The reason why Prell left the lives of the jackals and ogres and chose to accept surrender and persuade them to surrender is because with the current strength of the Thresh Kingdom, it is temporarily unable to send more soldiers to maintain order and block the inevitable meeting in the future.
Right venture capital firms fight back.
There are about 3,000 kobolds in the Gale Mine, but these kobolds cannot be sent to the battlefield without training. Therefore, Prell needs surrendered gnolls and ogres to assist him.
The reason why he dared to make such a choice is actually very simple. The gnolls were hired by the venture capital company, or Gresu, to migrate here. They have been far away from their former homeland of Elvin Forest on the Eastern Kingdom mainland.
There aren't many choices.
Either go to the venture capital company or go to Prell, who currently has the upper hand. The Jackal has no third option.
As for the ogres, their situation is similar to that of the gnolls, even worse, because they followed the orcs to invade the world of Azeroth from another world, and they have almost no way to return to their former home.
According to Prell's memory, the ogres fled everywhere after the failure of the two orc invasion wars, almost all over the two continents. In the Eastern Kingdom Continent, the ogres are widely distributed from north to south, and it is said that some of them escaped
The ogres who came to the Stranglethorn Valley area made contact with the goblins.
The goblins of the Steamwheedle Group once transported a group of ogres to Tanaris, and Dustwallow Marsh is also home to a group of ogres, not to mention the ogres that occupy most of Feralas.
Judging from what Prell knows about the history of World of Warcraft, the ogre race lacks a foundation. They are like duckweeds, involuntarily and passively following the trend of history. They are also like mercenaries.
, as long as they are given food to eat, they will work hard.
Of course, none of this is the point. Rexxar is currently the de facto second-in-command of the Thresh Kingdom. He is a hybrid of orc and ogre. Prell has talked with Rexxar privately, hoping that he can help gather these gangs of goblins.
The hired ogres turned to serve the Kingdom of Thresh.
Rexxar is very sensitive to his own bloodline. If not for this, he would not wear a wolf-head mask all day long and would not be willing to reveal his true face to others easily.
But he knew that Prell did not actually discriminate against any race. He only looked at the group of blood-wrathed harpies who had followed Braylin Firefist. From the perspective of the Thresh Kingdom, the harpies were not involved in childbirth.
Their addition did not bring any benefit to the Kingdom of Thresh, but Prell still accepted them and tried every means to let the harpies learn survival skills and crafts.
So Rexxar agreed to Prell, and the condition he gave was that if the ogres were willing to serve the Kingdom of Thresh, they would be allowed to obtain the status of citizens of the kingdom based on their performance in the future.
This condition can be said to be very preferential. The ogres came with the invasion of the orc army. They were also unable to return to the planet Draenor. Therefore, as the orcs were defeated and fell into pieces, they also dispersed.
So after solving the gnoll problem, Prell would join Rexxar and hurried to the ogre camp.
There are less than 50 ogres left in the mine, almost all of them single-headed warriors. There are only two two-headed ogre magicians, standing stupidly in the middle of the camp, looking at Fizzix. Behind them
All around, tauren soldiers were holding weapons and guarding closely.
Fitzkus was still promising something loudly. When Prell and Rexxa walked over surrounded by a pile of torches, the goblin was still shouting loudly: "The World Walker chosen by the Holy Light has already
Return, the Holy Light is justice, we must believe in justice!"
Lexa frowned, bent down and approached Prell: "Is this goblin your undercover agent?" Prell shrugged, and he had roughly guessed what Fizzix was thinking.
Fezquez had long been dissatisfied with Gresu. Originally, he was still a minority shareholder when he followed Gazruin. Gazrouin ate meat and he could take a bite of it. However, after Gresu took over, he couldn't even eat the soup.
The qualifications are gone.
Moreover, Fitzkes himself does not belong to the venture capital company family. He and Gazrouin are both non-direct relatives who were absorbed by the venture capital company halfway. Naturally, they will not be valued by the senior management of the venture capital company. After all, he has the capital and
Gazrouin is different.
Therefore, when it comes to loyalty to venture capital companies, I am afraid that Fitzkus himself believes that he will be absolutely loyal to this evil corporate force that plunders resources everywhere, destroys nature, and wantonly provokes racial wars.
Fizzix performed hard for a while, and found that the ogres were still staring at the Minotaur soldiers with unconvincing eyes. The Minotaurs were not to be outdone, and both sides began to stare desperately, trying to use their eyes.
Kill the opponent.
On the ogre side, they simply believe that the tauren rely on their absolute advantage in numbers; on the tauren side, they think the ogres are nothing more than that, just a group of stupid big guys with no brute strength.
Because Fitzkus arrived in time, the fierce and short battle between the two sides was interrupted, so the two sides were still a little unconvinced by each other.
Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, Fizzix turned around and saw Prell. He jogged two steps. Immediately, two tauren soldiers raised their weapons vigilantly, but quickly put them down.
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"Ah, Mr. Prell, I have followed your instructions and persuaded the ogres to surrender!" Fizzix came up and took credit. Prell nodded: "We will hold a meeting later. I hope Fizzix will
Mr.
