Chapter eight hundred and thirty: internal friction two
"I don't need any peerless orc beauty."
King Mogmulok looked upright. He felt that he was a great hero, and refusing the temptation of beautiful women was an essential quality for a hero.
Rexxar was so cunning. He had done his homework a long time ago and took out a portrait and handed it to King Mogmulok: "Please look at this, King. This is the beauty Thrall wants to give to you. She is named Azeroth."
The second most beautiful woman, second only to Agna, the most beautiful orc."
This is a female orc wearing a glorious suit. The golden plate armor sets off the green skin, the exquisite fangs, the ferocious face, the mouth full of sharp teeth, the ferocious eyes, and the thick limbs, which immediately attracted Mogmulok.
Your Majesty, I can't help but drool.
Rexxar said with envy: "This girl is born with a strange fragrance. As soon as she goes out on the street, the strong body odor can be smelled throughout Orgrimmar. It is said that this girl has not taken a bath since she was born."
King Mogmulok's eyes widened after hearing this, with a look of longing on his face:
"Okay, okay, this is exactly the beauty I need. She has been washed by water and has lost her natural simplicity. Can she still be called a beauty?"
Having said this, King Mogmulok showed a lonely look:
"Brother Lexa, to tell you the truth, I am actually a direct descendant of the royal family of the Kingdom of Goria. The last emperor of the Kingdom of Goria was my grandfather. After the fall of the kingdom, my father was insidiously killed on the way to escape.
The draenei caught him, and the cruel Velen used the holy light to burn him. I will never forget the ferocious face of my enemy Velen."
King Mogmulok's performance gradually came into play, and he barely squeezed out a few tears: "My father threw me into a dry well to escape the capture of the draenei. After that, I thought about restoring the country all the time, and fighting for my father and the country.
Grandpa took revenge, but unfortunately he never got what he wanted. Now that I have entered middle age, it is time to start a family and start a business, and to multiply the royal bloodline of the empire."
Rexxar was secretly amused. Even though the ogres were naive and silly, they were the most cunning. There were hundreds of them in Azeroth who claimed to be descendants of the royal family of the Goria Empire.
But the superficial skills still need to be done properly. Lexa hurriedly knelt on the ground, with tears in his eyes: "It turns out that the king is an extremely noble royal family of the Golia Empire. I am disrespectful and disrespectful. I, Lexa, can witness the royal blood of the empire with my own eyes.
It’s worth it.”
King Mogmulok hurriedly helped Rexxar up and said with a straight face: "Brother Rexxar, I tell you the truth out of trust in you. This matter must be kept secret, not even the savior Thrall can tell you."
Rexxar secretly thought: Thrall will not believe your lies, and swore: "I, Rexxar, swear that if you reveal anything, I will die badly."
King Mogmulok nodded happily, patted Rexxar on the shoulder and said: "We only have some heart-to-heart talks with you as soon as we see each other. In our royal family, the black magic of enslaving high-level elements is not spread.
It is a secret, but for Azeroth and for the great savior Thrall, I am willing to dedicate it."
The transaction went so smoothly this time, Lexa was delighted. He clapped his hands, and a large car slowly entered Brackenwall Village. Stepping out of the orc's peerless beauty, the strong body odor made the ogres in Brackenwall Village...
Almost fainted.
King Mogmulok was immediately conquered by the beauty's body odor and charm, and he kept his promise and taught the black magic to the two Rexxar brothers.
After seeing the black magic, the two brothers felt that this method was profound and difficult to understand for a while. King Mogmulok seriously explained: "This method must be used with caution. If it is a person with insufficient talent, it will not only be difficult to use it successfully, but will also be used by others."
harmed."
This warning made the two brothers not dare to try it easily, and they hurriedly sent it back to Orgrimmar.
After obtaining this black magic, Thrall showed enough caution and summoned a group of resourceful shamans to study the black magic together, but he did not dare to tell the guardian Aegwynn.
Because it cannot be used easily, although the best shamans among the orcs have been gathered, they still have little understanding of this black magic, but they are sure that it can threaten elemental creatures.
The one who finally found the answer was the evil soul Brox, a veteran of the Burning Legion, hidden in Thrall.
"Thall, you must be careful. It may be a trap. This magic uses the power of evil energy. I don't remember that the ogres in the Goria Empire use evil energy."
Thrall was very dissatisfied with the evil soul living in his body, and said in a strange manner:
"Brocks, I remember you are just a humble deserter. How much do you know about the history of the Goria Empire?"
"Thall!" Brox was furious. He knew it was not the time to break up with Thrall yet, so he softened his attitude: "Finally, I'm warning you, I don't think this magic comes from the Goria Empire. This magic has the influence of the Burning Legion.
smell."
"Burning Legion?" Thrall's brows widened after hearing this. If this was the black magic used by ogres to enslave elemental creatures, Thrall would inevitably doubt its authenticity and origin.
But no one should be able to fake the evil magic of the Burning Legion. Perhaps the Legion had colluded with the Goria Empire for a long time, which gave Thrall a little more confidence. He said with a gloomy face:
"Brox, you have no idea how dangerous the situation is. If you are not careful, I and the entire orc family will be in dire straits. If I lose my position as chief, the tauren and pandas will definitely tear me apart.
You have to take risks in anything you do, and in my opinion, the risks are worth it.”
Controlling the water elemental lord Neptulon, Thrall did not trust others and went into battle himself.
On the tall altar on the coastline, Neptulon stayed awake for several days, constantly communicating with the will of the sea. Most of the broken wills of the sea have been convinced by him. As long as a certain price is paid, the wrath of the tide can be calmed.
These prices were nothing more than sacrifices, such as dead souls. No matter how harsh the request, Neptulon agreed to them all. Anyway, it was the orcs who had to pay the price.
Thrall led a large group of shamans to the altar. Neptulon looked down on this cruel orc and behaved extremely rudely, which only increased Thrall's jealousy.
Neptulon had no intention of becoming the leader of the tribe, and never thought that he and Thrall were rivals, so Neptulon had no defense against Thrall.
What's more, Neptulon is Thrall's guardian at the moment, protecting the safety of Orgrimmar, and he would never think that the orcs would take action against him.
"Lord Neptulon, I am a fairly good shaman, good at elemental magic. How can I help you?" Thrall said in a pretended to be attentive manner.
Neptulon waved his hand and said arrogantly: "It is very difficult to communicate with the will of the ocean. If you don't have a will as strong as mine, you have to be like the sage of the tide. After years of accumulation, you will gradually understand the meaning of the tide.
Rules, you can’t do it.”
Thrall said calmly: "Lord Neptulon, you are a great water elemental lord. Of course I can't compare with you, but when I was serving in the Burning Legion, thanks to Lord Archimonde's love, I once gave you some guidance.
There are a few tricks, including ways to communicate with the tide."
"Oh, the Burning Legion also has this method? I really want to see it." Neptulon showed strong interest.