Civilization of Azeroth: Start the Great Pyramid

The latest website: The three chieftains who built their reputation on the pile of bones were separated by Ner'zhul's extremely easy spell.

In the orc society that worships the strong, people's attitude towards Ner'zhul suddenly took a 180-degree turn, and the shaman chieftain led them back.

Only Talon Gorefiend was skeptical in his heart, and the death knight did not believe much in Ner'zhul's statement that the spirit of the ancestors and the power of the shaman had returned to him.

He realized that what happened to Ner'zhul might have something to do with the Eye of Dalaran, but Talon Gorefiend himself wasn't sure whether it was a blessing or a curse.

On the one hand, he was happy to see Ner'zhul's ability to integrate the orcs, but on the other hand, he was worried that Ner'zhul's sudden strength would come back to him.

Of course, these are not important anymore. Ner'zhul has already conquered the three chiefs with the hand just now, and made a plan to restart the conquest of Azeroth.

While the orcs were planning to gather the army, the former army of the alliance was officially formed, and an army of 10,000 people marched towards the south under the leadership of Danas Trollbane.

From the Burning Steppes, there is a road that runs through the eastern Redridge Mountains and leads directly into the Swamp of Sorrows.

"We got a battle report from the front that said..."

When passing Redridge Mountain, the strong mountain wind blew Danas loudly so that the people around him could hear it.

"The world where the orcs live is desolate and has nothing. Seven years ago, the orcs could secretly accumulate power because we didn't know it.

Now as long as they dare to appear outside the gate of darkness, they will be mercilessly attacked by us! I just can't figure out how the orcs can beat us in a world with no potential for war.

Li Deduhu has prepared so many logistical materials for us, in my opinion, it is completely superfluous. After all, this Duhu has never commanded a large corps to fight, so it is understandable that he will be nervous. "

Riding on the steed's sorrel steed, Danas turned sideways to the military observer from Zandalar, speaking to Hertaz.

Hurtaz was riding a raptor, a specialty of Zandalar, and could easily keep up with the warhorse where Danas sat down. For what Danas said, Hurtaz deciphered some subtexts.

"You mean that there are not enough orcs, and the war can be over soon?"

Danaston was stunned for a moment, but Hurtaz did say what he was thinking. But as a general, his duty as a soldier requires him to pay attention to his enemies.

"I didn't say that!"

Danas immediately waved his hand to the Zandalar military observers, as if to make up for what he just said, but Hurtaz just looked at Danas with a smile on his face.

After looking at each other for three seconds, Danas reluctantly admitted his point of view.

"Let me put it this way, if the orcs can endure the war with us for more than three months, I, Danas Trollbane, am willing to serve as a squire for Lord Li Dedu!"

Hearing Danas' joke, Hurtaz also laughed out loud.

After that, the two didn't speak again. The wind was too strong during the march, but Hurtaz took out a notebook from his pocket and wrote on the back of the raptor:

'The first ten days of the month, the fifth day, sunny and windy.

Danas Thorbane, a man from the Torrent Kingdom, has quite a wealth of military experience. He predicted that the war with the orcs would soon be over.

As a digression, this general seems to have some opinions on the new leader of the alliance, and of course I have some similar opinions.

Compared to traditional military rations, compressed biscuits and canned bacon are indeed much stronger. I just want to ask Li Deduhu, is there a lot of supplies that have been prepared for us for half a year at one time?

If you let me eat canned bacon for half a year...it's a nightmare, I think I'll miss the barbecue at the Baishang Market...

Hopefully General Danas' assertion is correct. ’

Being able to find himself a noble position as a military observer through Zandalar's foreign affairs department, Hertaz's identity is undoubtedly a noble. If the nobles have to eat canned military rations for several months and half a year, Jin Gui's stomach will definitely protest.

But in fact, among ordinary soldiers, they are very satisfied with the new rations and uniforms. The soldiers of the Alliance took a bite of compressed biscuits and a can of bacon and drove to the Swamp of Sorrows.

Everyone thought this war was nothing more than a dying struggle for the orcs, who were no harder to deal with than their enemies in the previous two orc wars.

It's just that even Li De, who was fully prepared in the rear, did not expect that the enemy they encountered this time would be much more complicated than imagined.

Still on the Nagrand Prairie, Ner'zhul had won the support of the orcs with his "shamanic power" stronger than ever, and Ner'zhul was receiving a guest at this time.

Deathwing was a black-haired aristocrat in elegant dress, sitting face to face with Ner'zhul, and Talon Gorefiend stood between them like a waiter.

"I heard about you, and I am very interested in working with you."

As Ner'zhul spoke, he pushed the bowl of mushroom soup toward the guests with his long fingernails.

Mushrooms have special psychedelic magical powers, and many primitive shamans in ancient times needed to use them to channel.

It's just that the later shamans really mastered the power of elements, and the backward things like mushrooms are no longer favored by shamans.

A few still drink mushroom soup, but they are just used to its taste, such as Ner'zhul.

"Thank you, and I'm amazed by your experience. If you want more power..."

Unconsciously, Deathwing began to be confused, but Ner'zhul was not affected at all.

"Okay, let's get down to business. You want this bad world, although you can get it.

To be fair, you should also give us an equivalent price.

You cooperate with the orcs, but you also bring strong enemies to the orcs. "

"So my offer is a whole new world, and the Eye of Dalaran is already in your hands.

Talon Gorefiend, the Staff of Sargeras, knows where it is. As for the Art of Medivh, I will get it for you.

With these three artifacts in place, it's up to you to conquer Azeroth or find a new world. "

Ner'zhul shook his head.

"No, that's not enough.

Go or stay, orcs need war. Whatever the ultimate fate of the orcs, blood should have its place.

The Orc army now needs to be armed and fleshed out, or it won't be enough to fight the Alliance. "

After a few years of despair, Ner'zhul finally understood the race of orcs:

It doesn't matter if you win or lose, the important thing is to participate in the process.

Whether it's conquering Azeroth or opening up a new world, as long as most orcs are happy, there will be no trouble.

What Ner'zhul wanted Deathwing to solve at the moment ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ was the problem of "happiness to fight". The orcs were obviously unhappy with this amount of war supplies.

"This request is not difficult. I will bring a lot of war materials to the orcs."

Aspects of dragons have a common hobby, collecting vast amounts of wealth and treasure. Now that these external things are useless, Deathwing decided to take the massive treasure to buy war supplies for the orcs and buy more time for himself.

"Talon said that you are almost a public enemy in Azeroth. Will someone sell you war supplies?"

Ner'zhul asked with some doubts, but looked at Deathwing with a mysterious smile.

"You have much to learn to conquer Azeroth.

In Azeroth, there is a magical race. For gold coins, they were even willing to sell the rope on which they were hanged. "

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