While the dustwallow swamp was full of smoke, on this slightly cold night, the orcs were located in the city of Orgrim in Durotar, and there were also bright lights. Although at this time, most of the orcs had already been there for the day.
After working, I fell asleep, but this is a fighting race after all. Even in a calm night, there are a group of soldiers patrolling the city.
Different from the human habit of building castles with rocks, the place where the orcs live is more like a nomadic tribe's tent combined with the shape of a war fortress. Several layers of sentry towers are often built with solid wood to ensure the sturdiness of the sentry towers.
, there is also a part of specially treated masonry at the bottom, and under the fortress built of wood and animal skins, there is also the traditional crypt of the orcs.
In this huge orc city, there are war towers of various sizes everywhere, as well as some large fortresses with a strong orc style, which are all for chiefs and shamans to live in.
The social civilization of the orcs has a strong class connotation. They are brave, warlike, hard-working, and every orc will be assigned their own tasks when they reach adulthood. When joining the army, they must start from the lowest level of hard labor. In the army,
Superiors have absolute control over subordinates. Except for the period when the orcs drank the blood of demons, the orc army has always been known for its strict discipline. Any soldier who violates military discipline will be brutally whipped.
Such a civilization is simply born for war. There is very little meaningless leisure in the society of the orcs. Even when they go hunting, they have a dedicated team of hunters. Living in such an environment will definitely feel oppressive, but in the
Under the rule of the chiefs, few orcs expressed dissatisfaction.
Because the chiefs not only enjoy extremely high honors and material living standards, once a war breaks out, the chiefs will inevitably lead their troops to stand in front of the civilians. In the tradition of the orcs, defeat or surrender is extremely humiliating, so
Orthodox orcs are more willing to die in battle.
In extremely cruel wars, tribal chiefs are often the first to die... Therefore, no one will have any doubts about the status of the chiefs.
This is the civilization of the orcs. The shadow of war is engraved in every corner of their lives. Their unique civilization system evolved from the nomadic clans. It is a completely different path from human civilization. You can say that they have a unique nature.
Barbaric, but after truly understanding the social system of the orcs, you can't say that they are not civilized enough... They are just not the kind of civilization that most people imagine.
The orc soldiers guarding the Grommash Fortress where the chiefs were discussing issues saw several figures walking quickly in the night. They looked at the coming people with vigilant eyes, under the shining of the torch inserted at the entrance of the fortress.
, they quickly saw clearly those who came.
"Wow"
The two orc soldiers immediately put their fists on their chests and beat them, and the older orc guard among them greeted in a deep voice:
"Warlord Thrall, Captain Garrosh, and Captain Dranosh. The chiefs are discussing things in the hall. Do you need me to report to the chiefs for you?"
"unnecessary!"
Thrall, a young orc with a solemn face, waved his hand and whispered:
"We just have something to report to the chiefs."
After saying that, the three young orcs walked into Grommash Fortress. This fortress inherited the tradition of the orcs. It was not as gorgeously decorated as a human palace. It was just a larger house.
There is a wooden floor on the floor of the hall, with the tribal logo painted in the style of an orc. Around the circular hall, the battle flags of the six major clans of the tribe are placed, and the chiefs of each clan sit.
Under their respective battle flags.
On the three steps facing the door is a wooden seat decorated with the skull of a demon lord, covered with the furs of thunder lizards and war wolves. Under the illumination of bonfires lit in several large braziers, the entire hall is as bright as day.
.
When Thrall and the other three entered the hall, several chiefs were discussing something. On the floor in front of them was a large map sewn with several animal skins, marking the entire Kalimdo East.
The topography of the coast is marked by hills and ravines, which can be seen clearly at a glance.
"Garrosh?"
Hearing the vibration of the hall door, Grom, the chief of the Warsong clan, turned around and saw his son. He frowned and shouted loudly:
"You should be patrolling the city! What are you doing here?"
Garrosh did not answer. Thrall took a step forward, looked at the chiefs in front of him, and said loudly:
"Our scouts discovered the war in Dustwallow Marsh. Ogres and centaurs are besieging human immigrants. Garrosh, Dranosh and I are here to ask the warchief for permission. We want to support those humans.
