The Second Empire of Azeroth

At Eagletalon Point, Orgrim was the first to disembark. He raised his head, gazing at the cliffs not far away. As long as they ascended from here, they could circle around and attack the Alliance army from behind. When that time came, he would certainly let the humans witness the might of the Orcish warriors.

However, at that moment, the chieftain of the Eagletalon trolls hurried to his side: "Warchief, the humans have established a defensive line atop the cliffs. If we want to attack, I'm afraid it will come at a great cost…"

Orgrim nearly spat out a mouthful of blood. He gritted his teeth and asked, "What is going on? Didn't your previous intelligence reports say there were no problems?"

The Eagletalon chieftain shrunk his neck, trying hard to explain: "The humans concealed their forces. They stationed a large number of troops in the outposts northwest of Shadowbreak Spire. No matter how our people attacked, they didn't send out too many troops. Until yesterday, they suddenly rushed out of the outposts, capturing Shadowbreak Spire in one fell swoop and blocking the gates of Jintha'kalar."

"Damn it!"

Orgrim cursed angrily, his eyes filled with rage.

Ever since the defeat in the attack on Ironforge, all of his strategic intentions had been anticipated by the humans. The failed surprise attack on Thandol Span had cost the Orcs a large number of elites. The Burning Blade clan was completely annihilated, the death knights suffered heavy losses, and the enslaved ogres also suffered heavy casualties.

To cover his objective of heading north from the Eastern Kingdoms, he had specially spent a large sum of money to hire a large number of goblin warships, taking almost all the Orcs proficient in swimming from the Wetlands to launch an attack on Southshore. As a result, the goblin warships encountered the Kul Tiras navy and were beaten into a rout. If the goblins hadn't run fast enough, all the Orcs proficient in swimming would have died under the Kul Tiras navy's artillery fire.

To get the goblins to cooperate, he had directly sold the Fargodeep Mine outside Stormwind City to the goblins. But after paying such a high price, what he got in return was another siege.

What was he aiming for?

Orgrim seemed to see an invisible hand, grasping the Orcs' throat, causing them to suffocate little by little.

"Warchief, what should we do?"

Rehgar Earthfury, who had followed Orgrim off the ship, asked.

A fierce glint flashed in Orgrim's eyes, "Rehgar, take your men and attack according to the original plan to tie down the humans. The other clans will continue to advance north by ship. They can defend the cliffs, but can they also defend the river? As long as we bypass the cliffs from the river, we can launch an attack from behind the humans. At that time, I will kill all the humans—"

Rehgar Earthfury pounded his chest forcefully, "Guarantee to complete the mission!"

Rehgar Earthfury summoned his Blacktooth Grin clan. After Zul'jin's death, the surviving Dragonmaw clan members were incorporated into the Blacktooth Grin clan by Rehgar's brother, Maim Blackheart. However, when Maim launched a surprise attack on Stromgarde, he took away most of the Blacktooth Grin clan's elites, and the Blacktooth Grin clan's strength plummeted.

Despite this, the Blacktooth Grin clan still had enough strength to launch a war.

After the fleet left, Rehgar immediately launched an attack on the cliffs together with the Eagletalon chieftain.

However, the humans, standing high and blocking the only path, were completely impregnable. In a short while, hundreds of Orcs and trolls fell beneath the cliffs, and Rehgar, feeling the pain, quickly called off the attack.

Rehgar didn't want to risk his life for Orgrim. He and his brother had always wanted to regain the position of Warchief. However, the other clans supported Orgrim and did not approve of them. The brothers had also considered launching a Mak'gora against Orgrim, but they didn't have the confidence to defeat Orgrim. Orgrim was someone who could fight their father for several hours.

The brothers had been waiting for an opportunity, so on the surface, they were very obedient to Orgrim. But since Maim's death, Rehgar had begun to suspect that Orgrim didn't trust them as much as he seemed to, otherwise, why would he have sent Maim to his death?

Rehgar, who already had ulterior motives, was naturally not so resolute in carrying out Orgrim's orders.

On the cliffs, Roger looked at the slowing Orcish and troll offensive and immediately smiled: "It seems the main force of the Orcs has gone north with the fleet."

Alleria Windrunner nodded lightly, "Should we set off too?"

"Of course!"

Roger and Alleria mounted their griffons and headed north.

Two hours later, they stood on a small hill, watching the fleet entering the river below.

Orgrim stood on the ship, vigilantly watching the banks on both sides. According to the humans' cunning, there couldn't be no defenses on both sides. Sure enough, he saw traces of the enemy on both sides. But what surprised him was that the humans had no intention of launching an attack.

Were they waiting for the Horde to land?

This thought had just emerged when Orgrim dismissed it. How could the cowardly humans dare to fight the Orcish warriors head-on?

Then, what were the humans waiting for?

Gul'dan walked over, "Warchief, I sense powerful frost energy."

"Frost energy?" Orgrim was taken aback.

At that moment, the Orcs on the ship in front suddenly became agitated: "The river is freezing!"

Freezing? Orgrim suddenly lunged to the edge of the deck, seeing the surface of the river freeze into a thick layer of ice, freezing the entire fleet on the river.

"Damn it!"

Orgrim's expression changed drastically. The fleet, having lost its power, was completely a sitting duck…

"Boom!"

A huge fireball smashed into the warship in front, burning many Orcs to death and igniting the warship.

"Quick, put out the fire!"

The Orcs shouted, enduring the heat of the flames, trying to put out the fire. At this time, several gryphon riders swooped down from the sky, throwing several oil barrels onto the fire. The flames "whooshed" and turned into a sea of fire, engulfing the entire warship. The Orcs could only jump off the ship, scrambling to lie on the ice.

Orgrim looked up, only to see countless gryphon riders throwing oil barrels at the fleet. As long as these fuels were ignited, the entire fleet would be destroyed.

Thinking of this, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

"Gul'dan, immediately break the ice!"

Gul'dan also knew that he couldn't hold back at this time. He quickly raised his staff, gathering a large amount of fel energy to strike the thick ice.

"Crack!"

In fact, even if Orgrim didn't give the order, the Orcs would have retreated from the river. They didn't want to be burned to death.

But it was a pity, it was already too late. Countless rockets shot out from the small hills on both sides, forming a rain of arrows, shrouding the entire fleet. The Orcish spellcasters quickly released shields, shrouding the warships.

However, after all, only a few warships had spellcasters. The fuel on most of the warships was ignited, and the flames instantly engulfed the decks of the warships.

Roger took out the Phoenix Bow and used Arcane Shot on a warlock who was maintaining a shield. The powerful penetrating power of the Arcane Shot pierced through the warlock's shield, interrupting the warlock's spellcasting. An arrow with flames accurately shot at the fuel next to the warlock, and the raging fire engulfed the warlock.

"Good shot!"

Roger praised.

Alleria's lips curled slightly, "Your archery is not bad either!"