Volume 7: Battle for Azeroth Chapter 373: Death of Orgrim

Boom boom boom!

The dull sound of explosion came from the window of the palace, and the thick walls of Stormwind Fortress still could not block the violent explosion.

From morning to night, the sound got closer and closer.

In the King's Hall, Orgrim glanced at the setting sun coming in through the window, his face full of thought.

It seems that the alliance has no intention of stopping the siege. They are really eager to retake the city.

Orgrim snorted coldly and picked up the sword beside him.

This is the sword left by King Llane - the Lionheart Sword. Without Doomhammer, he can only make do with this.

The afterglow of the setting sun slowly rose higher and finally shone on his face. The warmth brought back some of his old memories, causing Orgrim to fall into recollections.

It was when he was in Draenor that he first met Durotan and hunted beasts together at a hunting meeting in Nagrand. Their luck was terrible that day and they didn't find any decent prey until evening. The sunset that day was also so warm.

He still remembered the warmth of the setting sun on his face, he still remembered the familiar face , and the once forgotten conversations now emerged one by one.

"Look, Durotan! I have never seen such a majestic beast!"

"Don't rush Orgrim, let's attack together."

"Haha, great. If we capture this monster, we will definitely win the hunting competition today."

Durotan held his battle axe tightly, his white wolf following closely behind him, while Orgrim approached the terrifying beast from the other side. He glanced at Durotan and his white wolf from time to time. Orgrim had always envied such a mount. After joining the Blackrock Legion, he chose to become a wolf rider, and thus had a pure black wolf.

However, compared to Durotan's White Wolf, Orgrim always felt that his Black Wind was lacking something.

The sound of slow footsteps interrupted Orgrim's thoughts.

His eyes flashed, he stood up suddenly and turned to look into the darkness behind him.

A black figure gradually emerged in the darkness. Only when he saw the figure's appearance did Orgrim breathe a sigh of relief.

Orgrim (Great Chief): "Black Dragon, you haven't left yet. I thought..."

Morpheus (Black Dragon King): "What else do you think?"

"I thought it was that human assassin again. Since that day, that haunting fellow has tried to assassinate me several times."

Morpheus nodded, was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "You don't have to do this. As long as you are willing, I can take you away."

Orgrim shook his head. "No, I must stay. If we want our plan to go smoothly, this war must end. The war between the Alliance and the Horde must come to an end, and this end must be accomplished by me, the Great Chieftain of the Horde.

Otherwise, how can the war be considered over?

Besides, abandoning my warriors and running away alone is not my style."

Morpheus couldn't help but sigh, "Well, if you insist, do you have any last wishes? If possible, I will do my best to help you fulfill them."

Orgrim thought for a moment and said, "Show me the artifact."

Morpheus hesitated for a moment, but still handed the Dragon Soul to Orgrim.

Orgrim took the Dragon Soul and examined it carefully. He was a little surprised when he saw the stone in his hand. "So this is the so-called Dragon Soul? Haha, it's just that. Nekros always hangs that sparkling magic gem on his staff and shows it off in the market. It turns out that the real artifact is so ordinary."

Judging from the appearance alone, the Dragon Soul is indeed very ordinary, a stone disc-like object, simple and crude, but if you look closely, you can see a strange light flowing inside it.

As Orgrim looked at it, he suddenly showed a sneer on his face, as if his conspiracy had succeeded. "And now this artifact is mine. Thank you for handing it to me personally. I originally thought it would take some effort to obtain it."

What! Morpheus's eyes turned cold, and the next second, Orgrim burst into laughter, "Hahahaha, just a joke, I'll give it back to you."

Having said that, he threw the Dragon Soul over again without any reluctance.

Morpheus took it carefully with both hands, inspecting it carefully before putting it away again.

"That's not funny." Morpheus said angrily.

“It depends on which angle you look at it from.”

Boom! A thunderous sound came through the city gate, mixed with the roar of orcs.

Orgrim looked at the sunset outside the window again, the time had come.

"I should leave now. Goodbye, Black Dragon King."

"Orgrim, I..." Morpheus hesitated.

"Don't be so fussy. If you feel you owe me something, just work hard to complete the plan and don't let my sacrifice down." Orgrim said calmly, patted Morpheus' shoulder, and strode out.

Morpheus looked at Orgrim's back, shook his head regretfully, turned around and retreated into the darkness.

When Orgrim walked into the hall of Stormwind Keep, it was already crowded with defeated orc warriors, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

This smell made Orgrim feel extremely familiar. In a trance, he seemed to have returned to that autumn evening. When he and Durotan walked into the hunting meeting side by side carrying the monster's head, the air was filled with such a bloody smell.

