Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 397: For Dah Horde

On the front battlefield, the fighting is extremely fierce.

After suppressing the Alliance at the Thoradin Wall, the Horde urgently needed an outlet to divert internal attention and vent the anger of the Hordesmen.

Of course, Orgrim found it - of course it was Gul'dan's betrayal.

Orgrim directly mobilized the two brothers Rend Blackhand and Maim Blackhand, and led a total of 50,000 people by boat to hunt down Gul'dan's Duskhammer and Stormreaver clans. In addition, there were also a considerable number of dragon riders.

The chairman is right when he said, "We must first stabilize the country before we can resist foreign aggression."

Orgrim did this in a hilarious way.

He also wanted to quickly deal with Gul'dan, then survive until winter, and wait for more orcs to arrive through the Dark Portal. Then, he would regroup and attack Lordaeron again in the spring of next year.

After all, with Arathi Highlands as a bridgehead, there is no need to fight those extremely disgusting naval battles and landing battles. If it really doesn't work, just open a road to the Hinterlands through the ultra-high altitude mountains between Arathi Highlands and Hinterlands, and it depends on how the Alliance defends the long front line.

Unfortunately, he was facing Duke.

Duke's goal is to maximize the killing of the Horde's manpower by taking advantage of the passing geese.

Even though I'm not around, there are legends about me everywhere.

Duke was gone, but his plan was still epoch-making and guiding. That's right, Orgrim's last 10,000 men did try to avoid the Alliance's pursuit, and they traveled day and night to cross the Alterac Mountains again, cross the entire Hinterlands, and return to Seawatch.

At the seaside of Seawatch, Gul'dan did destroy a lot of ships, but there were still many left. After mobilizing a small number of hard workers to fight for three days, Orgrim finally gathered enough ships for more than 13,000 orcs and more than 1,000 trolls to cross the sea.

Since he had sent out the Blackhand brothers, Orgrim naturally wanted to return to the Wetlands first, reorganize the clans, and then regroup to stabilize the front line of Arathi Highlands.

Orgrim gritted his teeth and swore that he would also learn from humans to build fortresses.

Yes! Just east of the Thoradin Wall, we will build a fortress that even humans will have to sacrifice 100,000 lives to have a chance of conquering!

Unfortunately, his grand ambitions were not realized before he suffered another heavy blow.

Think about it, knowing that Orgrim could only roll back to the southern continent from the Hinterlands, Duke would not have any backup plan.

Moreover, it seemed that God was not interested in blessing these foreign butchers of the Horde. Just half an hour after Orgrim's fleet set sail, it encountered a storm.

In this era, any sailor with a little experience would act according to the weather.

Unfortunately, Orgrim's men are all muscular men who want to conquer the sea by brute force paddling.

They acted recklessly and were punished.

The strong winds created terrifying triangular waves as high as ten meters, which easily overturned all the small, newly built transport ships. Only those transport ships that were built earlier and in better condition barely survived the storm.

However, just after the storm subsided, before Orgrim had time to count the losses of his men, he was immediately ambushed by the Naga and Murloc army.

"Hahaha! In the name of our master Edmund Duke, kill all those greenskins!" The angry-scaled Naga priest Zjara laughed heartily.

"Gaolaoooooh (Kill all those orcs)!" the murloc prophet Mogor yelled in a jumbled voice.

Countless murlocs rushed to the surface of the sea from the ten-meter-deep seabed. The storm had little impact on the seabed. Basically, no wind or waves could be felt below ten meters above the sea level. The murlocs just picked up human heads at random, dragged those drowned or orcs thrown to the sea and struggled, and then cut off the heads and returned to the place designated by Duke to present the heads as a reward.

Now, countless murlocs, armed with crude weapons, rushed to the surface of the water and climbed onto the low sides of the orc transport ships, bullying the orcs who had been fighting the storm for hours and had exhausted their strength.

They shook the not-so-wide Orc transport ship, making the Orcs completely unable to stand steady. On the violently shaking ship, the heavy weapons that the Orcs were so proud of became a burden.

One transport ship after another was captured by the fishmen.

"No——" Orgrim screamed heartbreakingly.

However, he could only watch this scene on the flagship with anger, but he could do nothing.

The chieftain never thought that the last elite of the Blackrock Clan would be buried here. You know, these are the last batch of Blackrock orcs who have experienced the war with the Draenei and have rich experience and the strongest physique. They are the elite among the elite.

They defeated the Draenei who played with the Holy Light. They were the vanguard of the expedition to Azeroth. They killed more than 100,000 humans in Elwynn Forest, killed the long-eared high elves, destroyed Alterac, fought at the gates of Lordaeron, and stormed the Alliance's northern camp.

They have never surrendered to any enemy, but are they going to perish here just because they are not good at swimming?

"Warchief, hurry up!" Torges of the Dragonmaw Clan swooped down at high speed while driving a flying dragon. He let the dragon hover in the air. The dragon turned its snake-like neck and let out a threatening roar at the fishmen in the distance.

Unfortunately, there was only one dragon, and it flew along to protect the chief. Ordinary red dragons don't have the stamina to stay in the air for so long. Only dragons over a thousand years old can cast a magic similar to anti-gravity on themselves, allowing their huge bodies to float in the air with almost no effort.

"Captain, please go. The damn murlocs have already started to dig at the bottom of the ship." said Hammak, the captain of Orgrim's personal guard.

The dragon is the overlord of the sky, but not the overlord of the sea. No matter how strong the dragon's breath is, it is impossible to evaporate the entire Endless Sea. The dragon is completely powerless to stop the murlocs from drilling the bottom of the ship under the command of Mogor.

"No, I can't abandon you." Looking at these good brothers who have been with him for more than ten years, Orgrim's eyes were red.

"No, you must abandon us for the Horde!" The orc warriors stared at Orgrim. Those twenty or so gazes seemed to be looking not at their Warchief, but at the last flickering flame of hope in the wasteland of despair and destruction.

For the Horde!

These words deeply hurt Orgrim's heart.

These brothers of the Blackrock Clan were not unaware of how bad the war situation was, nor were they unaware of who had brought their world to withering and destruction, but they still silently raised their weapons and continued to fight.

They did this for one reason and one reason only - for the Horde.

Yes! They were wrong! They trusted the wrong Gul'dan! And they started the wrong war.

But for the continuation of their race, they can only make mistakes again and again.

However, no one regretted it, and for the same he shouted

"For the Horde!"