Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 133 3. Invitation [4100]

Hellfire Citadel, this is a super-large orc fortress standing on Hellfire Peninsula.

Looking down from the sky, the appearance of this land is very similar to the black swamp on the other side of the Dark Portal. The land stripped of all life is dry and barren, and the soil on the ground has turned a strange dark red due to the infection of evil energy , This land is rapidly desertifying, and the water source has completely dried up. Except for some mutated fierce creatures, no life can survive here.

But the Hellfire Peninsula was not like this 10 years ago. At that time, it was also called the Nataan Forest. It was one of the areas with the highest forest coverage in the world of Draenor, and it was also the ancestral land of the Blood Ring orcs.

It's a pity that the crazy tribe under the leadership of Blackhand cut down all the trees in the jungle and built the Hellfire Fortress in the canyon to station troops and manufacture war weapons.

After Blackhand led the soldiers of the Horde across the Dark Portal, the Hellfire Peninsula became a place to exile some clans who did not obey orders. They became violent because they drank too much demon blood. And the Shattered Hand clan lived here. In the past few years, they were driven by the rage surging in their hearts to attack each other, turning this ghost place into the cruelest and most chaotic battlefield.

However, after the failure of the expedition to Azeroth, many orcs fled back to Draenor. The news brought back by those defeated soldiers shocked the orc chiefs still stationed here. They knew how powerful the advance army was. , but such a powerful force was defeated by the so-called Alliance, which made the chiefs feel threatened, so the chaos that had lasted for several years also temporarily stopped.

In the past few days, the Hellfire Peninsula has been very quiet. Except for the orcs who went out to hunt, there are almost no other soldiers walking outside the fortress. However, the chiefs who were regarded as enemies before have been in frequent contact. There is also a hint of conspiracy here. A giant black fortress emerged from the sky.

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The iron gate wrapped with rough chains and hideous decorations was pushed open, and a tall figure walked into the chief's hall from the dark passage. He was naked to the waist, but his muscular green body was covered with various wounds , The orc's iconic square face is dotted with a pair of tyrannical and crazy eyes, and black hair hangs over his shoulders.

While the orc chief was walking, the black, serrated scimitar-like fist blade fixed on his left arm reflected some kind of dull and deadly light in the dancing firelight, and the blade was glowing with an abnormal green color. Obviously, this thing was poisoned.

The chief's name is Kargath Bladefist. His original clan has been destroyed in the chaos of the previous years. He was thrown into the arena organized by the ogres as a slave earlier. , that happened in the Overhang Fort on the far border of the Nagrand Grassland. In short, Kargath persisted in the cruel abuse of the ogre, and launched a rare slave rebellion.

He cut off his left arm, fought all the way from the arena, dotted his escape with blood, and the orc gladiators who followed him were overwhelmed by Kargath's fury, and they offered fierce fists to Kargath As a result, the Shattered Hand clan, the most vicious and craziest among all clans, full of abuse and pathological slaughter, was established.

Kagas, you're late!

When Chief Bladefist entered the hall, a deep voice sounded. Kargath turned his head and saw another orc chief sitting directly above the hall. He looked no different from the other chiefs, with green skin, Muscular, wearing armor made of animal skins, red eyeballs, black hair tied into a pigtail at the back of the head.

He is the chief of the Warsong clan and one of the warriors of the tribe, Grom Hellscream, the chief of the most powerful clan among the three clans of Hellfire Citadel. This guy has a giant ax decorated with wild beast bones in his hand , when seeing this blood-stained weapon, even the fierce Kargas couldn't help shrinking his eyes.

Hellscream, what did you call me for?

Kargas sat down on the chair opposite Grom. He stretched out his fingers and rubbed his chin, moved his shoulders, and asked loudly, Are you going to surrender to the Shattered Hand clan?

Chop Suey!

Grom let out a cold snort from his nostrils in disdain, and his fingers were beating on the handle of the battle ax named Bloodhowl. The power obtained from the blood is extraordinary, and what is even more rare is that the chief suppressed the riot of the blood with his own will.

On the battlefield, the crazy Hellscream will become the most troublesome weapon of war for the enemy. On the strategic level, his overall view and command ability have also allowed the Warsong clan to not only not die out in the chaotic wars for several years, but to absorb it. With more power, it became the most powerful force in Hellfire Citadel, forcing the Shattered Hand clan to unite with the Thunder King clan in order to hold off the crazy warriors of the Warsong clan.

A garbage that only hides in the dark, that's just such a poor wisdom.

Hellscream taunted Kargath undisguisedly, but after a while, his dark red eyes danced with dignity again, and he waved his hand:

I didn't come here to fight with you today. Something happened. I think I should tell you, and then we can make an idea together.

The change in Grom's attitude stunned Kargath, who was already irritated. After seeing the seriousness on Hellscream's face, Chief Bladefist took a deep breath to calm himself down.

Although he loathes Grom Hellscream's arrogance, he has to admit his war wisdom. If he also finds one thing difficult, it must be a very troublesome thing.

After the two chiefs sat in the hall and waited for a few minutes, the last guest who arrived late also walked into the hall surrounded by guards.

It was a tall orc in a wolf fur coat, Fenris. His appearance was very similar to that of the Frostwolf clan in Frostfire Ridge. In fact, Fenris was originally from the Frostwolf clan. The wolf chief, Durotan, is a brother. Unfortunately, very early on, Fenris defected from the Frostwolf clan and formed the more aggressive Thunder King clan.

There are rumors that Fenris murdered his father, Galad, the previous Frostwolf chieftain, but there is never any evidence to prove this.