Hunters from various clans, with their prey, were waiting to decide the final champion. However, when he and Durotan walked in, they immediately became the focus of attention.

"Oh my god, what a monster that is!"

"A magnaron, a descendant of Gorgrond." A young hunter from the Thunder King clan said in amazement.

"The champions of this hunting competition are Orgrim of the Blackrock Clan and Durotan of the Frostwolf Clan!"

"Well done, Orgrim. You are worthy of being my son. Take it. This hammer of destruction is inherited from your ancestors. Our family's name comes from it. Now it is yours. I hope you will not disgrace this magic weapon."

Doomhammer! Doomhammer! Orgrim looked at the divine weapon in his hand. The hammer head was made of cooled lava, containing powerful elemental power. The handle was forged with black iron and Eternium, and covered with a layer of cleft-hoofed beast fur. It felt unusually heavy and comfortable to hold.

His ancestors had named their family after the weapon, and now it was his.

Orgrim held the Hammer of Destruction and felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

Bang! The dull sound of impact awakened Orgrim from his memories. He looked up and saw that the soldiers of the Alliance began to bang on the gate of Storm Fortress.

There was no Doomhammer in his hand, only the cold hilt of the Lionheart Sword.

He looked at the orcs around him. They were not the elite hunters in the hunting meeting, but a group of defeated orcs covered in blood.

When they saw Orgrim come in, the orcs immediately cast strange looks at him.

There are expectations, hatred, ridicule, and resentment.

It was Orgrim who had brought them into this desperate situation, and it was Orgrim who had left them behind to defend this doomed city.

All the promises were broken, and the others had already left, leaving them here to die.

This is probably what is called an abandoned pawn.

If Orgrim himself had not stayed, these desperate orcs would have gone crazy long ago.

Orgrim looked at the remaining orc warriors. He could see their despair and fear. For a moment, he felt a little guilty that he had brought them to this situation.

But this trace of guilt was fleeting. Kill or be killed, this was the fate of the orcs. In the future that he witnessed with his own eyes, the tribe was sinking in endless killing.

What difference does it make if you die early or late?

At least dying like this now can leave a glimmer of hope for the future of the tribe.

Orgrim suddenly drew his sword and shouted loudly from the high platform of the hall.

“I understand that we have suffered defeat and setbacks, that our numbers are dwindling dramatically, and that the Alliance’s onslaught has taken a heavy toll on us.

But we are still orcs, still the Horde, and our steps will still make the world tremble."

The orcs responded, but it was a little sparse and weak.

"Stormwind Fortress is our last stronghold. We return here so that we can strike once more, engulf them once more, and make them tremble in our name once more.

We will not sit here and wait for those humans to attack, we will not stay here and wait for death.

No, we are orcs, we are the Horde, we must take the initiative to attack, crush them, and make the enemy regret coming here."

Orgrim's firm voice gave rise to hope in the hearts of the orcs, and courage rekindled in the eyes of the orc warriors.

Making a howling sound.

Momentum was building, and the thousands of remaining soldiers in the hall seemed to have become invincible elite forces in an instant.

Orgrim nodded with satisfaction, his eyes sweeping across the murderous faces. Suddenly he was startled, because it was a face that looked vaguely familiar to him.

"Omar? It's you. I didn't expect you were still alive."

Omar of the Thunder King clan, a young hunter at the hunting conference.

But Omar no longer had the youthful and sharp face he had back then. All he had were fatigue, hatred, furious red eyes, and a face that looked a little distorted from drinking the devil's blood.

It was not until he heard Orgrim's voice that a hint of happiness appeared on his face.

"Ha, Great Chief, you still remember me. It's my honor to fight alongside you."

Orgrim was silent for a moment, then burst into laughter. "It is my honor to fight alongside you."

He turned around abruptly, no longer looking at those familiar or unfamiliar faces.

"Now, open the gate! Let us fight our way out! We may die here today, but we will die gloriously as orcs, Lokta Oga - for the Horde!"

"For the tribe!" The orcs roared one after another, and their fighting spirit surged to the sky in an instant.

Boom! The gate burst open, and the orcs rushed out like a tide.

It has been too long since Orgrim has been at the forefront of the team. It has been too long since he has personally fought on the front line of the battle. Since becoming the warchief, he has never had such an opportunity again.

He always gave orders for the orc warriors to die, including his sworn brother Durotan, who was sent to his death by him personally. Now it is finally his turn.

Well, let today's battle be the end of Orgrim Doomhammer.

Cleave! A human knight screamed as he was split in half.

Heavy attack extension-spinning and killing!

