The three chiefs, who had built their reputations by accumulating corpses, were separated by Ner'zhul's extremely easy spell.
In the orc society that extremely worships the strong, people's attitude towards Ner'zhul suddenly turned 180 degrees, and they all called for the return of the shaman chief who led them.
Only Talon Gorefiend was doubtful. The Death Knight didn't quite believe Ner'zhul's statement that the spirit of the ancestors and the power of the shaman had returned to him.
He realized that the changes that happened to Ner'zhul might be related to the Eye of Dalaran, but whether it was a blessing or a curse, Talon Gorefiend himself couldn't tell.
On the one hand, he was happy to see Ner'zhul's ability to integrate the orcs, but on the other hand, he was also worried that Ner'zhul's sudden strength would backfire on him.
Of course, none of this matters anymore. Ner'zhul has conquered the three chiefs with just that move, and has formulated a plan to restart the conquest of Azeroth.
While the orcs were intensively planning to assemble their troops, the alliance's front army was also formally formed, and an army of ten thousand people headed south under the leadership of Danath Trollbane.
Starting from the Burning Steppes, there is a road that runs through the eastern part of the Redridge Mountains and can directly enter the Swamp of Sorrows.
"We got battle reports from the front saying..."
When passing by Redridge Mountain, the strong mountain wind blew Danas out so loudly that he could be heard by the people around him.
"The world where the orcs live is desolate and has nothing. Seven years ago, the orcs were able to secretly accumulate strength because we didn't know about it.
Now as long as they dare to appear outside the Dark Portal, they will be mercilessly attacked by us! I really can't figure out how the orcs can defeat us in a world with no potential for war.
In my opinion, it is completely redundant that Protector Li De has prepared so many logistical supplies for us. After all, this Protector has never commanded a large corps in battle, so it is understandable that he would be neurotic."
Riding on the divine horse's chestnut steed, Danas turned sideways and spoke to the military observers from Zandalar about Hurtaz.
Hertaz was riding a velociraptor that was a specialty of Zandalari, and could easily keep up with the war horse that Danas was sitting on. Regarding what Danas said, Hertaz interpreted some subtext.
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"You mean to say that the orcs are not enough and the war will be over soon?"
Danas was stunned for a moment. Hertaz did speak his mind. But as a general, his duty as a soldier required that he must pay attention to his enemies.
"I didn't say that!"
Danas waved vigorously to the Zandalar military observers on his horse, as if he wanted to make amends for what he had just said, but Hertaz just looked at Danas with a smile on his face.
After looking at each other for three full seconds, Danas reluctantly admitted his point of view.
"Let me put it this way, if the orcs can persist in the war with us for more than three months, I, Danaus Trollbane, am willing to serve as a retinue for Protector Li De!"
Hearing Danas' joke, Hertaz also burst out laughing.
The two of them stopped talking after that. The wind was too strong during the march, but Hertaz took out a notebook from his pocket and wrote on the Velociraptor's back:
‘On the fifth day of the first month of the month, it was sunny and windy.
Danath Trollbane is a man from the Torrent Kingdom who has considerable military experience. He predicts that this war with the orcs will end soon.
As a side note, this general seems to have some opinions about the new leader of the alliance. Of course, I also have similar opinions.
Compared with traditional military rations, compressed biscuits and canned bacon are indeed much better. But I would like to ask Commander Li De, is it too much to prepare half a year's worth of supplies for us at once?
If I was allowed to eat canned bacon for half a year... it would be a nightmare. I think I would miss the barbecue at the bazaar...
I hope General Danas is right in his assertion.’
Being able to find himself such a noble position as a military observer through Zandalari's diplomatic department, Hertaz's identity is undoubtedly a nobleman. If a nobleman has to eat canned military rations for several months and half a year, that gold is so expensive
My stomach will definitely protest.
But in fact, ordinary soldiers were very satisfied with the new military rations and uniforms. The Alliance soldiers took a bite of compressed biscuits and a bite of canned bacon, and headed for the Swamp of Sorrows.
Everyone believed that this war was nothing more than the Orcs' death struggle, and that they would never be more difficult to deal with than the enemies in the previous two Orc Wars.
But even Li De, who was fully prepared at the rear, did not expect that the enemy they encountered this time would be much more complicated than imagined.
Still on the Nagrand Prairie, Ner'zhul had already used his "shamanic power" to gain the support of the orcs with a more powerful "shamanic power" than before. At this time, Ner'zhul was receiving a guest.
Deathwing, an elegantly dressed black-haired nobleman, sat face to face with Ner'zhul, and Talon Gorefiend stood between them like a waiter.
"I heard about you and I'm very interested in working with you."
As Ner'zhul spoke, he also used his long-nailed hand to push the bowl of mushroom soup toward the guests.
Mushrooms have special psychedelic magical power. In ancient times, many primitive shamans needed to use them to channel spirits.
It was only later that shamans truly mastered the power of elements, and backward things like mushrooms were no longer favored by shamans.
A few people still drink mushroom soup, just because they are used to its taste, such as Ner'zhul.
"Thank you. I am also impressed by your experience. If you want more power..."
Deathwing started to get confused without realizing it, but Ner'zhul was not affected at all.
"Okay, let's get down to business. You want this bad world, but I can give it to you.
To be fair, you should also offer us an equivalent price.
You cooperated with the orcs, but you also brought powerful enemies to the orcs."
"So the price I'm offering is a whole new world, and the Eye of Dalaran is already in your hands.
Talon Gorefiend knows where the Staff of Sargeras is. As for the Art of Medivh, I will get it for you.
With these three artifacts here, it is up to you to decide whether to conquer Azeroth or find a new world."
Ner'zhul shook his head.
"No, this is not enough.
Whether they go or stay, the orcs need war. Regardless of the orcs' final fate, blood should have its place.
Now the orc army needs to be armed and strengthened, otherwise it will not be enough to fight against the Alliance."
After several years of decline, Ner'zhul finally understood the orc race:
It doesn’t matter whether you win or lose as a result, what matters is the participation in the process.
Whether it is conquering Azeroth or opening up a new world, as long as most of the orcs can fight happily, there will be no trouble below.
What Ner'zhul wants Deathwing to solve at this moment is the problem of "fighting with ease". With the little war supplies the orcs have now, it is obvious that they cannot fight with ease.
"This request is not difficult. I will bring a large amount of war supplies to the orcs."
The Aspect Dragon has a common hobby, collecting a lot of wealth and treasures. Now that these possessions are useless, Deathwing decided to use the massive treasures to buy war supplies for the orcs, buying more time for himself.
"Talon said that you are almost a public enemy in Azeroth. Will anyone sell you war supplies?"
Ner'zhul asked with some confusion, but saw Deathwing smile mysteriously.
"If you want to conquer Azeroth, you have a lot to learn.
In Azeroth, there is a magical race. For gold coins, they are even willing to sell the rope with which they hang themselves."