"What should we do? Warchief?"
Sabeck, the Blackrock Clan's lieutenant, felt a sense of fear in his heart. The Horde had been defeated, and defeated again. Even the bravest, Rogrom Hellhowl, had returned with his feathers ruffled. Did the Horde still have hope?
Orgrim looked at his newly promoted lieutenant with anger. In previous battles, Sabeck had been extremely fierce and brutal. How had he become so weak now?
At this moment, Orgrim deeply missed his original lieutenants, Varok Saurfang and Zul'jin. Both of them were wise men, who knew how to assess the situation and seize opportunities, and could also act as independent commanders!
But now, the Horde's talent was dwindling, and even the army was less than half its original size.
"Have the clans from the south arrived?" Orgrim asked Sabeck in return.
On this point, Sabeck was still a competent lieutenant. He responded, "The last batch of clan troops has just arrived, but they bring bad news."
"Speak!"
Orgrim's expression was calm. Nothing could be worse than the present. He didn't know how his Horde had gone from prosperity to decline, and the number of troops had become so scarce. He regretted not listening to Durotan's advice earlier, only believing that the Horde was invincible and could directly unify the continent by charging all the way north!
"Elwynn Forest and Westfall are lost!"
As soon as Sabeck finished speaking, Orgrim glared at him, startling Sabeck into taking a step back.
Westfall was lost? Wouldn't that mean no more food?
Elwynn Forest was also lost? No more abundant prey?
Then what would they eat in the future?
Continue to go back to the Black Morass to eat crocodiles and wild vegetables?
"Worthless!"
With logistical support gone, Orgrim had no way out!
Hoo!
Hoo!
Hoo!
The Warchief of the Horde adjusted his breathing. Everyone else could lose their minds, but he couldn't. The Horde still needed his leadership.
He forced himself to calm down.
The Alliance's main force was currently stationed along the Blackrock Mountain range and had begun building fortresses. It seemed they were in no hurry to attack. Previously, Orgrim had mocked the Alliance's Marshal Lothar for being foolish and not seizing the opportunity. If the Alliance had chosen to press on with their army when the Horde was defeated and retreated, his side would have suffered another crushing defeat and heavy losses.
Now, he realized that he was the clown. Their army had bypassed them from the sea and was cutting off their retreat. If the clan stationed in Elwynn Forest hadn't brought the news, perhaps the remaining troops in his hands would have been completely surrounded and killed by the Alliance in the Burning Steppes before long!
Moreover, a strange plague was spreading within the Horde. The infected warriors were weak and lost all their fighting spirit, becoming tired and muddled.
If things continued to drag on, they would face total annihilation!
Orgrim, who was already under heavy pressure, became even more hunched at this moment, as if he had aged more than a decade in an instant.
Bad news, all bad news.
Orgrim's eyes flickered.
There was still a chance, a gamble could be made!
"Sabeck! Go and invite the Warchief of the Warsong Clan, the Chieftain of the Bleeding Hollow Clan, the Chieftain of the Thunderlord Clan, and the Chieftain of the Burning Blade Clan!"
These four clans, besides the Blackrock Clan, still possessed considerable strength. Moreover, like the Blackrock Clan, they had annexed many orcs from disintegrating small clans. In terms of numbers, they had not only not weakened much, but had even improved.
Of course, the Warsong Clan was an exception, they were not interested in members of other clans.
Before long, the Horde's greatest fighting force gathered in Orgrim's tent.
"Everyone, the Horde has now reached a critical moment of life and death. To the north are hundreds of thousands of Alliance troops, and to the south, the forests and fields have been lost. We are about to face the danger of being attacked from both sides!"
As soon as these words were spoken, apart from the slightly moved young Fenris, Kilrogg and Grom, who had experienced many battles, remained expressionless. The Blademaster of the Burning Blade Clan was even more indifferent. The strong have nothing to fear!
"But we are not without a chance. The Alliance sent assassins to try to assassinate me and cause the Horde to disintegrate, and I also sent Blackrock spies to counterattack, but these are all petty tricks that can't be put on the table."
The four chieftains did not speak. They were not orcs with brains full of muscles who only knew how to kill, kill, kill.
Regarding Orgrim leading the Horde, they understood that they would not do better than Orgrim. He was indeed a rare wise man among the orcs, so the four chieftains were waiting for Orgrim to tell them his plan.
"Chieftain Dael, please send a team of elites to the Dark Portal to return to Draenor and request reinforcements. In Draenor, we still have many tribal warriors, the Shattered Hand Clan, the Bonechewer Clan, the Laughing Skull Clan, and the Shadowmoon Clan. These large tribes have not yet dispatched large armies. As long as we get their support, attack their army in the south, and then meet up with us, the Alliance will no longer be our opponent."
After Orgrim finished speaking, Dael Three-Blood Blades frowned: "Warchief, there are also Alliance assassins active in the south. I'm afraid a small orc team will not be successful along the way, and it will take at least half a month to go back and forth."
In short, even if these clans send troops, can they hold on?
Will the Alliance give them a month to catch their breath?
"We will soon usher in a big battle, and it will be launched by us. I want to let the opposite Lothar know what a real decapitation tactic is!"
This was Orgrim's real plan: "The commander on the opposite side and I both understand that as long as I die in battle, or the Alliance Marshal on the opposite side dies, our respective armies will suffer a major blow. As long as I manage to kill Lothar in battle, even if the Alliance does not collapse on the spot, it will buy us some time!"
"I will personally lead the Blackrock Guards to launch a charge. Broxigar and the Death Knight Corps will move out with me. Chieftain Rogrom, Chieftain Dael, you will lead elite warriors to support my left flank. Chieftain Kilrogg, Chieftain Fenris, your Bleeding Hollow Clan and Thunderlord Clan will protect my right flank."
Orgrim slammed his hands heavily on the table and roared: "The Alliance is garrisoned along the entire northern line, and the army is spread very thinly. We will strike at the heart of the snake. 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 will charge with you!"
"The Burning Blade Clan fears nothing!"
"Me too!"
"Prepare the army, rest for one night, and attack before dawn, just like the Alliance ambushed us last time!"
"Lok-tar ogar!"