This was the tactic he used to deal with wolves in the wild back then, and it was just as useful now when facing countless Alliance soldiers.

The rotating sharp blades ripped open the flesh and blood bodies, and the blood instantly covered the eyes.

Swinging the sword and slashing, each blow was full of power. Orgrim seemed to have returned to his youth, the excitement of hunting beasts in the wilderness, as if he had returned to that night of hunting.

"Orgrim, be careful of the beast's claws!" A vague voice came from behind.

Orgrim instinctively raised his sword and stabbed the human warrior in front of him through the heart. The opponent's blade was only a few centimeters away from him.

"Don't be distracted, Orgrim. We haven't decided the winner yet."

The voice came from the crowd, and Orgrim was excited. Durotan, he is not dead!

However, the excitement was instantly awakened by a shrill scream, which was the scream of a dying orc warrior. In the midst of his busy schedule, he recognized the owner of the voice - Omar had died in the battle.

Orgrim had no time to look back, as enemies surrounded him on all sides and he swung his sword almost instinctively.

Spinning slash!

The blade cut through flesh and pierced armor.

Another scream was heard, and Barreco Boneface died in the battle.

Counterattack Storm!

Seven consecutive sword strikes, each of which hit a vital point of the enemy.

But as soon as he knocked down the surrounding circle of enemies, the empty space was instantly filled again.

The Alliance's warriors seemed endless.

Another scream was heard, and Lisette was also killed in the battle.

For some reason, at this last moment, the screams of the orcs became extremely clear and audible, and the names of those orcs that he had never cared about were all remembered by him.

Death whirlwind!

Another perfect fighting skill was released, the sword blade rotated and reaped the surrounding enemies. When the sword returned to his hand again, Orgrim was surprised to find that all the orc warriors were lying dead on the ground like prey in a hunting competition.

Orgrim was breathing heavily, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare. At this moment, he was the only one around.

An elderly human lord appeared before him. From the lion shield emblem on his head, it was not difficult to tell that he must be from the Storm Kingdom.

"Your opponent is my orc!" Lothar roared and swung his sword. Clang! The two swords collided, and the two retreated at the same time. They all saw the fighting intent in each other's eyes, as if it was a destined battle.

Orgrim recognized this man. In the scene shown to him by the Black Dragon King, the final battle was between him and the old warrior in front of him. He finally succeeded in killing the opponent, but the tribe still could not escape the fate of defeat.

Lothar, yes, it’s Lothar!

"Let me deal with him, Lord Lothar!" A figure shrouded in holy light suddenly stood in front of Lothar.

Orgrim frowned. This person was not in that scene.

Godwin looked at Orgrim and thought that he had finally made it. He had never shown his face or been in the limelight in the war between the Alliance and the Horde until now. He thought that this siege would last at least ten days or half a month, but he didn't expect it to be over in one day. He had to do something today.

Godwin (King of Lordaeron): "Orgrim, come, let's fight a duel between kings."

A showdown between kings?

Orgrim snorted coldly. The orcs did not have the title of king, only the great chieftain - the war chieftain! The status of a warrior should come from his own strength and the glory gained in battle, not the inheritance of blood.

Orgrim did not consider himself a king, but he did not mind killing a king with his own hands.

Orgrim (Chief): "I accept your challenge, come, King of Men, and let us end this war!"

Godwin was immediately delighted. Haha, Orgrim finally got the message. Today he could finally show his face. Killing the great chief Orgrim was an achievement worthy of his status as a king. With this great victory, the Empire of Lordaeron would rise today.

However, before the two could take action, they heard someone in the crowd suddenly shouting.

"There's no need to talk about fairness and justice when dealing with this evil monster. Let's fight together!"

The next second, the crowd surrounding him rushed towards Orgrim like a tide.

Godwin was furious.

Godwin (King of Lordaeron): "You beasts, you are all beasts. I am the king, get out of my way! I want to fight Orgrim in a duel! Do you understand this? A duel between kings!"

However, no one was willing to listen. When it came to equipment and plot points, the King of Lordaeron was nothing.

This is the Great Chieftain of the Horde, Orgrim Doomhammer. As long as he can hit him with a spear or a sword, he can get an assist and at least get points for defeating the plot.

If you can take down the opponent's head, you will have reputation, plot points, plot equipment, legendary expertise, and everything.

Not only the hero lords went crazy, but even the soldiers and knights rushed up like crazy, increasing their ranks and upgrading their templates, today.

Orgrim laughed out loud. This was war, and this was the end that the warchief deserved.

"You want my head? Come on, you scum of the alliance!"

Death Wish - Ultimate Violence!

At that moment, the blood in Orgrim's body burned like flames, and his whole body was shrouded in an ominous blood-red light.

