Nekros suppressed his ecstasy and excitement and returned to the orcs' base camp safely.
Sure enough, as he imagined, the eyes of his tribe were very unfriendly. The orcs, who believed in dying in battle, became extremely timid after drinking demon blood, and became even more fanatical and bloodthirsty.
"You look at me like this now."
"In the future you will sing my name in turn!"
Nekros thought firmly.
At the outermost edge of the base camp, next to the rushing Broken River, there is an inconspicuous camp in the corner.
Nekros found his clan chief, Chief Zulud of the Dragonmaw Clan.
See that he is still alive.
Nekros felt a little regretful.
If the chief dies, he may soon become the chief of the clan.
But that's okay.
The chief, like himself, also participated in this defeated war.
If nothing unexpected happened, the chief was also a deserter like himself, and he couldn't blame himself.
"Nekros?! You're still alive?! That's good!" Chief Zulud, who was in a state of embarrassment, saw one of the few warlocks in the tribe come back alive.
The chief was still a little happy.
"Some luck." Nekros pretended to sigh. "It's a pity that the warriors in the tribe can't come back."
"Yes." Chief Zulud sighed along with him.
The Dragonmaw Clan is not a powerful clan, with a population of only tens of thousands at the peak of Draenor.
The Dragonmaw clan who followed Ner'zhul across the Dark Portal was just an ordinary clan that was good at taming animals.
In this battle, the Blood Hollow clan invested their elite. As a follower of the Blood Hollow, Dragonmaw, whose main activity track was also in the Tanarion Jungle, also invested most of its strength.
The result is no result.
The blood cave clan's vitality was severely damaged, and the most powerful and brave chief in history was trapped in the forest.
The Dragonmaw clan who followed the Blood Cave, including thousands of the tribe's most elite warriors, only managed to escape with more than 1,000 orcs.
The tribe's strength was greatly reduced.
However, the vitality is still there, at least the chief and some elites, such as Nekros, one of the few warlocks in the tribe, are still alive.
"How did you come back? Those forest natives, they were so cruel. I almost couldn't come back." Nekros asked pretending to be very concerned.
The Zulud chief did not know that Warlock had had a strange encounter, and Warlock now wanted to challenge his position as chief.
The orc chief's face showed some joy and gratitude. He gave up his body and let Nekros notice a young orc behind him who looked very low-key.
"The tribe was able to survive, and I was able to come back alive. It's all thanks to him, Nekros. Come and get to know him, this is Gul'dan Yanzu..."
"Sh!" The orc young man smiled gently and nodded towards Nekros.
Nekros was stunned for a moment.
"Sh..." the warlock responded to him.
sh is a common context in the orc language, which roughly means "bless you", and can also be understood as "bless you and your tribe".
Nekros looked at Zulud. He wanted to get an explanation from the chief. This young and thin orc was obviously not a member of the tribe.
"It's a long story."
"Gul'dan is a member of the White Fang clan," Chief Zulud said.
"White Fang clan? It seems they didn't escape, they all died in the forest." Nekros said.
"That's right. Gul'dan is the last orc of the White Fang clan."
"You just said that he helped the Dragonmaw clan?"
"That's right."
Zulud sighed.
Next, he told Nekros how he and the elites of the Dragonmaw clan encountered an army of forest natives who could not resist while fleeing in panic in the forest.
In the end, it is the story of how with the flexible and resourceful help of Gul'dan Yanzu, an orc from the White Fang clan, he finally saved the day and successfully escaped back to the base camp.
Nekros soon believed it. He looked at Gul'dan, who was younger than himself, with admiration and said, "You are very good. The Dragonmaw clan welcomes you, and you will be a member of the Dragonmaw clan from now on."
"Sh!" Gul'dan said to him gratefully.
"Sh." Nekros hurriedly returned the greeting, then he approached Chief Zulud and said softly: "Dear Zulud, I have news to tell you, and I hope you can make up your mind."
"Say it, I'm listening." Zulud said.
"It's best if it's just the two of us..." Nekros looked at Gul'dan and the other tribesmen next to him and said hesitantly.
"Gul'dan and I are coming. Let the others rest." Zulud said immediately.
Nekros frowned and looked at Gul'dan. The young orc looked low-key and gentle.
Zulud knew what Nekros meant, and the chief said indifferently: "Gul'dan is very wise, the wisest orc I have ever encountered. Unless we completely listen to him, the Dragonmaw clan would not be able to get rid of it.
Chase in the forest.”
"Nekros," the chieftain emphasized. "His wisdom will be our help, no matter what you want to say. Am I right, Gul'dan?"
"Admirable Zulud, you are always right." Gul'dan said humbly.
Nekros hesitated.
He looked at Zulud and the modest Gul'dan, and finally the warlock said: "Okay. Since you think there is no problem with the chief, then there is no problem with him."
"Tell me, Nekros." Nekros said with a smile. "Of course Gul'dan is fine, he saved the Dragonmaw clan!"
