Orgrim murmured to himself, and the Kor'kron guard beside him was stunned for a moment. The next moment, the warchief turned over and grabbed his collar. The expression on his broad face was completely distorted, like a head of lust.

Like a wild beast that chooses people to devour.

"I said it! Open the door! Fight to the death with the Alliance Dog! Today!"

On the other side, the mages' portal opened again, and Shaw, covered in blood, fell to the ground. Marshal Lothar stepped forward and helped up the new leader of MI7, who held on tightly.

Holding the marshal's wrist, he looked like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, and he said in a deep voice:

"The time for the decisive battle has arrived, Marshal... Orgrim has no way to retreat! Mission accomplished..."

"Next, it's time...it's time for the soldiers to go on stage!"

Before he finished speaking, Shore's face tightened, and the wound on his abdomen burst open again. Amidst the marshal's roar, he turned around and saw that the 1,500 assassins who followed him into the Black Rock Tower only came back.

300 people, this terrible loss made Shore convulse as if his heart was torn apart.

But he must do it... use a noble sacrifice to win victory for the Alliance, pave the way for the reconstruction of the Kingdom of Stormwind, and let MI7, whose bones have been broken by the orcs, regain the soul of the assassin!

And did the assassins win?

Of course they won!

They used their crazy sacrifices to push Orgrim and his tribe into a real desperate situation... This is the power of hatred, this is the power of crazy assassins, the power that can reverse the war and seal fate!
Chapter completed!