Fitzkus was overjoyed. This meant that at least there was no threat to his life for the time being, and he also had the right to participate and even a certain say in the next step of the mine affairs.
"It's the son of Mok'Natha!" A chubby one-headed ogre standing next to Absher suddenly shouted, pointing at Rexxar, and a group of ogres immediately looked in the direction of his finger.
The mountain wind blew the torches, and Lexa stepped out from the shadows, with Misha the war bear following him meekly.
"Rexxar Rema, is that you? The son of Leolocs Rema, the next chief of the Moknasa clan?" A two-headed ogre magician squeezed out. He looked a little old, and
He was blind in his left eye and his tone was extremely excited.
"It's me! I am Rexxar Remar! Rexxar Remar of the Mok'Nathal clan!" Rexxar responded loudly. Then these ogres bent down together devoutly and paid tribute to him.
"Which clan do you come from?" Rexxar asked. They all speak the ogre's own language, also known as Gorian. Its name comes from a powerful clan that the ogre once established on the planet Draenor.
The Empire of Magic and Sorcery.
"We are from the Stonemaul Clan," the old two-headed ogre mage said respectfully, pointing to a circle of about thirty people around him. "This one is from the Fire Belly Clan, and these three are from the Stonefist Clan.
These are from the Mosh'og clan, and this one is from the Bloodmaul clan."
From the Bloodmaul clan, he is an inconspicuous one-headed ogre. He is also the only ogre who has never bowed to Rexxar.
Rexxa glanced at him coldly, and the ogre's expression suddenly changed. It seemed that he didn't care just now, and he even pretended to have a look of contempt.
Misha suddenly bared her teeth and growled at him. The ogre was startled, took a few steps back, and shouted: "Rexxar, I have never attacked you Mok'Natha.
clan!"
Lexa sneered and ignored him, but in the end he did not attack the frightened ogre. He just stroked Misha's head gently, and the war bear walked back to Lexa's house docilely.
around.
Prell took two steps forward and asked in ogre language: "I have a question, weren't you ogres hired by the goblins from Mount Vogul in the Dusk Forest? Aren't you the same person?
Clan?"
The two-headed ogre was not surprised that Prell knew their language. He bowed lower respectfully and said: "The damn orcs have been defeated in succession, and we ogres have also been scattered.
, these ogres are indeed from Mount Vogur, but our Stonemaul clan is not. We took the goblin ship and were going to the south to find our people. But we were deceived by the cunning goblins and got here!"
Prell was a little speechless, and Rexxar didn't quite understand the situation, so Prell explained: "I heard that most of the Stonemaul Clan ogres are hiding in the north of Dustwallow Marsh, and there are crocodiles everywhere in that area.
Spiders live a difficult life in the swamp jungle. They must have lived there for more than 10 years!"
Rexxar was silent for a while. He had been wandering in the Desolate Land before, and he really didn't know that there was a group of ogres living in the north of Dustwallow Swamp.
So he turned to look at the old two-headed ogre mage: "What's your name?"
"Kalduk, my name is Kalduk, dear Rexxar!"
"So, Kauduk, this is Prell Windshear, the great chief of Thresh Kingdom. Are you willing to lead your compatriots to serve him?"
"Dear Rexxar, what position do you hold in the Kingdom of Thresh?" Korduk asked cautiously. Prell noticed that no matter what the average IQ of a race is, once there are spellcasters, the spellcasters'
Wisdom and thinking will always surprise those who are biased.
Korduk was obviously a wise man, and he apparently became the leader of this small group of ogres because of his wisdom.
"Rexar is currently the second-in-command of the Kingdom of Thresh, and has the power to handle all military and civil affairs of the kingdom." Prell suddenly interrupted.
Kauduk looked at Lexa, who nodded silently, so Kauduk said: "We are willing to accept the leadership of you and Chief Prell."
Prell looked at the one-headed ogre from the Bloodmaul clan and laughed: "What about you? Emil Gund from the Bloodmaul clan?"
Emilgund was shocked, and then he became proud again: "Ah ha, you have actually heard of my name!" He secretly looked at Fizzix and found that the goblin was indifferent, so he hesitated and said
: "I do too!"
"Very good, then you are from the Kingdom of Thresh! These tauren friends are the best allies of the Kingdom of Thresh. From now on we are comrades in arms!" Prell said. He took a look and noticed
There were also a few grunting ogres lying in the back.
The ogre race has always been famous for their rough skin and thick flesh, but when they fought against the tauren, the best heavy infantry in the world in Azeroth, their brute strength had an opponent for the first time, and their fighting skills were obviously not as good as their opponents, so there were still many people behind the camp.
There are several wounded people. After all, the ogre has strong vitality and has not died yet.
Prell walked into the camp, and Rexxar also followed. A group of kobold musketeers also followed up dutifully. Prell checked at will, cast the Holy Light Technique, and treated the few.
A wounded person.
Kauduk bent down and bowed again: "Thank you for the great chief's kindness!" Prell glanced at him, and he felt more and more that the spellcasters of all races seemed to be thinking that humans would be aligned and know the etiquette.