Azeroth’s Death Track

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At the same time as the dusty swamp swamped the ground, on this slightly cold night, the orcs were located in the city of Orgrim in Durotar, and there were also bright lights, although at this time, most of the orcs were already in the day After laboring, I fell asleep, but after all, it was a fighting race. Even on a quiet night, a group of soldiers patrolled the city.

Different from the habit of humans using rocks to build castles, the orcs lived more like the nomadic tribe’s large tents, which merged the form of a part of the war fort, and used solid wood to build several layers of the sentry towers. At the bottom, there are also some specially treated masonry, under the fortress built of wood and animal skin, and there are traditional crypts of the orcs.

In this huge orc city, there are such large and small war sentry towers, and there are some strong fortresses with strong orc styles, which are for the chiefs and shamans.

The social civilization of the orcs has a strong class meaning. They are brave and belligerent and bear hardships and hardships. Each orc will be assigned its own task after becoming an adult. When joining the army, it must also start from the lowest level of hard work. In the army, The superior has absolute control over the subordinate. Except for the period when the orcs drank the blood of the demon, the orc's army has always been known for strict discipline. Any soldier who violates the military discipline will be punished with cruel whipping.

Such a civilization is born for war. There are few meaningless leisure in the orc society. There are special hunter squads even when going out to hunt. Living in such an environment will definitely feel depressed, but in Under the rule of the chiefs, few orcs would express dissatisfaction.

Because the chiefs not only enjoy a high level of honor and material living standards, once the war breaks out, the chiefs will inevitably take the army before the civilians. In the orc tradition, defeat or surrender is extremely shameful, so Orthodox orcs are more willing to die in battle.

In extremely brutal wars, the chiefs of the tribes are often the first to die... Therefore, no one will have any doubts about the status of the chiefs.

This is the orc civilization. The shadow of war is engraved in every corner of their lives. Their unique civilization system has evolved from the nomadic clan. They are two completely different paths from human civilization. You can say that they are natural Barbaric, but after really understanding the orc's social system, you can't say that they are not civilized... they are just not the civilization that most people imagine.

The orc soldiers standing in front of the Grommash fortress where the chiefs discussed the issue saw several figures walking quickly in the night. They watched the person with vigilant eyes, under the glare of the torch stuck in the gate of the fortress , They quickly saw those who came.

"Wow"

The two orc soldiers immediately thumped their fists on their chests, and the older orc guards greeted in a low voice:

"Warlord Thrall, Captain Garrosh, and Captain Dranosh, the chiefs are discussing in the hall, do you need me to report to the chiefs for you?"

"No need!"

The solemn young orc Thrall waved, and he whispered:

"We happen to have something to report to the chiefs."

After talking, the three young orcs walked into the Grommash fortress. This fortress inherited the orc's traditional tradition. It was not decorated like a human palace. It was a bigger house. A wooden floor was laid on the ground of the hall, and the tribe’s logo was painted in the style of an orc. Around the ring hall were placed the battle flags of the six tribes of the tribe, and the chief of each clan sat. Under their respective battle flags.

On the three steps facing the gate, there is a wooden seat decorated with the skull of the demon lord. The fur of the thunder lizard and the war wolf is laid on it. The whole hall is as bright as the daylight under the bonfire lit by several large braziers. .

As the three of Thrall entered the hall, several chiefs were discussing what, on the floor in front of them, a large map sewed from several animal skins was laid, marking the entire Kalimdor East The topography of the coast, marked by hills and ravines, can be seen clearly at a glance.

"Garros?"

Hearing the vibration of the gate of the hall, Grom, the chieftain of the Warsong clan, turned back and saw his son. He frowned and shouted loudly:

"You should patrol the city! What are you doing here?"

Garrosh did not answer, Thrall stepped forward, looking at the chiefs in front of him, he said loudly:

"Our scouts discovered the war in the Dustwallow Marsh. Ogres and centaurs are besieging human immigrants. Garrosh and I and Dranosh came to ask the chieftain’s permission. We want to support those humans. ."