.”
"madness!"
Before Orgrim, who was sitting in the position of the war chief, could speak, Kargath, the chief of the Shattered Hand clan on the other side, scolded:
"The adults are discussing issues, the juniors should stand aside first! Is this how the prophet of the Frostwolf clan educates the younger generations?"
"Ahem, Thrall is the warlord of the Frostwolf clan. He is free to do whatever he wants."
Sitting under the banner of the Frostwolf War, the aging Great Shaman Drek'Thar coughed lightly. He turned to Kargas' position with black-striped eyes and said without giving in:
"Besides, it's not the Shattered Hand's turn to interfere in the Frostwolf Clan's internal affairs, right?"
"I also think, Kargas, your hand is stretched too far, isn't it?"
Fenris, the chief of the Thunder King Clan, stroked the head of the war wolf lying on the side with his hand and said playfully:
"Thall, Garrosh and Dranosh, these three young men have made much more sacrifices and contributions to the new tribe than you and your mad people! When the young hero speaks, I think you
You should... shut up!"
The atmosphere in the hall became a little weird. Chief Shattered Hand snorted coldly, while the war chief seemed to be concentrating with his eyes closed. The representative of the Blood Ring Clan wanted to say something, but considering the current situation in the tribe, he finally decided
Sit quietly on the chair without saying a word.
Kilrogg Bloodeyes, the chief of the Bloodring Clan, was taking his son Yollin and his tribe to prevent the invasion of demons in the Azshara wilderness in the north of Durotar, so he came to attend the meeting of chiefs.
He is Kilrogg's most trusted old shaman. As an old man who has experienced the tribe's craziest period, he is always used to listening first and then speaking.
"You want to help humans? Sal, tell me, is your always smart brain broken?"
Chief Grom of Warsong leaned back on his chair. Due to the torture of toxemia, this once top warrior has now become very thin. Although his body is still strong, it can be seen from the wrinkles on his face and gray hair.
When he came out, the chief's energy was far less than before.
In fact, not only Grom, but also the chiefs in the entire hall, except for Orgrim, Drek'Thar and the old shaman of the blood ring, all have strong sequelae caused by toxemia. Their bodies
The demon blood in them is drying up, and the thirst for evil energy is torturing their minds every minute and every second.
Faced with Grom's question, Thrall hesitated a little. He secretly glanced at the Great Prophet and the Great Chief. He saw no expressions of disapproval on the faces of the two people he respected the most, so he responded loudly.
arrive:
"No! Chief Grommash, I came to this conclusion only after careful consideration."
"Let's not mention our grievances with humans. If the ogres and centaurs are allowed to destroy the human forces in Dustwallow Swamp and let them plunder enough supplies, the forces of these two barbarians will develop rapidly. I
I have heard about the grudges between us and the Kokar Centaur. Once the Centaur clan regains its strength, those vengeful bastards will definitely turn around and kill Durotar."
Thrall's analysis made the Great Prophet nod with satisfaction, and Grom Hellscream rubbed his chin. After a moment, he also nodded slightly. What Thrall said was indeed very reasonable. Those barbarian centaurs must be guarded against.
.
But Grom had his own plan. He looked at Thrall and said in a deep voice:
"Then let the tauren of Mulgore go into battle. They are feuding with the centaurs. They will definitely be willing to attack the empty centaur rear camps from behind at this juncture. The guards of the Barrens can also be dispatched to help the tauren attack.
Centaur, after all, the tauren are already a member of the tribe, but you, I will not allow you to go out!"
Thrall wanted to refute, but Fenris, the chief of the Thunder King clan, also spoke. The powerful wolf cavalry looked at the silent Dranosh for a moment, and he said:
"Grom is right. The blood feud between humans and orcs is difficult to resolve. We sent our fleet to help them, which has caused dissatisfaction among many tribesmen. In this case, as the future chief of the Frostwolf clan, you
With his identity, taking the initiative to help humans can easily cause division within the tribe."
"Split? It's impossible to split!"
Thrall retorted:
"The Great Chief and you have seen with your own eyes the power of the Dark Blade Undead in the Eastern Continent. It is impossible for those undead to allow us to develop in Kalimdor. Their minions will one day come to this land, and even...
