Chapter 470：

"Uther!" Lothar stood up and stretched out his hand to the paladin, and Uther held it firmly.

"My lord," Uther said. He also shook hands with Liadrin on Ye Ting's side, and then nodded to the others, "We rushed over as quickly as possible."

"Altac has been cleaned up?" Uther looked tired, and Liadrin asked when he sat on a rock next to them.

"Yes." He replied, a flash of pride in his sky-blue eyes. "My companion and I have ensured this. Alterac and the surrounding mountains are no longer orcs."

His words made Turalyon a strange embarrassment. He should have followed Uther to carry out his orders, but failed to use the power that belongs to the Paladin. As a result, Faor personally assigned another task. , Following Lothar's side.

"Very good," Lothar smiled. "You came just in time, Uther. We just learned where the orcs are, can you be--?"

Having said this, he turned his head and looked at the Bronzebeard dwarf brothers beside him. They had stayed in this area for a long time and knew very well how much distance was left.

"Within five days." Brian pondered for a while and then replied, "If they didn't leave us any surprises on this road."

He looked at his brother and nodded.

"If you are going to Blackstone Mountain, we will walk with you. The Bronzebeard dwarves will not let you face them alone."

"I didn't see any ambushes." Kurdran said, as if the question was questioning his reconnaissance ability. "The entire tribe formed a huge black tide to the tower."

He looked at Lothar as if he had guessed the commander's next question.

"Ah, of course, the Wildhammer dwarves will follow you. Together we can surpass them in numbers, although this does not mean that we can have an absolute advantage." He must say.

"I don't need an absolute advantage." Lothar replied. "It just needs 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 died unfortunately in this war.

However, now that he is a traverser here, such a sad fate will no longer fall on this reliable friend.

Chapter 0608 Orgrim's Speech

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

Ye Ting's previous plan worked. The orcs of the tribe lost too much energy during the march driven by the Alliance for a long time.

When Orgrim realized that no matter how hard they hurried, they couldn't retreat. He simply stationed the army in the Burning Plain for a short rest.

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

"Humanity is here!"

The shout from the scout reached Orgrim's ears, and he was very annoyed at hearing the fear of the Alliance in the voices of his men.

He wondered, since when did his militant and bloodthirsty subordinates become so weak?

"I know they are coming." He roared in response, standing straight and looking at the other orcs behind him.

They were standing on a rough high platform on the top of the mountain, right in front of the Blackrock Fortress, high on the rocky plain, the fortress was faintly visible in sight.

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

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

But nowadays, there are a lot of large black stones interspersed between the green below, and he can even see that members of different clans gather together in twos and threes.

Since when did the number of people in the tribe become so scarce?

What did he do with them in the past?

Why didn't he notice what his old friend Durotan said earlier?

Everything he warned has become a reality today!

"What should we do." One of his subordinates, Tabek asked, stepping forward to his side. "We don't have enough numbers to counter them, and there are no reinforcements."

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

The number of them has indeed decreased, and they are no longer capable of sweeping the world as many as before.

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

"What should we do?" He hissed to his adjutant, and took his warhammer-Doomhammer-from his back. "We will fight!"

Turning around and no longer facing the trembling Tabek, Orgrim strode forward to the high platform.

"Listen to me, my people." He roared and raised his warhammer high.

Some orcs raised their heads and looked at him while others were indifferent, which angered him.

He smashed his weapon fiercely on the surface of the cliff, and the loud knocking made the other orcs immediately look at him and waited intently for him.

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

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

"Humans, elves, and dwarves, they followed us to this place." He continued, and he uttered every word, as if disgusted with these names-in fact, they were so, "They thought They defeated us! They thought we came here because they were afraid of their power, like a bereaved dog running away! But, I have to say, they were wrong!"

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

"We are here not because of fear, nor because we want to escape, but because there is our fortress here, where our strength lies. We are here because we can be here to prepare for our blood He Glory continues to sweep the continent. We are here because we will defeat them once again and make them tremble when they hear our name in the future!"

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

These soldiers straightened up and began to wave their weapons. He could be sure that these people had rekindled 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 opportunity to plan how to attack us. Never! We are orcs! We are the tribe! We will burn the flames of war on them, and they will feel regret for chasing us here! After we defeat them, we will step on their bodies and start our journey of conquest again, 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, shaking the ground on which he was standing.

Orgrim was excited about this, and a smile appeared on his face.

Because this is his people!

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

If they are bound to lie down, they will also be on the battlefield, with the enemy's blood stained on their weapons.

In this way, through an impassioned speech, the warchief of the tribe restored the morale of the army, even if it was at the cost of deception and concealment.

In his speech, he cleverly turned the rout into a strategic shift. He would not be able to return to the Blackstone Fortress in the future and say that he would actively seek a decisive battle. In the end, these reckless and ignorant orcs believed Orgrim's words and believed that the Horde had kept themselves. The powerful force is enough to fight the Alliance head-on.

However, Orgrim did not regret doing so.