Chapter 367 The traitor to the tribe must die

Author: Baoyue Liuguang

Chapter 367 The traitor to the tribe must die

Orgrim stood on the balcony of the fortress, looking at the densely packed orc soldiers below. They were all disorganized rebels who had withdrawn from the battlefield.

Usually the orc infantry goes on expeditions with the clan, or is organized into different legions. There are usually only two situations when the formation is lost. One is that the legion is annihilated, and the other is that the team is completely lost due to the collapse of morale.

Orcs have high morale and rarely collapse.

So many orcs rebelled, which also confirmed how serious this fiasco was.

This is the first time since the tribe was founded that it suffered such a major defeat.

Why is this happening! Why is this happening?

Looking at the orc rebels below, Orgrim couldn't help but fall into deep contemplation.

This war made him feel an inexplicable uneasiness and a feeling of being shrouded in conspiracy. Every attack and every military order seemed to be predicted by the other side. Every troop he sent out,

They all fall into each other's pockets just right.

Military prediction does exist. When he was still in Draenor, Orgrim had predicted the enemy's movements many times in wars. It is not impossible that there are some military geniuses among humans.

But a battle like yesterday's battle cannot be explained by strategy. Every move you make seems to be seen by the opponent. No matter what strategy you use or what kind of surprise troops you send, the opponent can respond perfectly.

This made him deeply vigilant and fearful.

Could it be that...he suddenly had a suspicion in his mind, could it be that there are spies from the alliance among the tribe? And they are not just ordinary spies, they must be spies who have access to all the military orders he issued.

But what kind of person can do this?

Herald! Orgrim suddenly thought of a possibility.

It's very unbelievable, but there is no other possibility.

But how is this possible? Orgrim thought with self-doubt. He had four high-level heralds under him, who directly issued the orders he issued to the various chiefs and warlords below. They were all carefully selected and loyal.

The most powerful orc warriors, and in order to ensure their loyalty, they all chose direct descendants from the Blackstone clan.

Most of them have followed him through life and death since they were in Draenor, and even fought alongside him as children.

But this is the only possibility. We must find out the truth.

"Saurfang, go and summon my heralds."

Soon four high-ranking heralds were brought in.

Orgrim paced slowly in front of the four people, his eyes scanning each other's faces one by one. As he saw each face, the past experiences of these heralds instantly appeared in his mind.

Xiong Xiong is an excellent hunter from Blackstone Wasteland. He began to participate in hunting when he was eight years old. When he was ten years old, he personally hunted an adult thunder elephant and became a warrior in the clan. He once defeated a Delaney in a battle.

The Avengers protected the village.

Imperial Warblade, an excellent hunter from Blackstone Wasteland, began to participate in hunting when he was eight years old. When he was ten years old, he personally hunted and killed a male clefthoof beast and became a warrior in the clan. He once defeated an ogre in a battle.

The looters protected the village.

Jagged Canlang, an excellent hunter from Blackstone Wasteland, began to participate in hunting when he was eight years old. When he was ten years old, he personally hunted a two-legged flying dragon and became a warrior in the clan. He once defeated the Crow Man in a battle.

The looters protected the village.

Uruk Blackfang...huh?

I don’t know much about this orc Orgrim, I just remember that he was an orc warrior from Blacktooth Village, which was the village where the previous warchief Blackhand was born.

After becoming the new warchief, Orgrim promoted his cronies aggressively, but in order to appease the Black Hand's old troops, he also retained some of his old officers, and Uruk Blackfang was one of them.

Although they both belong to the same big clan, they belong to different villages. Orgrim knows nothing about Black Tooth's past experiences.

Orgrim's eyes were firmly fixed on Uruk Black Teeth.

However, he did not make any hasty decisions.

"Some of you have betrayed the tribe. Every action I took in yesterday's war was predicted by humans. The only explanation is that someone leaked the information.

Tell me, my loyal warriors, have any of you seen anything unusual happen among you?"

The four heralds looked at me, and I looked at you, with big eyes and small eyes.

The true character of the bear suddenly stood up.

"Great Chief, what you said made me think of it. When I was delivering the order yesterday, I saw Uruk Black Teeth running to the top of the mountain alone and releasing a white dove."

