Titan Tour of Azeroth

The tribe is preparing for the aftermath.

Chief Chief Orgrim has begun to systematically disperse the tribes of the tribes. He knows very well that the war will soon be defeated, and the Dark Portal has been completely closed, and they have nowhere to escape.

After secretly contacting the Alliance, Orgrim settled his Blackstone clan in the Blackrock Tower in the Burning Plains area, which is also the lowest baseline the Alliance can accept.

Of course, the price paid by Orgrim for this is also not small. The Titan deity demanded the clan's allegiance in exchange.

To put it simply, you Orgrim want to allow several clans to take refuge in the Alliance, then you will give me as many clanes of the same size as the road money.

Eventually, boss Hu got a mocking clan that was smaller than the black stone clan.

Mocking skull clan's centripetal force to the tribe is not very high. Their patriarch is a man-eater magician named Mogu. The hometown is located in the Plain of Frano in the world of Draenor and parts of Frostfire Ridge. The clan generation occupies most of Frostfire Ridge, so the Mock Skull clan has always lived in a small area in the east of Frostfire Ridge. Their old nest is still located on the huge island of the Farran Plain near the mainland.

Therefore, in order to get rid of the burden, Chief Chief Orgrim threw the mocking clan to boss Hu.

The orcs of the Mocking Skull clan wear a mask made of white animal bones, and painted various patterns on the mask with scarlet dye or blood.

The mouth part of the mask has a shape similar to a slight sneer, and the eye part is also squinted into a line. The enemy saw a group of orcs wearing all mocking expressions charging at them on the battlefield. This impression and visual impact are very deep. Yes, this is also the origin of the mocking clan name.

Orgrim stood upstream of a river in the Alterac Mountains, which flowed down the channel to the Hillsbrad Foothills below.

The chieftain crouched down and put a sturdy rattan basket into the river. In the basket lay his old friend Durotan's only son Guy.

Orgrim did not dare to gamble, and he did not know whether humans would spare the orcs ’babies and children. Although the Southern Alliance promised to help the orcs defeat the captives for a better life situation according to the situation, but Who knows if this is the perfunctory of those cunning alliance dogs.

The loser is not qualified to make requests, and Orgrim is very clear about it.

"May the ancestors bless you, Guyle ... May you thrive, may you meet your father again someday." Orgrim murmured, and performed a solemn thumping ceremony, Looking at the basket that drifted away, sadness and sorrow appeared.

On the other hand, the Dragonmaw clan secretly returned to the wetland area with their baby dragon egg, but they were still found by the high elf ranger scouts.

Orgrim had no choice but to pay a small-scale Thunderblade clan to boss Hu as a sealing fee.

All the remaining clans are unwilling to escape, and have expressed that they will die in the Alterac Mountains and have a final battle with the group of humans.

Orgrim was not a coward himself, and after sending away the first few clans, his patience reached its limit.

"So, just like that, the tribe will prove its glory here."

The chieftain made the final decision.

Lordaeron ’s army did not disappoint the tribe, they quickly advanced here and launched a full-scale attack.

Unsurprisingly, the striker is another row of steel stars.

The orc warriors called the Iron Star suicide wheels. Now the suicide wheels are sprayed with flames on both sides, rolling like rollers towards them, causing a violent explosion.

The orcs are brave and the orcs are strong, but no matter how brave and strong they are, after all, they are just flesh and blood. In the face of this explosion of steel and gunpowder, they are powerless, they ca n’t resist, and the defense lines of the tribe are rapidly collapsing.

This time, Lordaeron used the energy of breastfeeding, poured out the soldiers of the country, and brought prisoners from all over the country. One of them was to defeat the tribe in one fell swoop.

On the **** and cruel battlefield, a large group of orcs suddenly rushed out of their positions. Under the impact of the Iron Star, they began to launch the final charge towards the human army.

Headed by Grom Hellscream, the blood of the demon ran under his scarlet skin.

Before launching the charge, he asked Orgrim to take care of the only compatriots in the Warsong clan who had not drunk the demon blood, and then led all warsong orcs who drank the blood to launch a deadly charge against humans.

They completely ignored the attacks of arrows and muskets, as well as the steel stars that roared overhead.

When Grom finally reached the position of humanity, there were fewer than fifty people around him.

The patriarch of the Warsong clan held up his tomahawk blood roar, and broke up flesh and broken limbs among the human soldiers.

The human formation was immediately confused, but then it was pushed down by Uther, and the formation was reorganized, and these orc charge teams of less than fifty people were surrounded.

There was a moment of silence on the battlefield. The human army did not attack, and the Warsong Orcs in the encircling circle gasped and did not attack.

"Let's lay down your arms, Grom, you and your tribe have proven their glory and bravery. Put down your arms. I assure you in the name of the Holy Light that you will not lose your life."

Uther stepped out of the lineup, looked at the **** orc chief in front of him, and said calmly, without any discrimination or hatred.

He respects any fearless warrior, even if he is his own enemy.

Grom laughed when he heard the words and raised his blood roar in his hand.

"Orcs are never slaves!"

"Warsong Clan, listen to my orders and attack !!!"

In the Horde, the chieftain Orgrim clenched his fists and looked at the encirclement on the battlefield. The Warsong Orcs who were still standing at the moment were rapidly decreasing.

He even wanted Grom to surrender and save these precious warriors for the Horde, but he didn't do it because it was Grom Hellscream, the name already said it all.

Grom felt that he no longer had the strength to clenched his fists, and the blood roar in his hand fell to the ground.

His scarlet-skinned body was pierced by at least ten spears, blood was flowing, and his eyes began to blur.

The human soldiers once again separated like a tide, Uther walked to Grom's face, looked at him, and then gave a serious thumping salute.

"Although you are an orc and an enemy of humanity, I still want to pay tribute to you, Warrior."

Grom grinned hard with a big grin, and blood ran out of the corner of his mouth.

"Tribe ... cough cough ... will not die ... Frostwolf clan ... Durotan ... cough ... he will make ... let the tribe's banner fly ..."

The body crashed to the ground, raising a burst of dust.

Uther was silent for a moment and waved his hand. "Buy him and his people. The Warriors should not be a corpse wilderness."

Five days later.

Alterac City is broken, Ugri Reading www.uukanshu.com Orgrim leads the Horde's death battle.

Kargath, the Patriarch of the Broken Hand clan, died in Bladefist.

Patriarch of the Fireblade clan, Sword Saint Nirlu * Fireblade died.

The tribal chief, Orgrim, was desperately stopped by the patriarchs of the remaining small clans, and was eventually captured.

The old tribe has now surrendered, and the old tribe has officially declared its demise.

The Northern Human Kingdom, led by Lordaeron, will establish huge shelters in the Hillsbrad Foothills and Alterac areas, where all orc captives will be held.

What awaits them is being sold as a slave.

As long as you have money, you can buy a few strong orc slaves to go home and help you farm and work.

The nobles bought the orcs, they forced them to become gladiators, and then put them into the arena to let them kill each other, or to fight against various ferocious beasts.

Riverside in Hillsbrad Foothills.

Two human servants picked up a basket in the river, and presented it to a gorgeous nobleman behind him as a treasure.

"Master Blackmore, look, a little orc boy, still a rare green skin!"

Blackmore nodded with satisfaction, he decided to take the orc baby back to nurture well, and in the future become a qualified leader to achieve his goal for him.