Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

"Starting today, this long war is finally coming to an end." Even Nairgo couldn't help but be a little excited, his father's death, the blood of his people will be cut off from today.

The ogre must kneel!

Sitting on the black wolf, Nairgo drove it towards the location of the front-line camp.

Outside the camp, soldiers who had been waiting for a long time saw his army and hurried to greet him.

"Salute to you, King!"

I don't know who said this first, one by one the orcs responded, and Nairgo nodded to them.

Nairgo looked at the camp called Mogol, no, it should be considered a fortress, and the hard workers were still fortifying him, I really don't know what kind of magnificent buildings will appear here in the end.

However, it should not be seen that the day when he is completely repaired, because before that, the decisive battle will inevitably begin.

It's just a temporary camp.

Nairgo did not stop sighing at the orc's ability to move, he walked straight forward, looking at the other buildings inside.

Barracks, warehouses, animal pens and blacksmith shops.

Countless weapons were carried out by hard laborers and placed in warehouses or training grounds, and Delaney's technicians were also instructing the orcs to build large weapons such as trebuchets.

Looking at the flags in the camp, Nelgo suddenly remembered what Gromash had said to him before.

"We will build an army of 20,000 people."

Well, looking at this situation, even if he said that there were 50,000, he would probably believe it.

"Did the chief say where we were going to station?" Nairgo asked Sylvanas, and had to say that he did have a lot less things after having her.

Sylvanas handed him a scroll, "Hell Roar says to camp you in the clearing to the east.

"Well, that's it." Sylvanas commanded his officers to get there and set up tents, and they had more important things to do.

Knock knock.

The orc's war drums sounded, and Nelgo walked to the largest tent with some excitement.

And who wouldn't be excited? This is where the ancient hatred will finally end.

Sylvanas understood his feelings, although she did not have a deep hatred for ogres, but compared her heart to heart, if she participated in the siege of Zuaman when she was a ranger general, she was about to see the Amani troll, those ugly monsters die. I'm afraid I'll be so excited, right?

"You know what?" Nairgo told her, "When my father was alive, he thought that one day orcs would conquer ogres. "

Understood." Sylvanas shrugged, "My mother had similar thoughts.

"It's a pity that the ogre is going to lose, but he can't see it." Nairgo shook his head, "But I'll help him witness this."

Inside the big tent, Hell roared and nodded to him, "Okay, everyone has arrived."

Nairgo looked around.

The paladin sent by the Delaney, oh yes, should be called the garrison.

Lantreso of the Fire Blade Clan also had two Sword Saints standing behind him.

As well as himself and Sylvanas.

"Hello." The Delaney people were friendly, and he greeted the beautiful lady of unknown ethnicity beside him, "May the Holy Light bless you."

"If the Holy Light blesses me, I am really not good." Sylvanas thought to herself, this Delaney made her feel like she had seen the Human Priest and the Silver Hand Paladin.

"You too, the ancestors will bless you." Nairgo responded, "What's your name?" "

Marlad." The corners of Mallad's mouth curved, "The Prophet sent me to assist you. "

Marlad." Nairgo read the name a few words in his heart, and seemed to have some impressions.

Looking at the crystal-like warhammer in his hand again, he remembered.

This is also an NPC that occupies a lot of scenes in the plot, and in a sense he is also the nemesis of the orcs.

But now it is the person on their side, but the world is really impermanent.

"I've heard of you." Nairgo asked, "But I remember you should be there in Shadow Moon Valley, Iroh..."

Marlad explains: "Although I often live there, there are exceptions to everything, don't I?

"Quite so." Nairgo nodded.

"All right, guys." Gromash, with his somewhat thin body, stood up, looked at them and said, "This war is over, and we have time to make small talk."

His chest fell together looking very excited, "I am going to besiege their city in three days, how are your soldiers prepared?"

"Your soldiers are ready." Lantreso said truthfully, apparently seeing himself as a member of the tribe that Gromash was about to establish, that he was king and that he was a courtier.

"As soon as the war begins, the Sword Saint will quickly kill their threatening mage."

"Good." Gromash asked Marlad again, "Mar, Mallad." After

Gromash struggled to say his name in the strange Delaney language, Marrad said softly: "Orc language is fine, I can understand it."

His orc language made Gromash grin, and since he had said so, he didn't have to torture himself by speaking their language, he said, "Is there a problem with weapons?" "

The Delaney sent mostly technicians and priests, and they were few in number, and Gromash naturally did not intend to let them go to the front, they only needed to take care of the logistics.

"No problem." Marlad shook his head, it was just what he wanted to do without going into battle, the Delaney people were already a little repulsive to war, and it was a good thing for them not to go to the battlefield.

As for Nelgo, there is naturally no problem, those cows and horses under him, ah, they are mule and horse elite soldiers, but they have long been ready.

............

The orcs' intentions were not hidden, and the entire Hanging Mallet Fort could be said to have known that they were coming when the orcs began to set up camp in the place shortly before the Hanging Hammer Castle.

At that time, the battle was already underway.

The ogre mages and the orc shamans fought fiercely.

Today you control the landslide and smash my camp, tomorrow I drive lightning to bomb your walls.

In the shadow of the war, many strong Gauria people had been recruited into the army by their ruler Margauk, even the untouchables, although the king of witchcraft looked down on them, but after all, it was time for them to shed their blood.

The Lord of Witchcraft left the summit of the Hanging Hammer Castle, the silhouette of the magnificent terrace, the Führer's Throne, and he came to the place where the untouchables lived, watching the untouchables around him show his eloquence.

"My compatriots..." Malgauk smiled warmly and sincerely, telling these Gauria people he despised about the splendor of Gauria and the glory of the Hanging Mallet Castle, and hoped that they would enthusiastically join the army and join the army and contribute all their value to the glory of the Hanging Hammer Castle.