Eitrigg looked around cautiously and held the battle ax under the table.
A dark figure appeared in front of Eitrigg, sitting majestically on the dining table. The beef and red wine on the table quickly disappeared.
Eitrigg looked at the black shadow timidly, his palms full of sweat, and he didn't dare to breathe.
"You can call me Xutres." The shadow seemed to be smiling.
Judging from the name, Black Shadow should be a dragon.
Eitrigg showed a flattering look and asked: "Are you a noble dragon?"
The black shadow did not answer: "Etrigg, you can't find out my identity. The reason why I want to see you is because you still have some use."
"If there is anything I can do to help, I will definitely help." Eitrigg vowed.
The black shadow asked: "Let me ask you, did you ever see the sacred dragon when you were in the Holy Light Legion?"
Eitrigg thought about it for a long time, then hesitantly said:
"I'm not sure. The ground where I was resurrected was golden and as smooth as a mirror. They said it was a scale of the sacred dragon, and we were all on the scale."
"A scale?" Black Shadow asked in surprise.
Eitrigg scratched his head: "I don't know how big that scale is. Our movements are restricted."
The black shadow nodded: "Sure enough, the sacred dragon is one of the biggest secrets of the Holy Light Legion. The sacred dragons of Azeroth are actually defective products."
Eitrigg lowered his head and carefully observed the black shadow in front of him.
"Etrigg, do you want to return to the position of warchief?" the shadow asked.
"I only dreamed about it, but..." Eitrigg looked sad and almost cried.
"If you want to return to the position of chief, no one can help you, you can only rely on yourself." Black Shadow said seriously: "As long as you think clearly about what the Holy Light Army wants, then the position of chief is yours.
No one can take it away from you."
The black shadow disappeared, and Eitrigg let out a sigh of relief. This mysterious dragon clan put too much pressure on him.
What does the Legion of Light want?
According to previous analysis, the Holy Light Legion, like the Burning Legion, wants high-quality souls.
Therefore, there is a confrontation between the Alliance and the Horde. Azeroth is constantly in war, life is like grass, and heroes occasionally die in battle.
But many people know this answer, and it is not the final answer.
Eitrigg was confused and depressed, so he went to the deck to take a breath.
The moonlight is thick, and the clear moonlight shines on the sparkling sea.
When I thought about Red Blackhand becoming the warchief, dominating and tyrannizing while laughing at Eitrigg's stupidity, my heart was filled with panic.
In Orgrimmar, the morning light shines on the land, and the new warchief Red Blackhand can't wait to see Thrall.
Thrall looked at Red Blackhand's expression and guessed a bit, shrugged and said:
"You are the chief? Congratulations."
Reid nodded proudly.
"I knew it would be like this." Thrall flattered without leaving a trace: "You know why I wanted to kill you in the first place, because I know very well that you are the most powerful competitor for the position of warchief, and you are the same as me.
The son of a tribal chief, he is extremely knowledgeable and highly respected. If you don’t die, I won’t be able to sleep well.”
Red shook his head: "I am different from you. I am the real son of Chief Blackstone. Who are you? Just a slave of Karazhan."
Thrall did not dare to argue about this and asked cautiously: "Orgrimmar is besieged by mutated tauren. How do you plan to solve the dilemma?"
"It's easy!"
Reid said unhurriedly: "The light-forged orcs are loyal, but they also have their own ideas. Eitrigg's choice to avoid the war has aroused the dissatisfaction of the light-forged orcs. My method is to follow people's hearts and start a war against the tauren.
What the Holy Light Legion wants is souls. All the light-forged orcs in Orgrimmar are dead, and the Holy Light Legion will definitely send new ones."
Thrall showed admiration: "Smart approach, Eitrigg only looks at the surface of things, but cannot see through the deeper levels. You can also learn from Chen Stormstout and build a light-forged orc breeding base, but you lack one person."
An archmage who can rival Khadgar."
Red shook his head and said: "I don't need any breeding base. If the light-forged orcs want to die, I'll just let them die."
Sal raised his head and said cautiously:
"But deep down, no one wants to die."
"That's why I came to you, Thrall." Red smiled sinisterly: "Let the orcs die happily, but you don't have many advantages."
Thrall hesitated for a moment: "Okay, I'll try my best, and you give me some orcs who can speak well."
After Thrall's brief training, a propaganda team appeared in Orgrimmar, giving speeches everywhere.
War is the most cruel thing in the world. It is the loss of countless lives and a tragedy that embodies blood and tears.
But this propaganda team portrays war as a happy and fun thing, which is the great meaning of the orcs' existence.
It seems that in the midst of joyful singing and laughter, the opponent can be wiped out.
The young light-forged orcs were inspired, and each of them happily gathered in front of the city gate with a satisfied smile.
A team of thousands of people rushed out of the gates of Orgrimmar and were completely wiped out in less than a quarter of an hour.
Then the second team began to prepare, singing and dancing happily, happily, and soon became the dead souls on the battlefield.
In less than three days, except for the three thousand Blackstone clan who were specially reserved, all the light-forged orcs who came with Eitrigg died without even leaving their names.
Just as Red predicted, Narukshiri arrived and established a permanent portal in Orgrimmar, sending a team of 50,000 people at once.
Xili tactfully stated that the Legion of Light supports Red's great cause, and that the number of light-forged orcs is endless and they can be sacrificed at will.
The propaganda team has started to take action again. It is a fun and simple thing to vividly describe how to fight the tauren and how to make people happy.
So these young people died generously with smiles on their faces.
Tauren Chief Rom came out of the injury camp with a gloomy look on his face.
The inheritance of the Deathhoof Emperor gave the tauren a strong body, capable of crushing orcs with ease.
However, mutated tauren will also become tired.
When the orcs continued to attack for 24 hours regardless of the cost, many tauren fell down due to exhaustion.
The tauren are good at herbal medicine, but unfortunately they cannot cure the mutated tauren's injuries, so they can only stay in the injury camp for observation.
Rom returned to his tent. After many days of fighting, he killed countless light-forged orcs, and even the bloody rune spear became dim.
"There is no undead army. We will be tired, hurt, and die."
Roma grabbed his hair and began to think about the next step.
"It's time to send someone to negotiate with Red Blackhand."
When Reid learned that the tauren wanted to negotiate, he smiled coldly and rejected it directly.
However, Thrall had a different opinion and said to Red Blackhand:
"Although the Holy Light Legion wants souls, what they want is diversity and different souls. It would be better if they could have a wonderful life. If you give the light-forged orcs to the mutated tauren to kill, the Holy Light Legion will be very happy.
You will soon get tired of it and have to change your approach."
"Your opinion is to make peace with the tauren?" Reid asked unhappily.
"Not just making peace, but also forming an alliance with them, uniting to build a new tribe, and confronting the alliance."
Thrall said seriously: "This will bring more death and different flavors of souls."