The Second Empire of Azeroth

That night, Roger stood on the pier, watching the fleet depart.

The nobles had compromised, but they lost a lot as the price for leaving first. Every noble who passed by Roger glared at him with hatred, clearly knowing that Roger was advising Lothar.

Roger didn't care. If hatred could kill, the Orcs would have been extinct long ago.

In this world, strength is what matters most.

With the nobles who were holding them back gone, there were indeed some riots among the commoners in Stormwind City. But following Roger's advice, Lothar told them that they only needed to hold out until the fleet returned, which temporarily calmed the people down.

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The next day, everyone in Stormwind City was mobilized, and the city began to operate like a massive war machine, preparing for the upcoming siege.

At this time, the Orcs had already reached Redridge Mountains.

Mayor Solomon of Lakeshire, having received Lothar's scorched earth order, once again led the people into the mountains, leaving the Orcs an empty town without any resources.

Failing to obtain the required supplies in Lakeshire made the Orcs very angry.

The new Warchief, Orgrim Doomhammer, made good use of this, marching non-stop towards Stormwind City.

Just as they crossed the mountain pass, they saw a raging fire to the north.

It was the Eastvale Logging Camp!

Orgrim's expression changed slightly, and he immediately ordered, "Full speed ahead! Go to the logging camp immediately and seize the lumber there."

Although the Orcs didn't understand, they still rushed towards the Eastvale Logging Camp, doing their best to salvage the lumber there.

However, they were still too late. Most of the lumber had already been burned, and only a small portion was salvaged.

This made Orgrim very annoyed. Without lumber, they couldn't build siege weapons. Without siege weapons, the Orcs couldn't climb the tall walls of Stormwind City. Fortunately, he had brought all the Orcs with him this time, including not only elite warriors but also tens of thousands of weak peons.

Orc peons were composed of underage Orcs, weak adult Orcs, and female Orcs. Their combat power was lacking, but they were good at doing dirty and tiring work. Because Orcs were physically strong, the strength of Orc peons was no weaker than that of normal adult humans. Coupled with the racial talent of using axes, their logging speed was not slower than that of human lumberjacks.

Racial talent was a joke, but the Orcs' cruel system was real. Orcs revered the strong and discarded the weak like worn-out shoes, so when Hellscream drank the demon blood, others were willing to follow. As for the weak, they would unceremoniously enslave them, forcing them to dedicate all their strength to the great cause of the Horde.

Now was the time for these peons to dedicate themselves to the Horde. The foremen drove these peons even more fiercely than usual, and even if these peons couldn't hold on and were worked to death, the foremen still didn't show any mercy.

At this time, a group of Orc warlocks entered the Eastvale Logging Camp and humbly paid their respects to Orgrim Doomhammer.

Orgrim glanced at the warlocks, "Gul'dan, you have caused too much damage to the Horde. It was my mercy that spared you. Now, it is time for you to repay the Horde."

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No, it was Gul'dan who lowered his head, the hood on his head obscuring his expression. He said in a humble tone, "Respected Warchief, I am here to repay your kindness."

"Is that so?" Orgrim stood up with interest, walked to Gul'dan, and looked down at him, "Let me see how you plan to repay me."

Gul'dan lowered his head even further, "The Shadow Council has been researching necromantic magic and discovered a way to place the souls of warlocks into the bodies of others. Then, through specific runes, these warlocks can use the power of death and control corpses. In this way, they will not need to eat or drink and can continue fighting."

Orgrim raised an eyebrow slightly, "Oh? Is this the cavalry you promised me?"

"That's right." Gul'dan's voice carried a hint of pride, "Warchief, no one can remain calm in the face of death, and neither can human cavalry."

"Neither can you, Gul'dan!" Orgrim said with a sneer.

But he quickly hid that smugness and hurried to catch up.

Outside the Eastvale Logging Camp, a knightly force exuding an aura of death stood on the avenue. These human bodies had already decayed, and the warhorses they rode were also full of rotten flesh. If it weren't for the black gas lingering on the bodies of the people and horses, they would probably fall apart.

In the eyes of these people and horses, there was a flickering ghostly blue light, and just one glance seemed to be able to absorb people's souls.

They were the cavalry that Gul'dan had promised Orgrim—Death Knights!

The leading Death Knight saw Orgrim approaching, immediately jumped off the undead warhorse, knelt down on one knee to Orgrim, "Warchief, Teron Gorefiend is willing to serve you!"

Orgrim was very satisfied with Teron Gorefiend's attitude. This despicable warlock had killed all the prisoners in Caer Darrow and even tried to stop him when he attacked the Shadow Council.

He remembered it very clearly. At that time, he had smashed this despicable warlock to death with one hammer. Sure enough, only dying once could make these warlocks know who was the master of the Horde.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Gul'dan and the other Shadow Council warlocks. If it weren't for the fact that he still needed them to maintain the Dark Portal, and that Teron Gorefiend hadn't yet proven his strength, he would have killed all these people.

Feeling Orgrim's killing intent, the warlocks of the Shadow Council trembled.

Orgrim smiled disdainfully. These cowards could only manipulate their evil spells.

Turning his head, he looked at Teron Gorefiend, "Go to Stormwind City and let me see what you are good for."

"Yes! Warchief!"

Teron Gorefiend remounted the undead warhorse, raised the runic staff in his hand, and led the Death Knights to Stormwind City.

Soon, the Death Knights killed countless people around Stormwind City. Facing these ghost-like knights, the humans were half-dead with fright before they even fought. How could they be their opponents?