Cat Princess and Human Knight

Orgrimmar charged forward decisively, using the momentum of his charge to ram Blackhand into his shoulder.

Blackhand raised his giant hammer to block Orgrimmar's charge, then fiercely raised his knee to strike Orgrimmar in the abdomen.

Orgrimmar ducked to avoid the knee strike and swung his hammer at Blackhand.

Blackhand stumbled, then swung his hammer back, sending Orgrimmar staggering several steps backward.

The two Siberian cats fought like wild beasts tearing each other apart. Honorable Makgora was not allowed to use any external force and could only rely on her armor and weapons to fight hand-to-hand.

The mastermind has already gained a huge advantage.

Hiding in the back with plenty of energy, he pounded Orgrimmar with his hammer, which Orgrimmar could only dodge.

The weakness that followed the fading of his bloodlust made Orgrimmar's hands and feet tremble.

Blackhand, having gained the upper hand, didn't let the cat off the hook. He swung his giant hammer so high that it flew through the air. Although three or four of the five blows missed, the remaining one or two that struck Orgrimmar were enough to give him a hard time.

Having stepped back, Orgrimmar calmly observed the heavily armored Blackhand, then used his own armor to lighten his body.

His equipment was inferior to Blackhand's, and his stamina was also insufficient. If the two sides continued to fight like this, he would have no chance of winning.

Black Hand chuckled.

"I'll smash your brains out, Orgrimmar. This is the price for your betrayal."

Orgrimmar said in a low voice.

"I have never betrayed anyone. I am willing to give my life, my soul, and everything I can for the Black-Eyed Clan!"

Orgrimmar charged forward again, dodging Blackhand's heavy hammer and slamming it down hard on Blackhand's waist.

Even heavy armor has its weak points, one of which is the waist area that connects the upper and lower body.

The black hand, in pain, knelt on one knee.

Orgrimmar raised his warhammer and slammed it down on Blackhand's helmet.

Although the warhammer cannot pierce through, the shockwave is even more terrifying, capable of causing massive damage to the flesh even through armor.

Blackhand swung his hammer back, forcing Orgrimmar back. He shook his dizzy head, stood up again, and roared angrily.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Blackhand swung his hammer in a rage, but Orgrimmar calmly dodged the giant hammer, looking for the next opportunity.

Ner'zhul frowned, his already wrinkled skin becoming even more deeply creased, and his dark eyes gleamed slightly.

The dizzy Blackhand suddenly felt his strength increase, and his giant hammer caught up with Orgrimmar, sending him flying.

Ner'zhul's lips curled into a smile, then his expression changed. He suddenly dodged from his original position, and a battle axe came flying through the air, embedding itself in the spot where he had been standing.

Grom, who had thrown the battle axe, pointed his claws at Ner'zhul and roared.

"You've fouled! Ner'zhul! You've interfered with the sacred Mak'gora!"

Blackhand turned to look at Grom, his bloodlust rising within him so intense that he no longer cared about concealing his appearance, and roared with bloodshot eyes.

"Damn Grom, I'll kill you!"

Behind Blackhand, Orgrimmar coughed up blood, put down his giant hammer, drew his dagger, and tiptoed behind Blackhand.

"You're the one who deserves to die, Black Hand!"

Before Blackhand could turn around, Orgrimmar had already grabbed him and thrust the dagger upwards from his vulnerable armpit.

The dagger severed the ribs that held the heavy armor together, bypassed the gaps in the tough ribs, and pierced directly into Black Hand's heart.

Black Hand couldn't make a sound and died within seconds.

"Neo-Zhu shouted."

"Despicable attacker!"

Orgrimmar roared.

"This is the honor of Magora, and the duel is not over until I fall!"

The foolish hand, however, was looking around aimlessly; he underestimated the warrior's resilience, and he died a worthy death!

Blackhand died, and Orgrimmar raised the Blackeye Clan's battle banner high, as the Blackeye Clan's cat warriors cheered and paid tribute to him.

Orgrimmar kicked aside Blackhand's dead body, looked around at the cats, and shouted.

"I will replace Blackhand and become the new chieftain of the Black Eyes clan and the new Grand Chieftain of the Nomadic Cats!"

Who's in favor? Who's opposed?

