12. The plan of the orcs---the brothers of Wei [25/30]
Three days later, Alterac Valley.
"I really can't believe you invited us here just to persuade us to surrender!"
The angry Chief of the Warsong Clan, Grom, punched the wooden table in front of him and roared at Orgrim and Drek'Thar:
"Did your previous failures make you incompetent? Or have you run out of ideas? Kneel down and beg humans to let us live? Go to hell! I won't do that!"
This brave chief is still as powerful as before, but if you observe carefully, it is not difficult to find that Grom's tall body has also lost a lot of weight, and his eyes are always blood red.
, shining with a hint of exhaustion that could not be concealed.
The demonic blood was not only tormenting the imprisoned orc prisoners, it was also tormenting this brave chief, but he was determined and used his will to force himself not to collapse.
"Me neither."
Fenris, the chief of the Thunder King clan sitting next to Grom, held a ferocious dagger in his hand. He cut off a piece of the barbecue in front of him and said in a gloomy tone while eating:
"We have already breached two-thirds of the prisoner-of-war camps in the Arathi Highlands. We have proven that we can defeat mankind. Since we can get things through fighting, why do we have to be humble and ask for them?"
"No true chief would make such a disgusting choice."
Chief Kargath of the Shattered Hand rarely attended this meeting of chiefs. He sat in the corner and stared at the silent Orgrim with mocking eyes:
"This is our second warchief. I heard that you almost conquered Lordaeron? You were only one step away from victory. Perhaps it was your cowardice that allowed victory to slip away from your hands."
The large tent was filled with all kinds of contemptuous glances. The overseers who came with the chiefs whispered, and from time to time, malicious glances fell on Orgrim and Drek'Thar.
"But if it's the Frostwolf clan, I can understand why you made this decision."
Fenris sneered:
"After all, you have always been so cowardly, even Blackhand can't look down on you."
"Everyone."
In a very embarrassing scene, Orgrim finally spoke. He prevented himself from looking at the contemptuous eyes of the chiefs. He just whispered:
"Do you feel like you won in the Arathi Highlands?"
"certainly!"
Grom Hellscream said arrogantly:
"Those humans can't stop us at all. With just one charge, the defenders of the prisoner of war camp will be dispersed at a glance. Although their heavy cavalry is brave, it is not as fast as our wolf cavalry. War on the grassland is not
They have the final say."
"And if the stingy Shattered Hand clan could have joined us earlier, maybe the Arathi Highlands would be dominated by the orcs now."
This taunt made Kargas, who was sitting in the corner, snort coldly. He used his ferocious black fist blade to shape his long black hair, and replied nonchalantly:
"I have never been in the habit of treating my soldiers as cannon fodder. Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking, Grommash. Everyone is struggling to survive in this world now. Every soldier is precious. I miss you too."
I can help you, really, but the ogre forces in the deserted land are very rampant, and black dragons appear from time to time... I must first ensure the lives of my people."
"Besides, Grim Batol is not far from the Arathi Highlands. When the Dragonmaw clan was destroyed, I didn't see a single Warsong orc running to help."
"Stop making noise!"
Orgrim waved his hand, drawing everyone's attention back to himself. He looked at the chiefs in front of him, and it seemed that he had returned to the days when he led the tribe to conquer the Eastern Continent. However, the old chief quickly sobered up.
Coming over, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Grom:
"Do you really think you won?"
"Stop talking nonsense! Orgrim, you loser!"
Chief Warsong has lost interest in this kind of riddles and questions. He puts his fists on the table and waits for Orgrim and Drek'Thar:
"Just say what you want to say! Don't challenge my patience!"
"Demon blood, this is what I want to say."
Orgrim looked at Grom in front of him:
"You are much weaker than before. Even if you try your best to hide it, I can still see the weakness of your body. Grommash, it is torturing you, weakening you from the bones, and it will howl in your brain every night.
, this curse has been fulfilled, you, the strongest among us, have begun to weaken, so what about the others?"
"I didn't! I'm not the weak one, don't talk nonsense!"
Grom waited for Orgrim with a threatening look, and he gritted his teeth and said:
"I can still chop off your head now, easily!"
"I can tell you're lying."
The Great Shaman, who had been silent for a long time, said something slowly, causing Grom to subconsciously grab the blood roar of the battle ax at hand.
"Bang"
At this moment, Orgrim suddenly stood up, smashed the cup in front of him with one fist, and shouted to everyone in front of him:
"Stop lying to yourself!"
"Five years ago, I took my soldiers and penetrated all the human countries! At that time, the orcs were almost invincible. Look at you now. The two major clans have joined forces to even defeat Storm, the weakest person in the human kingdom.
Even Gard can't be killed! If the war hadn't gone smoothly, with your character, Grommash, would you have been so eager to help other clans join your chariot?"
"None of us are fools!"
The former great chief's roar echoed in the tent, but at this moment, when the secret was revealed, no one stood up to refute him.
"The orcs are no longer the orcs they used to be. We can no longer defeat the human army as easily as before. You only know that there are nearly 200,000 orcs on this continent, but do you know how many humans there are on this continent? That's
Dozens of times more powerful than us! You’re just fighting a war you have no hope of winning!”
"This is why I called you here, and this is why I can endure your ridicule and still sit here!"
The veins on Orgrim's neck popped out, and he waved his hands, venting all the anger and unwillingness in his heart:
"We can't go into an all-out war with humans! At least not until the problem of demonic blood is solved! Grommash, I know you are not willing to give in, but I ask you to calm down now and don't look for trouble like a naughty child who has not grown up.
