Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

Nine years before the Dark Gate, Nelgo's alliance with Delaney on behalf of the Warsong Clan paid off.

A large number of craftsmen from Shattas were sent to Gromashir and Fort Grobler to teach their exquisite skills, while a significant number of orcs from the Warsong clan chose to go to Delaney's territory to learn their knowledge.

Messengers, caravans, scholars... In the steppe of Nagran, you can see them coming and going between the three cities.

The closer and closer contact brought not fear, nor awe, under the politeness and frankness of the Delaney, there were few war songs, fireblade orcs who were hostile to them, and even orcs who understood their holy light?

In short, under the constraints of the oath, Gromash and all the orcs who witnessed the covenant had ignored their differences and treated these aliens as a reasonably reliable compatriot.

Gromash expressed great satisfaction with this situation, his ancestor was famous for hunting Goron, and although he already had the name of "The Plague of Nagran" at a young age, it was not enough, he wanted to achieve great things like his ancestors and become a legendary hero for posterity.

And now looking up, it seems that the Hanging Hammer Fort has crumbled, if he can obtain the reputation of the Hanging Hammer Fort as a conqueror, then even when he sees his ancestors after death, he can tell his story without shame, right?

He, Gromash, will not bring shame to the clan, he will add another stroke to the glory of the Hell Roaring family.

He wanted to let the Gorka who was looking at him in heaven know what a real wolf would do.

And Nairgo is the same, his ambition is not only the little Nagran, he has a simple view of disobedience and death for the obstructing "little monster" like the ogre.

He also wants to let Ruzo know the information that the ogre has yielded, so that the ogre is completely reduced to a servant.

The two hit it off, Fort Grobler, a fortress to limit the Ogre's expansion, his strategic role had long been replaced, and Gromash wanted to build a camp closer to the Hanging Mallet Fort, and the former front line was now even a large rear.

Workers wield miners' hoes and obtained materials from the earth as the shaman communicated with the earth elements.

Blacksmiths wield hammers and crafted spears, bows, and axes that were far more powerful than their existing spears under the guidance of Delaney technicians.

Warriors train day and night, hunters return with a full load in the wild every day, and all strive to conquer the Hanging Mallet Fort.

Shamans travel to and from various settlements to coordinate elements to bless the orcs with good weather and rain, so that the fields of farmers are abundant in grain, and the pastures of herders are rich in water and grass.

Now, the time seems to be almost there.

On the training ground, as one of the commanders of the upcoming battle, Nairgo looked at these recruits who were about to go into battle.

Unlike the young orcs who were physically strong at first glance in the past, these orcs not only had a large number of children, but some even had not even touched weapons a few times, and they were recruits among recruits.

"It's unexpected." Even Sylvanas said, "I thought the orcs were all like your soldiers."

"They're all kids, it's inevitable." Nelgo retorted, although he also felt that they were young, some were still some time away from adulthood, and it was a little too early to enter the battlefield at this age.

What about him, it's a big deal not to let them go into battle, my soldiers, I said or not? It's also good to have them get some training.

"At least they have a full armor." Nelgo said with some sigh: "Look at these bright glowing plate armor, which is much stronger than the armor we used at that time to put together those Delaney armor pieces." "

How long has it been?"

Not only them, under the advanced technology of the Delaney people, the orcs can now almost be said to have one set of armor, and some people even have three or four sets, which are almost full in terms of defense.

“lok—tar！" (Victory!) ）

“lok—tar！" (Victory!)

Amid the triumphant roar of these recruits, Nairgo looked down in thought.

"What are you thinking?" Sylvanas noticed her partner, and she whispered in his ear, "These little orcs will not go into battle, and Gromash and the clan are precious to the clansmen now." "

Yes, even those small, unshapely baby clans who are born will not choose to drown them, on the one hand, the clans now have enough food reserves to support them.

On the other hand, after contacting Delaney, the orcs suddenly found that these thin orcs also have their own uses, what a waste to drown! If you can't fight, you can hit the screws! If you can't enter the battlefield, you will enter the factory.

Pity these newborn orcs before they realize what they are called, and they are first arranged by the clan for their future fate.

"It's not." Nelgo is not thinking about orcs, it is time, it is the time when the door of darkness opens, the longer time drags on, the greater the threat from Guldan, he has already delivered letters to Neozu and other chiefs, but will they listen?

Was it deceived by the combination of Kilgardan and Guldan like the original plot?

Forget it, it's useless to think, what's the use of thinking so much without hitting the hanging mallet castle? It's just asking for trouble.

Thinking of this, Nairgo smiled, "Speaking of the Hanging Castle, I think of a treasure." "

Treasure?" Sylvanas looked at him, was it her delusion? How Nelgo laughed a little sinisterly.

"Yes, a treasure that is enough for me to twist Guldan's head with my own hands."

How can an ordinary ogre head be worthy of him? His war drums need to be updated, and Guldan's head seems to be good, as does the King of Witchcraft in the Hanging Mallet Castle.

Nelgo thought a little arrogantly, even if the war had not yet begun, he had already figured out how to distribute the spoils.

How else? Nobody thinks they're going to fail, right?

"I have to remind you." Sylvanas said: "Guldan's evil spell power is not ordinary, we are getting stronger, and he will not be idle. "

Sylvanas has seen warlocks and attacked Azeroth like the Burning Legion in her world, but it's just a little different from what Nelgo remembers.

She was very impressed by the rapidly improving spell caster of the warlock, and the witch doctors of the savage troll of Zuaman could easily suppress Quilsalas just by learning evil spells and becoming a warlock, and in front of their evil arts, Silvermoon City almost fell.

"No matter what world, warlocks are just as annoying." Sylvanas said with a frown.

If it weren't for the Amani troll who was messing with the Legion and weakened the defenses of Silvermoon City, how could that damn Alsace break through her defenses?

How did she become like this?

"No, no, no, the treasure I am talking about is the treasure that can resist the warlock." Nairgo sighed: "Titan creation. "