Volume 7: Battle for Azeroth Chapter 363: Ganis Marr
The person who spoke was none other than Prince Lawrence.
Godwin (King of Lordaeron): "Prince Laurence, why are you so sure?"
Lawrence (Prince of Lordaeron): "Isn't it obvious that the Horde has lost their biggest trump card? They can't win quickly when they attack, but they are unwilling to retreat. Their logistics can only be replenished through the Dun Morogh Tunnels. If they continue to waste their energy in vain, they will inevitably get deeper and deeper into trouble.
If Orgrim were a decisive man, he would definitely choose to retreat as soon as possible, shorten the supply lines, and continue to fight a war of attrition with us, rather than wasting his troops in this muddy wilderness that has no strategic value."
Although Lawrence's character is not very good, he is actually very knowledgeable when analyzing the battle situation.
Everyone whispered for a while, but there were not many objections.
Uther (Paladin Lord): "It is indeed impossible for the Horde to defeat us. The results of the Silver Hand Knights have proven that those barbaric and brutal orcs are no match for the noble knights."
Mograine (High Lord): "You are right. As long as we take steady steps, we will definitely be able to defeat those orcs. If I were the orc chieftain, I might really have to consider running away. Hahahaha."
This remark was met with a great laugh.
Today's successful raid has undoubtedly brought a huge morale boost to the stalemate on the battlefield.
Blackbeard (Brigadier General of Kul Tiras): "If you ask me, why don't we launch a surprise attack on the enemy's rear tomorrow? If we can cut off the enemy's retreat, we can keep all these hundreds of thousands of orcs in the wetlands."
"No, the enemy still has more than 100,000 troops in the Angry Fang Plain. It's not easy to cut off their retreat."
"It would be better to mobilize the cavalry to monitor the enemy and launch a pursuit if they retreat."
"I think we should not be too happy. The enemy may not retreat. Those orcs have stone heads. They will not retreat so easily unless they get their heads bruised and bloody."
Listening to everyone's discussion, Godwin quickly made a decision.
"Whether the tribe attacks or retreats, we must be ready for battle tomorrow. Pass my order on to the front lines. We will launch an all-out attack tomorrow morning. Everyone, it's time to drive these beasts off our land."
“That’s right!”
"Without the Fire Lord, we will definitely be able to beat those orcs into pigs."
Meanwhile - Horde Camp:
"Captain, we must retreat!"
"Yes, Chieftain, without the Firelord, we are no match for the Alliance."
"Retreat, great chief. As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood."
In the big tent, the small chiefs present at the meeting proposed to withdraw their troops.
These little chiefs have figured out that the level gap between Alliance and Horde heroes is quite large, and relying solely on these NPCs won't be enough.
It would be better to withdraw the troops first, go back to practice more and improve your rank, and then start the war after a few months or half a year when your strength has increased.
Otherwise, if the fighting continues, it is uncertain whether the tribe will lose, and all the chiefs and generals who lead the troops will be finished.
"Enough!" Orgrim suddenly roared, staring at the orcs in front of him with his eyes wide open. "Look at you, so cowardly, so timid, are you still the warriors of the tribe? We came to this world to conquer this continent. You showed your true colors just because you encountered a little setback. I am really disappointed.
No, we will never retreat. The orcish drums of war will beat once again, and the banners of the Horde will crush any enemy who dares to stand in our way.
Today's defeat is only temporary. Yes, we lost the opportunity to summon the Fire Lord to join the battle, but the Fire Lord's self-detonation also killed a large number of the Alliance's elite. Now the Alliance is at its weakest moment.
Tomorrow, I will personally lead the tribe's army to sweep away those enemies who dare to be against the tribe!
I shouldn't have left you useless rubbish behind, but I'm still willing to give you a chance, fight to the end for the tribe, or let me give you a quick death now!"
The hall was extremely quiet for a moment, and the next second.
"Great Chief, I won't say anything more . I will never frown at your words even in the face of adversity."
"Well said, Chief! I have long disliked these useless people. I will lead the charge tomorrow!"
"Great Chief, just listen to me. We, the Iron Blood Clan, were born to fight."