An excuse!"
Facing Orgrim's question, Grom gritted his teeth and retorted:
"The body may become weak, but our warriors can completely use their own will..."
"Will can't feed you! Will can't make you invulnerable! Will can't even help you win this war!"
Orgrim interrupted Grom's rebuttal arrogantly. His stern eyes swept over the people in front of him, and he said in a deep voice:
"Accept the reality, we must use another way to preserve our last inheritance. Don't forget that we sacrificed so much in the first place. Why did we open the Dark Door? We just want a place big enough to accommodate us...
Now, we have found that place!"
The great shaman Drektar handed the animal skin in his hand to the other chiefs. He coughed lightly and said:
"In this world, it's not just the eastern continent. On the opposite side of the Endless Sea, the warrior Rexxar has discovered for us the situation on the continent of Kalimdor. There are many ownerless wild lands there, and there is no human influence there.
, we can completely rebuild our civilization there, pull out our feet from the quagmire of the Eastern Continent, and start a new life with our people."
"Even a child knows that we cannot live by fighting for the rest of our lives."
Drek'Thar's voice was not loud, but with the help of elemental power, it was clearly transmitted to the ears of every chief attending the meeting, along with the animal skins written by Rexxar about the situation on the continent of Kalimdor.
Passing between the chiefs and the governors, an atmosphere of silence enveloped the tent.
No one wanted to say anything at this time, because Orgrim revealed a cruel reality that could not be concealed. They really had no way to win this war, but everyone had the same idea as Grom, a real
Orcs believe in dying in battle, and they are reluctant to admit their weakness and powerlessness.
But silence always has to be broken. Seeing Grom, Fenris and Kargath no longer talking, Orgrim shrugged and continued:
"I know what you are thinking, but don't worry, I will not be stupid enough to hand over my weapons and kneel on the ground to pray for human kindness. Before we decide to negotiate with them, we need to show off our muscles first, so I will bring frost with me.
The warriors of the Wolf Clan join you, Grommash."
Grom raised his head suddenly, a trace of joy flashed in his eyes, but soon Orgrim explained:
"It's just temporary. I will join you, and I will help you persuade other small clans to join. We must end the war in Arathi Highlands as soon as possible, break all prisoner of war camps, and release all our compatriots.
Come out... wait until we become one, wait until the Alliance faces the fact that the Third War is about to begin, wait until they feel the terror brought by the orcs again, then that will be the real time for negotiation."
"We don't want to go to war, but we must threaten them with war! There are many problems within the alliance now. Gilneas and Quel'Thalas have left the alliance and they are falling apart. This is our advantage, but we have to restrain our behavior.
Chiefs, wanton killing is a disease of the old tribe, since we need to negotiate, we have to capture more prisoners!"
"If it is not necessary, we can no longer kill people casually. We must leave room for both parties. Do you understand what I mean?"
Grom and Fenris did not answer. The one who really stood up to refute was Kargas, the cruel chief of the Shattered Hand clan, stood up, walked to the table, and looked at Orgrim mockingly:
"You are playing your tricks again, leading us onto the battlefield and sacrificing the lives of warriors, but you can't give us any promises! Just like the failed tribe, you are a coward, Orgrim!
You acted impassioned and wise in front of us, holding everything in hand, because you were not the one who sent those soldiers to the battlefield!"
"I will not obey you! I will not obey a coward! I will not beg for mercy from the alliance like you!"
"Shut up!"
Orgrim suddenly jumped on the table, took a few steps quickly, and choked the unsuspecting Kargath. At the moment the table overturned, Chief Shatterhand was killed by the angry Orgrim in full view of everyone.
Pinned to the ground, the former chief's eyes were already bloodshot. He looked at Kargas fiercely and roared:
"I am qualified enough to be impassioned because I...I will be the first one to step onto the battlefield to fight against the Alliance! I will also be the pioneer of the Horde, and I will represent you in Lordaeron, and in that world.
In a city where everyone wants to stab me to death! I will risk being torn into pieces to fight for a future for the tribe! To save you idiots who are arrogant and unwilling to give up violence!"
"Therefore, I have the right to be impassioned!"
Orgrim's voice echoed in the tent:
"Just remember, Kargath, if you can still survive in Azeroth in the future, it will be all because of me! The person who is least qualified to question me here is you! You are a bastard who only likes to torture.
!”
Behind Orgrim, the Frostwolf Great Shaman Drek'Thar stood up and straightened his robe. His eyes covered with black cloth swept across the hall. He clapped his hands. A young orc appeared in front of the chief.
He walked into the tent and stood beside Drek'Thar under the gaze of the overseers, and Orgrim also let go of Kargath's neck at this moment.
"I...my name is Go'el, son of Durotan!"
Thrall took a deep breath and said to the people staring at him in unskilled orc language:
"I will embark on the battlefield with my uncle Orgrim. When necessary, I will go to Lordaeron with him. I once hated the orcs of the old tribe. They only knew how to kill and destroy, but in recent times,
In the past few days, I have seen another side of the orcs. We are not arrogant creatures, and we should survive in this world."
"Therefore, if my people need me to make sacrifices, then I will make sacrifices! I am happy to see the orcs integrate into this world. I don't know you, chiefs, and warlords, but I am willing to help you win peace.
..even if it’s at the price of myself in exchange for peace.”
