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"I didn't see any ambushes," Kurdran said, as if the question questioned his reconnaissance abilities. "The whole tribe, in a huge Kuroshio, went to that tower."

He looked at Lothar as if to guess the commander's next question.

"Ah, of course, the Wildhammer dwarves will follow you. Together we can outnumber them, though that doesn't mean we have an absolute advantage," he must have said.

"I don't need an absolute advantage," Lothar replied. "Just a fair fight." His face became serious.

"Five days," he said to the others. "Within five days, we will resolve this matter."

Seeing Lothar like this, Ye Ting smiled bitterly in his heart.

In the original book, Lothar was tragically killed in this war.

However, now that he is here as a traveler, such a sad fate will not befall this reliable friend again.

Chapter 0608 Orgrim's Speech

In the end, the Alliance caught up with the Horde before they entered Blackrock Spire.

Ye Ting's previous plan worked, and the Horde's orcs lost too much physical strength during the long march driven by the Alliance.

When Orgrim realized that no matter how hard they drove, they would not be able to retreat, so he simply stationed his army in the Burning Steppe for a short rest.

However, this also means that they must fight a decisive battle with the Alliance on the Burning Steppes.

"Humans are here!"

The shouts from the scouts reached Orgrim, who was annoyed to hear the fear of the Alliance in his subordinates' voices.

He couldn't understand, since when did his warlike and bloodthirsty subordinates become so weak?

"I know they're coming," he growled in response, straightening up to look at the other orcs behind him.

They are standing on a rough high platform on the top of the mountain, which is directly in front of the Black Rock Fortress, high on the rocky plain, and the fortress is faintly visible in sight.

From here, he could see the remaining orcs gathered below.

The last time he was in this position, his warriors were able to cover every corner of the plain below without revealing a single stone.

But now, there are many large black stones mixed with the green below, and he can even see members of different clans gathered together in twos and threes.

When did the tribes become so few in number?

What did he do with them in the past?

Why didn't he notice what his old friend Durotan was saying sooner?

Everything he warned has become a reality today!

"What shall we do?" asked one of his men, Tarbek, stepping forward to him. "We don't have enough numbers to counter them, and we don't have reinforcements."

Doomhammer glared furiously at his deputy, and the other orcs backed away in horror.

Their numbers have indeed decreased, and they are no longer as numerous as they used to be able to sweep the world.

However, in the name of their ancestors, they were still orcs!

"What should we do?" he hissed his lieutenant, lifting his hammer - the Doomhammer - from his back. "We will fight!"

Turning to no longer face the trembling Tarbek, Orgrim strode forward onto the high platform.

"Listen to me, my people," he roared, holding his hammer high.

Some of the orcs looked up at him while others were indifferent, which angered him.

He slammed his weapon against the face of the cliff, and the loud knock made the other orcs look at him immediately and waited intently for his next words.

"Listen to me!" he roared again, "I know that some time ago, we encountered a huge failure and setback, and our number has decreased a lot! I also know that Gul'dan's betrayal made us A terrible price was paid! But we are still orcs! We are still the Horde! Every step we take will still shake the world!"

A burst of cheers came from the soldiers below, but the sound was too sparse and seemed very weak.

"Humans, elves, and dwarves, they followed us to this place," he continued, spat after each word, as if he loathed the names—and they were. "They thought They beat us! They thought we were here because they were afraid of their power, like a bereaved dog running away! But, I say, they were wrong!"

Having said that, he once again raised the Doomhammer in his hand.

"We are not here because we are afraid, not because we want to run away, but because here is our stronghold, where our strength lies. We are here because we are here to prepare, let our blood And glory continues to sweep this continent. We're here because we'll beat them again and make them tremble when they hear our name in the future!"

This time, the cheers were louder, and Doomhammer let the sound keep ringing.

The warriors straightened up and began to wield their weapons, and he could be sure that these men had once again ignited their fighting spirit.very good.

"We will not wait for them to attack us!" he said to his people. "We will not cower here in fear, and give them the chance to plot against us. Never! We are orcs! We are the Horde! We will burn the war on them, and they will be remorseful for chasing us here! When we have defeated them, we will begin our journey of conquest anew on their corpses, Make this continent ours!"

He held the warhammer in both hands and raised it, waving it on his head. This time, the cheers became louder and louder, causing the ground he was standing on to vibrate.

Orgrim cheered, a smile on his face.

Because this is his people!

They will not cry and kneel on the ground begging for forgiveness!

If they must lie down, it will also be on the battlefield, with the blood of the enemy on their weapons.

And so, with one impassioned speech, the Horde Warchief restored the morale of his army, even at the cost of deceit and concealment.

In his speech, he cleverly turned the rout into a strategic shift, and it was not too late to return to Blackrock Fortress to take the initiative to seek a head-to-head battle. In the end, these reckless and ignorant orcs believed Orgrim's words and believed that the tribe had retained itself. Powerful enough to fight the alliance head-on.

Orgrim doesn't regret doing so, though.