The first thousand two hundred and fifty-eight chapters: fluke psychology
Facing Malkorok's kind warning, Nazgorin showed no concern and retorted unhappily:
"It's really ridiculous. I just helped the war chief to eliminate the Dragonmaw clan. I have made such a great contribution. The war chief must be rewarded. How can something bad happen?"
Malkorok looked at Nazgorin's eyes carefully, and saw a little panic and uneasiness in them. It seemed that Nazgorin also realized something.
"Nazgorin, the bad things you said about the warchief to Mogh'hor have been recorded by King Saurfang and reported to the warchief. You should know what will happen next. After all, you know the warchief well.
A chief is a human being.”
Nazgrin's eyes dimmed slightly, but then he mustered up the courage and his eyes were as bright as fire:
"It's ridiculous. Anyone with a brain should know the true meaning of those words I said. My loyalty to the chief is well known and no one is allowed to blaspheme it."
Malkorok smiled and said sarcastically: "I'm afraid you are the one who has no brains. General, you are lucky and naively thought that the chief would let you go."
Nazgrin snorted coldly: "Everyone knows that I am innocent!"
Malkorok's eyes were full of mockery: "Isn't Mogh'hor innocent? Does Zuluhid deserve his punishment? Do all the dead orcs of the Dragonmaw clan deserve to die?"
Nazgrin was speechless for a moment and could only yell angrily:
"Don't try to sow discord between me and the chief. Whatever you said today, I will truthfully report to the chief and you will be punished."
Malkorok shook his head in disappointment, and then laughed at himself: "Look, what did you take for my well-intentioned warning? Okay, you can sue me, I really don't care at all."
Nazgrin endured his anger and completed the handover with Malkorok, and left without saying a word with his soldiers. At the dock of the Land of Twilight, a large ship was already waiting here.
A large group of orcs came off the boat, led by a heroic female orc, wearing beautiful tight-fitting leather armor, said to be made of Zandalar vixen skin.
It is none other than the new chieftain of the Dragonmaw clan, Garrosh's woman Zaira.
Nazgrin's heart sank, and he secretly screamed that something was wrong, but he still felt lucky.
Zaira played with a pair of sharp daggers without paying any attention to Nazgrin. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised and she said with a playful smile:
"The great chief ordered that all the soldiers stay in Twilight Highlands."
Nazgorin's soldiers are all carefully selected, veterans who have experienced hundreds of battles. Their loyalty and strength are unquestionable. Although Zaira leads more people, they are just new recruits.
As long as Nazgrin gives the order, his own soldiers can easily tear Zaira and his subordinates into pieces.
Nazgorin stared into Zaira's eyes. The woman did not hide her contempt. In her opinion, Nazgorin was worse than a dog.
Nameless rage surged in Nazgrin's chest. He really wanted to punch this woman over, but then a majestic face emerged in his mind.
Warchief Garrosh Hellscream.
"For the sake of my wife, children, and extended family, please be patient for the time being."
Thinking of his family in Orgrimmar, Nazgrim could only choose to be patient. He still had some illusions about Garrosh. He waved his hand and ordered the soldiers to stay at the dock.
Nazgorin got on the boat. As soon as the ship left the dock, there was a sudden cry of killing. Nazgorin was frightened and hurriedly came to the deck.
On the dock, a Forsaken army came to kill, and the endless ghouls overwhelmed Nazgrin's soldiers and brutally devoured them all.
"No, what have you done?" Nazgrin's eyesight was splitting, but then he was grabbed by both arms, forced to the railing, and a sharp dagger pierced his chest.
Zaira asked in his ear: "Is this how you killed Moghor?"
Nazgrin shook his head in pain.
"So that must be it?"
A strong orc came over, raised his battle ax high, and struck Nazgrin on the back. His spine was broken and he could no longer get up.
Zaira loudly ordered: "Shaman, don't let this world-destroyer die. Nazgrin is a great general. He must receive a fair trial in Orgrimmar."
A shaman came over, forcibly opened Nazgrin's mouth, skillfully cut off his tongue, then put it into his mouth and chewed it.
Nazgrin whimpered and couldn't make a sound. The shaman laughed ferociously and said, "The general's tongue is really delicious. It's probably because he often gives orders."
Orgrimmar.
This was a grand day, much more lively than usual. Countless orcs gathered on the streets of Orgrimmar, looking gloating.
The news has already spread throughout Orgrimmar. General Nazgrim is plotting to destroy Azeroth and secretly colludes with Thrall the World Destroyer to turn all orcs into goblins.
The noble orcs have always looked down upon the goblins, thinking that they are just dirty and low-level creatures. The orcs turned into goblins, which was more uncomfortable than killing them.
Fortunately, the wise female general Zaira discovered Nazgrim's conspiracy, seriously injured Thrall at the most critical moment, successfully captured Nazgrim, and saved Azeroth.
Although there seems to be no connection between the orcs becoming goblins and the destruction of Azeroth, the orcs will not care about this small flaw.
Nazgrim was locked in a prison van and entered Orgrimmar from the main entrance. In order to humiliate Nazgrim, the prison van deliberately made a large circle around the city.
Curses rang out from the crowd.
"Go to hell, you destroyer of the world."
"You actually colluded with the vicious Thrall. I really misjudged you."
"I will buy your meat from the warchief and eat it. The orcs will not be able to put a speck of sand in their eyes."
Stones fell on Nazgrin one after another. He puffed up his chest stubbornly and secretly comforted himself: "I have shed blood for this city, and no one can erase my achievements, not even Warchief Garrosh.
no."
When passing the city gate of the Valley of Honor, Nazgrin completely collapsed.
He saw his wife, children, family, and more than 300 members of the Nazgrim family. Their heads were neatly arranged, and their faces were scarred. They had obviously been tortured.
"Garrosh, why are you doing this to me?"
Nazgrin's last hope was shattered, and darkness fell before his eyes.
In the haziness, he saw countless orcs standing on the street. They were the people of the Dragonmaw clan, looking at Nazgrin expressionlessly, and the bloody Moghor smiled and waved to him.
"It turns out I deserved this."
Nazgrin's heart sank completely, and he remembered what he said to Moghor:
"...When you choose to help the orcs, it is the beginning of your end. You are just asking for your own destruction..."
Nazgrin couldn't forgive himself, and felt annoyed: "I know everything, so why did I turn into a hopeless fool when I put it on myself?"
After being paraded through the streets, Nazgrin was taken to the chief's tent.
In front of the generals, Garrosh looked sad and said sadly:
"Nazgorin, I value you so much in vain. I single-handedly promoted you to the rank of general. Why would you betray me? It really hurts my heart. Who else can I trust?"
Garrosh barely squeezed out two tears and hid his face so as not to laugh out loud:
"You and I are close friends. We can't bear to see you die like this. We will take you away and put you in a cell so that you can entertain our general."
The pain of death has disappeared, and Moghor woke up quietly at some point.