Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

After the bowing of the Hanging Mallet Castle, a steady stream of wealth accumulated by ogres was sent to Gromashl, and with the help of the Delaney, the stronghold of the Warsong Clan also ushered in a renovation.

The new Gromashirne, the notes of countless casters and the secret books of cultivation have made this new pearl of Nagran the biggest difference from the past hanging mallet castle.

No longer just to symbolize status, but to absorb the wealth of knowledge inside, this is not the decaying center of power in the Hanging Hammer Castle, but a sacred place for future tribal members to become stronger.

Although the environment here is actually not as prosperous as the decaying hanging mallet castle.

After all, the only place in the city that can be called bustling is neither the chief's palace (a big tent?) nor the merchants' trading area.

Rather, it is a hall for spellcasters and warriors to learn.

But even so, countless businessmen and tourists who have received news still want to enter here.

"Conquest, glory. This is the most important lesson my father taught me as an orc warrior, and I probably learned it very well.

Nairgo looked up at the sky, satisfied. After conquering the whole of Nagran, even the clouds in the sky looked dazzlingly beautiful.

Presumably, in the process of meeting the souls of the ancestors later, they will be very happy and proud of the orcs today.

They have accomplished great things that have not been possible for generations.

Nelgo walked to the door of the temple and slowly watched the figure inside until his gaze spotted the figure with dull blond hair.

Coincidentally, she also noticed him.

After she instructed the trainees who wanted to learn the skills of the Salas Ranger to train themselves, she looked at Nairgo in amazement, and then seemed to think of something interesting.

"Great King, have I told you that the tribute from the Hanging Mallet Fort has been delivered, and the Hell Roaring Chief has sent your share to Fort Grobler. Sylvanas placed his hand on his chest and blinked after saluting.

"Gee. Nairgo gave him a blank look, "Leave enough gold for the normal use of the city for three months, and divide the rest among the soldiers." Speaking of this, he also seemed to remember something, "By the way, the Blade Tooth Tiger Man has more points, this is what I promised." "

At some point, Nairgo was very trustworthy, he promised that the Tiger Man would be allocated the most booty, and then he would make that happen instead of trying to deduct it.

"I thought you'd keep it for yourself." Sylvanas said jokingly, but even if he left himself, no one would say anything about him, wasn't it?

"What use do I want from them?" Nairgo looked at Sylvanas in amazement, "My current wealth is enough for my daily needs, and the excess gold is better given to the soldiers in exchange for their loyalty than to leave me with gray hair." "

After all, they don't let people plunder anymore, and if they don't give more rewards, is it the same as Yang Zhi who learned to send the birthday gang?

"Don't like gold? It's really noble. Sylvanas praised from the bottom of his heart.

In Azeroth, many Salas, even if they have lived for hundreds of years, still think about luxurious jewelry and luxurious jewelry every day, and the goblins who value wealth as their destiny need not be mentioned.

It was a contestant who desperately took gold to the netherworld to do business with the undead.

Even the adventurers who haunt the dark city are mostly fighting for money.

But this suddenly met a person who was not interested in gold, and I have to say that it surprised Sylvanas.

"It's not that I don't like gold, it's just that gold brings me too little joy. "

The joy of money is no greater in Nairgo than in Nairgo's tenth.

It is better to let him play a trick on everyone, such as exchanging gold for thousands of soldiers to turn into a white bone for wealth.

Hearing this, Sylvanas' eyes could not help but feel a little proud, not greedy for life and fearing death, even too reckless, not greedy for power, not greedy for enjoyment, not obsessed with money, and knew how to learn new things.

"Is this the most powerful warrior I have chosen?" she sees Nairgo not only as her partner, but also as her proudest fighter.

"That's right. Nairgo instructed, "I have some things that need to go to other clans recently, because you are not an orc, and it will inevitably cause misunderstandings to take you over, so the affairs in the city still have to be left to you." Hearing

this, Sylvanas' face subconsciously began to turn a little black, although her own skin was not white.

"Bastard. She cursed inwardly.

This perfect warrior began to have shortcomings in her heart, because he was too uncovetous of power

, but she could not say anything, but to scold and return to the city to deal with the backlog of documents.

She dared to say that even in the Dark City, she did not deal with government affairs every day like here.

Sylvanas' thoughts Nairgo understood that he didn't like to stay in the city and work on various documents, but it seemed that there was no one more suitable for this job than her when he had important things to do.

"I hope she can have fun. "

How could she have thought that Nairgo himself was happy,

so instead of unrealistically expecting her to find the pleasure of the right, he should get some gadgets from other clans and bring them to her as gifts."

While thinking, Nairgo strolled through the streets of Gromashl.

After a while, Nairgo looked up ahead, and in front of him stood an orc.

"Good morning, chief. Nairgo said hello.

He was about to go to Gromash, but he didn't expect to meet him directly here.

"I was going to find you. "

Looking for me?" Gromash rubbed his forehead, "let me guess if you're planning to do something big again." "

Is it a big deal to go to guest diplomats to persuade the chiefs?

Nairgo did not deny it, he told Gromash what he thought.

Domination, union.

These two words are not suitable to describe this tribe where only the Warsong Clan and the Fireblade Clan exist.

There are many powerful clans in Gorlond, Frost Fire Ridge, Arlanca Peak Forest, and even more, all of whom are members of the tribe that Nelgo envisioned.

But it is impossible to persuade them to join the tribe by means of a messenger alone.

The diplomatic ambassador of the orcs knows at any level.

(For the orc diplomat, Nairgo was most impressed by the unlucky bastard who was thrown into the fire pit by the evil orcs in the Dragon's Throat Fortress.)

So he did not believe that a messenger could persuade these ambitious chiefs, and for this situation Nelgo was prepared to go to their territory to persuade them personally.