One thousand seven hundred and forty-six chapters: the attacking Maghar
Legend has it that during the time when Gormash Hellscream was the chieftain, the Warsong clan was so glorious that it was invincible to Draenor.
In fact, a few Mag'har orcs expressed doubts about this.
For example, if the population of the Warsong clan has never exceeded one million, how can they train an arrow array of half a million crossbowmen?
In addition, Gormash also has 300,000 wolf cavalry and 500,000 heavy infantry under his command.
How are armored weapons made?
How are Wolf Warriors trained?
How to solve the logistical supply problem in the ten-year war with the Ogre Empire?
If you think about it for a moment, you'll find that it's full of loopholes.
It's a pity that not many Mag'har orcs know how to think.
The Mag'har orcs living in seclusion in the mountains of Hellfire Peninsula and the mountains of Nagrand dreamed of their ancestor Gormash on the same night.
The Mag'har orcs were boiling.
Many small leaders were ambitious and felt that the time had come to revive the orcs. They overcame all difficulties and led their tribesmen out of the mountains and headed straight for Auchindoun.
More Mag'har orcs beat their chests and gave up this opportunity helplessly due to various reasons such as conditions not permitting and tribesmen's opposition.
Akama and other slum bosses were waiting in Auchindoun. Mag'har orcs arrived one after another, and everyone was happy.
The big bosses took the initiative to show their goodwill to the Mag'har orcs and provided logistical supplies, which made the Mag'har orcs feel that this was their destiny.
Everyone recommended the highly respected Gerkan Bloodfist as the leader of the Mag'har orcs to negotiate with Shafar, the node prince of the Mana Tomb.
Initially, Node Prince Shafar refused.
Gerkan Bloodfist, on behalf of the Mag'har orcs, tactfully stated that he only wanted to get back the relics of the Warsong clan and wanted nothing else.
Node Prince Shafar reluctantly agreed, but sternly pointed out that space nodes are very dangerous, and you will get lost in them if you are not careful.
Gerkan Bloodfist declared confidently: "We Mag'har orcs are not afraid of death."
The negotiations ended successfully and both parties reached a verbal agreement.
Gerkan Bloodfist secretly found it funny: The stupid Star Boundary Consortium, no matter what the space node has, belongs to us Mag'har orcs, and in the end it has to be decided by force.
The slumlords congratulated each other, and then all they had to do was watch the Mag'har orcs take the initiative to die.
Node Prince Shafar opened the Mana Tomb as agreed, revealing the gloomy spatial cracks inside.
A large number of Mag'har orcs walked into the space rift without hesitation, trying to find a way to the space node.
Akama and other slum bosses are waiting for the results of the exploration. As more and more Mag'har orcs are lost in the space rifts, the node prince Shafar gradually has an idea and has drawn a map of the periphery of the space node. Successfully
It's just a matter of time.
More than five thousand Mag'har orcs have disappeared.
The slumlords and the Mag'har orcs gathered in Auchindoun, and the news quickly spread throughout the outer lands, attracting the attention of some people.
The four Anachronos heard the news and quietly came to Oakington.
Although this matter was kept strictly confidential, there were too many Mag'har orcs stationed in Auchindoun and they had many mouths to talk about, so the four of them were able to find out the information smoothly.
"Is there a relic of the Warsong clan in the space node?" The bronze dragon Anaclos didn't know the history of the Outland, so he asked Durotan: "What do you think about this matter?"
Durotan paused, then rolled his eyes and said, "I was not yet born when Gormash Hellscream became the chief, and I was about to ask the prophet Velen for advice."
When Gormash served as warchief, the draenei had already settled in the Outlands, and Velen was a witness to that era.
Velen said calmly: "Holy Light, don't you know you will be punished for telling the truth?"
Head of State Margok shrugged and said:
"Forget it, let me tell you. As far as I know, the Warsong clan in the Gormash era was extremely weak, with a population of less than 30,000, and they were starved of food. They were on the verge of extinction due to the exclusion of other orc clans. In order to survive, Gor
Marsh leads the tribe
They surrendered to us ogres and were willing to be our slaves. Later, the Gorian Empire declined and many orc slaves were freed. Gormash used bloody methods to force them to join the Warsong Clan, which laid the foundation for the rise of the Warsong Clan."
Anachronos blinked and asked: "I heard that the Gorian Empire once ruled the entire Draenor. How did it decline?"
Margok lowered his head and said sadly:
"As the saying goes, what goes up must come down. During the reign of my predecessor, the head of state Murok, he sent an army to conquer the Throne of Elements and held the elements of Draenor in the hands of the ogres, which represented the pinnacle of the ogre empire. At that time, the orcs were just
Our slaves, it is a pity that a plague has struck the ogre empire. This plague is very strange. Only the ogres are infected. How many glorious ogre cities have become dead cities overnight. Only Highmaul relies on Titan relics.
Withstood the spread of the plague."
"You mean the plague?"
Anachronos scratched his head. The Kingdom of Lordaeron had also been attacked by plague. Both humans and ogres were once enemies of the orcs. What a coincidence!
Margok looked at Velen dissatisfied: "The elements themselves told us that the plague was released by the draenei. Is that true?"
Velen's eyes were wandering: "What are you talking about? How could we Draenei release the plague? This is simply nonsense."
Margok snorted coldly: "Hmph, the Draenei have been wandering in the stars for more than 20,000 years. Maybe you have carried an unknown plague with you."
"There is absolutely no such thing." Velen firmly denied: "The Holy Light protects us, and the Draenei will not carry any plague."
Durotan stood up to smooth things over: "Forget it, let's not mention the past. I'm going to see Gerkan Blood Fist. Which of you will go with me?"
"What are you going to do?" Margok asked.
Durotan sighed: "I can't sit back and watch the Mag'har orcs die in vain."
"What, you said this is a conspiracy." Gerkan Bloodfist looked at the orc in front of him angrily: "Do you know what you are talking about? The soul of the ancestors kindly reminds us that the glorious Warsong clan is waiting for us.
Dig, the orcs in the Outland will rise again, and the Orcs will become the masters of the Outland again, and you actually want to stop it, are you still not an orc?"
Durotan looked at him with pity: "Gerkan, don't be stubborn. The Warsong clan is not as powerful as the legend says. That is just a fabricated lie."
"Absurd." Gerkan Bloodfist slammed the table, pointed at Durotan's nose and shouted:
"As long as you are an orc, you should not slander the great ancestor. This is an unforgivable betrayal of the orcs."
Durotan's face darkened and he asked, "Gerkan, have you ever heard of the Thunder God Clan?"
"Are you talking about the Thundergod clan that competes with the Frostwolf clan for the Frostfire Ridge?" Gerkan was still angry: "So what if I heard about it, you traitor to the orcs."
Durotan said without changing his expression: "The Thunder God clan lives in the bones of a void creature named Gromgar. Gromgar is still alive and has told me many things."
"The void creatures are insidious and cunning. They are full of lies and cannot be trusted." Gerkan Blood Fist said loudly.
"I have evidence." Durotan also fought hard for the Mag'har orcs.
"Where is the evidence? Bring it out, or I will hang you, you shameless traitor and scum." Gerkan Xue Fist frowned.
"The evidence is in the Auchenai Crypts," Durotan said calmly.