In fact, there is no problem with hitting the cart itself. However, if the hitting the cart is not successful, it will be seen through. The smarter guy’s first reaction is to understand that although it is shameful to escape, it is actually very useful.

Ordinary soldiers fighting on the front line may not be smart, but the commander must be smart.

Fortunately, although the orcs are a single-cell and stubborn group that produces "never slaves", the head of the orc army on the north bank of the Mubohaier River is still wise. On this day, when the exhausted "Blood-Eyed Lion King" retreated back to the north bank with the last group of soldiers, he had to drag his tired body to attend the military meeting. The issue was the one he disliked most; or how to escape effectively; but it was still the only thing he was to escape.

In the tent, the second seat among the Earth Spirit Shaman priests, the second seat, was sitting on his blanket with a golden sword, gnawing on a roasted Rosa beast's legs with almost rough movements, swallowing half-cooked meat. He was dusty, with wounds, burning, frostbite and even knife wounds, which were really all. Of course, a warrior who broke his sword immediately after the last moment, such scars were actually a medal that was much more precious than precious metals and gems. However, the shaman's blood-red one-eyed eyes were completely concentrating on the barbecue legs in front of him. As for the conversations of the others in the tent, it seemed that they had nothing to do with him.

"This is the fifth day. Not only has any supply team arrived, but there is no news about the scouts we sent here. This feeling is really bad. It's like being exhausted when facing the beast in front of you, but I feel that you are staring at other dangerous eyes behind you. What's even more terrifying is that you can't even feel what the guy who is staring at you behind you! I feel like I've become a helpless prey now." An old orc sighed heavily, with a subtle sense of depression, which is quite a sadness like a hero. But it seems a bit unnatural, as if he had made it out.

He was the oldest orc present, with dark spots on his waxy skin and gray hair on his jaw. This is probably the oldest clan Khan in Orgrimmar. His name is Kruza Thunder Claw, a powerful Thunder Claw clan Khan. His clan has always been "rich" of powerful formation warriors in history. They are probably the type of people who must kill you with their eyes if they are cut off their hands and feet or even their tongues.

However, this Khan himself is known for his shrewdness and is called "Black Weasel" by the older generation of orcs because he has grown a lot of black hair that is not very common among orcs. Of course, by now, the black hair has turned white, and the orcs qualified to call this nickname have all left the world one by one. Unconsciously, the "Black Weasel" has become a "white fox". Although he thinks carefully about the meaning, it is actually the same, but at least it sounds much better.

In short, this old Khan, who was regarded as a "difficult cunning old fried dough stick" by the clan leaders of many orcs, glanced around with his vicissitudes and sorrow, and said slowly: "Everyone, our situation is very dangerous! For the lives of the children and the survival of the clan, we should make a decision!"

This old skunk who is not slim! Since you say you need to make a decision, then say it clearly! You want to escape! Give up the defense line of Mubohaier River, that's it? As a result, you just don't say it, you clearly have to wait for others to say it? The orcs present cursed in this way, thinking that you are the oldest and oldest among the people present, but you still have no responsibilities at all. No wonder you are either a skunk or a fox for your whole life. Well, in a human society, a leader of a force is called a "fox", and he also has a little praise for his IQ, but in an orc society that focuses on force and courage, this is pure derogatory.

"Of course there is a big problem in our rear!" A orc who is much younger than Kruza said. He looked stronger than the one-eyed shaman who was gnawing meat. He was Khan of the Thunder Tooth Clan and the famous "skull-breaker" Gulok. He was very young, but he was already one of the most famous young generals in the Great Wilderness World. Although he looked like "Son of the Wind" Thor, he was a good friend and most capable supporter of Asog. After "Heart of Dragon" Asog acquired the gold tent, he also assumed greater responsibility. He was personally appointed as the commander of the southern border, responsible for the defense of the Mubohaier River.

He glanced at the old Khan and thought that the reason why Asog gave him such an important position instead of this notorious old Khan was of course not just because of his personal friendship, but probably because he knew that this old guy was cautious all his life, but actually he was an old fox who was not sloppy and avoided harm. He was essentially not very much to bear.

"Sel is a cautious and steady guy. Even if he fails, he will not be able to report any news. Obviously, we have completely lost control of the Vize Valley and even the Belka Valley. Even Sel himself may be in danger... Although this sounds incredible, we must be mentally prepared like this." Gulok Khan glanced at everyone and said in a solemn tone. Everyone present was the top leaders of this orc army, so it is necessary to prepare for the worst with everyone.

"So, I said it! Today's battle is actually meaningless. Since it is such a crisis, shouldn't we maintain the maximum combat power?" A young orc murmured in a low voice, muttering like a grudge who had just been scattered with watermelon in his own field.

Speaking of this, he seemed to realize that this seemed to offend a big man present directly. He looked at Shalegg, who was gnawing at the flesh without saying a word, and involuntarily shivered.

"Why is it meaningless? At least we are sure that we really cannot defeat the enemy head-on. Such facts are enough for us to convince the angry and passionate men under our command. Now, even the most extreme guys should understand that we should save enough vitality for Orgrimmar." Gulok looked at the other party and sneered: "Isn't that the case? Gonon Khan?"

The young orc man, Gonon Khan of the Fire Rock clan, was speechless for a moment. However, facing the commander of the Southern Realm who was only half his age, he was still unwilling to act too disadvantageously and couldn't help saying: "Retreat? It's really easy to say, but where can we retreat? Didn't you just say it? The Vize Valley and the Belka Valley may have been captured by the enemy. Our retreat has been cut off!"

