Chapter 1256: Orgrimmar does not believe in tears III
The cunning General Nazgorin was well prepared and replied without thinking: "If you have confidence in yourself, support Thrall, otherwise support Garrosh."
This is a test, and the answer is not the same as imagined.
Moghor was slightly surprised and asked: "I don't understand."
Nazgrin stroked his sharp fangs and lowered his voice:
"Although I once worked for Garrosh, I recognize Thrall's ability from the bottom of my heart. He is more cunning, cruel, and ruthless, and has no bottom line in his actions. Garrosh was able to obtain the position of warchief entirely because of Duo
With the help of Queen Rath, his ability is not commensurate with the position of warchief. If Doras were born as a man, Thrall and Garrosh would not be the problem."
Moghor suddenly said: "What the general means is that it is difficult to control Thrall, but Garrosh is much easier."
Nazgrin nodded: "Garrosh relied on women to rise to power. Without Queen Doras, he would not be what he is today. Strictly speaking, he is Doras' puppet."
Moghor thought for a long time and said with a smile:
"I am more confident when it comes to dealing with women. If Garrosh can gain the trust of Queen Doras, I can do the same, so I choose Garrosh."
Nazgrin secretly breathed a sigh of relief and praised: "Wise choice."
Thrall stood on the high platform and looked at Garrosh on the city gate with a ferocious expression.
"Grom, son of Hellscream, do you choose to die heroically, or choose to escape like a coward? Your father is an incompetent coward, and you are the same. If it were me, I would definitely make the final resistance.
Maintain the honor of the orcs with blood."
Garrosh muttered: "I choose to die and live and die with Orgrimmar."
Although he said this, his body was honest. Garrosh had already touched the teleportation scroll in his arms, preparing to leave.
As long as you live, the so-called glory will definitely be regained. Today's "I choose death" will resound throughout Azeroth.
Suddenly, dragon roars came from the sky, and a dozen red dragons took off into the air. On the dragon's back were orcs. The red dragons flew to Thrall's position, spitting out long streaks of flame.
"Damn the Dragon Roar Clan, are your brains so funny?"
Thrall was so angry that he yelled, the Dragonmaw clan was Garrosh's enemy, and this was not expected at all.
Although there were three thousand elite orcs, the orcs were not good at long-range attacks. More than a dozen red dragons surrounded the orcs' position, causing heavy casualties among the three thousand soldiers, while the remaining ones fled in all directions.
At this critical moment of life and death, Thrall put the glory of the orcs behind him, took out a teleportation scroll from his arms, and quickly disappeared from the spot.
Garrosh was overjoyed and couldn't help but said: "Nazgorin, I knew you could be trusted."
Dragons have a huge appetite, and the entire Dragon Roar Clan only has thirteen red dragon cubs. In order to catch up with the battle between the two sides, Moghor only had time to send the red dragon knights.
After the red baby dragon breathed out its breath, it flew to a nearby cliff to rest.
Seeing that the time had come, Nazgrim advised: "Moghor, the opportunity has come. Now, it's time to let Garrosh know who the warchief is."
Mogh'hor looked excited. There were not many soldiers around Garrosh anymore, so it was a good opportunity to turn him into a puppet.
"Nazgorin, I will never forget your contribution. When I become the warchief, you will be the high-ranking warlord of Orgrimmar, one person below ten thousand people."
Mogh'hor straightened his collar and strode towards Garrosh, as if he saw the position of the chief of the tribe waving to him.
Nazgrin hesitated for a moment, then pulled out a sharp dagger from his sleeve and stabbed Moghor from behind.
Unexpectedly, Moghor was already prepared. He quickly turned around, stretched out his right hand, grasped Nazgorin's wrist like an iron pincer, and glared into Nazgorin's eyes.
Moghor seems to be a little thinner than Nazgrin, but he is stronger.
"I knew it would be like this." Mog'hor's face was ashen and he spat: "This is your plan, right? You have always been loyal to Garrosh in your heart."
Nazgrin looked horrified, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead. He didn't expect that his strength was so different from Moghor's, and even a sneak attack was no match for him. He said coldly:
"For a moment, I was really tempted, but your methods and resourcefulness are far inferior to Garrosh, let alone Thrall. If you are your subordinate, you will be eaten sooner or later. From the Dragonmaw Clan
Stepping out will be your biggest mistake."
Moghor gritted his teeth and said sadly:
"So everything before was all a lie, right? You think I'm a fool and let you play with me. Damn it. There isn't a good orc in Orgrimmar. You all deserve to die."
Moghor exerted so much force that Nazgrin was in pain and could not hold the dagger. Moghor punched Nazgorin on the head.
Nazgorin only felt a roar in his head, and a small cracking sound came from the top of his head. This punch slightly deformed his skull. Moghor was still not relieved, and punched Nazgorin one after another.
, shouted loudly:
"Come on, resist, you coward. You are the general of the orcs in vain. I didn't expect that you are just a waste. Any elite of the Dragonmaw clan can defeat you. It seems that the rumors are true. You just rely on trying to please Garr.
Rush, he got to this position."
Nazgrin felt severe pain all over his body, and he cried bitterly and begged:
"Please spare me. Yes, I am a coward."
Moghor was very disappointed and relaxed his guard a little. He sneered and said: "Nazgorin, who claims to be brave, turns out to be a loser."
Nazgrin's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his face was covered with blood. He suddenly looked solemn and whispered:
"Moghor, compared to my sneak attack ability, I am far behind. You forgot someone."
"What?"
A bright light flashed, and a sharp ax struck Moghor's back.
"This was not a shot of honor, and I'm sorry."
Mogh'hor stumbled back, and he saw an old orc with gray beard and hair, the symbol of the tribe's glory, and King Saurfang looked at him with a sinister smile.
"So, this is the glory of the orcs." Blood spurted out from Moghor's back.
Nazgrin took the opportunity to pick up the dagger lying there, stabbed it into Moghor's chest fiercely, and said while stirring:
"If you want to blame, it's your greed for power. When you choose to help the orcs, it's the beginning of your end. You are just asking for your own destruction, idiot. I will treat your Dragon Roar clan well. In order to avoid future troubles, I will suggest
The great chief will kill all your people, and your wife, children, and all your people will become hardened meat. This is the retribution you deserve."
Upon hearing this, Moghor felt a twinge of pain in his heart, which was far more than the physical pain. He shed tears of regret and said, "No, you can't do this. Oh my god, what have I done?"
"Orgrimmar doesn't believe in tears. You buried the Dragonmaw clan with your own hands, idiot."
Nazgrin grinned ferociously and pulled out the dagger forcefully. Blood and minced meat spurted out. Moghor fell to the ground helplessly, his eyes refusing to close.