Imperial Warblade (Tribal Herald): "Yes, yes, I saw it too. He also tied something to the pigeon."

Jagged Canlang (tribal herald): "Great Chief, I seem to have seen it too."

Sure enough! A hint of murderous intent suddenly appeared in Orgrim's eyes.

He even figured out the cause and effect in an instant. It must be because he took away the position of chief, which made Black Hand's former subordinates feel dissatisfied.

They actually conspired to collude with the Alliance to betray the tribe, which is intolerable!

Uruk looked at his companions in surprise, his face flushed.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I don't have any! What kind of pigeons are there? I don't even know!"

"We orcs must be brave and stop making excuses. Uruk, you know what you did."

"That's right, you usually run around quietly by yourself. I'm still wondering why you never act with us. It turns out you are a traitor."

"It turns out you are a traitor, Uruk. Fortunately, we still treat you as a brother."

"Warchief - I don't!"

"Enough!" Orgrim yelled. On one side were his old subordinates who had followed him since the village, and on the other side were the suspicious elements left behind by the previous chief. So what's the point?

"Drag him down and chop him down. The traitor to the tribe must die!"

Seeing Uruk Blackfang being dragged down, Orgrim took a deep breath and nodded to the three remaining heralds, "You have done a good job. You are worthy of being the warriors who came out of the Blackstone Plains."

, keep working hard, the tribe will definitely conquer this world.

You will see that day with your own eyes."

The three of them immediately left, patting their chests.

Wait until you get out of the fort.

The Imperial Blade looked frightened, "I said, wouldn't it be bad for us to trick the warchief like this? So many brothers died yesterday..."

"Damn it, you've already got the money, why are you talking about this now? We spent a lot of money to get the background of our fellow big chief, wasn't it just for this day?"

"What I'm saying is that with more than one million, you can buy a house."

These three people have been planning for a long time. When the account was first established, the tribe was still a monster force. The three of them joined the orc clan in Blackstone Plains early and worked hard to get into a village with Orgrim.

By cultivating reputation and favorability, he finally became a direct descendant of Orgrim and gained the key position of tribal herald.

Those wealthy local tycoons all focused on high-ranking officials and dignitaries like the chief and the governor. They spent a lot of money and played the game of heroes.

The three of them took a different approach and built elite templates. After all, only elite templates could serve as Orgrim's subordinates without fear of being sent out to lead troops.

As expected, it was sold at a good price yesterday, and all the previous investment was recouped with interest and a huge profit was made.

Speaking of which, Godwin was really generous. The three of them gave him a full five million to sell information. No wonder he became the king.

I just feel a little ashamed of my trust in the chief.

But don't be afraid, in the worst case, when the tribe is defeated in the future, you can just die in battle with the chief.

Watching the herald leave, Orgrim still frowned. He had a very keen war instinct. At this moment, he had a feeling that the crisis had not been resolved, and an invisible shadow still shrouded the tribe.

Even though the Horde still has a large number of troops that are enough to continue fighting with the Alliance, Orgrim has no chance of winning in the coming war.

Where there is one traitor there will be a second.

Moreover, the tribe is not stable internally. Yesterday, several clans retreated inexplicably.

"Saurfang, do you think the Horde can still win this war?"

Saurfang was silent for a moment and said in a low voice: "The orcs will not accept failure."

Orgrim sighed, "Yes, the orcs cannot accept a failed warchief. War has been engraved in the souls of the orcs. Either conquer or fail, there is no doubt."

The guard outside the door sent news.

"Warchief, Master Ner'zhul is here."

Orgrim snorted coldly. The Shadowmoon Clan's shaman army performed very poorly yesterday. It's time to question them.

"Let him in."

I don't know if it was due to the defeat, but Ner'zhul looked particularly gloomy.

He was wearing a hood, which covered the monitor's face. Under the dark hood, his eyes showed a strange luster.

Behind Ner'zhul, there was also an unusually tall orc. Orgrim himself was very tall, but the orc was a head taller than him, and his cloaked body looked unusually heavy.

Ner'zhul (Chief Shadowmoon): "Warchief, I think you have felt it, right? The shadow of failure is hanging over the tribe. Failure is inevitable. The enemy has more powerful power, holy light, and magic.

The giant dragon...that is something that the flesh and blood of an orc cannot fight against.
To be continued...