"Lokta Oga!"
"For the tribe!"
Encouraged by Orgrim, the chiefs and generals suddenly became excited as if they were injected with chicken blood.
Orgrim looked at the orcs who were performing hard with an uncertain expression, but he felt a little unsure in his heart.
These guys really gave him no chance to deal with.
When the meeting ended, the tribe's top leaders left one after another.
“Saurfang.” He called over his only trusted lieutenant.
"Do you really want to fight the alliance to the death? Although those rubbish are useless, they are right about one thing: we are indeed not at an advantage right now."
Orgrim nodded, "I know, and the Alliance knows this too. That's why we can't retreat tomorrow. We must gain an advantage and then find a chance to retreat. Otherwise, the Knights of the Alliance will definitely follow us.
It is not easy to withdraw 500,000 orcs to Dun Morogh."
He whispered at this point.
"Tomorrow you will go to the Angry Fang Plains to gather the army. Any chieftains and warlords who dare to retreat from the front line will be killed. It's time to clean up these damned rubbish."
Grog Evil Eye walked among the crowd leaving the big tent. Their warlock corps performed well in the battle this morning, so they gained some trust from the great chief, who gave them a quota of 10,000 orc recruits.
However, Grog Evil Eye was not very optimistic about Orgrim's continued war.
"This is crazy, Orgrim has no idea what he is doing."
Grogo Evil Eye walked out of the tent and muttered to himself.
The tribe still has strength, but victory in this world does not come from brute courage, but from real power, Pava.
The reason why the Horde was so powerful and swept across all the monsters in Draenor was because of the demon blood provided by Gul'dan.
The orcs who drank the demon's blood were like cheats, but since Gul'dan left, the demon's blood has been cut off. Now the power of the demon's blood has gradually faded from the orcs' bodies, and the orcs no longer have their original violence and bloodthirstiness.
Although it can still fight, it is just a large human infantry.
The power of the Firelord summoned by Ner'zhul briefly provided a new source of power. However, the power of the Firelord can only be used by shamans. For ordinary orcs, at most they can enjoy the weapon enchantment, which is completely incomparable to the demon's blood.
Ner'zhul wants to summon the Firelord to come into this world in order to reverse this situation.
But now even the power of the Fire Demon can no longer be relied upon. If a new driving force for war cannot be found, the tribe's war machine will only gradually decline.
But isn’t this critical moment our chance?
There was a gleam of ambition in Grog Evil Eye's eyes.
The Horde is merely the vanguard of the Burning Legion's conquest of the world. It is bound to fail. Instead of wasting energy on the Horde, it is better to contact the Burning Legion as soon as possible and act as a guide.
Now that we have 10,000 new recruits, we can just take out a few hundred orc souls as sacrifices and summon a big demon to guide the work. Isn't that enough?
Thinking of this, Grog Evil Eye hurriedly invited several other high-level orc warlocks.
Half an hour later, a group of orc warlocks gathered in a dark underground cave.
The eerie green fire illuminated the small cave. Five orc warlocks stood in a circle. The people present were the last five high-level warlocks of the Shadow Council.
In fact, there are two more who were promoted temporarily when Gul'dan left.
Uru Mad Demon (High Warlock): "Isn't Nekros here?"
Grog Evil Eye (High Warlock): "I didn't invite him. He is not one of us."
Boldok Deathskull (High Warlock): "You are right. Nekros is obsessed with the power of dragons and is not willing to serve our great demon master devoutly."
Grog Evil Eye (High Warlock): "Everyone, stop wasting time. The tribe has fallen into a disadvantage. If it continues like this, it will fail sooner or later. It's time to fight for our power and status.
Do you remember how prominent our identities were in the past? The entire tribe was in our hands, the Shadow Council controlled everything, and even the Black Hand had to follow our rules.
But since Orgrim came to power and Gul'dan left, our status has been declining, and I don't want to be buried with the Horde."
Cypros (High Warlock): "You are right. The victory or defeat of the tribe is of no importance to us. Only our strength and status are the most important. What are your plans, Grog?"
