Chapter 447: Encirclement

Orgrim's hands trembled from the impact and the rage that was suppressed in his heart.

Victory was just a step away!

In his mind, he had thought that after a few more days of fighting, he would be able to capture this most important city of the Alliance, crush the entire resistance of the Alliance, and turn them into homeless dogs that would scatter at the sight of the Horde.

Now, the opportunity was gone, and victory seemed increasingly elusive. But in his heart, honor was always the first priority.

An orc without honor was worthless.

Killing the enemy was honor!

Saving comrades was honor!

Punishing traitors was also honor!

None of these could be missing.

But why was everyone so eager to punish the traitors first?

Orgrim saw the fear and hesitation in the eyes of the young chieftains.

Fear? Hesitation? Were they still orcs?

Just as Orgrim was about to explode, he suddenly saw a giant banner rising on the eastern gate of Lordaeron — it was that damned Duke Markus's blue Stormwind flag again.

The Warchief's body involuntarily shivered.

He understood!

This was the result of his repeated defeats against Duke Markus, culminating in a major outbreak!

Orcs were mostly simple! They didn't understand the twists and turns, nor did they understand what a strategic retreat was. They only knew that their Warchief had never won against the owner of the blue Stormwind flag.

Or rather, even if he won, it was considered a loss.

He refused to attack the city in Quel'Thalas, which was once again deemed as his fear of Duke Markus. Or rather, these young chieftains who had tasted the bitterness of Duke Markus no longer held any hope of defeating him. They would rather deal with Gul'dan, who also seemed quite strange.

Orgrim felt a sense of suffocation.

"Tomorrow, the whole army will advance and attack the large camp north of the human city! If anyone has objections to my command, let's settle it in Mak'gora! If not, prepare!" Orgrim forcefully used the power of the Warchief to pass this attack plan.

After giving orders to the various chieftains and lieutenants, only Orgrim was left.

The next day, although he had not received specific instructions from Orgrim, Grom Hellscream saw the smoke rising from the other side of Lordaeron City.

"One far, two near, three columns of smoke, hmm, it's definitely the signal for attack."

Smoke signals were a simple means of communication, only used to convey simple signals. Seeing that the humans did not stop him from attacking the city, Grom subconsciously thought that Orgrim had put greater pressure on the humans from the east.

From the beginning, Grom had almost all the army pressing on for a fierce attack.

Good news came in less than half an hour.

"We're about to take down the city gate!" An orc roared, and a smile appeared on Grom Hellscream's rugged face.

Victory was in sight!

Although before this, no matter how many soldiers he sent, he could not bite through the thick defensive line at the border of Silverpine Forest and Tirisfal Glades, but the situation had reversed.

When passing through that defensive line abandoned by the humans, Grom saw a large number of fire-breathing iron bumps discarded by the roadside.

For the orcs, moving those heavy things was obviously not a problem, but for humans to transport these big guys on narrow forest mud roads with horse-drawn carts, it would probably be quite difficult.

Clearly, Orgrim's attack on the Alliance's main city from the east had caused great panic among these humans. During the many days of marching, Grom saw a large amount of abandoned supplies, and even wounded soldiers who had committed suicide in despair.

The humans were panicking.

Grom was certain of this.

In fact, his judgment was not wrong. Before returning to Lordaeron City, if it were not for Duke Markus's strategy, the entire Lordaeron army might have scattered more than half due to the pursuit of the Horde's Western Legion. Even if they did not scatter, apart from Mograine's Scarlet Crusade, the other Lordaeron legions would not have much combat power.

Now, the city gate had been severely deformed under the relentless impact of the orc vanguard. Once the city gate was breached, his warriors could swarm into the city, kill the remaining guards, and level this city.

With this place as a base, they could quickly occupy other areas of this continent, drive the humans to the sea, and push them into the sea. In the end, this continent would belong to the Horde, and they would end this war and start a new life.

After being frustrated for so long, Grom finally saw hope.

He carried his famous axe, Gorehowl, and watched his soldiers launch another attack on the city gate.

If only those two-headed ogres were here, Grom couldn't help thinking, those big guys should be able to climb the city wall and chisel a few big holes in the thick stone with their weapons. But he was puzzled, why did the shouts of killing from the city seem to come from the north of the city?

Wouldn't it be better to hit the east gate to make the humans unable to look after each other?

But just at this moment, a surging howling sound came from behind the distant city wall.

Wind?

Where did the strong wind come from?

Looking from a distance, a large cloud of golden clouds gathered over the city gate at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then a golden lightning struck the orcs who were hitting the city gate. Suddenly, the black oil that had floated to the moat was lit.

The fire soared into the sky, almost instantly turning those orcs who were crossing the river and those who were climbing the city wall into human torches.

Fire!? Is it fire again?

The growing golden thundercloud continued to drift towards the orcs, and several lightning bolts fell on the orcs' huge siege equipment, just happening to explode among the orc infantry who were gathering behind the siege equipment to avoid arrows and javelins.

With a few loud booms, flesh and blood flew among the crowd.

Grom's heart was bleeding.

Those were the elites of the Warsong clan! They had experienced many battles, had gone through the fire baptism of Silverpine Forest, and were wearing the thickest armor of the Horde, and they were just electrocuted like this?

The golden thunderballs opened several large pits on the ground that could bury dozens of people. The stones and orc limbs that were blown up, and the splashed armor fragments caused secondary damage to the surroundings, and screams were heard everywhere.

At this time, several large red fireworks rose from the north, west, and south of the orc army.

Suddenly, loud horn sounds rang out from these three directions at the same time.

Those things that had always looked like forests from three or four kilometers away suddenly blurred, and then what appeared in front of the orcs were rows of humanoid objects wearing silver-white armor.

The silver wave formed a semicircle and firmly surrounded the orc troops. The number of human soldiers seemed countless, already beyond the mathematical abilities of the orcs.

Ordinary orcs only knew that there were many, many humans.