This is a cunning and unpopular guy, but the Thunderlord clan's wolfriders are so powerful that even Grom Hellscream has a headache, and it is for this reason that the Thunderlord clan of Fenris also occupies Hellfire Citadel. Take your own place.

Ahem, everyone is here.

Grom stood up from his chair. This orc chief was unexpectedly tall, even taller than Orgrim and Blackhand. This is the blood inheritance from the Hellscream family, living in the Nagrand Grassland The Warsong clan is known as the Giant Killers, and their strength and combat skills are among the best in Draenor.

Let me just say it straight, two days ago, I received a letter...

Grom waved his hand, and a Warsong orc walked into the hall with a scroll of animal skins, and handed the letter to Kargath. When Kargath opened the letter with his right hand, Grom continued:

The content of this letter is nothing special, it's just an invitation, but the name of the sender surprised me.

Ner'zhul?

Kargas also hummed in confusion:

Isn't that old guy dead yet? Didn't it mean that he lost his ability to prophesy, so he was exiled by the Shadowmoon clan?

Old men always live long, I hate these old thieves!

Kargath handed the letter to Fenris, who waved his hand without looking at it. The chief of the Thunder King Clan raised his head and looked at Grom:

Hellscream, if it's just a letter, you don't need to go to war like this.

This letter was supposed to be a joke to me.

Grom rubbed his cheeks: But out of some sudden interest, I still sent a warrior, riding a wyvern, to Shadowmoon Valley to visit Mr. Ner'zhul and see what he wants to do. What, it turns out the Warriors brought me back bad news.

Hellscream raised his head, looked at the two chiefs in front of him, and said softly:

The Shadowmoon clan is over...

What?

Fenris' eyes widened, and he retorted subconsciously:

After Gul'dan destroyed that place, those Shadowmoon orcs retreated into their fortress of pain. Even the former Blackhand couldn't break through that ghost place...

But my warriors saw it with their own eyes!

This retort displeased Grom, who cried out:

He saw everything on the ground clearly from the sky. The weird black knights rushed into the Fortress of Pain and killed the unprepared Shadowmoon orcs. The blood almost covered the fortress. Only those who knelt down and begged for mercy To survive, the rune magic that the Shadowmoon clan relies on for survival is useless to them... Most importantly, you might as well guess, who is commanding those weird black knights?

Ner'zhul?

Kargath whispered, Hellscream nodded, and a hesitation flashed in his eyes:

You and I have come from the past. We all know how lofty the Shadowmoon clan was and how powerful it was. Although the Shadowmoon clan actively closed their connection with us after the rise of warlock magic, They are still powerful and numerous, and Ner'zhul has reunited the Shadowmoon clan with blood and death...

He glanced at the two chiefs in front of him:

In addition to Warsong, Thunder King and Shattered Hand, now the fourth largest clan in Draenor has appeared. It is not a coincidence that Ner'zhul sent this letter. He must be planning something after his temperament has changed drastically. More importantly What's more, he said very clearly in the letter...he intends to save the world in his own way, what do you think of this?

This world is hopeless!

Chief Fenris whispered:

It's getting weaker every day, earthquakes are happening frequently, the plains of Falenlon are collapsing, the beasts in Gorgrond are going crazy, and the remnants of the arakkoa in the Spiers of Arak have a premonition that the end is coming, this question We discussed it seven years ago.

But if it's Ner'zhul...

Kargath propped his chin with his remaining hand, a gleam of light flashed in his cruel eyes: That is one of the most powerful shamans in the old era, if he said there is a way, maybe it is true...

That's the problem, guys.

Grom opened his hands, he let out a long sigh, and used brother to describe Kargath and Fenris in front of him for the first time. The chief raised his head at the same time:

The Dark Portal has been closed, and we cannot open it. This has cut off the possibility of us rushing into Azeroth again. If we don't want to be buried with this world in such a muddle, Ner'zhul, who seems to be talking in sleep It has become our only hope, so I think it is necessary for us to go to Shadowmoon Valley to take a look!

If what he said is true, we will do our best to help him!

Hellscream clenched his fists, and his eyes glistened with magic blood: That's the only way we can go, not only for ourselves, but also for our family...

What if it's fake?

Fenris asked rhetorically, and then he saw a fierce gleam in Grom's eyes:

Then kill him! The remaining resources of Draenor are no longer enough to support more clans... Would you allow the fourth big clan to appear again? Speaking of which, since everyone is gathered here today, I Just tell me what you think.

The vanguard of Blackhand and Orgrim has failed, and the invasion of Azeroth has become a futility, which is bad, but it also means that we don't need to guard the hellfire peninsula anymore. Solved After what happened to Ner'zhul, I suggest that everyone return to their respective tribes.

Hellscream clenched his fists:

The Warsong clan returned to Nagrand, and the Thunder King clan returned to Gorgrond and Frostfire Ridge. As for the Shattered Hand... the arakkoa in the Peaks of Arak are not difficult to deal with, and the resources there are enough for you to live on. The supplies are almost exhausted, we can no longer fight among ourselves... What do you think of my proposal?

not so good!

Fenris snorted, his fingers stroking the sword on his waist, he raised his head and looked at Grom and Kargath:

Going back like this, those irrational soldiers who have been tortured by the devil's blood will not be willing to live in peace and stability. Why don't we join hands to break the ogre's knife tower fortress and take the exiled cannibals to death? The materials stored by the demons are divided into one share, and the craziest fighters are dealt with, which will also make everyone's life better in the future.

Slaying an ogre?

The corner of Kargath's mouth curved into a dangerous arc: I like this proposal! I'm even starting to like you, Fenris, you vicious bastard.

Then do it! Let the soldiers assemble.

Grom made a final decision: Let's go to Shadowmoon Valley first and see what Ner'zhul's plan is!