Spearman's Fate

As time passed, more and more small groups of demons broke through the first line of defense and began to enter the range of the second line of defense. Everyone knew that the enemy might be coming soon.

When the last sand fell from the hourglass, everyone knew that the time had come and the tribe had completed their task, but they still didn't see the retreating orcs.

'Are they wiped out? '

This kind of thought involuntarily appeared in the minds of everyone. Of course, it does not mean that they care about the life and death of the orcs. It is purely because they need to evaluate the strength of the enemy. The right pressure will also increase a lot.

But at this moment, a wounded green dragon wobbled and flew over.

"boom!!"

With a huge roar, the opponent fell on the second line of defense...

Chapter 99 Grom Hellscream's Resolve (2/?)

Almost when he found the injured green dragon, Benedictus called the priests to get ready. Although due to its size, it needs more holy light than ordinary humans to heal dragons, but the powerful fighting power of dragons is undeniable. alternative.

But no one thought that when the green dragon fell, a night elf sentry rolled and fell in front of everyone. She was covered in blood at this time, but it was not known whether it was her own or the one riding the green dragon.

But almost at the same time, the holy light of the priests and the rejuvenation technique of the druids fell on her body, and the lips that were originally pale due to blood loss gradually returned to some blood. The blood-stained letter was handed to the people around him and then passed out completely.

The healers rushed to help the opponent and the green dragon to heal, and at the same time, the letter in the opponent's hand was also sent to Varian and others.

Part of the letter was the marching route of the demons collected by the night elf sentinels, but at the end it was about the movements of the orcs.

In fact, apart from observing the movements of the demons, the more important job of the sentries is to monitor the orcs.

The description of the orcs in the letter is very simple.

After holding on for half an hour, the tribe began to retreat. Some green-skinned orcs were left behind, and they were all killed when the letter was sent. '

And Varian gave the order without hesitation after reading the letter

"Level [-] alert, everyone! The first line of defense has been lost! The demons of the Burning Legion are coming!"

Only a few minutes later, a group of remnants composed of orcs, trolls, and tauren retreated to the vicinity of the second line of defense, and it was at this time that there was another commotion. Some relatives or friends died before the orcs or trolls. The soldiers in their hands said that those orcs should not be cared about. Their reason was very simple. Once they entered the line of defense, they might cause unnecessary trouble.

There are not a few people who have this kind of thinking. After all, almost all the reinforcements this time came from the countries that formed the "Alliance" during the first and second Orc Wars. Even some frontline commanders looked at their subordinates. It started to shake, but there was only one exception!

"boom!!"

The heavy gun body hit the ground fiercely, and Lancer, who was holding a lance, looked at the equally emotional soldiers behind him with a cold expression.

"I don't want to say unnecessary nonsense. You know my identity. I once witnessed the fall of Stormwind City. I blamed myself for my inability to save that beautiful city. My dislike for orcs is no less than yours. But just a few days ago, I personally rescued Grom Hellscream, the chieftain of the Warsong clan, the vanguard officer of the orcs during the first orc war, tell me why?"

Lancer's voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone, but no one spoke to Lancer's question at this time, because they were also puzzled, and in fact, they didn't know about this matter. A few, but fortunately, Lancer himself didn't say this to ask them questions.

"It's very simple, because the opponent's strength is strong enough! What do you think the Burning Legion is? They have destroyed countless worlds and now they have come to Azeroth. Since you have witnessed the strength of that powerful eredar demon with your own eyes, don't you? Do you still think that we are really safe in this war?!"

"I won't care about how you go to the orcs after this battle to settle accounts, but remember to me now--all people are equal before the Burning Legion! All who stand in their way will be turned into ashes If you want revenge, live for me! Live to find their troubles instead of now!"

After speaking, Lancer walked towards the main entrance without hesitation.

"Open the gate! Let the orcs in!"

In fact, Thrall's face was full of rejoicing when the door opened, because he couldn't guarantee whether the alliance would violate the agreement and trap them outside at this time, but while he was rejoicing, his eyes were full of sadness.

It's just that when he saw Lancer, he walked over quickly. He looked at Lancer silently and finally opened his mouth slowly.

"Lord Lancer, Warlord Grom Hellscream let me tell you that he's probably going to miss his appointment."

After finishing speaking, he returned to his team without saying a word.

Ten minutes ago———

As the offensive of the Burning Legion became more and more fierce, the temporary trenches had long been filled with corpses, and the walls built by the shamans had also become dilapidated, but amidst the shaking of the sky and the shouts of killing, there was no one left. The young orc whose armor was covered with scratches felt that his shoulder was suddenly pulled by someone.

"The time is up! Goel!!"

The front that Thrall was in charge of was quickly blocked by Grom Hellscream, who had gone down to rest before, and Thrall's brain, which had been paralyzed by the battle, calmed down again.

"I'll notify the shamans immediately! I'll take the lead and we'll use Earthquake to hold them back and..."

"There's no need to go! I've already notified them, you guys retreat right away! Earthquake spells can't stop flying demons, and the shaman may lose combat power after guiding the earthquake. The tribe still needs you and them to guide them!"

"But……"

"No but! My warriors from the Warsong clan and I will buy you time!"

It wasn't until this time that Thrall realized that something was wrong, because he didn't know when all the warriors of the 'Warsong Clan' had been replaced and rested for a round. His eyes widened, and he finally realized that the sudden disobedience including Grom Hellscream was not a whim at all, he had planned it for a long time!

But before he could open his mouth, the other party suddenly jumped up, hit, jumped, hacked and killed an abyssal demon, and rushed out of the front line and entered among the demons.

At the same time, the intermittent voice of Grom Hellscream gradually reached his ears along with the wild roar.

"As you said, killing Cenarius was the best choice for me at the time, because it was to let more people live! I don't regret it! Because it doesn't make sense for me to regret! So here I also I made the most correct choice! Humans and elves will not accept the orc who invaded Azeroth, but you are different! I believe you will lead the tribe to live better! And I, a warrior who used to be a tribe, also need to make a decision Something that fits my status! By the way, tell that man for me, I'm afraid I'm going to renege on the appointment, and I really want to kill him or be killed by him!"

With his roar, Grom Hellscream, who was waving Bloodhowl, directly used the whirlwind to instantly break a gap in the tide-like demon army.

"Warsong Clan! Tell me! What are we!!"

"We are the strongest fighters in the tribe!"

Along with Grom Hellscream's questioning sound, countless roars sounded together, and he even raised the battle ax in his hand.

"Lok 'Tar Ogar!"

Accompanied by the familiar roar, the warriors belonging to the Warsong clan felt the blood in their bodies boil again, but this time it was no longer the dirty blood of Mannoroth, but the blood that only belonged to the orcs.