"silly!"

Orgrim, who was sitting in the position of the chieftain, had not spoken yet. On the other side, the chief of the Shattered Hand clan Kargas first yelled:

"Adults are discussing issues, the juniors will stand aside first! Is this how the prophets of the Frostwolf clan educated their juniors?"

"Cough, Thrall is the warlord of the Frostwolf clan. He wants to do everything he wants."

Sitting under the frost wolf war, the drunk old shaman Drektar coughed. He twisted his eyes with black cloth to the position of Cagasi and said unreservedly:

"Furthermore, the internal affairs of the Frostwolf clan, it is not yet possible for the Broken Hand clan to intervene?"

"I also think that your hand is too long, Kargas, right?"

The chief of the Thunder King clan Fenris touched the head of the war wolf lying on the side with his hand, and said playfully:

"Saar, Garrosh and Dranosh, these three young people have made more sacrifices and contributions to the new tribe than you and your crazy people! When the young hero spoke, I think you Should...Shut up!"

The atmosphere in the hall became a little weird. The Chief Shattered hand snorted coldly, and the Chief Chief seemed to be closing his eyes and raising his mind. The representative of the Blood Ring clan wanted to say something, but considering the current situation in the tribe, he still Sit quietly in a chair without a word.

The chieftain of the Blood Ring clan Kilrogg. Bloodeye is taking his son Jolin and his clan to prevent the invasion of demons in the Azshara wilderness north of Durotar. It is Kilrogg's most trusted old shaman. As an old man who has experienced the craziest period of the tribe, he is always used to listening first and then speaking.

"Are you going to help humans? Thrall, tell me, is your smart mind broken?"

Warsong Chief Grom leaned on his chair. Because of the torture of toxemia, the former top fighter has now become very thin. Although his body is still strong, he can see it from the wrinkles and gray hair on his face. Come out, the chief's energy has been much worse than before.

In fact, not only Grom, except for Orgrim, Drek'Thar and the old shaman of the blood ring, the other chiefs all had strong sequelae due to toxemia. The blood of the devil is drying up. The thirst for evil energy is torturing their mind every minute and every second.

In the face of Grom’s doubts, Thrall hesitated a little, he sneaked a glance at the Great Prophet and the Chieftain, and he did not see opposition on the faces of the two people he respected the most, so he responded loudly. To:

"No! Chief Grommash, I came to this conclusion after careful thinking."

"Don’t mention the grievances between us and human beings first. If the human forces of the Ogre and Centaurs are allowed to destroy the dust and mud swamps and allow them to plunder sufficient supplies, the forces of these two barbarians will develop rapidly. I have heard of our grievances with Kokal Centaur. Once the Centaur Clan has regained its strength, those vengeful **** will definitely kill Durotar in return."

Thrall’s analysis made the Prophet nod with satisfaction, and Grom. Hell growled and rubbed his chin. After a while, he also nodded slightly. Thrall’s words really made sense. .

But Grom had his own plans. He looked at Thrall and said in a deep voice:

"Then let the Tauren of Mulgore play. They and the Centaur are feuds. They must be willing to attack the empty rear camp of the Centaur from behind at this point. The guards of the Barrens can also be dispatched to help the Tauren fight. Centaur, after all, the tauren is already a member of the tribe, but you, I will not allow you to be dispatched!"

Thrall wanted to refute, but Fenris, the chief of the Thunder King's clan, also spoke. The gaze of this mighty wolf cavalry looked at Silan Delanosh for a moment. He said:

"Grom said it makes sense that the blood feud between humans and orcs is difficult to resolve. We sent our fleet to help them, which has caused dissatisfaction among many people. In this case, you as the future chief of the Frostwolf clan The identity of the people and take the initiative to help humanity, it is easy to cause division within the tribe."

"Split? It's impossible to split!"

