Varian no longer wants to hear anything about Draenor. He just wants to go back and rest. Unfortunately, Khadgar, who is obsessed with understanding the enemy, still wants to continue.
Maraad took a sip of water and said with a trembling voice:
"What I want to talk about now is Warlord Hannibal, the most terrifying swordsman among the orcs."
"Why have I never heard of this name?" Khadgar asked in confusion.
Maraad said in fear: "Hannibal had an accident before building the Dark Portal, and the Black Hand took his place. In the world of Draenor thirty-five years ago, it was difficult for me to guarantee that I would not encounter Warlord Han
Nibal.
"The Blackstone Clan lives in the vast Gorgrond. This is a strange land. The east is a terrifying jungle zone, and the west is a wasteland. The environment faced by the Blackstone Clan is extremely difficult. In order to arm the tribe, they built huge
The foundry has the most terrifying weapons production capacity in the world of Draenor. It must be reminded that Prophet Velen once helped them.
"Gorgrond has never been peaceful. It faced all kinds of terrible enemies, which gave rise to the Blackstone clan's tough character. Strong men emerged in large numbers. Warlord Hannibal was the most commanding star of the Blackstone clan. He learned swordsmanship since he was a child.
He became a master of swordsmanship at the age of ten. He killed a gorron with a bamboo sword at the age of ten. When he was twenty, he gave up his sword and used a hammer. No one in Draenor could rival him anymore.
"Warlord Hannibal has not made a move for a long time. His greatest strength is that he has brought the Blackstone clan together to create a powerful war machine. He has strict military discipline and is best at fighting tough battles. He has killed the most Drani people.
If the Warsong Clan is a ferocious tiger, the Blackstone Clan is an iron-blooded chariot."
Varian smiled bitterly again. The power of Draenor's world would only make him despair again and again.
Khadgar said seriously: "I am still most concerned about Warlord Hannibal's personal strength."
Maraad took a deep breath: "There are three ancient gods in the world of Draenor, Rukhmar, the god of fire, Setai, the god of wind snakes, and Anzu, the god of crows. They were all once subordinates of the warlord Hannibal.
Defeated general, his personal strength should be equivalent to Deathwing."
"Deathwing!"
Hearing this despairing name, Khadgar just wanted to cry.
Gorgrond, Blackstone Mines.
The huge mine is enough to hold most of Orgrimmar, and countless orcs are busy in the mine.
Warlord Hannibal has gray hair on his temples. Different from those ferocious-muscular tribesmen, Hannibal has a tall and straight body, his cheeks are as sharp as knives, and his gray eyes are shining.
There was a huge war hammer in front of him. The head of the hammer was as big as half an orc. Even a strong orc could not swing such a heavy war hammer.
This heavy warhammer was like a plaything in Hannibal's hands. He looked down at the hard-working orcs. Anyone who was lazy could appreciate the power of this warhammer. Hannibal always picked up the warhammer with one hand and threw it.
After the unlucky man became a meat pie, at least twenty orcs carried the warhammer back to Hannibal.
This is the fun of Hannibal.
"Blackstone orcs are destined to work hard. When will they be finished?"
Blackhand complained dissatisfiedly, and worked together with his old friend Orgrimmar to lift a huge boulder.
Blackstone orcs are famous for their hard work. Whether they are working in the mines or working in the Blackstone Foundry, they all need to devote 100% of their sweat.
Heavy physical labor far exceeds the physical load of the orcs, and a large number of orcs die of exhaustion every year. Once the Blackstone orcs reach their prime, their bodies will collapse and they will be eliminated.
Deep in the gloomy Blackstone Mine, in the furnace of the Blackstone Foundry, there are countless Blackstone Orcs buried.
All the work is for the glory of the warlord Hannibal.
Orgrimmar lowered his voice and said: "Blackhand, I know you are not convinced, but what can you do? Hannibal is too powerful for us to fight against."
Blackhand was deeply touched by this. For example, the Blackstone Mine was originally a mountain. Warlord Hannibal took action and with just one blow, not only did he destroy the mountain, but also left a bottomless pit.
This terrifying power cannot be resisted by human beings. Although all the Blackstone orcs were dissatisfied with Hannibal, no one dared to resist.
"I hope this is Hannibal's last concubine." Blackhand sighed.
There are various reasons for the work of the Blackstone clan. For example, Hannibal married a concubine in his 70th house and needed a palace. For example, Hannibal wanted to try hot springs. For example, Hannibal felt that the mountains in front of him were an eyesore.
After digging out the mountain, I felt something was missing, so I piled it up again.
Hannibal liked to see the orcs working hard and could always find various reasons.
After working for a long time, Blackhand and Orgrimmar were very tired. There was no word rest in Hannibal's dictionary, and they had to work until the sun went down.
"I hope the moonlight is bad tonight."
Hannibal would only allow everyone to rest late at night when it was dark and dark.
An orc guard ran over panting and shouted:
"Blackhand, congratulations, you have been selected."
"Choose what?" Blackhand was confused.
The orc guard smiled and said: "Go to work in the Blackstone Foundry and stay away from hard work from now on."
Blackhand muttered secretly: "It's finally my turn, so good."
Then an exaggerated smile appeared on his face:
"Haha, I'm finally free."
"Congratulations, congratulations." Orgrimmar said with a smile, feeling sad for his old friend.
The so-called liberation, apart from death, is to become the soul of the furnace.
Many Blackrock Orcs think that it would be good to be able to stay away from this hellish toil and become a Soul of the Forge.
However, becoming the soul of the furnace requires enduring terrible pain and maintaining one's will in the burning fire. If one's will collapses, the person will die.
Blackhand's strong will is the reason why he was chosen.
Blackstone Foundry welcomed two uninvited guests today.
Grimac took Garrosh on a tour of the Blackstone Foundry as if he were in a deserted place, and no orcs noticed their presence.
"Look at this great and magnificent building, its ingenious design, and the perfect fusion of nature and magic. Garrosh, as smart as you are, you should have seen something."
Garrosh touched his chin and said:
"Orcs are not proficient in magic, let alone precision mechanical design. In Orgrimmar, magic equipment is designed by goblins, and our furnaces are also built under the guidance of goblins, but there are no goblins in the world of Draenor."
"But there are Draenei." Grimac said regretfully: "The Blackstone Foundry was originally built by the Draenei to build Draenei warships and recruited orcs to do hard labor. Unfortunately, it was stopped by the prophet Velen.
, the Draeni have been trapped in Draenor ever since."
"Oh no!"
Grimac let out an exaggerated scream, pointed at a red-hot furnace and said:
"What have these orcs done? They are abusing mechanical equipment. Well, I can't expect the orcs to understand Nebula engine technology."
"Nebula Engine, what is that?" Garrosh asked curiously.
"It's a bit complicated to say."
Grimac tried to explain as concisely and concisely as possible:
"The Nebula engine needs a core. It is a rare artificial high-temperature fire element. It is extremely precious, but they use it as the core of the furnace."