Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 234: Zuluhed

Orgrim was upset.

The failure of the cross-sea attack on Southshore was already a shame on his record as a chief. Although everyone knew that this was just a relatively large-scale exploratory attack by Orgrim. Because the main force that actually went into battle was only the Warsong clan with more than 25,000 people, and the rest of the warriors were mostly from small and medium clans.

But failure is failure, and the simple and crude orcs have no concept of feint attack.

Most of them believed that Stormwind was conquered by Chieftain Blackhand, and Orgrim simply turned around and found an empty city. Ironforge, which should have been Orgrim's achievement, had not been completely conquered.

It's not that Kilrogg's dead-eyed Bleeding Hollow clan didn't work hard, but when they attacked near the gate of Ironforge, the warriors of the Bleeding Hollow clan were stuck. No orc can withstand that kind of three-dimensional, all-round cannon fodder attack.

Many times there would be a hole in the mountain wall, from which deadly shots would burst forth, either from guns, or worse still, from cannons.

The greatest achievement was advancing to the entrance, almost entering the dwarf's core area, and then the warriors who fought their way inside encountered a pocket formation made by the dwarves using steam tanks and various cannons.

Those orc warriors died just like that.

This has nothing to do with courage, it's purely a matter of fighting philosophy.

Just now, the news came that it was another failure of Orgrim.

The news from the exploratory fleet brought back from the Swamp of Sorrows was that the ocean-going fleet he had painstakingly built was almost wiped out, and not even a single ship could return.

"A super giant whirlpool that spans the entire sea area from the shore to the deepest sea?" Orgrim wondered if the orcs' luck had run out, although he never really believed it.

In the past, he might have chanted about the protection of the ancestral spirits, but after almost all orc shamans abandoned tradition and transformed from shamans to warlocks, no warlock has ever been heard of who can still sense the call of Mother Earth.

What Orgrim had to face was that winter was coming, and before the winter was over, he would most likely not be able to organize a decent cross-sea operation.

Wetlands, as the name implies, are areas consisting of a large number of swamps and shallow puddles. Spending the winter here is simply a nightmare. Orcs are hardworking and can endure hardships, but if given a choice, no one would be willing to spend the winter in such a wet and cold place.

Not long after Orgrim took office as Warchief, the disadvantage of his insufficient reputation began to show.

He didn't have enough confidence to subdue those irritable chiefs. And the demands seemed so reasonable.

"We are willing to fight to the death for the Horde. But at least give us a peaceful winter. Unless it is a disaster that will destroy the Horde, no clan will choose to go to war in winter."

"We have conquered an entire continent. The warriors of the Horde are very tired. Winter is the time for producing the next generation of tribal warriors. I cannot oppose this tradition."

What do orcs do in winter? As long as there is enough food, they all roast fire, eat the stored food, and hold the female orcs to give birth to baby orcs.

This is the tradition that the orcs have passed down for thousands or tens of thousands of years.

Orgrim reluctantly agreed to withdraw the army to the more comfortable Loch Modan area a little further south. In order to appease his Blackrock Clan, he even moved most of the Blackrock Clan orcs back to Elwynn Forest.

Of course, the orcs of the Blackrock Clan were also happy to travel for more than half a month to return to the territory that they had conquered at the cost of more than 100,000 of their fellow tribesmen. After all, it was warmer there, and Duke had not burned all of the forest, as there were still a lot of trees that could be used as charcoal for winter heating.

Orgrim's only consolation was that his new deputy, Zuluhed, the chieftain and shaman of the Dragonmaw clan, brought him "the news" and his biggest worry - Gul'dan was injured.

He went to see Gul'dan yesterday:

the Horde's former behind-the-scenes ruler is in a bad state.

"I'm sorry, Warchief. The humans have a very strong mage. Although I have severely damaged him, it is obvious that I will not be able to serve the Horde for a long time." As he spoke, Gul'dan was not only gasping for breath, but his shoulders were completely covered by huge blocks of ice.