Grom shook his head and was the first to raise his arm and shout.

"Warchief of Orgrimmar!"

Durotan also raised his arm.

"Warchief of Orgrimmar!"

The cats cheered, their morale soaring once again after the honor of Makgora.

Living on the vast plateau with extremely harsh conditions, death is never something unacceptable.

Nomadic cats are never afraid of challenges or failures; their only concern is losing their traditions and the courage and spirit to continue fighting and persevering.

Orgrimmar pointed at Ner'zhul and said coldly.

"Now, it's time for us to settle the score!"

Grom and Durotan blocked the front and back, and the clan cats swarmed around Ner'zhul.

Ner'zhul gave a cold laugh.

"Nomadic cats are all useless!"

He opened his mouth wide and exhaled black smoke, the unfathomable black smoke enveloping his entire body, rushing towards the high slope and disappearing from sight.

The enraged Grom drew his axe, pointed it in the direction Ner'zhul had disappeared, and cursed.

"Ner'zhul! One day I will tear you to pieces!"

Orgrimmar shook his head, ignoring the agitated Grom, and gave Durotan a clan greeting.

"Despite many unpleasant things that have happened, I still want to know: Is the Frostfang Clan willing to rejoin the nomadic cat pack?"

Dulongtan bowed.

"Great Chieftain, the Frostfang Clan has never separated from the nomadic cat tribes; it was all Ner'zhul's scheme."

Orgrimmar nodded with satisfaction.

"Durotan, I wasn't wrong about you. So, what about them..."

Pointing to the snow leopard riders in the distance, Orgrimmar looked at Durotan with a questioning gaze.

Durotan sighed.

Things are worse than you think.

The Dark God's manipulation of the nomadic cats thoroughly enraged the Earth Mother Goddess, and the Ice Mark Knights, acting on divine decree, marched south to vanquish evil.

The queen on the frozen throne is willing to extend goodwill to the nomadic cats, but now that the snow leopard riders have entered, they won't just leave again.

In addition, when I and the vanguard of the Ice Scar Knights passed through the oasis settlement, we discovered that the Silver Cross Knights in the direction of Starfall Plains were also mobilizing.

They could send troops to the oasis at any time, cutting off our retreat north.

Orgrimmar frowned.

"The Iceborn Knights... the Silver Cross Knights... and the Ash Knights relentlessly pursuing us..."

"Durotan, to what extent are the Knights of Iceborn Gauntlet willing to help us?"

Durotan said solemnly.

"The Snow Leopard Knight Rasin, who led the vanguard, told me that this southward journey was carried out by the divine decree of the Earth Mother Goddess, so the Ice Scar Knights would never clash with the Ash Knights."

As for the Silver Cross Knights, Count Don, the platoon leader of the Iceborn Knights who were leading their southward expedition, was intent on provoking a confrontation to gauge the true attitude of the south.

Orgrimmar nodded.

"I see."

The royal families on the north and south sides of the boundless plateau are testing each other, and the Ice Mark Knights and the Silver Cross Knights will not be on good terms. The nomadic cats can take advantage of both sides and find a way out.

But behind them, the Ash Knights, facing that group of uncommunicative religious fanatics, surely no cat would be willing to take the fall for the nomadic cats.

Orgrimmar gave the order in a loud voice.

"All clan cats must cross the river immediately. The medium and large cats that can wade should go into the water, and the rest of the medium and small cats should quickly cross the river from the bridge or boat. Then burn the bridge, burn the boat, and destroy all means of crossing the river!"

Clan warriors, your parents, wives, and children are waiting for you to return home. Act swiftly for your families!

Upon hearing the words "for the sake of family," the defeated soldiers were immediately filled with longing to return home. Compared to Blackhand's inflexible and unyielding nature, Orgrimmar clearly understood the cat's heart better.

Under his plan, the clan cats, eager to return home, unloaded their supplies and quickly crossed the river, while the Ash Knights, who were pursuing them, were hindered for a long time by the muddy floodwaters because they were wearing heavy armor.

When Elena arrived at the Sentinel River with the pursuing Ash Knights, she only saw burning and broken bridges and boats, and not a single clan cat in sight. She could only swing her hammer fiercely.

"hateful!"