Grog Evil Eye (High Warlock): "We need to summon a special demon, not for fighting, but to get in touch with the Burning Legion. Everyone, recently when I was studying summoning spells, I felt an unusual demon. It is active in this world and may be able to help us."
"But I can't complete the ritual by myself. I need your help."
"Then what are you waiting for?"
Several high-level warlocks took out the soul stones that they had painstakingly accumulated during this period from their bags. Ever since Gul'dan fled, the warlocks could no longer absorb souls from the wounded and the living as unscrupulously as before. It was only thanks to the battles in the past two days that they were able to accumulate a batch of soul stones.
"That's enough, let's begin the ritual then, I have the spell ready."
Five orc warlocks formed a circle and began the summoning ceremony.
"An evil being from the twisting void."
"A cunning mind, a cruel demon, an evil demon that plays with the souls of mortals."
"I summon you in the name of the orcs. I sacrifice my soul fragments to you. I am waiting for you with my devout heart."
"In the name of the pact we warlocks made with the Burning Legion."
"Come, great dreadlord!"
Green fel fire roamed on the ground, drawing demonic runes, one after another, and finally, the magic circle was completed.
A ball of black smoke gathered in the magic circle and swirled. The black smoke turned into a pair of huge wings, which slowly expanded, revealing the demon body beneath the wings.
Success! Grog Evil Eye was excited.
In fact, he was not completely sure, as he had never summoned a Dreadlord before. He relied entirely on his understanding of the Dreadlord and his research on the rules of summoning demons to DLY the summoning spell. Unexpectedly, it was successful.
The demon before them surprised several orc warlocks. They had never seen this kind of demon before. It had huge bat-like wings and a sinister and cunning face. The powerful evil energy on its body made people feel subconsciously afraid.
The demon in front of him looked at the five orc warlocks curiously.
The name on its head made Grog Evil Eye excited.
Mal'Ganis (Dreadlord), world-class BOSS level 3, level 90, health points: 145,000.
Mal'Ganis (Dreadlord): "Look who summoned me here, a bunch of stupid orc warlocks. It's really interesting that you know the existence of us Dreadlords. Who told you this? Gul'dan? Hehe troops, your master has..."
Grog Evil Eye (High Warlock): "Ah, great demon, our master Gul'dan has disappeared. He..."
Mal'Ganis (Dreadlord): "Gul'dan has been captured by our great master. This foolish traitor sought power that was not his, and his soul was torn away."
As the Dreadlord spoke, he looked at several orc warlocks with a warning. Summoning the Dreadlord was, strictly speaking, also touching upon a power that did not belong to them.
"Ah, great demon, we summoned you entirely for the great cause of the Legion. Foolish Orgrim has gone mad. He cannot defeat the Alliance. Without the power of demon blood, the defeat of the tribe is only a matter of time. We do not want to betray the trust of the Legion, so we specially summoned you here to guide us and tell us what to do."
"Humph, the Legion has never taken useless orcs like you seriously. Even if you fail, it will not have any impact on the Legion's plan."
In fact, the Dreadlord doesn't really care about the orcs.
There are also factions within the Burning Legion. The two most powerful factions are Archimonde the Defiler, whose main subordinates are the Pit Lords. It was they who led the invasion of the orcs, and the demon blood that the orcs drank was provided by the Pit Lords.
The other faction is Kil'jaeden the Deceiver, whose main subordinates are the dreadlords. They are not so concerned about the orcs, and their main plan in history is to create the Scourge.
But in the final analysis, we are all serving the legion, and if someone really asks for help, it would be bad to not help.
"Hehe, I shouldn't have helped you losers, but we Dreadlords are a kind race by nature. I happen to be free recently, so let me help you."
As he spoke, a light flashed on his body and he turned into a green-skinned orc.
The name above his head also changed to - Ganis Mar (Orc Warlock).
Grog Evil Eye reminded: "Orgrim is very wary of demons. He will never let the tribe fall into the hands of demons."
Ganis Marr (Orc Warlock): "Oh, really? Hum, that's because he still has hope. Soon he will fall into despair. At that time, the Burning Legion will be his only choice. At that time, you will also become the most powerful person in the Horde.
After hearing this, several orc warlocks laughed triumphantly.