It should be said that half of the body was embedded in a block of ice.

Orgrim narrowed his eyes. He had seen ice magic from human mages before, but this was the first time he had seen something this horrible. An icicle pierced Gul'dan's shoulder, and with the wound as the center, a terrifying cold energy gathered there and did not dissipate.

Orgrim roughly smashed off nearly half of the ice with his Hammer of Doom, but it was of no use. The ice seemed to be an amoeba that could increase in value infinitely, and within just a few seconds, it returned to its original state.

Orgrim frowned.

"This is a mysterious energy method of humans called the Arcane Circuit. That powerful man injected a portion of his power into my body, and it formed an independent cycle. My injuries cannot be healed until this power is destroyed."

Orgrim nodded: "You should take good care of your injuries."

Orgrim left after saying this, without even asking Gul'dan to provide more death knights to the Horde.

Who knew that just as Orgrim left, Gul'dan sneered. In front of his confidant, the two-headed ogre magician Cho'gall, the ice on his shoulder shattered, and the seemingly extremely cold and powerful ice cone was left with only a small piece as big as a chopstick stuck in Gul'dan's shoulder.

"Orgrim, you are a fool who does not understand what power is. Very good, go back to your war. I have other things to do, and because of you rest assured, I will have more freedom to focus on these things. I will continue to play the role of this loyal warlock who was gloriously wounded for the Horde. But I swear... this will not be forever. Soon I will get what I seek, and then you and this tribe will disappear from my sight forever. I will establish a new force to replace you, a force that is only loyal to me, and then I will change the world according to my plan! Hahahaha!"

Gul'dan laughed wildly, and his laughter greatly encouraged the remaining warlocks of the Shadow Council...

After Orgrim left, he and his guards walked straight to the Dragon Roar Clan's base.

Next to the chief's tent, Orgrim saw a thin and wrinkled old orc, but under the gray and tattered braids there was still a pair of sharp brown-red eyes.

"Zuluhed!" Orgrim shouted.

The old orc shaman looked towards the source of the voice and found that it was the chieftain calling his name, so he immediately stood up and pushed away the wine glass and large plate in front of him.

"Doomhammer!" Unlike Gul'dan's humility, Zuluhed did not bow, and Orgrim didn't care about it.

After all, Zuluhed himself was a chieftain, the leader of the Dragonmaw Clan. He was also a shaman, the only shaman who remained with the Horde after coming to this world. And Orgrim felt more comfortable communicating with this typical orc.

It was the strange foresight that the shaman brought, or what he might offer, that interested Orgrim so much.

"How did that go?" Doomhammer didn't exchange pleasantries, but took the wine glass handed over by Zuluhed. The wine in it was very good, and the human blood that flowed into the glass made the wine even more delicious.

"It's done! Great Chief!" Zuluhed opened his stinky mouth and let out a smile that seemed like a declaration of victory.

"Take me to see it! Now! Right away!" Orgrim was a little impatient.

After two powerful attacks, one was a victory but a defeat, and the other was a direct failure. Orgrim deeply felt the bottleneck of the orcs. As the most visionary among the orcs, and also the highest-ranking one, Orgrim deeply knew that the era of orcs conquering the world alone was over.

"As you command. Please follow me." Zuluhed called Orgrim to ride on the wolf.

Soon, they arrived at the southeast part of the wetland. freёwebnoѵel.com

This place is called Grim Batol, as the dwarves call it. It was once a dwarven fortress, but now it belongs to the Dragonmaw clan.

Although the rooms in the Dwarf Fortress were large enough, the height was enough for the Dwarves, but it was not friendly to most Orcs. Zuluhed asked most of the Hordesmen who had nothing to do to expand the fortress. The fortress had complete facilities and was built inside the mountain, so it was easy to defend, which was very important.

Because there is a powerful weapon stored here that can break through humanity's damn defense system.

