Volume 7: Battle for Azeroth Chapter 368: The Black Dragon King's Plan
Bang!
Morpheus's palm hit Orgrim's head hard.
Touch of the soul!
This is dragon language magic specially developed by Morpheus, which can import a memory into the target's mind.
As soon as Orgrim raised the Hammer of Destruction in his hand, he was hit instantly, and countless fragments of memories flooded into his mind in an instant.
Pictures and messages flashed quickly before his eyes.
It seemed like a long time had passed, but in reality it was only a moment, and he suddenly moved again.
"Get out of my way!" The Hammer of Doom came crashing down on Morpheus' head, but Morpheus stepped back and avoided the powerful blow.
Orgrim did not pursue him. He stood there panting, looking at Morpheus in disbelief, as if he was still thinking about what had just happened.
Orgrim could feel that some subtle changes seemed to have taken place in himself, but it seemed as if nothing had happened.
"What on earth did you do to me?"
"I think you already have the answer to this question. Look around you. Do you see anything different?"
Orgrim subconsciously glanced around. Saurfang was fighting with the sorceress, struggling to break free from the shackles of darkness, but there was a strange thing floating above his head.
Saurfang (Supreme Warlord) Epic Tier 3, Level 90, HP 13200.
What is that?
He looked suddenly above his head and saw a line of text as well.
Orgrim Doomhammer (Great Chief) Epic Tier 4, Level 90, HP 155,000 (faction leader).
"This is... So everything is real, and the images you showed me are real?"
As Orgrim spoke, he quickly analyzed everything that had happened in the past in his mind. Yes, this explained everything, why he always felt as if he was being controlled by someone, why all his strategies were seen through, and why he felt that the world was shrouded in a huge conspiracy.
I see……
Morpheus nodded silently.
"Saurfang, stop." Orgrim said in a deep voice.
Over there, Saurfang had already broken free from the magic that bound him and was about to fight to the death with Onyxia, but upon hearing this, the battle axe in his hand suddenly stopped.
"Great Chief, why..."
"No reason, they are not our enemies."
Saurfang didn't believe it and whispered to Orgrim, "Orgrim, have you been bewitched by some evil spell? If so, blink and I will call Ner'zhul to help you remove the spell. If that doesn't work, I can handle them all by myself."
This made Orgrim a little annoyed. "That's enough. I'm not that easy to be controlled. He just made me see some things clearly."
Orgrim said, nodding seriously at Saurfang, "I am serious." Saurfang then put away his weapon doubtfully.
"Do you want me to call the guards in?"
"No need, please leave. They have no hostility. I want to talk to His Excellency the Black Dragon King alone."
"You should leave Oni for a while, too. I'll meet you later."
Onyxia was obviously a little dissatisfied about having to leave, but Morpheus had already initially established his authority in the Black Dragon Legion. Onyxia could only snort in dissatisfaction and turned away.
In the huge chief's hall, only Orgrim and Morpheus were left.
"So why did you come to me and reveal the truth about this world to me?"
"Of course it's for an alliance. I have a plan and I need your help. But before "
A cold light suddenly flashed in Morpheus' eyes, and he suddenly opened his mouth.
Dragon Breath Technique!
A ball of flame suddenly burned towards the shadow behind the chief's throne.
Orgrim was startled and thought that the black dragon had gone mad. The next second, he saw a figure in the darkness suddenly being burned by the flames and revealing its human form.
It was a human assassin! The human instantly transformed into seven phantoms and fled in different directions.
Orgrim was greatly surprised. This human assassin had apparently been lurking around him for a long time, but he had not noticed it at all.
Morpheus did not hesitate and used the Dragon's Breath Technique to burn the black shadow that he felt had the strongest breath of life.
Poof! The shadow disappeared instantly, but it was a mirror image. Morpheus was a little surprised. The black dragon's super high perception allowed him to clearly feel the slight difference between these shadows. He clearly felt that they were real people.
But he did not pause at all, and the flames instantly burned to the next black shadow.
A burst of dragon breath instantly burned three of the shadows, but he didn't expect that they were all fake.
At the same time, Orgrim also took action, raising his hand with the hammer of destruction and launching a lava burst combo.
Three more shadows were shattered by the exploding flames.
Unexpectedly, Orgrim's plans also failed. The last shadow took advantage of this opportunity to come to the window, waved at the two of them, and disappeared out of the window.
