After sending away the bold goblin merchant, Ner'zhul looked at the equally bold pink-skinned natives in front of him.
This is a human businessman.
It has been more than a month since he came to this world, and Ner'zhul at least has some understanding of the races and distribution of forces in this world.
Among them, trolls and night elves were the two races he knew the most about. After all, they were the most powerful enemies he and the orcs encountered here.
The start was very unfriendly.
What the demon lord promised Ner'zhul was a land with infinite material wealth and vast territory. The first enemy the orcs would face was weak, vulnerable, and very chaotic internally.
But unexpectedly, after crossing the Dark Portal, what the orcs got was very different from what the demon lord promised them.
The first place the orcs settled in this world was an extremely disgusting swamp. There was fog and mud everywhere, and the air was filled with a pungent stench!
The orcs were deceived!
Then the Dreadlord came to the door and said that this was a small mistake and that the demon lord had been misled.
The dark door opened in the wrong place.
What can Ner'zhul say who has already boarded the pirate ship?
The young orc leader had no choice but to go on.
After walking out of Nazmir and seeing the lush Dazar'alor, Ner'zhul breathed a sigh of relief.
Compared to Nazmir, Dazar'alor's output is hundreds of times better! Better than Tanarion Jungle in Draenor!
The devil didn't lie to the orcs.
It's just that the door to darkness opened in the wrong place.
Ner'zhul began to patiently attack the natives, using the orcs' axes to seize the land and supplies for the orcs to survive under the sky of this world.
So far, everything is going smoothly, except for some minor twists and turns in the forest on the Eastern Front battlefield.
Orcs can handle it.
However, Ner'zhul felt that he also wanted to leave as many escape routes for the orcs as possible.
With the help of the Dread Lord and the Shadow Council, as well as the greed of the natives, Ner'zhul has come into contact with goblin merchants.
What he is now in contact with is an extremely courageous human businessman.
Ner'zhul knew that humans were the most powerful among the natives of this world.
The Dread Lord told him that humans occupy at least 60% of the territory on one of the two largest continents in the world.
These pink-skinned natives are very wealthy, they have almost endless food, and they have a certain ability to protect themselves.
But it is definitely no match for the orcs.
The Dark Portal was supposed to open in the territory of humans, which is the territory of the weak and greedy indigenous race in front of us.
"Tell me, what can you bring me?" The orc leader used an intriguing tone, looking down at the human merchants.
The spell can not only kill enemies, but it also allows Ner'zhul to learn the languages of the main natives of this world in a very short period of time.
Troll language, human common language, goblin language, and the language of elves.
It only took Ner'zhul a month, and now he can communicate with the natives in these languages.
Ner'zhul looked at the human businessman. The orc felt that even without using magic power, he could break the neck of the pink-skinned native with one hand.
They look so weak.
Shorter than orcs, and thinner than orcs.
An orc warrior can deal with at least a dozen of these guys, and even an army of these pink-skinned natives should be able to deal with two or three.
If the Dark Portal had opened in their country, the orcs would have conquered their capital long ago.
Ner'zhul sighed inwardly.
Faced with the fierce orcs in the scene, the human business representative was naturally beating the drum in his heart.
The fangs of the orcs... really look like they can eat people!
Ashfan's representative couldn't help but swallowed his saliva, and then showed a flattering smile:
"Lady Ashvane says hello to you. She asked me to bring you a reply. The Lord has already replied to you in the letter to your request last time."
"She's really good." Ner'zhul opened his mouth with thick fangs, and the human merchant thought he was smiling.
"Show me, my human friend." the young orc leader said.
Ashvane's representative obediently handed over the letter.
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Zuldazar.
The capital of the Zandalar Empire.
The city of dreams for trolls.
Residents in Xiacheng District could already faintly hear the sounds of fighting and smell the smoke outside the city.
The enemy troops are approaching the city.
too fast.
After the deaths of His Majesty Akunda and Toga, the Loa were defeated and led the army in a strategic retreat.
Return to Zuldazar, which is protected by vast walls and moats, relying on this powerful defense to resist the enemy.
There were no siege equipment at all, and they could only rely on the huge enemies to attack Zuldazar's city walls.
This made the Zandalar trolls breathe a sigh of relief, but compared to the west where some fighting sounds could be heard, the east, which had always been quiet, reassured them more.
Bad news kept coming during the war, and the Zandalari troll civilians, who had been stable for who knows how many years, began to panic.
Fortunately, on the battlefield to the east, news of victory came. The Desert King led his reinforcements and part of Zuldazar's army to successfully defeat the enemy's attack!
Dongfang is safe!
This is a blessing in misfortune.
The great desert king who protected Zuldazar from a giant monster a year ago.
A year later, he protected Zuldazar.
He is also Princess Talanji's fiancé, and he is truly a great troll.
With the development of the war situation, and the guidance of the two Loa forces of Tona and Tiu in the city, Zul controlled it and Talanji was unable to stop it.
The Desert King, the self-proclaimed god-king of the desert trolls, has become the patron saint of the restless Zandalari trolls.
Just when everyone was expecting the god-king of the desert trolls to lead his army to return for reinforcements and repel the enemies besieging Zandalari.
Suddenly news came from the city.
The desert troll king was so bold that he actually wanted to attack the enemy's base camp with a small army.
He's not going to rescue Zuldazar!
For a time, the Zandalari trolls complained and hoped that Tonatiu's adventure would succeed.
On the other side, the Zandalari trolls, who had initially felt relieved, began to worry about Zuldazar's situation again.
Just at this time.
News came from the city again that in fact the enemies on the eastern battlefield and the western battlefield are not the most powerful enemies. The real main force of the enemy is in the direction of Zanshuer in the far north.
Unfortunately, the enemy's real resistance has broken through Zansul's first line of defense, and the enemy has climbed up the Zandalar Mountains!
Panic spread again.
in this case.
In this war on land, the Zandalari navy, which had never had a chance to perform, suddenly stood up and said:
"If you feel you are in danger, the navy can safely send you to the kingdom of the Desert King. Across the sea, there is the protection of the great Desert King. The enemy can never attack there!"
Immigrate to escape the war.
This choice lies before the Zandalar troll civilians.