Zuluhed led the chief and his guards into the depths of the fortress and finally came to a huge iron gate. It can be imagined that there must be a vast underground hall behind the iron gate.

"What's inside? You told me a few weeks ago that you sensed an extremely powerful mysterious force that had the ability to change the entire situation of the battle. Is this thing inside now?"

"Yes, my great chief."

"I hope the things inside are worth that much. Do you understand? Zuluhed, for the sake of your illusory illusion, I sent you 30,000 elite orcs as a search team, and almost 100,000 laborers as diggers. If it weren't for you, I would have focused on attacking Southshore Town. Now! If you disappoint me, I don't mind letting you see the wrath of the Great Chief." Orgrim raised the Doomhammer in his hand and issued a threatening declaration.

"You won't be disappointed, Chief." Zuluhed shrugged his nose and showed a rough smile.

At this time, one of Orgrim's guards attempted to touch the handle on the iron gate.

"etc!"

The chieftain of the Dragonmaw clan issued the most severe warning. He took out a strange object from a large bag on his waist, a huge and ordinary-looking golden disk, and held it high.

"I am the master of the Demon Soul. In the name of the master, I command you to appear! Guardian!"

It is difficult to say whether Zuluhed used the power of a shaman.

In any case, in the vision of the great chief and dozens of orc guards, they only saw countless sparks emerging from the huge iron gate, and gathered into a figure in the void in front of the iron gate.

The figure gradually began to become clear. It was a tall, strong humanoid figure wearing an unfamiliar bone armor. Its top was a bit like a demon skull that had lost its flesh and was hollowed out, but it was burning with flames.

Its eyes were spheres of black flame. This strange being floated in front of them, as tall as an orc but looking very dull, exuding an indescribable power and... a sense of alertness.

"We are going in." Zuluhed held the Demon Soul in front of it and said, while pointing his finger at Orgrim and his guards, telling it that 'we' included those creatures.

The strange being nodded, turned into countless sparks again, and disappeared in front of the iron gate. The Dragonmaw Clan Chief nodded to his great chief, indicating that he could enter.

"What would be the consequences of just barging in?" Orgrim asked.

"Well, it was bad. There was a messenger with your message, and he rushed in without waiting for me to relieve the guard, and then the guard appeared from nowhere, grabbed the fool's head with his huge hot hands, and the fool's head turned to ash."

Orgrim seemed to be able to imagine a huge flaming claw grabbing the careless orc's head, flames coming out of his seven orifices, and after a few seconds the guy stopped screaming, his body went limp, and his head turned into a pile of pure ash.

Fortunately, Zuluhed was a pure orc, not a conspirator like Gul'dan who made Orgrim uncomfortable all day long. Fortunately, Gul'dan was seriously injured.

The huge iron gate opened with a creaking sound.

Inside, you can see dozens of heavy metal chains that are burned red by high temperatures connected to the wall. Very strangely, Orgrim originally thought that he would see a huge creature filling the entire cave.

As a result, at the end of those magical chains, which became thinner as they moved toward the center of the room, were tied...

A human female!?

From the perspective of the entrance, she was lying on the ground with her face pressed against the ground, her head facing the innermost part of the cave. She had a red base color, gold-rimmed hand and leg armor, and a set of sexy bikini armor. As a woman, she was very beautiful, with long red hair as bright as fire, and a body that was extremely attractive in the eyes of human aesthetics.

Whether it was out of comfort or despair, Orgrim could clearly feel that she was actually awake, but she just lay there.

Orgrim is furious!

He pointed his thick finger at the plump and slender waist and yelled at Zuluhed: "You idiot, you are attracted by this shriveled and weak waist!? Bastard! I don't care which country she is the queen or princess of! Zuluhed, you are dead!"

At this time, Zuluhed smiled mysteriously and tapped the disc in his hand.

The next moment, the seemingly human woman and the chains grew rapidly...

After a few seconds, Orgrim recovered from his shock.

"Hahaha! Zuluhed, well done!"