Chapter 453: The Horde's Trump Card

The Warchief of the Horde actually came to ask the Alliance's deputy commander if he was in league with the Horde's most powerful warlock?

What kind of joke was this?

Most of the orcs couldn't understand Common, but the elves could!

For a moment, the elves all pricked up their long ears.

Both sides unconsciously stopped fighting, creating distance, listening to the dialogue between the two leaders. The few orcs who understood Common were ready to translate.

As a leader of the Alliance, Duke could completely ignore Orgrim's absurd battlefield shouting.

But Duke dared not ignore it.

Colluding with the Horde was an absolute capital crime.

Just think about the fate that Alterac was about to face, it's estimated that King Aiden would be cursed for eternity even after his death.

Duke answered with amplifying magic.

"Collusion!? Pitiful Warchief Orgrim! Don't you know yet that you've been used by Gul'dan? No, you really don't know—our Alliance and your Horde are both victims of the Burning Legion's demonic conspiracy, don't you?

"What!?" No wonder Orgrim was surprised, he really didn't know Gul'dan's motive, his true source of power.

"The soul of Sargeras, the lord of the Burning Legion, controlled our world guardian, Medivh. He conspired with your warlock Gul'dan, who was seduced by the demon lord Kil'jaeden. That's how the Dark Portal came to be, that's why your Horde invaded the world of Azeroth. To put it bluntly, you orcs are just the vanguard of the demon invasion of this world."

"No—that's because our world was on the brink of destruction..." Orgrim argued.

"Yes, it's because the power of the demons led your world to destruction." Duke mocked mercilessly.

Orgrim was taken aback.

He had to recall his deceased friend Durotan's complaint, 'I think it was Gul'dan and his warlocks who destroyed our world. You see, wherever they go, they use their fel energy. The earth is drying up, the trees are withering, there's no grass, and there's no game. Without game, the orcs have to starve to death.'

He would never forget how many of his clan members sacrificed themselves on the way when his clan migrated to the Dark Portal.

The weak, the sick, those who were fatally injured by the counterattack of the game.

Once upon a time, the survival rule of the orcs, survival of the fittest, for thousands of years, made him think it was natural. Now thinking about it, whether it was Durotan or Duke, what they said was undoubtedly true.

Orgrim saw with his own eyes when the Dark Portal first opened, it was a swamp that was dirty, but definitely not lacking in life. But now? In winter, he went back through the Dark Portal once. It had turned into a barren wasteland.

Grey hills, red earth.

No ordinary beasts, all were monsters mutated under the fel.

Now thinking about it, that should be the demonic power of the warlocks.

"Hahaha! Have you figured it out? You orcs are just a bunch of pitiful creatures played by demons. All your glory is just a joke to embellish the demons' conspiracy. And the one who really implements the mockery of you is Gul'dan!" Duke spat venomously: "Have you figured it out? If you have, then get out! Orcs, get back to your world!"

"Gul'dan!" Orgrim raised his warhammer and waved it, he roared at the sky:

"I will use this to kill you! I will see you pay for your betrayal in full!"

As Orgrim shouted, some on the Alliance side thought that perhaps they wouldn't have to fight anymore.

They were too naive.

"However, the Horde has no other choice! We will punish the traitors! But the orcs must continue to thrive! So—your world, we will claim!"

Duke's face changed instantly.

Orgrim took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down: "I will lead my clan south, we will clear all obstacles along the way, we will keep this road open, wait until we deal with Gul'dan, we will come back again. By then, it will be the end of your Alliance!"

Even though he himself was doubting whether he could achieve what he said, this time they caught Lordaeron by surprise, but this kind of thing won't happen a second time.

But Orgrim had to say it.

He couldn't lose face.

He couldn't show weakness in his momentum.

Since the goal is always to annihilate the other side, there is no peace, no need to show weakness.

Duke's eyes narrowed, he said coldly: "You don't have to wait for later, today, I want all of you to die here!"

With a wave of Duke's hand, the Alliance forces once again attacked, led by the self-destructing spirits.

But at this moment, the Horde had a clear goal—breakout.

Even if Alleria and other rangers were pouring arrows into the Horde like crazy, and Marian and other mages were constantly releasing magic attacks, the effect was very limited.

Every time they almost caught up with the Horde's rear, there would definitely be a small clan with hundreds of people turning back to die in the rear. Tirion Fordring's Silver Hand, after all, only brought a group of city guards who could barely ride on horseback, their combat power was basically trash.

After the Horde paid more than five thousand lives, Orgrim successfully led the army back into the Alterac Mountains.

Orgrim retreated, but Duke couldn't be happy at all. Because he knew what was coming to save the day for the Horde.

On the western battlefield, the fierce battle continued.

At this time, Kurdran Wildhammer suddenly felt something else flying from the sky, he looked up, a shadow was soaring from the clouds to the south of his head, at first he thought this was a warrior coming to report the battlefield information to him, but he immediately felt that this guy's flying style was not like a gryphon.

And there were more shadows coming from the southeast, it seemed that they were coming from Lake Lordamere, and they were likely flying at a higher altitude than them, but what were these things?

But as these shadows approached at high speed, they became larger and larger, so large that they drowned out his vision!

"By the name of Aerie Peak." Kurdran murmured, and was completely stunned by the largest of them.

The slender body, the long tail and neck, the huge wings occasionally flapping, and extending into the sky—only one type of flying creature would be this large.

As the last wisp of cloud dispersed, the sunlight shone on them, this creature was glowing with a red light—covered with deep red scales, Kurdran knew his judgment was correct.

This was a dragon.

Red dragons or something, Kurdran's kill count had reached double digits.

But this one was completely different, because if he wasn't seeing things, this was an ancient dragon with a size comparable to the five Dragon Aspects, definitely over ten thousand years old!