Chapter 1255: Orgrimmar does not believe in tears II
Twilight Highlands, Blood Canyon.
Nazgrin went to visit the newly appointed Dragonmaw Chief Mog'hor. When he saw a Twilight believer in purple robes leaving just now, he frowned and secretly screamed something bad.
In the tent, Moghor lowered his head and looked very bad. He had not yet recovered from the death of the old chief Zuluhid. When he saw Nazgorin coming in, he said feebly:
"I know everything about Orgrimmar. The people helped Warchief Garrosh to take back Orgrimmar. Now they are all dead, a total of 200,000 orcs."
Nazgrin's thoughts changed rapidly, he quickly thought of countermeasures, and sat down opposite Moghor.
"After learning the news, I came to you as soon as possible, Moghor. I'm sorry, maybe I misjudged the chief. If this continues, we will all die."
Moghor looked at Nazgrin in surprise: "General, what do you mean?"
Nazgrin looked at no one around and said mysteriously:
"To be honest, I have long had objections to Garrosh. Many of his actions are chilling. The incident in Orgrimmar made me completely lose confidence in him. The future of the orcs cannot be left to a cold-blooded butcher."
Moghor felt the same and nodded: "I will never support such a great chief."
Nazgrin lamented and said:
"In troubled times, no one can survive alone. Thrall is leading the army to Orgrimmar and will soon fight Garrosh. This is a good opportunity."
Moghor was puzzled and asked: "What opportunity?"
Nazgrim's eyes were bright and he whispered: "Don't you want to become the warchief of the tribe? Thrall and Garrosh are both hurt, and you just happened to take advantage of it and take over Orgrimmar."
Moghor took a breath of cold air, and then realized that a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was right in front of him. He suddenly became excited. After thinking for a while, Moghor shook his head:
"This is impossible. Guardian Medivh will never support me, and the bronze dragon in the Caverns of Time has no reason to provide me with orc soldiers. What's more, there are Forsaken in the tribe. Sylvanas is very ambitious and she will not let go.
Pass me."
Today, the Dragon Roar Clan only has about 10,000 warriors, and the rest are old, weak, sick and disabled. Even with the help of the red dragon, they are far from Sylvanas's opponent.
Nazgrin said bewilderedly:
"As the saying goes, wealth can be found in danger. Brother Moghor, you only need to choose one between Thrall and Garrosh, help them win the final victory, and then turn them into a puppet chief with no real power. You
Just control everything behind the scenes.”
"this!"
Moghor was moved and paced back and forth anxiously, finally being swallowed up by his own greed: "Yes, this plan is feasible. The Dragon Roar clan immediately got up. Even if it fails by accident, the state of tripartite negotiation can still be maintained.
Establish the Three Hammers Council like the dwarves."
Orgrimmar.
Under the indifferent eyes of Thrall and Garrosh, the orcs' ancient bloody battle for inheritance began.
The soldiers on both sides retreated to make way for an open space.
The first to join the bloody battle were two thousand weak soldiers selected, including old veterans, disabled soldiers with bandages on their bodies, a few ignorant teenagers, weak orcs who were born with stunted growth, etc.
Holding tomahawks, they were pushed and forced towards the battlefield, looking at each other with fear in their eyes, and the hands holding the tomahawks kept shaking.
The thunderous war drums sounded, and the shamans on both sides started chanting almost at the same time, giving them a bloodthirsty effect. The soldiers' eyes turned red, and they entered a violent state almost at the same time, screaming and killing each other.
Before being killed, the tomahawk is driven into the chest of the opponent, which is their only belief.
In the center of the battlefield, blood and flesh were flying everywhere, broken limbs and broken arms were everywhere, and orcs were falling every second.
The soldiers in the rear cheered, talked and pointed, as if they were watching a monkey show.
The battle ended in less than a quarter of an hour. In the end, Thrall's soldiers won. About two hundred soldiers were still alive. Their armor was taken from the Four Heavenly Gods and was of better quality than the armor of Garrosh's soldiers.
Garrosh didn't care. The second batch of thousands of soldiers entered the battlefield. Their strength was slightly stronger, and they easily killed Thrall's two hundred soldiers while waiting for work.
Next came the stage of cleaning the battlefield. Both sides sent professional personnel to carry the bodies back and make them into hard dried meat for emergencies.
Later, Thrall's thousand soldiers also entered the battlefield.
As the shaman sang loudly, another big melee broke out, with rivers of blood on the ground. As expected, Thrall's soldiers still won the victory. Thrall on the high platform couldn't help but feel proud and provocative.
Looking at Garrosh.
Garrosh waved his hand, this time sending soldiers from the Frostwolf clan.
Among the soldiers sent by the Bronze Dragon to Thrall and Garrosh, there were orcs from various clans. The Frostwolf clan was a thorn in Garrosh's side. Accordingly, Thrall hated the orcs of the Warsong clan the most.
With the development of the times, the bloody battle has also quietly changed, gradually becoming a good opportunity for the chiefs to eliminate dissidents. After all, the strength of a certain orc is entirely decided by the chief.
Even the strongest orcs can hardly survive two rounds of battle. No one knows how many great warriors were wasted in bloody battles.
The Frostwolf clan won the victory as expected. Upon seeing this, Thrall immediately retaliated and sent soldiers from the Warsong clan.
An interesting scene happened. The soldiers of the Frostwolf clan and the Warsong clan faced each other, killing each other amidst the chants of the shaman. The leaders behind them all wanted them to die.
The outcome of this battle was unexpected. The Frostwolf clan actually won. The victorious Garrosh had a gloomy face, while the defeated Thrall was proud of himself.
The bloody battle is still going on. In order to win, Thrall and Garrosh gave up the sacred rules almost at the same time. There is no distinction between strong and weak.
The spectators in the stands, the orc soldiers who pointed out the country and talked loudly, suddenly became the victims of the bloody battle, were forced to fight, died on the spot, and became the laughing stock of others.
The bloody battle lasted all day. Thrall and Garrosh were like gamblers with a red eye. Even though more than half of the victims on both sides had been sacrificed, they still sent out soldiers in a steady stream.
In the excitement of the crowd, both Thrall and Garrosh forgot the time and ignored the alternation of the sun and the moon. When the sun slowly rose, Garrosh suddenly discovered that he had lost all his trump cards.
There were only dozens of generals, life consultants, chefs, a huge harem and their families left around him. More than 20,000 soldiers died in the bloody battle.
As expected, Thrall, who had the superior numbers, was the final winner, and he still retained a 3,000-strong Frostwolf clan bodyguard by his side.
Garrosh gritted his teeth with hatred, but before he reached the most desperate moment, he had a teleportation scroll in his arms that could help him teleport to the nearby Doras airship.
After that, you only need to mobilize troops from the Cave of Time and you can still make a comeback.
Not far from Orgrimmar, Mog'hor held up his telescope and witnessed the entire brutal bloody battle, seeing that Thrall was about to win.
"Who should I help become the puppet chief, Thrall or Garrosh?" Mogh'hor asked General Nazgorin beside him.