Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Orgrim wants a quick victory!

With his wisdom, he knew long ago that he and Grom were doomed.

To Orgrim, those kobolds, gnolls, and boars were no more than chickens and dogs. With the help of himself and Grom's eight thousand orcs, they could easily break out.

But the real trouble came from the group of tall and strong Minotaur warriors. Just by looking at their size, you could tell that they were as brave and good at fighting as the orcs.

Add to that the human army which was ten times larger than the orcs, and the human army wearing cross badges, and Orgrim had long given up hope that his side could survive.

Therefore he stopped Grom from killing the surrendering orcs.

The tribe's defeat is already inevitable, there is no need to add tens of thousands of compatriots to be buried with the tribe.

Besides, he also noticed that Go'el and Garrosh were living well and showed no signs of being enslaved. Perhaps the Mag'har were really allies of the Crusaders!

After all, they did not drink the demon's blood, did not participate in the massacre in Draenor, and did not pass through the Dark Portal to invade Azeroth. These great guys are the future of the orcs!

Let me use my life to pave the way for Go'el and his men. Only when the members of our old tribe die out, can the new Mag'har tribe truly integrate into what they call the Draenor Alliance!

Error, should be fixed!

Orgrim was spinning in the air, having made up his mind!

He forcibly interrupted the blade storm, but this action affected his internal organs and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Orgrim's body was falling rapidly. His eyes were sharp. He aimed at Gu'el again and charged in mid-air to relieve the force!

"Gu'il, if we were not on the battlefield right now, I would rather have a one-on-one Makgora with you! I would give you the position of the Great Chief in a glorious gladiatorial fight."

"I have been trying to restore the orcs' heart of glory, but I failed. The demon blood burned their brains. I can only try my best to defeat the Alliance to protect my tribe, but I still failed!"

Go'el didn't know what Orgrim's roar meant. At this moment, he was concentrating on preparing for the battle after Orgrim approached.

As a result, what was surprising was that after Orgrim rushed close, he did not attack, but instead rammed his chest directly into Gu'el's Frostwolf Battle Axe!

Before Gui'er could react, the axe blade pierced through his body!

Orgrim stretched out his left hand and held Gu'el's shoulder. "Gu'el, you said your father asked you to take me to see him. Is that true?"

Gu'el stared at Orgrim with his blue eyes, and was stunned for a moment: "Yes, my father and mother are indeed dead, but they still exist in this world in a form similar to the souls of our ancestors. They guard the fortress in the north of this land: Duroth!"

"Durotar... Durotar!" Orgrim's eyes dimmed. "My old friend, even if you become the soul of the ancestors, you are unwilling to give me some inspiration so that I can lead the tribe onto the right path?"

“I’m such a failure…”

Orgrim struggled to hand the Doomhammer in his right hand to Go'el: "Take it, this hammer is much better than your father's rotten axe. Just think of it as a gift from an uncle."

"And this piece of plate armor on me. I specially aimed at the gaps in the plate armor. After I die, I just need to recast and maintain it so that it can be used again. This is all I can do for you!"

puff!

Orgrim was spitting out large mouthfuls of blood. Go'el was very shocked at this time. He wanted to insert a healing totem for this old friend of his father, but he couldn't.

He is the chieftain of the Mag'har Orcs' united tribe. He must stand firm in his stance, as it concerns the status of the orcs in the Draenor Alliance!

"I will lead the orcs to glory, regain their honor, and take revenge on the Burning Legion, making them pay with blood!!"

"The future of orcs... is in your hands, young orc!"

Orgrim only felt his eyelids heavy, but he did not resist the feeling. He entrusted the future of the orcs to the son of his old friend. He was so tired, so tired. He could finally rest.

Before his death, Orgrim seemed to hear a sad cry: "Great Chief..."

Oh, it's Grom, I'll go first!

As for Grom, he was originally very satisfied with the way he defeated his son. It is said that a good father will have a good son. However, Garrosh was weak and sick due to chickenpox, so he had to stay in Nagrand and was unable to take him to fight. He originally thought that his son was useless, but he didn't expect that his martial arts skills are still good now, and his combat awareness is also good, at least better than the son of the Dal family.

Grom, who was immersed in his own emotions, inadvertently saw that Orgrim was seriously injured by the orc younger than his son. He was shocked for a moment!

Orgrim was also a famous orc. Although his pure combat power was not as good as his own, and his strength did not increase greatly after drinking the demon's blood, he was still a strong man. It was impossible for him to die at the hands of that orc...

what is the reason?

Do not!

It turns out that he had already decided to die!

Grom quickly guessed the reason, but he still shouted sadly: "Great Chief!"

Grom waved Bloodroar, forced his son back, and wanted to go over to ask Orgrim why he gave up on himself!

He had just taken a step when he heard Garrosh say solemnly behind him: "Command: Repent!"

A ray of holy light descended from the sky and hit Grom's crown directly.

The holy light continued to wash over the whole body of the orc god of war. The remaining demon blood in his body was being washed away, and green sweat continued to flow out of his skin.

Grom was half-kneeling on the ground. He was paralyzed and his body had lost the ability to move, but his mind was working at high speed.

His mind was replaying his entire life.

When he was young, he fought against the Ogre Empire and fought for his clan without any regrets.

He recalled his wife, his beloved Gorka, who was seriously wounded in the battle with the ogres and begged Grom to end her life.

However, Grom sneered at her fragile will to die instead of living, called her a "toothless wolf" and turned away, leaving her there to die.

This callous act was only because he could not take the life of the person he loved with his own hands, and this nightmare continued to torment his mind for the next few years.

Later, when Ner'zhul called on the Horde to unite to fight against the Draenei, and when Gul'dan said he brought power, he was the first to respond.

Later, he participated in the Battle of Shattrath City and the invasion of Azeroth, because war was all he had in mind!

Although Grom has a strong desire to fight, he is not a mindless killing machine.

On the contrary, he used his cunning to the fullest in the war against the ogres.

At this moment his mind was extremely clear!

Although I like fighting, I hate being dominated even more!

Devil's blood!

It has dominated me for more than ten years!

Roar!

anger!

Unparalleled anger!