"The glorious city in the distance can serve as the foundation for us to stand firm in this world."
"Take it."
"No matter how much blood you pay, it is still a necessary sacrifice on the road to success."
"Without a doubt."
"..."
Dazar'alor North.
The drizzle was falling continuously from the dark sky.
The rainy season is about to begin.
No matter whether the person on the ground is a troll or an orc, the rain will always fall on the ground.
There are tents everywhere.
They are all orcs full of fangs.
Trees that had grown for who knows how many years were cut down and used as tents and materials for keeping warm in the drizzle.
At the same time, cutting down these trees will also make the Zandalari trolls, who are good at hiding in the forest, lose the advantage of ambush and observation.
The originally dense virgin forest has been cut down to create a very wide open space, and countless tents are located in this open space.
The open space is like a wound in the forest, the densely packed tents are the pustules on the wound, and the orcs moving in the wound are bacteria to the forest.
Bacteria swept in from another world.
In the center of countless orc tents, there is the most prominent and spacious tent.
Several tall and strong orcs gathered together and watched the scene shown to them by their leader Ner'zhul.
In the picture, there is a golden pyramid city all over the place, which is a bit blurry under the drizzle.
Its vastness and the number of trolls living in it caught the eyes of the orc leaders.
Ner'zhul, who was surrounded in the middle, looked the youngest. On the contrary, the orc leaders surrounding him looked older than him. However, these orcs were almost the same size, with bulging muscles and explosive bodies.
"Half of our warriors have come over. Our people can also start preparing to come over." The young Ner'zhul raised his chin high, and his fangs were turned out, looking confident.
"Let them come and enjoy this world that we have built for them. This world is just a starting point for us, a beginning."
"There is another world."
His passionate words made the surrounding orc leaders excited. Everyone raised their hands and clenched their fists.
The blood of evil energy and the power of evil energy flow in their bones and muscles.
The desire for destruction and the thirst for killing surged in their minds.
Ner'zhul, who had brought all this to the orcs, was quite proud of himself.
The Lord promised him that he would be the leader of the orcs forever.
The orcs will also be the invincible legion, the vanguard to destroy and conquer the world among countless stars.
The young Ner'zhul was previously highly recognized by the elements. This brought him great prestige among the orcs, even though he was actually very young at the time.
However, now, faced with an element that is weak and can be bullied, the young leader believes that this kind of weak power is not what he should have.
Domineering, going forward indomitably, and destroying all evil energy is the power you deserve.
Orcs, that's how they should be.
You shouldn't live in the jungle, pick up thunder elephant dung on the grasslands of Nagrand, and fight to the death with the brainless Yilong on the cliffs of Goldron.
Conquest and death, slavery and victory should be the eternal belonging of the orcs.
With the belief that he must win, the young Ner'zhul led his people across the world and volunteered to be the vanguard of those adults.
Let these blue-skinned monsters in the forest become the first targets of the orcs to conquer and the first batch of alien slaves of the orcs!!
The high-spirited young leader began to prepare for the next wave of orc attacks.
"What's going on with the Warsong clan? The desolate Gobi desert shouldn't be an obstacle to them!"
"Our power is unstoppable! The Wolf Cavalry sent news that the Warsong Clan has captured more than 80% of the land in the area that the locals call Volton Desert. Only some serpentine people are still resisting."
"Tell Gormash and his son that whether Hellscream can keep the reputation of the Warsong clan depends on whether they can capture that barren land for the orcs within ten sunrises and sunsets!!"
"What about the fighting situation in the forest? The speed of advancement is not satisfactory to me. Almost all the soldiers have arrived in this world. We cannot let our soldiers crowd together. This continent can only be the continent of the orcs."
"Those cannon fodder who call themselves blood trolls are very weak in combat. Only our warriors can fight against these blue monsters. They are very tenacious and strong-willed. Compared to the weak Draenei, they have a stronger fighting spirit."
"Kilrogg, your last name has been changed to Dead Eye by you. You killed your father and became the chief, and brought your people to this world. Just to tell me this? Tell me, the warriors of your tribe
Can't we break through the front lines of these blue-skinned monsters?"
"Dead Eye, we are both young. When I met you at the Kashgar Festival in Nagrand, I thought you would be a brave commander."
"Don't disappoint me. Chief Blackhand of the Blackstone Clan will not say that the enemy is tough. He will only think that his warriors are weak and that he is not fierce enough!!"
"alright."
After Ner'zhul admonished a young, strong and brave chieftain, he looked around at the clan chiefs who were looking down upon them.
"The people present are all chiefs of powerful clans. They are all brave warriors. We are unstoppable!"
"However, the enemies are indeed not weak sheep that can be bullied. And there are many of them."
Ner'zhul's blood-red eyes narrowed.
"Let them out. Let them take the lead in breaking through the enemy's front lines and bring destruction and despair to the enemy."
"We brought them here from Draenor, not to let them waste food in vain."
"Do you think there's anything wrong with me doing this?" Ner'zhul looked at the chiefs around him, as if seeking their opinions.
Most of the orc chiefs bowed their heads and remained silent.
At this time, a strong orc chief whispered: "Warchief, will this be a waste? We can let those skeletons go up first, and our warriors behind. Those weapons will be needed when attacking the city later.
"
"Galad, I remember this is your name. Chief of the Frostwolves, although Chief Blackhand thinks your clan is starting to become weak. But I don't think so. This may be your wisdom."
"Don't worry, Galad. We still have many cards in our cards, let them play."
"I have a hunch that this forest will soon become full of water. Before that, we have to live in their cities to escape this annoying heavy rain."
Galad nodded and stepped back.
He looked at these chiefs, many of whom were older than him and once stronger than him, now bowing down under his command.
