The Dharma God Of All Realms Begins With Harry Potter

Eventually, the Alliance caught up with the Horde before they entered Blackrock Spire.

Ye Ting's previous plan worked. The orcs of the tribe lost too much physical strength during the long march driven by the alliance.

When Orgrim realized that no matter how hard they rushed, they would not be able to escape unscathed, he simply stationed his army in the Burning Plains for a short rest.

However, this also means that they must fight a decisive battle with the Alliance on the Burning Plains.

"The humans are coming!"

The shouts from the scouts reached Orgrim's ears, and he was very annoyed to hear the fear of the Alliance in his men's voices.

He couldn't understand since when did his warlike and bloodthirsty subordinates become so weak?

"I know they're coming." He growled in response, standing up straight and looking at the other orcs behind him.

They were standing on a crudely made high platform on the top of the mountain, which was directly in front of the Black Stone Fortress. 11 The fortress was vaguely visible in the sight of the high place on the rocky plain.

From here, he could see the remaining orcs gathered below.

The last time he stood in this position, his warriors could cover every corner of the plain below without exposing a single stone.

But now, there were many large black stones mixed in with the green below, and he could even see members of different clans gathering together in twos and threes.

When did the tribe's numbers become so small?

What exactly did he take them to do in the past?

Why hadn't he noticed earlier what his old friend Durotan had to say?

Everything he warned has come true today!

"What should we do?" One of his men, Tarbeck, asked, taking a step forward and walking to his side. "We don't have enough numbers to fight back against them, and we don't have reinforcements.

Doomhammer glared furiously at his second-in-command, and the other orcs backed away in horror.

Their number has indeed become smaller, and they are no longer as numerous as before to sweep the world.

However, in the name of their ancestors, they are still orcs!

"What should we do?" he hissed to his lieutenant, picking up his warhammer - the Doomhammer - from his back. "We will fight!"

Turning around and no longer facing the trembling Tarbeck, Orgrim strode forward onto the high platform.

"Hear me, my people," he roared, raising his hammer high.

Some of the orcs looked up at him but others remained indifferent, which angered him.

He slammed his weapon on the surface of the cliff, and the loud knocking sound made the other orcs immediately look at him and wait intently for what he would do next.

"Listen to me!" He roared again, "I know that some time ago, we suffered a huge defeat and setback, and our number was also reduced a lot! I also know that Gul'dan's betrayal made us We paid a heavy price! But we are still orcs! We are still a tribe! Every step we take will still shock the world!

A burst of cheers came from the soldiers below, but the sound was too sparse and seemed very weak.

"Humans, elves, and dwarfs, they followed us to this place." He continued, spat after each word, as if he hated these names - which he did. "They They thought they defeated us! They thought we came here because we were afraid of their power, just like a runaway dog! But, I have to say, they are wrong!"

Having said this, he once again raised the hammer of destruction in his hand.

"We come here not because of fear, nor because we want to escape, but because here is our fortress, where our strength lies. We come here because here we can prepare ourselves and shed our blood And glory continues to sweep this continent. We are here because we will defeat them once again and make them tremble when they hear our name in the future!"

This time the cheers were much louder, and Doomhammer allowed the sound to continue to sound.

These warriors straightened up and began to wave their weapons. He could be sure that these people had once again ignited their fighting spirit. very good.

"We will not wait for them to attack us!" he said to his people. "We will not cower here in fear and give them the opportunity to plan how to attack us. Never! We are Orcs! We are the Horde! We will burn the flames of war against them, and they will regret chasing us here! When we defeat them, we will step on their corpses and start our journey of conquest again. Make this continent ours!"

He held the warhammer in both hands and raised it, waving it over his head. This time, the cheers became louder and louder, making the ground where he stood shake.

Orgrim was inspired by this, and a smile appeared on his face.

Because these are his people!

They will not kneel on the ground crying and begging for forgiveness!

If they must lie down, it will be on the battlefield, with their weapons stained with the blood of their enemies.

In this way, through an impassioned speech, the chief of the tribe restored the morale of the 643 army, even if it was at the cost of deception and concealment.

In his speech, he cleverly turned the retreat into a strategic shift. He said that he would not be able to return to Blackstone Fortress in the future and actively sought a decisive battle. In the end, these reckless and ignorant orcs believed Orgrim's words and believed that the tribe had preserved itself. Powerful enough to fight the Alliance head-on.

However, Orgrim did not regret doing so.

He knew deeply that he and his subordinates were destined to have nowhere to escape.

However, even if he must face failure and death, he hopes that such failure and death can be exchanged for greater value.

For example, through a hearty and brutal battle to prove the tribe's final glory.

For example, through their battles, they can fight for more opportunities for other tribes.

This great orc chief deeply believed that even if he and the main force of these tribes were all killed in battle, the tribe would not be truly finished.

In Draenor, there are still a group of orcs living on the planet they call home. In Azeroth, there are also some orcs who have survived under the iron heel of the Alliance. These are important supports for the tribe to rise again in the future.

And he needs to help preserve the last embers of the tribe as much as possible through this final battle. .