Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

[These chapters of the Hanging Hammer Castle may feel very inky, but I want to explain that this is a boss-level large group book after all, so I want to write in detail, such as the gambling of the orcs in the face of war, and the power struggle of ogres]

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Broken stars, cracked earth, metal colliding.

The flesh and blood of the warriors turned into dust, and the bones of the wolves rotted and stinked.

Looking at the unfamiliar environment around him, he touched his face, "That's not right!

He immediately got up and looked around, a simple tent, a somewhat dirty animal skin, and a world that looked like an abyss.

"You disappointed me." He saw the figure of his adoptive father Ruzo appear.

Ruzo walked up to him, his voice shrill and harsh, "You said you would make the orcs go to one victory after another, but now?

"Even children were conscripted, but we were defeated under the gavel." He said in disgust: "Shaman? Exaggerated liar!

"You don't deserve to be the king of the orcs! You are not worthy to lead us either!

One orc after another appeared, some of them blind, some with broken hands, and some with scars on their faces, but they all had one thing in common, these orcs were all war song orcs, all orcs he knew.

They walked towards an abyss, and in front of the abyss, mysterious men in hoods handed them one gift after another.

But there are exceptions, there is an orc, a child, who is very young and has scars on his face that should not have appeared, who stands in front of Nairgo and asks: "Will we win?"

Nelgo wanted to say yes, but looking around, he couldn't say it.

"I see." Like everyone else, he was ready to accept the gift that would bring victory.

"Nope!!" Waking up from his nightmare, his breathing seemed so heavy in the silence of the room.

With his eyes open, Nairgo realized that he had another nightmare, unlike other shamans' dreams, there was no hope in his dreams, no truth, and his dreams were painful endings.

Sometimes, he dreamed of battles under Shattas years later, and although he had never seen the orcs and Delaney meet each other, in his dreams he clearly watched the orcs find the hidden Delaney in the streets.

Sometimes, he also dreams that now, the orcs have returned from a defeat in the Hanging Mallet Castle, and the ogres are furiously chasing and killing every orc, leaving the Warsong Clan in a catastrophe.

Delaney has already joined the tribe, the ogre will not win, drinking the demon blood is a false illusion, dreams are anti-and false.

Nairgo told himself, and he got up from the simple and simple bed.

In his past life or in this life, he never dreamed, let alone had nightmares.

During these years of orc life, Nairgo only knew that when his eyes were closed and opened again, it was dawn. But now nightmares are becoming more and more frequent.

But he couldn't let anyone see the nightmare he was suffering and the uneasiness hidden in his heart.

"Orcs do not fail." He repeated the phrase, over and over again, until finally he yelled it out.

He finally felt a little better.

He walked out of the tent, and now dawn was approaching, and the orcs were gradually getting up, and his roar just now did not disturb anyone's sleep, and even someone shouted "For the chief!" like him after hearing it! He

left the tent and patrolled around the orc's camp.

Armoury, blacksmith shop, animal pens... When Nelgo's footsteps had almost inspected the entire camp, not only ordinary orcs, but even those child soldiers woke up.

Looking at these child soldiers, he felt a little guilty in his heart, he thought that this was the reason for his painful nightmare, he took these underage children into the battlefield, if it was really the same as in the dream, he was the future sinner of the War Song Clan.

"Cheers for the king!"

"King Nelgo!"

"Nice to meet you."

Unexpectedly, they had no grudges against him, no hatred, and they and their loved ones were looking at him with adoring eyes.

Nairgosh looked at the small children who were talking. They stared at him with wide eyes and circled around him, and although they were still sucking their fingers, they were already wearing small armor.

This made them look a little funny, no, the funniest should be him, he stretched out his hand to put the masks of these children on them, with these hideous masks, these children no longer seem harmless to humans and animals, but more like real nomadic soldiers.

Nelgo's gaze briefly met the orc next to him, "Are you their father?"

"Yes, my lord." The older orc nodded and said to him excitedly: "My wife gave birth to four children to me, and I'm glad these brats can take up arms..."

He was a little speechless, he said a lot, and introduced his children like Nairgo, if it was usual, Nelgo might nod perfunctorily, he was very busy and did not have the heart to pay attention to these little ones.

But now, he not only carefully remembered every sentence, but also said something from time to time.

This flattered this warrior.

"Do you complain about me?" Nairgo asked, "Resent me for sending your child to battle."

"Don't worry, you can say boldly, I can understand, after all, if I were you, I would be sharpening the axe at home by now."

Nelgo understood very well, with his own people, he had just reached adulthood, and even underage children were taken into battle, but the stone man opened his eyes again, and the fox spat out words.

"Will we win?" Before the warrior could speak, his iron-masked child asked him in a childish voice.

"Will we win?"

Nairgo remembered that nightmare, and a trace of sweat began to appear on him, was that a prophecy? Impossible, what is this sign? Hint that I will fail?

"Will we win?" He asked again.

"Yes, I will lead you to one victory after another." Nairgo stared at him and thought to himself, "Whether that's my destiny or not."

The child seemed very happy, and he said to his father: "The king said we will win, then we will definitely win!"

His father also smiled and said to his children: "When you grow up, your son, and the brothers in your mother's arms, will be proud of us, we are the conquerors of the Hanging Hammer Castle, and they will regret that they did not have time to participate in this war." "

Will it? It will definitely be.

Everyone will remember this battle, which symbolized the beginning of the orc domination of the earth.

Nairgo left the space to the family, he didn't know if he was right or wrong, but he thought he had to do something, and his feet led him to a tent where soldiers were treated, where wounded soldiers would be treated by doctors and priests.

Nelgo walked into a tent and watched the orcs on the bed discussing the meaning of this war with the priest who treated him, he didn't know what to do, did he go in and brainwash them like they were promoting the justice and necessity of this war? Or silent avoidance?

Finally, he lifted the tent, came to the pastor Delaney, and whispered, "Is there anything I can help with?" "