They may have already arrived. The Human Empire resisted the Dark Blade Undead and was forced to move westward in less than 10 years. Are the tribes that have not yet recovered their strength stronger than the Human Empire?"
"Chiefs, I want to help human immigrants, not only because of the threat from centaurs and ogres to Durotar, but also because of the future! In every dream I have, I can see the future. In that
In the future, there will be no difference between humans and orcs, and even the powerful night elves will be just one of the destroyed ones!"
"Will the undead let us go just because we are orcs?"
"Will the undead treat us preferentially because we refuse to save humans?"
"Will the undead let us go free just because we are too timid to face challenges?"
"Chiefs!"
Sal's voice became deeper:
"The Dark Blade did not start the war for the human empire alone... Humanity has fallen, and we may be next. If we don't help them at this moment of life and death for humanity, and if the night elves face the threat of demons,
If we don’t do anything, then wait until the dark tide of undead crosses the endless sea and lands..."
"Who will come to help the orcs? Who will come to help us?"
"Forget it, Thrall, don't tell these old stubborns. They have been at war with humans for too long, and they are all blinded by hatred."
Garrosh stepped forward and grabbed Thrall's shoulders. He looked at his silent father with some disappointment, and then said loudly as if to vent:
"Let's go to Bain and Vol'jin. They are unwilling to send troops to help, so we will find a way on our own!"
Thrall's rebuttal and Garrosh's roar left the other chiefs speechless. The reason is very simple. Every orc chief here can understand it, but the problem is that understanding is understanding, and the chiefs also have their own
difficulties.
Kargas, the most irritable chief, shouted:
"Stupid little bastards, you don't know anything! Human beings have human troubles, and we also have ours. What we have to face now is..."
"That's enough! Kargas, shut up!"
Warchief Orgrim, who had been concentrating with his eyes closed, suddenly interrupted Kargath's roar. He opened his eyes and looked at the others. After a while, he set his sights on Thrall and the three young men.
He said in a deep voice:
"Thall, you are the warlord of the Frostwolf clan. Legally, you have all the control over the Frostwolf clan, as well as Garrosh and Dranosh. Your identities are very sensitive. Once you make the wrong choice, you will
It's easy to make the tribe's hearts wander... But what you said makes sense. It is necessary to eliminate hatred. Lothar is dead... The older generation is beginning to wither. The future is yours, so... you
Whatever you want to do, just do it!”
"But there's one thing! I don't allow you to mobilize all the soldiers currently on mission in the tribe. You can only recruit the soldiers you need from the reserves! And the number cannot exceed 3,000. Do you understand?"
A glimmer of light suddenly flashed in Thrall's eyes. He nodded, and then walked out of the fortress with the aggrieved Garrosh and the silent Dranosh. Looking at the backs of the young people leaving, Chief Karga of the Shattered Hand
Si whispered:
"Why not tell them the truth? If they are going to inherit the position of chief of the tribe in the future, then they should know this..."
"It's not time yet, Kargas..."
Orgrim said softly:
"We old bones can still support the tribe for another journey. Before the children can really grow up, we have to clear the way for them... Come on, continue what you haven't finished before, Fenris, let's talk again
What your Wolf Riders discovered."
"Um."
The chief of the Thunder King clan nodded, then narrowed his eyes and said:
"More and more tribes are missing in Ashenvale during the war. Three days ago, Thunder King's scouts were attacked around the logging camp in the eastern part of Ashenvale, but it was not those nasty night elves, but... a drinker
A delirious orc who has been poisoned by demonic blood."
"We have all drunk the demon blood, and the scouts can also tell the weirdness of those orcs, brothers...the demons who tricked us into drinking the demon blood are here...and they are hiding in Ashenvale."
Kargas then said:
"Recently, some lunatics who believe in demons have started to act again in the dark alleys of Orgrim City."
"It's not the worst."
The great prophet Drek'Thar said sadly:
"What I'm most worried about right now is that if those demons instigate those idiots who drank the demon blood to attack the night elf camp, and if they deliberately provoke conflicts between the two races, we will be unable to argue."