"Okay. That's how it is. When I escaped back, I was helped by a pink-skinned native. He said..."
When Nekros began to excitedly tell the chief about his great discovery, the humble and low-key Gul'dan Yanzu was a young orc who had just been accepted by the Dragonmaw clan.
He was also listening carefully to Nekros' tale of legendary experiences.
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…
Five days have passed since the decisive battle in Talgrub Jungle.
The jungle, which had been quiet for several days, became lively again.
Guided by the descendants of the small E-dragon Loagani, a group of raptor scout cavalry quickly explored the way through the jungle for the army behind them.
The troll coalition, which totaled more than 30,000 people, moved quickly and quietly through the jungle. Their goals were clear and their steps were firm.
Tonatiu rode on the body of the Raider Dragon Queen Zafra and walked at the front of the team.
Next to him was Shandris Feathermoon riding a raptor, and several Zutona troll elites.
The God King's pet Nergigante is actually flying with someone in the sky above the team.
But its target was too big, so the God King let it fly in the sky, flying very high, letting the clouds hide its figure.
In the jungle with dense vegetation, the movement of the huge Nergigante was too loud.
The remaining expeditionary force consisted of 16,700 elite Zandalari troops from the Tal'Gurub region, forming this elite force.
They uphold the will of the God-King.
They will travel all the way across the jungle from Tal'Gurub to attack the orcs' temporary base camp next to the broken river at the junction of northern Dazar'alor and Nazmir.
This action seemed very risky to any rational officer.
Although all the elite orcs came out, there were at least hundreds of thousands of orcs in the temporary base camp.
An army of more than 30,000 people was used to attack the base camp where hundreds of thousands of orcs were stationed. It was necessary to use more than 30,000 people to defeat at least hundreds of thousands of orcs.
No matter how you think about it, it is an adventure with huge disparity in military strength.
Shandris Feathermoon was very clearly opposed to it at first. No matter which race's military history or art of war, there were no such examples or practices.
The Troll King's words made her voice of opposition subside.
Tonatiu said to her: "In ancient times, when the Kaldorei faced the double attack of the upper elf nobles and the demon army, did you ever despair?"
No!
Shandris gave such a clear answer.
That’s right!
The contrast in strength between the Kaldorei civilian class, which seemed so disparate at first, and the betrayal of the high elf aristocracy, as well as the even more terrifying demon legion, was so disparate.
The Kaldorei didn't give up either.
And the Kaldorei succeeded.
Now the trolls are facing only a barbaric race from another world. Even if this barbaric race has the power of demons flowing in their bodies, they are not a demon army.
The coalition forces with more than 30,000 troops faced hundreds of thousands of orcs, and the situation was countless times better than the situation back then.
The Kaldorei back then had no reason to be afraid, and the coalition forces now have no reason to be afraid either.
Shandris Feathermoon decided to join.
Before setting off, she asked her soul owl to deliver her message to Nordrassil:
"Mother:"
"I decided to follow the Troll King and lead an army with a huge disparity in numbers to attack the army of demon legion slaves."
"They are indeed slaves of the devil, with devil's blood burning in their bodies. Evil energy overflows. Tens of thousands of years later, the banner of the Burning Legion has returned to our world in another way."
"The Kaldorei will not sit still and wait for death."
"I hope that after receiving my letter, you can inform Lord Malfurion in the Emerald Dream. The slaves of the Legion are very weak, but their arrival is a signal."
"A sign that the Legion may re-invade our world."
"Perhaps you should also let the dragon guardians know this information!"
"Love you Shandris."
"..."
Shandris Feathermoon, immersed in the emotion of her letter to Ms. Tyrande, looked at the Troll King in front of her.
She felt as if she was about to follow Lord Malfurion, who seemed weak to the Kaldorei back then, to Zin Aessalyn for a decisive battle with the Legion.
Orcs are not that strong.
Shandris thinks the meanings of the two are the same.
She tightened her grip on the moon blade in her hand, and tightened her grip on the bow and arrow.
Tens of thousands of years later.
You can drink the devil's blood again.
Your Majesty Elune.
I hope you can protect these warriors fighting for the world just like you protected the Kaldorei!
she thought.
suddenly.
Shandris Feathermoon, who couldn't calm down, noticed that the Troll King's mount suddenly stopped, and he looked up at the branches of a big tree.
Shandris followed the Troll King's gaze and looked there too.
A big bat.
It was gnawing at a fruit on the tree.
There are many kinds of fruits in this jungle where it rains frequently, and the climate is very similar to the climate of Un'Goro Crater.
There will be no shortage of bats in this kind of place, especially fruit bats that feed on fruits and can often grow to very large sizes.
Shandris even saw a bat bigger than a troll in the crater.
What's so cool about this?
She stared at the bat with the Troll King in some surprise.
I don't know if it's an illusion.
Shandis felt that this big fruit bat looked a little forced when it chewed the fruit.
