Volume 7: Battle for Azeroth Chapter 366: Traitors of the tribe must die
Orgrim stood on the balcony of the fortress, looking at the densely packed orc soldiers below. Those were the disorganized soldiers who had withdrawn from the battlefield.
Usually, orc infantrymen follow their clans into battle or are organized into different legions. There are usually only two situations in which they lose their organization: one is that the legion they belong to is annihilated, and the other is that they completely run around and lose the team due to a collapse of morale.
Orcs have high morale and rarely collapse.
The presence of so many orcs also indirectly confirmed how serious the defeat was.
This was the first time the tribe had suffered such a major defeat since its establishment.
Why is this happening! Why is this happening?
Looking at the chaotic orc soldiers below, Orgrim couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
This war made him feel an inexplicable uneasiness everywhere, a feeling of being shrouded in conspiracy. Every attack and every military order seemed to have been predicted by the enemy. Every troop he sent out fell into the enemy's pocket just right.
Military prediction does exist. When he was in Draenor, Orgrim had predicted the enemy's movements many times in wars. It is not impossible that there are some military geniuses among humans.
But a battle like yesterday could definitely not be explained by strategy. It seemed as if every step I took was being watched by the other side. No matter what strategy I used or what kind of surprise troops I sent, the other side could respond perfectly.
This made him deeply wary and fearful.
Could it be that... a guess suddenly occurred to him, could it be that there were spies from the Alliance in the tribe? And they were not just ordinary spies, they had to be spies who had access to all the military orders he issued.
But what kind of people can do this?
Herald! Orgrim suddenly thought of a possibility.
It's incredibly unbelievable, but there's no other way around it.
But how is this possible? Orgrim thought to himself with self-doubt. He had four high-ranking heralds under him, who issued his orders directly to the chieftains and warlords below. They were all carefully selected orc warriors with the highest loyalty, and in order to ensure their loyalty, they were all selected from the direct descendants of the Blackrock Clan.
Most of them had been with him through thick and thin since his days in Draenor, and some had even fought alongside him when they were young.
But this is the only possibility, and we must find out the truth.
“Saurfang, go gather all my heralds.”
Soon four high-ranking heralds were brought in.
Orgrim paced slowly in front of the four people, his eyes scanning their faces one by one. As he saw each face, the past experiences of these heralds instantly emerged in his mind.
Bear Nature is an excellent hunter from the Blackrock Wasteland. He started to participate in hunting at the age of eight. At the age of ten, he hunted an adult thunder elephant with his own hands and became a warrior in the clan. He once defeated the Draenei Avenger in a battle and protected the village.
Imperial Glaive, an excellent hunter from the Blackrock Wasteland, started to participate in hunting at the age of eight, and killed a male Clefthoof beast by himself at the age of ten, becoming a warrior in the clan . He once defeated the Ogre Raiders in a battle and protected the village.
Ironblooded Wolf, an excellent hunter from the Blackrock Wasteland, started to participate in hunting when he was eight years old, and killed a wyvern by himself when he was ten years old, becoming a warrior in the clan. He once defeated the Crowman Raiders in a battle and protected the village.
Uruk Blackfang... huh?
Not much is known about this orc Orgrim. He only remembers that he was an orc warrior from Blacktusk Village, the village where the previous warchief Blackhand was born.
After becoming the new warchief, Orgrim promoted many of his own confidants, but in order to appease Blackhand's old subordinates, he also retained some of the old officers, Uruk Blacktooth being one of them.
Although both of them were from the same big clan, they belonged to different villages, and Orgrim knew nothing about Blackfang's past experiences.
Orgrim's gaze was fixed decisively on Uruk Blackfang.
But he did not make a rash decision.
"Some of you betrayed the tribe. Every action I took in yesterday's war was predicted by humans. The only explanation is that someone leaked the information.
Tell me, my loyal warriors, have any of you witnessed anything unusual happening among yourselves?"
The four heralds looked at each other with wide eyes.
The bear's true nature suddenly stood out.
"Captain, now that you mention it, I remember that when I was delivering the message yesterday, I saw Uruk Blacktooth running to the top of the hill and releasing a white dove."
Imperial Glaive (Horde Herald): "Yes, yes, yes, I saw it too. He also tied something to the pigeon."
Iron-blooded Wolf (Horde Herald): "Great Chief, I think I saw it too."
As expected! A hint of murderous intent suddenly appeared in Orgrim's eyes.
He even instantly figured out the cause and effect in his mind. It must be because he had taken away the position of chieftain, which made Blackhand's former subordinates dissatisfied.
They actually conspired with the alliance to betray the tribe. This is intolerable!
Uruk looked at his companions in surprise, his face flushed.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I didn't have any! What pigeon? I don't know anything at all!"
"We orcs must take responsibility for our actions. Don't make excuses, Uruk. You know exactly what you did."
"That's right. Normally you always run around alone. I was wondering why you never act with us. It turns out you're a traitor."