Thrall rebutted:

"The Chieftain and you have seen the power of the dark blade undead in the Eastern Continent. Those undead cannot be allowed to develop in Kalimdor. Their minions will one day come to this land, even... They may have already come. The human empire resisted the undead, and was forced to move west in less than 10 years. Are the tribes that have not yet recovered their strength stronger than the human empire?"

"Chiefs, I'm going to help human immigration, not only because of the threat of Centaurs and ogres to Durotar, but also because of the future! In every sleep I have, I can see the future, in that There is no difference between humans and orcs in the future, and even the powerful night elves are only members of the destroyed!"

"Will the undead let us go because we are orcs?"

"Will the undead treat us preferentially because we don't save humans?"

"Will the undead free us because of our timid fear of facing challenges?"

"Chiefs!"

Thrall's voice became deeper:

"Darkblade is not fighting for the human empire alone... Humanity has fallen down, the next one may be us, if we do not help them at the moment of life and death, if the night elves are facing the threat of demons, We don’t contribute, so when the tide of dark undead lands over the endless sea..."

"Who will come to help the orcs? Who will come to help us?"

"Forget it, Thrall, don't tell this group of stubborn people these, they have been fighting humans for too long, they are all blinded by hatred."

Garrosh stepped forward, clutching Thrall's shoulder. He looked at his silent father with some disappointment, and then, like venting, said aloud:

"We went to find Bain and Woking, they did not want to send troops to help, we will find a way for ourselves!"

Thrall’s refutation and Garrosh’s roar left the other chiefs speechless. The reason is simple. Every orc chieftain here can understand, but the problem is that understanding comes from understanding. The chiefs also have their own Hardship.

The most fierce chief Kargas shouted:

"Stupid little boys, you don't know anything! Humans have human troubles, we also have ours, what we are facing now is..."

"Enough! Cargas, shut up!"

Orgrim, the chieftain who had kept his eyes closed and stopped, suddenly interrupted Kargas's roar. He opened his eyes and looked at the others. After a while, he set his eyes on the three young people of Thrall, He Shen Sheng said:

"Saar, you are the warlord of the Frostwolf clan. You have legal control over the Frostwolf clan, as well as Garrosh and Dranosh. The identities of you are very sensitive. Once you make the wrong choice, It's easy to make the tribe people's hearts float... but what you said makes sense, the elimination of hatred is a must, Lothar is dead... the older generations are beginning to die, the future is yours, so... you If you want to do it, just do it!"

"But one thing! I don't allow you to mobilize all the soldiers in the current tribe. You can only recruit the soldiers you need from the reserve forces! And the number cannot exceed 3,000, understand?"

A sharp flash of light flashed in Thrall's eyes. He nodded, and then walked out of the fortress with the indignant Garrosh and the silent Dranosh, watching the young people leave their backs. Si whispered:

"Why don't you tell them the truth? If they want to inherit the position of chieftain of the tribe in the future, then they should know this..."

"It's not time, Cargas..."

Orgrim said softly:

"Our old bones can still support the tribe for another journey. Before the children really grow up, we have to clear the obstacles for them...Come on, continue to talk about things that haven't been done before, Fenris, let's talk again What your wolf cavalry found."

"Ok."

The chief of the Thunder King clan nodded, then squinted and said:

"There are more and more wars missing in Ashenvale. Three days ago, King Thunder’s scouts were attacked around the logging yard in the east of Ashenvale, but not those nasty night elves, but... Lost orc, orc."

"We have all drank the blood, and the scouts can tell the weirdness of the orcs, brothers... the demons who tricked us into drinking the blood came...and they were hiding in Ashenvale."

Cargas then said:

"The dark alley area of ​​Orgrim City has also recently resumed its activities as a lunatic who believes in demons."

"This is not the worst."

The Great Prophet Drektar said sadly:

"I am most worried now that in case the demons trick the fools who drank the demon blood to attack the night elf camp, in case they deliberately provoke the contradiction between the two communities, we can't argue for a hundred words."

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