Doras giggled, the fat on her cheeks trembling violently.
You know, the rules of the orcs are very strict, and women cannot smile easily in front of men, but Doras has a different kind of charm when she smiles.
Garrosh could clearly smell the gold coins, and he could drown in the ocean of gold coins.
Doras smiled and waved her hands and said: "I don't need you to pay any price. I want a man. As long as I give enough gold coins, I can have as many as I want. What I need is a backer, a strong arm. There is no power."
Support, wealth is like a castle in the air, a rootless duckweed, I need the support of an orc warchief."
"Why not choose Thrall?" Garrosh asked deliberately.
"You are a smart man, why do you need to ask questions knowingly?" Doras sat in the middle of a pile of corpses, like a ghost mushroom secretly blooming in the cemetery: "Thall can hold the position of chief without my support.
, I am just a crutch for him, I can throw it away at any time after using it, and then he will tear me into pieces and eat me, and take possession of all my wealth."
Garrosh nodded and said with admiration: "You are a smart woman."
"I just have a sense of crisis and prepare for it in advance."
Doras gritted his teeth, a pair of sharp fangs showing a cold light: "You know how much suffering I have suffered over the years, countless people snooping on my wealth, countless sneak attacks and assassinations. I thought Kane Bloodhoof
is a warrior,
I didn't expect that he turned out to be a coward. I was so disappointed. I helped you ascend to the position of chief, and you provided me with shelter. You can't do without my wealth. I must rely on your power. This is more important than anything else.
All covenants are more reliable."
"A fair deal." Garrosh smiled ferociously, but then asked worriedly: "To be honest, I am not optimistic about the cooperation between you and me. I don't want to risk my life for a hopeless plan. If
If you have mature ideas, it's best to tell me so that I can evaluate the risks and benefits."
"A rational orc, you are much smarter than your father." Doras took out a bottle of red wine and two glasses from the cabinet: "If you like, why not let us drink and talk."
Garrosh shook his head, still remaining vigilant enough.
Doras disagreed, took a sip of blood-like red wine, and said slowly:
"With the rise of the Scourge, Azeroth's last peace has been broken, and it is about to enter an era of chaos. Although Thrall is not a savior, he successfully united the orcs. This is his greatest contribution, regardless of
He has done many wrong things, but this alone is enough for the orcs to support him."
Garrosh looked solemn and gritted his teeth and said: "You are absolutely right. Based on this alone, Thrall can firmly sit on the position of warchief. No matter how hard I work, how I make great achievements, and how great my achievements are.
Glory will also go to Thrall, all thanks to his wise leadership."
Doras's eyes were bright: "So you must first learn to be patient, first learn to hide yourself, and don't compete with Sal for power. The time is not yet ripe, and you need to accumulate strength in secret."
"How long do I have to wait?" Garrosh's eyes were on fire: "Thall is about the same age as me, and my father is still suffering from his torture."
Doras sighed and said quietly: "This is what I am most worried about. In order to become the chief, you must give up your father and temporarily put aside the idea of revenge for him. Time is on your side."
Garrosh's feelings for his father are not as deep as he imagined, otherwise he would have rushed into the orc camp and tried his best to rescue his father. He still has not forgotten what the old shaman taught him:
"Except for yourself, there is no one in this world worth fighting for."
"I don't understand why time is on my side." Garrosh asked in confusion.
Doras looked indifferent, as if he had seen through everything: "I am older than you and have experienced countless intrigues. What you lack is just experience. All creatures are accustomed to being tired, and the orcs are the same. Moreover, Thrall has a weakness.
He is too eager for quick success. As long as he is the warchief for a day, the orcs will continue to fight and never stop. This will speed up the orcs' boredom with Thrall. Many people will have this idea, why not try another warchief."
"You are wrong." Garrosh disagreed with Doras and retorted:
"The orcs are just a group of hungry wolves in the wilderness. Only by constant killing and constant war can they survive. I understand the history of the orcs. Before entering Azeroth, the orc tribes often fought in melee, fighting against the ogres.
Hatred will never end, comfort and peace will only lead to the destruction of the orcs."
"You are absolutely right." Doras showed appreciation and nodded in admiration:
"So when you become the warchief, you must do better than Thrall and be more ferocious than him. I have a good plan for a long time to create a real Iron Orcs. You will definitely become a greater chief than Thrall."
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Garrosh grinned, "I like this plan."
Doras solemnly warned:
"Remember, all false claims are false. Only by firmly holding the army in your hands is the most reliable guarantee for fighting for the position of warchief. When the orcs are tired of Thrall's leadership, you can timely
Stand up, overthrow Thrall's rule with absolute strength, and replace it."
Garrosh was very smart and said with a ferocious smile: "So I want to help Thrall and keep making him make mistakes to make the orcs tired of his rule, right?"
Doras nodded with satisfaction and said:
"Smart, fighting and killing, and making enemies on all sides, Thrall will definitely fall deeper and deeper. He will eventually enjoy this feeling and be unable to extricate himself. Thrall's reliance is nothing more than the Burning Legion and the guardian Medivh. If the Burning Legion wins,
There is nothing we can do, it is destiny. If we fail, he will lose an arm. We cannot fight against the Guardian, but as long as Thrall and Medivh are cut off, Thrall will never be able to stand up again."
Garrosh was naturally aware of Thrall's connection with Medivh, and he revealed a name through his teeth:
"Gianna!"
Doras continued: "Before overthrowing Thrall's rule, you must first learn from Thrall. He has many advantages that are worth learning and thinking about. Our cooperation is for...
"
"For Azeroth." Garrosh said naturally, he had learned Thrall's hypocrisy.
"Very good!" Doras breathed a sigh of relief. She also took a lot of risks in this negotiation. Garrosh is a ferocious beast. Fortunately, this beast has a brain and enough sense.
Garrosh and Doras sat in the middle of a pile of corpses and talked all night. Both of them were confident about the future.
During the long night, Eitrigg waited outside, feeling uneasy, fearing that Garrosh would mess things up.
He seemed to hear a few screams and was so frightened that he almost ran away. Fortunately, everything was calm after that.
Early the next morning, Garrosh walked out of the cabin. The night's discussions had consumed countless energy, making him look particularly tired. The dark circles under his eyes were as thick as those of a pandaren, and it was obvious that he had not slept all night.
Eitrigg had to admire secretly: Young people have good physical strength.
"How are things going?" Eitrigg asked hurriedly.
"The mission has been fulfilled." Garrosh smiled confidently. (To be continued)