Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

"What should we do, Great Chief?"

Sabek, the lieutenant of the Blackrock Clan, was feeling somewhat panicked. The tribe had been defeated, and the tribe had been defeated again. Even the bravest Rogum Hellscream had returned empty-handed. Was there still hope for the tribe?

Orgrim looked at his newly promoted adjutant with anger on his face. Sabek was quite ferocious and brutal in previous battles. How come he has become so weak now?

At this moment, Orgrim missed his former lieutenants, Varok Saurfang and Zuluhed, very much. These two men were wise men who knew how to judge the situation and seize the opportunity, and could also act as independent commanders!

But now the tribe is short of talented people, and even the army is less than half of its original size.

"Have the tribesmen from the south arrived?" Orgrim asked Sabek.

Sabek was a competent adjutant in this regard. He responded, "The last batch of clan troops has just arrived, but they brought bad news."

"Say!"

Orgrim's face was expressionless, nothing could be worse than the present. He didn't know how his tribe went from prosperity to decline, and the number of troops became so small. He regretted not listening to Durotan's advice earlier. He just thought that the tribe was invincible and could completely unify the continent by rushing all the way to the north!

"Elwynn Forest and the Western Wilds are lost!"

As soon as Sabek finished speaking, Orgrim glared at him, shocking Sabek so much that he took a step back.

The fertile western plains are lost? Will there be no food in the future?

Elwynn Forest is lost too? The rich game is gone too?

So what will they eat next?

Continue to go back to the Black Swamp to eat alligators and wild vegetables?

"waste!"

Without logistical support, Orgrim has no way out!

call!

call!

call!

The tribal chief adjusted his breathing. Everyone could lose their minds, but he could not. The tribe still needed his leadership.

He forced himself to calm down.

The main force of the Alliance has just been stationed in the area along the Blackrock Spire and has begun to build a fortress. It seems that they are not in a hurry to attack. Previously, Orgrim was still mocking the Alliance's Marshal Lothar for being stupid and not seizing the opportunity. If the Alliance chose to send a large army when the Horde was defeated and retreated, their side would definitely be defeated again and suffer heavy losses.

Now think about it, the clown is actually himself. Their army has already bypassed the sea to attack his retreat. Otherwise, the clan stationed in Elwynn Forest brought the news, and perhaps soon, the remaining troops in his hands will all be surrounded and killed by the Alliance in the Burning Plains!

Moreover, a strange epidemic is spreading within the tribe. The infected warriors are feeling weak all over and have lost all their will to fight. They become tired and confused.

If they delay any longer, they will be completely wiped out!

Orgrim, who was already carrying a heavy pressure, looked even more hunched over at this moment, as if he had aged by ten years in an instant.

Bad news, all bad news.

Orgrim's eyes flickered.

There is still a chance, you can take a risk!

"Sabek! Go and ask Chief Warsong, Chief Bleeding Ring, Chief Thunder King, and Chief Fire Blade!"

These four are the clans that still retain considerable strength in the current Horde besides the Blackrock Clan. And just like the Blackrock Clan, they have annexed a number of orcs from the disintegrated small clans. Not only have their numbers not been greatly weakened, but have even increased.

Of course, the Warsong Clan is an exception, they have no interest in members of other clans.

Soon, the tribe's greatest fighting force gathered in Orgrim's tent.

"Everyone, the tribe is now at the critical moment of life and death. To the north is the Alliance army of hundreds of thousands, and the forests and fertile fields in the south have been lost. We are about to face the danger of being attacked from both sides!"

After these words were spoken, except for the younger Fenris who was somewhat moved, the experienced Kilrogg and Grom had no expression on their faces. The swordmaster of the Burning Blade Clan didn't care at all. The strong have nothing to fear!

"But we are not without any chance. The Alliance sent assassins to kill me and split the tribe apart. I also sent Blackrock spies to fight back, but these were just small tricks that were not worthy of being shown on the stage."

The four chiefs did not say anything. They were not orcs with muscles all over their heads who only knew how to kill.

Regarding Orgrim leading the tribe, they knew that they could not do better than Orgrim. He was indeed a rare wise man among the orcs, so the four chiefs were waiting for Orgrim to tell them his plan.

"Chief Dar, please send a team of elite men to the Dark Portal and return to Draenor to request reinforcements. We still have warriors from many tribes in Draenor. The Shattered Hand, Bonechewer, Laughing Skull, and Shadowmoon clans have not yet sent out their armies. As long as we get their support and attack their armies in the south and then join forces with us, the Alliance will no longer be our opponent."

After Orgrim finished speaking, Dar TripleBlade frowned and said, "Great Chieftain, there are also assassins from the Alliance active in the south. It will probably not be smooth sailing except for a small group of orcs from the main army. It will take at least half a month to go back and forth."

In short, even if these clans send out troops, can they hold on?

Will the league give them a month to catch their breath?

"We will soon face a great war, and it will be started by us. I want to let Lothar on the opposite side know what the real decapitation tactic is!"

This was Orgrim's real plan: "The opposing commander and I both understand that if I or the opposing Alliance marshal dies, our respective armies will suffer a major blow. As long as I manage to kill Lothar in the battle, even if the Alliance doesn't collapse on the spot, it can buy us some time!"

"I will personally lead the charge with the Blackrock Guards. Broxgar and the Death Knights will go out with me. Chieftain Rogum, Chieftain Dal, you will lead the elite warriors to support my left wing. Chieftain Kilrogg, Chieftain Fenris, you and your clans of the Bleeding Hollow and the Thunder King will protect my right wing."

Orgrim slammed his hands hard on the table and yelled, "The Alliance is garrisoning the entire northern line, and their troops are spread out very thinly. We must strike at the weakest part. Remember, our target is Blackrock Fortress. Alliance Marshal Lothar is stationed in our former base camp. As long as we are fast enough, we can kill Lothar and retreat before the Alliance army arrives!"

"Understood, the Warsong Clan will live up to expectations!"

"The Bleeding Hollow clan charges with you!"

"The Burning Blade Clan is fearless!"

"Me too!"

"Gather the troops, rest for a night, and launch the attack before dawn, just like the last time the Alliance raided us!"

"Lok-tar ogar!"