God of the Universe Begins with Harry Potter

It is a pity that the current tribe is too weak, so Orgrim knows this, and has to follow the wishes of the enemy, regardless of the exhaustion of the orcs, and continue to advance towards Khaz Modan.

Finally, before the entire team ran out of energy, the Horde arrived at Khaz Modan.

Orgrim could already see the orc scouts guarding the borders of the area.

"Welcome, Doomhammer!" shouted the scout, raising his axe facing Doomhammer in a salute as they approached. "The Blood Ring Clan welcomes you back to Khaz Modan!"

"I thank you for that," Doomhammer shouted in response, holding his black stone warhammer high so that the scout could easily recognize him from this distance. "Where are Kilrogg and the others?"

"We've found a suitable place to camp in the valley at the back," the sentry replied, jumping to a lower platform below to make conversation easier. "I'll run back and tell them you're coming."

Then, he looked up at the Doomhammer team from a distance, and Doomhammer knew that he was counting the number of warriors following him.

"Where are the people from other tribes?" the scout asked suspiciously.

"Dead, most of them are dead..." Doomhammer said bluntly, with a heavy tone.

As the scout's eyes widened in surprise, Doomhammer bared his fangs.

"Besides, there is now an Alliance army not far behind us. Tell Kilrogg to get his warriors ready for battle."

The scout seemed to have other questions he wanted to ask, but because of his status, he still didn't open his mouth.

He saluted again, then climbed the cliff and ran away from it.

Orgrim nodded in satisfaction at the scout's response.

At least they have the Blood Ring clan by their side as they prepare to fight back against the humans.

Kilrogg, the chieftain of the Blood Ring clan, is an extremely cunning warrior, although he is old, and still very strong, and his clan is also very cruel and warlike.

Combined with the strength of his current remaining forces and the blood ring clan, they can still outmaneuver the Alliance.

He believed that the Alliance would never have thought that they would be able to get reinforcements here, and the Alliance's commanders would definitely regret their previous laissez-faire.

However, when he actually met Kilrogg, Doomhammer received bad news he never expected.

"We can't fight them with all our strength."

Doomhammer stared at Kilrogg, the old chief shook his head and slowly gave his answer.

"What? Why?" Doomhammer demanded.

"Dwarf." Kilrogg answered briefly.

"dwarf?"

At first, Orgrim thought Kilrogg was referring to the gryphon knights, but the army of these Wildhammer dwarves was a huge trouble for them, without the help of the Dragonmaw clan and dragons, The Horde was basically beaten passively when faced with these Griffon Knights.

However, the Wildhammer dwarves' lair is Eagle's Nest Mountain in the Hinterlands, and the Griffin Knights should be with the Alliance pursuers in the rear.

It is only possible that the dwarves mentioned by Kilrogg lived in this mountain.

That was the original owner of Khaz Modan, the Bronzebeard Dwarf.

"But we routed their armies and drove them out of the fort," Orgrim said.

"Except for one place," Kilrogg corrected, looking up, both of his eyes - one of which was blind with a scar - on Doomhammer.

"We couldn't destroy Ironforge, and every attempt cost me a lot of good warriors."

Orgrim immediately remembered the previous failed siege of Ironforge.

"Then give it up," Doomhammer insisted. "We don't need it anymore, now we have to assemble the tunnel on this side before they get through to catch us. When we're done with them, we can go back and get them again. Descend Khaz Modan, and even take Ironforge, and then place our warriors here to recuperate, and wait for the opportunity to march north again and end our plans to conquer this world."

But Kilrogg still shook his head.

"It's too dangerous to leave the dwarves behind us," he stressed. "I've been fighting them here for months, and I'm telling the truth, if we leave them alone, they'll come out of the fort like angry wasps and attack us. Whenever I take down a fort , those who survived fled into Ironforge - I can only guess how big it was, but the whole dwarven kingdom was in ambush, waiting for their chance of revenge. If we remove the warriors guarding there, we will Let them all rush out. At that time, we will not only face enemies in one direction, but two.”

Doomhammer walked around restlessly, thinking about the new information.

He trusted Kilrogg's judgment, but it also meant he wouldn't have enough fighters to take on the Alliance and win.He just continued to retreat.

He suddenly thought that maybe this is what the commanders of the Alliance rely on. Maybe they have long known the power of the Horde in Khaz Modan, but they know the Bronzebeard dwarves better, so they can let the Horde escape and not attack, It just consumes the strength of the enemy's physical strength.

Sure enough, he was still one step away.

"Stay here."

Finally, he said to Kilroger.

"Bring the people you need to block the dwarves and harass the humans. I'll take the rest to Blackrock Spire, where we can use its strong walls for defense." He looked up at the old chief. "If you can, come with your people later. Maybe you can have a chance to attack humans from behind."

He paused.

"But Blackrock Spire is our strategic point. If we can't defeat the humans there, we'll never be able to hold them back and the war will be lost."

Kilrogg nodded.

He stared at the tribal chieftain for a moment, then spoke.

Doomhammer had never heard the gray-haired old chief speak in such a gentle voice.

"You made the right choice," Kilrogg told him. "I know all too well the impact of Gul'dan's betrayal. He will take us back to the days before the door opened, during that time. Days we were almost mad with hatred, hunger and despair."

He nodded.

"No matter what happens, you have brought our people back to glory."