Overlord's Sky-Splitting Slash!

His body followed the sword, and the sword light drew a straight line through the crowd. Wherever it passed, all the flesh and metal turned into broken metal and limb fragments.

"Control, use control skills!"

"Where's the wizard? Cast the curse!"

"Priest, pastor, hurry up!"

All kinds of curses and evil spells were cast upon Orgrim.

However, Orgrim, who had activated the double burst of Death Wish and Rage, had completely fallen into a dominant state. Aging Spell—Immune! Slow Spell—Immune! Corrosion Spell—Ignore it.

The pain brought by the magic did not stop Orgrim at all. Instead, he swung his sword even more frantically.

Counterattack Storm!

Thunderous slash!

Cleave - cleave continuously!

One after another, no one could withstand such an attack, and those players who thought of relying on their numbers to get assists were killed and their bodies were scattered all over the ground.

"Let me meet him!" followed by a roar.

Clang—the sword blade was blocked by a war hammer, a dwarf.

Even though Orgrim fell into a rage, his mind was still extremely calm. It was impossible to kill this kind of iron can quickly. Without hesitation, he grabbed the horn on the opponent's helmet with his left hand.

Grab and throw technique - Earth throw!

The dwarf flew out like a cannonball, knocking down a bunch of humans.

Several shooters appeared behind the fallen crowd. Because there were too many people, they had no chance to attack. Now they finally seized the opportunity.

Deadly Shot!

Aim and shoot!

Quick Shooting!

Wind Arrow!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, seven or eight arrows hit Orgrim at the same time. Orgrim staggered back, and before he could recover, a black shadow appeared behind him like a ghost.

Grandmaster backstabs!

Puff! The sharp blade pierced through his chest.

Orgrim's eyes were dazed for a moment. The blood-red sunset in the sky suddenly turned into black and white. He saw a huge vortex covering the sky. The souls of countless dead soldiers rose up and flew towards the vortex, humans, orcs, all indistinguishable.

For the first time in his life, he felt the breath of death, so close at hand.

"No!" he roared, and the black and white instantly turned into blood red. The vortex disappeared, and the soul disappeared. All that was left in front of him were the angry soldiers and the oncoming blades.

A fearful roar—ha! The furious roar shocked the people around him, including the assassin behind him.

Orgrim turned around abruptly, and Jian Wuhen gave an awkward smile.

Die, bastards!

With a swing of the sword, the blade cut off Jian Wuhen's head.

Scapegoat!

The moment the head rolled to the ground, the corpse turned into that of a human knight, and Jian Wuhen's figure appeared at the knight's original position.

Damn it!

Before Orgrim could chase after him, four or five ranged skills hit him at the same time.

Pyroblast!

Lightning orb!

Storm Hammer!

Storm Split Sky Slash!

Especially the last storm sword energy, which almost shattered the black plate armor on his body.

Even in his domineering state, Orgrim was knocked back several steps.

After a stagger, the scene in front of Orgrim turned black and white again!

"No! It's not over yet." He stomped his foot to the ground.

War Tramples! As the shockwave knocks back another wave of enemies, the scarlet color returns again!

Blood harvest!

Orgrim mercilessly killed the enemies lying on the ground, and in an instant five or six enemies were killed on the spot.

No one dared to step forward easily , but instead shot more magic and arrows at him from a distance.

Orgrim's health continued to drain away under the bombardment of magic. He was breathing heavily, and that sound brought him back to his memories.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

"Look Orgrim, the beast is dying." He heard Durotan's voice ringing in his ears, close at hand.

His vision blurred for a moment and Orgrim tried hard to adjust his sight. He suddenly opened his eyes wide in surprise. Oh my God, what did he see?

He saw the lush green grass of Nagrand, the blue sky and majestic mountains of Draenor, he saw the nimble orc hunters, he saw the figure of Durotan leaping towards him with the axe raised high in his hand, and then he reacted - he was the beast!

Phew!

Durotan's axe blade pierced deep into his chest.

The next second, the grasslands of Nagrand, the blue sky, the majestic mountains - all disappeared.

Durotan turned into a human warrior holding a battle axe. The other side looked at him in disbelief, as if they were even more surprised than he was.

Orgrim glanced over the man's head.

The Nameless King (Warrior).

Huh... I didn’t expect... that I would die... at the hands... of an adventurer.

Orgrim fell to the ground with a loud bang, and the huge vortex appeared before his eyes again.

Everything around him turned black and white. He felt his body becoming lighter and slowly flying towards the sky.

Is it all over?

An idea popped into his mind.

"It's all over." He heard Durotan's voice say gently.