"You can choose to walk the ancient mountain road in Daheishan. Although the mountain road is dangerous, fortunately, we have an old guide who is very familiar with the mountain road there." Speaking of this, Gulok looked at the only troll in the tent.

This plain troll with pointed face and fangs is obviously a little older, with a dark brown skin. The broom head that should have been a fiery red is now as light as yellow, and its body looks a little sloppy, but its eyes are still calm and calm. This is Aojin Shamu, the most famous witch doctor in the Orgrimmar clan alliance. His disciples and grandchildren basically monopolized the medical responsibility of this southern army, and he also has an elite troll headhunter in his hands. However, in his early years, this famous witch doctor master was famous for his adventurers. His biggest dream was to open up the complete remains and secret treasures of the ancient Gersa people, so that they could be used by the current clan alliance.

"It is impossible to withdraw all of us here by relying on the mountain road." This old witch doctor whose status and prestige are comparable to that of any clan Khan and Great Shaman, pondered for a moment and said, "However, in the mountains, there are huge underground palace ruins built in the Gelsala Empire era, and the extremely spacious underground passage, which is indeed enough for an army to hide and pass through. I once walked once, and at the end of the underground passage, the Shuangjingyuan in the northwest of the Great Heishan Mountain. Where is the territory of the Shuangjing clan, we can get some support. If we continue to go north, we can reach the Golden Tent."

"This is probably our only path, right?" Old Khan Kruza sighed.

"...But, but we are not sure that the Belka Hill must have been lost, right? Serkhan is a famous general in the contemporary era. The Storm clan is so brave and good at fighting, and may be fighting fiercely with the enemy. We can also enter the Weize Wetland from the North Valley to support Serkhan. We..."

"It is more likely that he was entangled by the main enemy forces crossing the Mubohair River and was destroyed in Belka." Gulok directly interrupted the other party: "If you don't have such a burden, Gonon, then I will be the evil man!"

"I don't mean that!"

"That would be even better, I have fully expressed my meaning."

"You guy..." Gonon couldn't help but stand up. He was not an orc Khan with a strong sense of self-esteem and would rather break than bend, but he just couldn't stand the young Gulok, sitting on his head and sarcastic and sarcastic orders. This is probably because the two clans of Fire Rock and Thunderhead have too many grudges in history.

Gulok did not get up, but a cruel and ferocious smile appeared on his face, looking at the other party sarcastically. He was sure that this guy was not a strong man at all. If he really wanted to get up, he would kill him on the spot without getting up, and no one would express his objection on the spot, both public and private.

However, just at that moment, I heard all over the body of "Huh!", and the fire in the tent seemed to have been suddenly poured on a lot of fuel, and suddenly became much bigger. The flames kept jumping, and the roasted people felt the faces of the people present felt a scorching pain, and even their hair and beard were ignited on the spot.

Everyone looked closely, but found that Shalegg threw the flesh leg of Rosa that he had eaten into the fire. So a possible private fight between Khans was destroyed invisibly.

This shaman who looked more like a warrior than the caster, looked at Gulok with his only blood-red one-eyed gaze, and his voice was a little muffled.

"The opposite side is not a fool. When we retreat, they will cross the river. What should we do?"

"So you need to cut off the back. This is common sense." Gulok said.

"The troops that were cut off will inevitably be wiped out. We must choose the deathful people who are determined to die, and we must also have the right people to command."

"...Yes." At this time, Gulok really couldn't say "All orcs are death-death men."

"Blood-Eyed Lion King" nodded silently: "Then, let me do it."

His tone was extremely dull, as if he was discussing the taste of today's midnight snack.

"Master..." Gulok sighed, trying to say something, but was interrupted by the other party.

"I don't like the current Orgrimmar, nor the new Khan. Of course, he doesn't like me either. Similarly, when our true god returns to the present, I can see the crack between the sect and the golden tent. However, I don't want to care, and I really can't control it." The shaman smiled and said, "I have always regarded myself as a warrior, and I just want to end my current life in the form of a warrior. If my colleagues who can complete the mission of quitting the rear will bring anything to the future of Orgrimmar, it will be a perfect life."

Speaking of this, he withdrew his smile and said in a solemn tone: "As long as I'm still alive for one day, I can't imagine a Nord man crossing the Mubohair River!"

The orc leaders looked at each other speechlessly for a moment. However, the tragic sense of mission, which was like a martyr, arose at this moment, and stagnated in the air of the tent, forming a picture full of epic and vicissitudes like an oil painting.

If this scene that is happening in the tent can be passed down to future generations, it will definitely be regarded as a model of the glory of human nature, so that everyone can remember it in their hearts, right?

Of course, the premise is that Orgrimmar can really exist and its history can be passed down to later generations... and the following things will not happen.

"Boom!" With the first explosion, it exploded in the orc camp.

"Where did the attack come from?" The orcs were a little confused for a moment.

"Yes... from the north!" The orc leaders with strong and keen senses quickly felt the direction of the enemy's attack through the sound of wind breaking through the air.

It was a lengthened "huh" sound, and then there were a series of explosions. The fire immediately ignited and began to rage in the orc camp.

"This is impossible! Even if Seer is defeated, the enemy cannot come so quickly!" Gulok felt that his arithmetic was fine, but because it was fine, it felt even more difficult to accept.

Then, at this moment, a shocking shout of killing suddenly came from the south bank of the Mubohaier River.

The coalition forces began to cross the river by force!
Chapter completed!