"drink!"

Orgrim's combat power is indeed strong. With his innate strong physique, he can even smash the heavy Noda Hill wall away with one blow.

However, the great chief was soon approached by the hunter who had long been targeting him. The sudden death threat from behind made Orgrim instinctively tilt his head back.

"Swish!"

The sharp claws rubbed against Orgrim's chest, and five deep claw marks were left on the black and gold plate armor.

"The reaction is quite fast."

A black panther who was speaking with a whip-like tail whipped Orgrim's legs. The chief, who was enduring the pain, hurriedly took a few steps back and stabilized the center of gravity, and looked at the flexible black panther with a heavy face.

"Talking animals?"

"Ha~" Black Panther grinned, and red blood was still dripping from his sharp canine teeth. "You are the leader of the tribe, right?"

Orgrim took a deep breath, and his legs, which were whipped hot, were recovering quickly. He planned to delay the time temporarily.

"Yes, I'm the Horde Chief Orgrim Hammer of Destruction. Who are you?"

Lenira has extensive combat experience and he is not confused by Orgrim's strategy.

"I am Lenira, the leader of the fighting druids, the leader of the orcs, your life is my!

While saying this, the black panther gradually disappeared from the spot.

Orgrim frowned, 'Sneak?'

Although he had never fought with the so-called druid, Orgrim had some understanding of the thieves. He vigilantly abandoned the chaotic sounds on the battlefield and focused all his attention within five meters beside him.

The sudden sound of wind from behind made Orgrim turn around as quickly as possible, and the hammer of destruction in his hand was slamming out with great force, but when his attack hit the enemy, the shadow of the Black Panther suddenly began to dissipate.

‘After shadow? Not good!’

Knowing that he was deceived, Orgrim subconsciously retracted the Hammer of Destruction in front of him.

"Click!"

The sharp sound of the sharp weapon passing through the metal came from the Hammer of Destruction. Although he was hasty defense and was retreated for a distance by the opponent's attack, Orgrim finally successfully defended Lenira's attack.

"Oh? Young man, you have good strength and your intuition is also very sharp."

Lenira walked out of the shadow again, and a smiley expression appeared on the Leopard's face reminded, "But, your army is not so lucky."

Orgrim's face changed. When he was alert to the opponent's sneak attack, he observed the situation on the battlefield from the corner of his eyes.

The colorful magic effects hit the tribe's positions one after another, and a large number of orc warlocks who should have blocked the enemy's magic attack had long disappeared.

‘Gul'dan is gone? And Zulkin, the two villains who change their minds!’

Orgrim is not the kind of war-crazy maniac who would rather defeat the army than win the glory of victory by himself. His style of conduct is more pragmatic.

Seeing that the tribe was defeated in the absence of spellcasters, Orgrim cursed the two traitors who had escaped in his heart, while retreating to his chief's guard and avoiding Lenira's continued pursuit.

"Retreat! Give up attacking Quel'thalas and continue to turn around to attack Lordaeron!"

Orgrim gritted his teeth, feeling resentment towards Zulkin.

‘You are unkind and I am unrighteous. Leave Quelthalas to you to eat slowly!’

Although the tribe was at a disadvantage in a very short battle period, Orgrim's retreat order was very timely, and the retreating troops still maintained a relatively rigorous front.

"Leniela, stop chasing."

Sandys called back the druid friend who was still unwilling to give up.

"Tsk~ they run fast."

Lenira walked back to Santis unhappily, and the elegant black panther rubbed Santis's hairy neck exposed the absolute realm between the leg armor and the skirt armor.

Santis rolled his eyes in anger and said, "Don't mess around, go and rectify your troops. I don't know what the situation is in Andrea."

...

When the tribe suffered a big defeat due to internal inconsistency, Zulkin also paid the price for his speculative behavior.

The evil branch trolls were originally hoping to use the military strength of the tribe to recreate the glory of the Amani Empire and expand the clan's sphere of influence.

But Zulkin's behavior of running away when he saw that the situation was not good disappointed made them disappoint. This escape at the last battle will inevitably lead to irreparable cracks between the tribe and the forest trolls' cooperation.

Fire Tree and Rising Thorn, the two forest troll clans that first joined the tribe, still followed Orgrim.

The clans of evil teeth, dead trees, rotten moss and evil branches are very disdainful of Zulkin, who lacks a view of the overall situation and is obsessed with obsession.

If the Forest Troll can work together with the orcs, even if this battle cannot defeat the night elves, it can at least protect and deepen the alliance between the two tribes, laying a solid foundation for further cooperation in the future.

But Zurkin's behavior almost completely cut off this possibility. The chiefs of the clans such as Xiezhi ignored Zurkin's retention and left Amani behind to return to their own territory.

"Haha~ Chief Zulkin, you are quite good at making trouble and giving speeches, but your bad view of the overall situation and your character of forgetting your righteousness... IMHO, you may not be suitable to be the leader of Amani."

"who?!"

The ridicule from somewhere made Zulkin, who was angry, even more angry. He turned around and searched, but he never found where the other party was.

"Here, we are in your beloved capital."

This time, Zulkin finally captured the source of the other party's voice, but when he turned his head angrily, the scene in front of him made him feel what it means to feel cold.

Zu Aman, who had already been abandoned, became even more broken at this time. Without the illusion-blocking spells deliberately arranged by the enemy, the rolling smoke in the city made the troll soldiers following Zulkin anxious.

Zulkin is not stupid. Based on the scene in front of him, he quickly guessed the development of the situation.

The high elves stationed in Takulin had long guessed that the tribe would travel through the forest and head north. After taking away the main force of Zuerkin, he unexpectedly defeated the bluffing troops left by Orgrim, and went south all the way to attack Zuerman, who was defending the empty defense.

Just as the forest trolls have always hated the high elves, the high elves have been waiting for the opportunity to completely remove the fish bones stuck in their throats.

Although most of the territory of the Amani Forest is occupied by high elves, the existence of Zu Aman has restrained too much energy from the high elves.

One of the reasons why Quel's Thalas cannot get out of the forest is certainly because of population restrictions, but it is also possible that Amani has been dragging his feet in the forest.

Prince Kelthas, whom Zurkin had seen, stood tall on the walls of Amani, looking down at him, and there were two night elves, a man and a woman, standing beside him.

The Amani flag at the top of the city has long been cut down, replaced by the Phoenix flag of Quelthalas.

"Surrender, Zulkin!"

Kelthas waved his hand and said, a guard behind him threw two corpses from the city with one hand, and one of them had moved the head away from his neck.

“Ekirson, Maracas…”

Zulkin closed his eyes in pain, and the two corpses destroyed the last faint hope in his heart.

The dream of reviving the Amani Empire was completely shattered.
Chapter completed!