After learning that Magtheridon had been abandoned by the Burning Legion, Kargath sat in a chair blankly, at a loss for a moment.
Although the management room was filled with stench, it was nothing compared to Kargas's bad mood at the moment.
If Magtheridon is abandoned, Kargath is close to death.
"Is the news reliable?" Kargas asked uncertainly.
Habdash nodded together: "I have a relationship with the Abyss Lord Mannoroth, and I won't hide it from you. I am responsible for cleaning his toenails. This is nothing to be ashamed of. Not everyone is qualified to be a
Serve the noble Lord of the Abyss, he told me so himself.”
"What should I do?" Kargas asked.
Habdash shook his head: "I don't know. You have always been smarter and more resourceful than me. You will definitely be able to come up with a solution."
"Explain the situation to Lord Illidan and seek asylum." This was the first way Kargas thought of.
Habdash looked at him with pity with four eyes: "As far as I know, Illidan and his demon hunters have lost their use value, and Lord Kil'jaeden will give them up."
Kargas looked pale.
Magtheridon and Illidan, his two important backers, were all about to fall.
"What a cruel situation, let me think about it carefully." Kargas frowned: "I know that Mannoroth is in Orgrimmar, and he is Thrall's backer. Thrall and I are like fire and water, even if I
Even if I give up my position as the orc chief, Thrall’s character will not let me go.”
Habdash remained silent. According to the plan, Kargath should be persuaded to defect to Thrall and assassinate Magtheridon in order to sow discord between the two.
Unexpectedly, Kargas saw through Thrall's face and had no hope for him.
"It's not a desperate situation, there are ways."
Kargas paced back and forth anxiously, quickly figured out a way, grabbed Habdash's right hand again and said:
"Thank you for bringing me important news. Otherwise, I'm really finished. Leave here quickly. Don't say anything. Just pretend that we have never met. By the way, you should know that Nazgrel is planning to risk one hundred thousand people."
They gave it to me as military rations."
"What?"
Habdash was so angry that he almost cursed.
He was originally a quartermaster in Salma, although he was not the kind to be promoted to the public. He resold some of Dazar'alor's worn-out military equipment and took the opportunity to make some small money.
Eitrigg accidentally discovered his identity, and in order to survive, he had no choice but to betray Kargas.
Unexpectedly, he was also plotted and would die sooner or later.
Habdash remained calm and nodded solemnly: "It doesn't matter if you don't mention Nazgrel, all orcs are like this. I'm sorry, you are different from other orcs."
Kargas smiled lightly and said: "It doesn't matter. Neither Thrall nor Nazgrel can be trusted. I have expected this day. You should leave quickly."
After Habdash left, Kargas opened his palm and held an eye in his palm.
Eye of Magtheridon.
Both Thrall and Eitrigg seriously underestimated Kargath.
As the chief of the Shattered Hand clan, Kargath's survival to this day is not due to his brutality, but to his outstanding scheming.
Habdash's reminder is not based on rumors, Kargas believes that there may be part of the truth in it.
Kargas has no choice. He would rather trust the Abyss Lord than the unreliable Thrall.
Magtheridon's Lair, Kargath 1510 recounts the words of Habdash.
This is a dangerous attempt. If Magtheridon is in a bad mood, he may crush Kargath to death like a bug.
After Magtheridon heard this, he closed his eyes and said coldly:
"Your old friend did not return to Salma, but ran away in the direction of the Dark Portal. He seemed to be in a hurry."
Kargas breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that this is indeed a conspiracy of the tribe."
Magtheridon shook his head: "I have been imprisoned here for many days, and Mannoroth has never come to rescue me. It is probably true that he gave up on me!"
"Sir, what should we do?" Kargas begged.
"Huh, Mannoroth doesn't have the final say on the Burning Legion alone. If you go to Illidan, just tell me that I have important information to provide. The condition is that we must cooperate equally."
Kargas scratched his head strangely: "Is it a lie that Illidan was abandoned?"
Magtheridon showed a cunning look: "I am one of the few legion generals who have directly fought with Illidan. I saw an unusual destiny from Illidan. There is a behemoth hidden under the layers of fog, even bigger than Azeroth.
Huge. His background is extraordinary, go ahead, you have to have confidence in Illidan."
In the Dark Temple, Illidan stood quietly on the steps, holding the Skull of Gul'dan in his hand.
Kargas knelt on the steps and explained everything honestly.
Illidan's expression was calm.
Although some of Kargath's actions, such as releasing Magtheridon's clone, were tantamount to betrayal, Illidan didn't take it to heart.
"Kargas, your performance surprised me. If you hadn't told me your heart today, I would have given up on you."
Kargas secretly called it a fluke and finally got the bet right.
As an orc, Kargath knew that he could not compare with Magtheridon and Illidan in terms of life level and strength.
Illidan said slowly: "I expected Akama's betrayal. I have been fooled by Velen for tens of thousands of years, but he always thought he was smart and overestimated his capabilities. The Legion of Light wants to deal with Magtheridon.
We will let Magtheridon be free, and the tribe will exchange one hundred thousand adventurers for this victory, so just accept it with a smile."
Kargas said hurriedly: "The tribe's ambitions don't stop there. They plot the entire Hellfire Peninsula."
Illidan smiled and said: "You are overthinking. All the tribe wants is the flesh, blood and property of adventurers. The Hellfire Peninsula is barren and arid, and lacks precious minerals. It has no strategic value. Instead, it consumes a lot of logistical supplies. It can be used at any time.
give up."
"Sir, why do you want to give up?" Kargas was stunned. He had put in a lot of effort to study the evil orcs.
Illidan said calmly: "I ordered you to study the evil orcs just to tap the potential of the orcs. Facts have proved that the orcs are just a stupid race, easily exploited by the Black Hand, Thrall and other careerists, and lack personal judgment.
Without the spirit of doubt and resistance, there is no potential and no value.”
Kargas felt as if he had heard a bolt from the blue, and was terrified. After all, he was also an orc.
"I have already arranged it." Illidan smiled evilly: "For the sake of your loyalty, I can transform you into an advanced life form, a mechanical creature, an elemental life form, a legion demon, whatever you choose, or...
Talon Gorefiend, oh, he is a failed creation, I will make you better."
Kargas was overjoyed and knelt on the ground and said, "Thank you, Lord Illidan."
"Go ahead and arrange a fake death so that the tribe can provoke you and Magtheridon, just as they want." Illidan waved his hand and said, "I hope Magtheridon can provide me with useful information."
The rumble of war drums sounded.
Salma's 100,000-strong army marched across the mountains and plains with a mighty force, aiming for the Hellfire Fortress.
Under the watchful eyes of the Dark Temple and the tribe, hundreds of thousands of unsuspecting tribe adventurers embarked on the road to glory.
They didn't know that this road paved with Draenei bones was also their road to death.