In order to avoid long nights and dreams, the slum bosses did not dare to stay longer and left quickly.
Along the way, I could only hear the cheers from the Mag'har orcs, which was deafening, like rolling thunder.
Golor Ansu walked briskly and asked strangely as he walked:
"I really don't understand why the Mag'har orcs rise?"
"Enjoy yourself!" the ogre boss said with disdain: "This is the tradition of the orcs. When they were slaves of our ogres, they were extremely pleased with themselves."
The tiger man urged: "Forget it, why bother with these idiots, hurry up and give the node key to Lord Wojin."
Being tolerated by Adal, the slumlords actually had little choice but to hope that Wo'jin would keep his promise.
The big bosses had just left Auchindoun, and smoke was billowing in the distance. A large group of orcs came to kill them, and the leader was King Saurfang.
Golor Ansu looked at the mighty orc army in the distance and said in surprise:
"So that's it. The Mag'har orcs are joining the tribe. They have really risen."
Akama smiled faintly, pointed at the orc army and said:
"There is murderous intent, and the fierce light shoots straight into the sky. I think this matter is not that simple."
"What else? Do you want to kill all the Mag'har orcs and make them into hard meat jerky?" Golor Ansu felt funny: "I don't think King Saurfang would be so cruel."
"I heard that King Saurfang is the moral model of Azeroth." The Khajiit scratched his head: "The leaders of the tribe are all noble and pure."
Several bosses in the slums shook their heads. They would not believe such nonsense. They felt that their future was uncertain.
Akama whispered: "I need to deal with some things. You go to Wojin to collect the reward. You don't have to wait for me."
After saying that, Akama turned and left, while the others showed envious expressions.
Golol Ansu said fiercely: "Wealth is gained through danger, so what if we gamble once!"
Saurfang led the Orgrimmar orcs and surrounded Auchindoun tightly.
In terms of numbers, the orcs of Orgrimmar are far inferior to the orcs of Mag'har.
But the Orgrimmar orcs are fully armed, while the Mag'har orcs have wooden clubs as their main weapon.
Seeing that the Orgrimmar orcs had completed the siege, Gormash, the soul of the ancestors, sneered:
"You all know that King Saurfang was born in the noble Blackstone clan. He was once the supreme commander of the orcs. He has noble morals and impeccable character. He is the moral model of Azeroth. Compared with the insidious and treacherous Thrall, Saurfang
King Fal is as spotless as crystal, and from today on, we will join the Horde, and the Mag'har orcs have risen."
Encountering such a major change, the Mag'har orcs whispered, and Gormash said again:
"My compatriots, look at your miserable life, without enough food and clothing, how miserable it is. The land of Azeroth is fertile, and the orcs occupy the entire Kalimdor, which is larger than the entire Outland. The real milk and
There is good land for honey, and large fields are waiting to be cultivated. You can join the tribe, or you can become a farmer gloriously, and you will no longer suffer from hunger and cold."
As soon as these words came out, the Mag'har orcs were deeply touched and kept nodding.
In order to stay away from the war, the Mag'har orcs lived in seclusion in the mountains of Hellfire Peninsula and Nagrand. The land was barren and they lived a life of hunger and misery.
If Azeroth had vast tracts of land waiting to be cultivated, Overlord Saurfang would be a savior.
Gormash said calmly: "I will never force anyone. Those who want to join the tribe can sign up from the east exit and just pass a simple test. Those who don't want to join the tribe can go home from the west exit. I wish you the best.
Good luck to you, my dear compatriots."
After a short discussion, most of the Mag'har orcs chose to join the tribe, while a few wanted to go home.
At the east and west exits of Auchindoun, the Mag'har orcs lined up neatly.
The testing and screening lasted for seven full days. In the wilderness where Oakington was located, the wooden poles were like a dense forest, covered with strips of meat waiting to be dried.
Several Mag'har orcs who passed the test were responsible for driving away the vultures, chatting while working.
"I think King Saurfang is the greatest. With his help, we Mag'har orcs have really risen, and Gormash, the soul of the ancestors, is slightly less powerful."
Another orc said: "The test is very difficult. Many tribesmen have failed."
"Less than one in a thousand passes." An orc dug his ears: "Those who did not pass were made into hard meat jerky."
The last Mag'har orc smiled cruelly:
"Trash is not qualified to live. Thank you King Saurfang and the soul of the ancestors, Gormash."
"Yes, the great King Saurfang is a great hero among the orcs, a great hero, kind and kind, my idol."
In Auchindoun, half a million Mag'har orcs were sacrificed, and the bones piled up in the wilderness outside Auchindoun, so it was named the Bone Wilderness.
It's a pity that no one remembers their existence.
To the west of Shattrath City, there is a small mountain col, where the slum boss made an appointment with Wojin.
Vol'jin took the node key from Golor Ansu and looked at it carefully.
"Are you sure this is the real node key?" Wojin asked worriedly.
Golor Ansu showed a clever expression: "It's absolutely true, the node key has never left my sight."
Wo'jin breathed a sigh of relief and asked with a smile: "What reward should I give you?"
Golor Ansu swore: "It is an honor for me to serve Lord Vol'jin."
Wojin nodded and said in a measured tone: "I will give you the highest honor. In the tribe, only the bravest warriors are qualified to enjoy this honor."
The slumlords were overjoyed that Wo'jin had kept his promise and had made the right bet.
Golor Ansu was so excited that he burst into tears: "Thank you Lord Wojin for your love."
Wojin said with certainty: "You all know that the great savior Thrall is kind and kind, and you are very honored to be qualified to sit on the dining table of savior Thrall."
I had the honor to have dinner with the savior, and the eyes of all the big guys were bright.
This means endless connections to join the top elite of the tribe.
"The grace of the savior is something I will never forget." Golol Ansu was moved to tears.
Wojin smiled cruelly and said: "Congratulations, you will be made into the most delicious delicacies for the great savior to enjoy."
"What?"
The gangsters in the slums were struck by lightning, and the most terrible thing they expected happened.
"Wo'jin, you actually deceived me." Golor Anzu grabbed the Tibu blazing sword at his waist.
Unfortunately, it was too late. Wojin lowered his body and a cloud of smoke rose up and disappeared.
A large number of orc archers appeared above the mountain col, and arrows rained down like rain.
The arrows were smeared with poison specially prepared by the Serpent Temple. Gronn and the One-Eyed Demon fainted on the ground before they could transform.
Thrall appeared on the hillside, took the node key from Wo'jin, and said with a cruel smile:
"What a bunch of useless trash, idiots." Thrall pointed to the slum bosses below: "Adal is looking for them. Cut off their heads and go to Shattrath City to collect the reward. The rest will be my dinner. I will go there early."