The Dharma God Of All Realms Begins With Harry Potter

After the speech, Orgrim ordered that everyone be given an unprecedentedly sumptuous meal.

Everyone was full at this meal, and the sufficient food gave them the strength to fight. On the way back to the Burning Plains, they had not had a shot of food for a long time.

In fact, this meal was the last food and grass left by the tribe.

This shows Doomhammer's determination to fight to the bitter end.

"Assemble the warriors of our clans," he read aloud to Saurfang's letter. "My elite guards and I will launch a charge, with the rest of the tribe following us.

Turning around, Doomhammer stared at the huge figures hidden in the shadows, waiting for them.

Each of these huge amounts of guys straightened up and nodded after making eye contact with him, and Doomhammer responded.

These are his elite guards, these are ogres.

Doomhammer used to be a well-behaved orc. When he was young, he was taught by his elders to hate ogres. At that time, the tribe had not yet been formed, and the corrupted blood and demonic conspiracy had not yet appeared. At that time, The orcs have always been enslaved and oppressed by the ogres.

After the rise of the Horde, the ogres became slaves of the tribe. Many surrendered ogres followed Gul'dan and Cho'gall to join the Ravager Clan and the Twilight's Hammer.

However, this one is different.

They are smarter than most of their own people. In addition, they are not warlocks but warriors.

More importantly, they have all sworn to be loyal to him alone.

Orgrim knew that these people admired his strength and courage-perhaps they all regarded him as a smaller ogre and promised to obey his orders.

In turn, he himself respects their strength and trusts their help.

He knew that these ogres would die for him if necessary, and that he would do the same.

Now, they will all make a bet with their lives, and the victory of the tribe also hangs on them.

At least, the Dark Portal is safe.

Red Blackhand, Maim Blackhand and some of their clan members are still alive. These orcs all over the continent are the last hope of the tribe in Orgrim's heart.

Their scouts found Doomhammer on his way from Khaz Modan, and he had ordered them to join the others at the Dark Portal.

In fact, Orgrim still distrusts the brothers, just as the brothers still hate him.

But at least they have proven their loyalty to the tribe.

Orgrim needs strong warriors to defend the passage to Draenor. If they lose the door, they will have nowhere to escape, even if the battle may be drawn on themselves.

He nodded once more to his ogre. Then they descended from the dais to the plain below, where battle awaited them.

Just as Doomhammer had hoped, the Alliance was unprepared for the orcs' sudden counterattack.

The alliance originally planned to conduct an encirclement and annihilation battle. They tried to send out elites to hold back the orcs, while the remaining infantry advanced steadily.

However, this also caused some of them to foolishly reveal their location - outside a circle of cliffs surrounding Blackstone Mountain.

"Orcs~"!" a soldier shouted, running to where Lothar and his adjutant were. "They broke through our defense line!"

"What?"

Lothar kicked his horse and quickly passed through the black valley where the alliance's large army was located.

Ye Ting and others followed him.

There was no mistake, he did hear the sound of fighting when he approached the front line.

Then he saw those guys in front of the orc army - ogres.

In previous battles, they had also come into contact with these guys, and finally Ye Ting used magic to solve the problem.

They are huge creatures with thick arms and strong legs, and their hair is fastened by nails to stand on their heads like bird crowns or horse manes.

These ogres did not wear armor. They wore belts, shoulder pads, and fur shoes, and they wildly waved their weapons to attack anything they came into contact with.

Behind the ogres is a group of elite orcs. Their green skin is covered with tattoos. Most of the orcs have small pieces of metal or something that looks like bones on their ears, noses, eyebrows, lips and even nipples. s things.

They were savage and fearless, and under this crazy offensive, mankind was retreating steadily.

"Uther!" Lothar shouted.

The paladin immediately rode forward.

Lothar put down his sword and pointed at the orcs. This was enough.

The paladin nodded and beckoned the other members of the Silver Hand to follow him. He put on his helmet and raised his war hammer.

"..In the name of the Holy Light!" Uther shouted, and a golden-red light appeared on him and his weapon, "We will never allow these Beasts to live in the world!

Then he charged into the fray, striking the nearest ogre in the knee with his hammer, shattering his leg bone.

The sky in this area is always filled with thick clouds and smoke, casting heavy shadows and blood-red light.

But now, everything is different. When Uther rushes towards the gathered tribe, the clouds part, and a pure sunshine shines down.

This paladin transformed into a light originally, inspiring awe and even fear, sending orc warriors staggering with every swing he struck.

Other paladins also rushed forward, and Uther's light also filled their bodies.

In the past few months since the war began, the Silver Hand Paladins have been expanded one after another. In addition to Tu Layan, there are now hundreds of Paladins under Uther's command.

Hundreds of people rushed into the battlefield. Their faith caused the warhammers, battleaxes and swords in their hands to glow with scorching light. Other Alliance soldiers stepped aside to make way for them.

The ogres and orcs now had to turn around and face their new enemies.

It's a brutal battle, barbarians versus fanatics, shining mail versus tattoos and ornaments.

Ogres and orcs are strong, tough, crazy and can't even feel pain.

But the Paladins were filled with righteous anger and the power of faith. Their holy aura caused more than one orc to turn his head and close his eyes when being attacked. Their holy light blocked the enemy's terrible blows more than once.

With this advantage, the paladins surrounded the savage fellows and killed them one by one until everyone fell at their feet. .