"Dahl! No! Dahl!"

The warchief, who was forcibly dragged away from the battlefield by the orc soldiers, saw the scene of the Burning Blade Sword Master falling. His heart felt like a knife was twisting. He roared and wanted to rush into the battlefield again, but was suppressed by the soldiers and could not

One hopes that the great chief will die here, even after experiencing such a tragic defeat.

"Let me go! I order you! Let me go, don't let me become a coward!"

"You are a warrior, orc, but enough is enough! You have failed!"

Fording looked at the orc sword master in front of him. The dying sword master was half-kneeling on the ground, with a sword stuck in his body, but he leaned on his body with his straight-edged sword and looked at the alliance general in front of him fiercely.

them.

"The Horde will not fail! Your victory is only temporary!"

"Leave him alone! Go and capture Orgrim!"

The paladin lord Mograine waved down the sharp blade in his hand, and the paladins behind him followed him towards the orc chief who broke through, but the orcs who were still struggling along the way desperately blocked them. On the battlefield that finally collapsed, Orc

Grim was protected by those loyal warriors and was about to rush into the defeated orcs' ranks.

"The Holy Light gives me power!"

A loud roar sounded on the chaotic battlefield, followed by light rising into the sky. The orc warriors who dragged Orgrim to break through subconsciously narrowed their eyes, only to be mixed up with the holy light.

The sharp blade cut open his body. Orgrim wanted to fight back, but was hit in the neck by a heavy fist wrapped in iron armor.

His body shook, and he swung the warhammer in his hand, smashing the sword in front of him. He roared like a wild beast and fought off the infantrymen surrounding him. However, while dodging, he was stabbed from behind again.

The dagger he drew grazed his arm, and the paralyzing toxin rushed into the chief's blood vessels, soon making his whole body tremble and tremble.

The sharp weapons cut through his skin, making him even weaker. In the cheers of the Alliance soldiers, the beast-like chief finally fell to their weapons.

"Bang"

Orgrim struggled to get up, but was quickly knocked down to the ground again. He held on to his Doomhammer tightly, but the vision in front of him began to blur. As the world spun and the earth spun, he saw in a trance.

When he came around, the Alliance soldiers, who had tightened their weapons and pressed forward, looked at him with hatred.

There are also those orcs who fell at the feet of these soldiers, those eyes that have lost their luster, and those corpses.

That was a witness to his and the tribe's failure... At the moment when darkness completely fell, Orgrim roared, as if it was his last struggle.
Chapter completed!