"So you are a traitor, Uruk. We still consider you a brother."
"Big Chief—I didn't!"
"Enough!" Orgrim roared. On one side were his old subordinates who had followed him since the village, and on the other side were suspicious elements left behind by the previous chief. What else was there to say?
"Drag him away and chop him up. The traitor to the tribe must die!"
Watching Uruk Blacktooth being dragged away, Orgrim took a deep breath and nodded to the three remaining heralds, "You have done very well, you are worthy of being the warriors who walked out of the Blackrock Plains. Keep up the hard work, the tribe will definitely conquer this world.
You will see that day with your own eyes.”
The three of them immediately left, patting their chests.
Wait until you get out of the fortress.
Imperial Blade was filled with fear. "I think it's not a good idea for us to betray the chieftain. So many brothers died yesterday..."
"Fuck, we've already got the money, why are you still talking about this? We spent a lot of money to get a background with the chief's fellow villagers, wasn't it just for this day?"
"That's right, more than a million yuan is enough to buy a house."
These three had been planning for a long time. When they first created their accounts, the Horde was still a monster force, so the three of them joined the orc clan of Blackrock Plains early on, and worked hard to live in a village with Orgrim. Later, they worked hard to increase their reputation and favorability, and finally became Orgrim's direct descendants, and got the important position of Horde Herald.
Those wealthy local tycoons all set their sights on high-ranking officials such as chiefs and governors, and spent a lot of money to play with heroic accounts.
However, the three of them took a different approach and built an elite template. After all, only an elite template could serve as Orgrim's subordinate and they would not be afraid of being sent out to lead troops.
As expected, I sold it at a good price yesterday. I got back all my previous investment with interest and made a huge profit.
Speaking of which, Godwin was quite generous. The three of them gave him five million to sell the information. No wonder he could become king.
I just feel a little bit ashamed of the trust of the chief.
But there is no need to be afraid. At worst, when the tribe is defeated in the future, I will die in battle with the chief .
Watching the herald leave, Orgrim still frowned. He had a very keen war intuition, and at this moment he had a feeling that the crisis had not been resolved, and an invisible shadow still shrouded the tribe.
Even though the Horde still had a massive army, enough to continue fighting the Alliance, Orgrim no longer had the same chance of winning the next war as he had in the past.
For every traitor there is a second.
Moreover, the tribe is not stable internally. Several clans retreated inexplicably yesterday.
"Saurfang, do you think the Horde can still win this war?"
Saurfang was silent for a moment, then said in a muffled voice: "The orcs will not accept failure."
Orgrim sighed, "That's right. The orcs cannot accept a failed chieftain. War has been engraved in the souls of the orcs. It's either conquest or failure, without a doubt."
The guards outside the door brought news.
"Great Chieftain, Master Ner'zhul is here."
Orgrim snorted coldly. The Shadowmoon Clan's shaman army performed very poorly yesterday. It was time to question them.
"Let him in."
I don’t know if it’s because of the defeat, but Ner’zhul looks particularly gloomy.
He wore a hood that covered his monitor's face. Under the dark hood, his eyes shone with a strange luster.
Behind Ner'zhul was an orc with an unusually tall stature. Orgrim himself was very tall, but the orc was a head taller than him, and his cloaked body looked unusually heavy.
Ner'zhul (Shadowmoon Chieftain): "Great Chief, I think you have already felt it, right? The shadow of failure is looming over the tribe. Failure is inevitable. The enemy has a more powerful force, holy light, magic, dragons... that is not something the orcs' flesh and blood can resist.
Only by seeking more extraordinary power can we save the tribe and conquer the world.
I have brought you good news, a gift, a brand new power, an existence more extraordinary than the gods of this world. Deep in the dark abyss, I have found a great life that can completely change everything..."
Ner'zhul's mumbling words made Orgrim a little irritated.
Before he could get angry, Ner'zhul stretched out his hand and removed the cloak of the orc behind him, "Look, this is what I created with this power!
The orc in front of him was a head taller than ordinary orcs, with muscles all over his body, almost deformed, and a hunchbacked back. One of his arms had become extremely huge, and a huge eyeball had grown on his shoulder, blinking, looking very weird. The huge palm had become convex and sharp, almost like a monster's claw.
The other hand turned into a degenerate tentacle.
I have to admit that although the orc in front of me looks disgusting, his momentum is amazing.
If Orgrim could see the attributes of the troops, he would be surprised to find that the original level 3 infantry had become level 4, with a lot of additional troop specialties.
[Abyss Orc Warrior: Level 48 Infantry, HP 980.
Soldier characteristics: fast self-healing, resistance to magic, super strong, immune to curses...
Introduction to the army: An orc warrior corroded and transformed by the power of the abyss. His body, after undergoing the curse of flesh and blood, is extremely powerful and difficult to kill. However, he has also become extremely blind and mentally retarded.
The whispers of the abyss echoing in his mind make him difficult to control, and when facing the Faceless, he will automatically transform into the opponent's servant unit. 】
