Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

After leaving this filthy slave enclosure, the orc messenger followed the ogre on the triumphal road, which is said to be the longest stretch of the Hanging Hammer Castle, and can even pass through most of the city.

"Ahem, I wonder how far your palace is?" The messenger asked as he looked at the ogres who did not hide their disgust.

"Not far away, right there, the great Cathenon." The ogre's cold face looked at the palace in the distance, and a hint of pride flashed in his eyes.

The messenger walked up the hill, followed the ogre's finger, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned, full of arcane brilliance, it was a huge and majestic rock palace, the most glorious city in the world besides Shatas, and it was also the target they wanted to conquer this time: the top of the Hanging Mallet Castle.

"You orcs have never seen such a magnificent city, have you?" He said.

Although I don't know what a corrupt country that has been attacked by the city has anything to be proud of, the messenger also understands.

After all, they used him as a barbarian, but they themselves were reduced to fighting with barbarians at the same negotiating table.

The face left by the ancestors has been lost, and people are not allowed to comfort themselves?

But the messenger was also merciless, he sneered and said: "I may not have seen it, but if you want to say that the orcs have not seen it, it is not true." "

Oh?" The ogre was interested, and he said with some malice: "You don't mean those slaves, right?" Yes, they came here to work as coolies and opened their eyes to such magnificent cities and palaces.

The ogres laughed.

"I'm talking about my ancestors." The messenger also smiled, "He also came to your capital city before, but at that time your capital city was still Gauria City.

"After he once went to the city of Cauria, my family has passed down his description of the city of Cauria, saying that it is much grander than the castle of the hanging mallet today."

"I just don't know where Gauria City is now?" The messenger sneered, "Can you point it out to me on the map?" The

ogre stopped talking, and predictably, the messenger was offended to death.

Walking the triumphal road and passing the slaughterhouse, the ogre takes the messenger all the way to the beach of Gauria.

"Do you hear the water?" The messenger said: "It seems that this place is suitable for the construction of a pier. "

Why did Hell Roar send a talker to be a messenger?

The ogre councilor said in an unkind tone: "Hanging Mallet Harbor is not far from this beach. "

Wait, what am I talking to him for? Orcs still want to get into the water? Thinking of this, the ogre councilor closed his mouth and said no more.

Everyone knows that orcs almost never sail, they are almost all dry ducks, and bathing is an amazing move for them.

"No wonder they always have the smell of dirt on them." The ogre councillor thought maliciously.

Not far away, it was another hillside, and there were many such hills and stairs in the triumphal path, but the difference was that there were many mages guarding this hillside.

They looked at the orcs without speaking, and the ogre councilor who walked in the front nodded to them, even if it was a greeting.

Step into the palace.

"This is the messenger of the orcs." The ogre councillor explained to two two clumsy, huge one-eyed demons who had no neck at all.

The two one-eyed demons were promoted only after Valego's death was confirmed, probably because they were so stupid that the Fuhrer Margauk trusted them abnormally.

This is probably because they struggle to even speak, so they simply do not know that the orders of the Fuhrer can be disobeyed?

The councillor shook his head and threw out the disrespectful thoughts inside, and he greeted these fellow cannibal magicians and stepped into the Carthenon Temple.

On the throne in the temple, Margauk sat on it and looked down at the orc messengers who walked in, and the lawbreakers and guards on the side lined up to guard, and in a "friendly" atmosphere, the orc messengers sent cordial greetings to the ogre king.

"Hell Roar, let me bring you a message, do you want to live or die."

"It's so arrogant!" The ogres glared angrily at him, but the messenger did not change his face, which was Gromash's exact words, either open the door and offer the city, or prepare for battle.

"That's all I said, nothing else?" Malgauk's eyes narrowed, it seemed that these orcs had no fear, they already thought that they had eaten the castle of the hanging mallet.

"Said." The messenger raised his head and looked Malgauk directly into the eyes.

"Then go on."

"King Nelgo asked me to ask you." The orc messenger paused, he was a little annoyed, the chief and the king gave them a way to live, but they did not think so. "Now that the soldiers are coming to the city, ask Ru and others whether to fight or surrender?"

"It's quite kind." Malgauk interpreted the meaning of orcs through messengers.

They do not ask for territory, nor do they ask for tribute, they just surrender to them from the castle of the hanging gavel.

His two heads began to diverge in thought, but it was manageable.

"What are you still thinking?" The messenger exclaimed, "Submit to the chieftain and you will gain life, but you will resist and die."

But before Margauk could speak, he saw an ogre with an angry look and said: "Now there are still the sounds of catapults firing and shamanic attacks outside the city, this is the sincerity of your peace?" The

messenger snorted, "The attack will not stop until you announce your surrender."

"Damn orcs, Hell Roar may not care about your life, but what about those slaves in the city?" Another burly congressman spoke.

"There is not a single living orc slave in the Hanging Mallet Fort at the moment, and I have already attended their funeral when I came." He glanced at one ogre around him, "If they die, you will also be sent to accompany them on the day the city is broken." The

messenger pulled out a scroll from the package around his waist.

"What are you going to do!"

"Guard!"

Looking at their terrified looks, the messenger couldn't help but smile, this is an ogre?

Unable to say boo to a goose.

In the guarded eyes of the ogres around him, he smiled and said, "This is not a weapon.

"This is Nagran's map, can you take a look, are there reinforcements to help you?" He unfolded the map and threw it on the ground to make sure the ogres could see the markings.

Red and purple symbolize the orc and ogre spheres of influence, respectively.

On it, from Nagran to Tarado to Shadow Moon Valley, almost the entire world has the power of orcs, but the purple color that symbolizes the castle of the hanging mallet is only a little, and it is divided into several small pieces by the orcs.

"But we are different, all orcs, elements, and delaney will be our backup."

He sneered: "You may not be afraid of death, but what about your descendants, is it the same?" "