Hero Skill——Shadow Master!
This fighting skill may seem ordinary, but it has a very powerful effect, which allows the main body to switch between different shadows.
In other words, these seven mirror images can all be real bodies, or they can all be illusions. As long as the transition is fast enough, they will not be hit.
Orgrim finally caught a glimpse of the man's name.
Sword Without Traces (Shadow of Death)...
"Hmph, human assassin! Damn it." Orgrim snorted coldly and looked at the Black Dragon King , but the hostility in his eyes was much less.
"Tell me your plan. Let me hear what it is that made you come to me."
"My plan is to..."
Morpheus told Orgrim his plan in detail. As he listened, his expression kept changing and finally he couldn't help laughing.
"Hahahaha, you are really a lunatic. You want the tribe to join you? What a joke! Orcs will never be slaves!"
"It's not surrender, but an alliance. Besides, orcs will never be slaves or anything like that - it's better not to say it so confidently."
These words made Orgrim a little annoyed, but he also knew very well that among orcs, the strong are respected. As long as one is strong enough, one can be a slave or even a dog.
"Humph, let's not talk about that. Let's talk about your plan. How can such a plan succeed? It's too unrealistic."
"How do you know you won't succeed if you don't try? If you do it, there's at least a chance of success, but if you don't try, you'll definitely not succeed. And with your help, the chances of success will undoubtedly be greater."
"But doing so will cause the tribe to lose the war."
"Haha, even without my plan, do you think the tribe can win this war? No, the failure of the tribe is inevitable. The fate of the orcs has long been determined. They are destined to kill, conquer, and suffer failure over and over again, endlessly.
What awaits the tribe is endless war and hatred passed down from generation to generation. The orcs are destined to become a sad footnote in this drama. If you want to break this fate and reincarnation, you have to join me. "
Orgrim listened to Morpheus' words and walked to the window. He looked at the bustling orc army below and listened to their beast-like howls.
"Blood and Thunder!"
"Power and glory!"
"Lokta Oga!"
"For the tribe!"
The noise came from below, vague but real.
For the Horde? But what did that mean? Orgrim had thought he knew what that meant, but now he was not so sure.
“Why do you want to cooperate with me?”
"Because you are smart enough to understand the truth I show you, and you have enough courage and strength to put it into practice. No one else can do that."
This little compliment did not make Orgrim happy. He pondered for a long time and finally nodded.
"Okay, I promise you, for the sake of the tribe and the world, let's take action. You'd better not betray my trust, Black Dragon King."
Morpheus nodded, " I swear on the fate of the Black Dragon clan."
“Saurfang – call the chieftains!”
Saurfang rushed in from the door excitedly, "Great Chief, are we going to launch a counterattack?"
"No, it's time to retreat."
…
Six hours later - in the Alliance camp:
"What! The tribe has started to withdraw?"
The leaders of the alliance were holding a meeting, celebrating the victory of the war and discussing the next strategy.
Unexpectedly, just as the discussion was getting halfway through, we received news that the tribe was withdrawing completely.
"Isn't this another trap?"
"It makes no difference. Those savage orcs are no match for the Alliance warriors!"
"Give the order, Your Majesty Godwin, to completely destroy those orcs."
Godwin nodded. He really couldn't think of any other tricks the tribe could come up with. "All troops attack!"
The ensuing war proved that traps did not exist.
The tribe is really going to retreat.
When the Alliance army attacked the orc fortresses in the Wrathfang Plains, they encountered stubborn resistance, but most of the defenders were adventurers and some cannon fodder clans, while the main force of the Horde army was continuously retreating back to Dun Morogh along the Loch Modan Tunnel.
After discovering this situation, troops from all directions launched a frantic attack, hoping to take the opportunity to gain more military merits.
Murphy was no exception, he led his dragoons to wreak havoc in the sky, creating a leveling experience that was like a buffet.
For the entire afternoon, he slaughtered orcs crazily and gained three levels in one afternoon.
Without Orgrim's command, the orc army fought on their own and fell into complete chaos.
Despite relying on a solid fortress for defense, the Alliance still bit off several pieces of their flesh.
Finally the tribe managed to retreat despite huge casualties. In this battle, the tribe lost more than 100,000 troops again. Although they were all cannon fodder clans, including the casualties of the previous two days, the tribe's losses had exceeded 300,000, which could be said to be a serious blow.
