Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 282 12. Orc's plan --- add more for the rewarding brothers [2530]

Three days later, Alterac Valley.

I really can't believe it, you invited us here just to persuade us to surrender!

The angry warsong clan chief Grom punched the wooden table in front of him, and he roared towards Orgrim and Drek'Thar:

Did the previous failures make you incompetent? Or, you have no seeds? Kneeling and begging humans to let us live? Go to hell! I won't do that!

This brave chieftain is still the same as before, full of arrogance when he is angry, but if you observe carefully, it is not difficult to find that Grom's tall body has also lost a lot of weight, and his eyes that are always blood red , shining with a touch of exhaustion that cannot be concealed.

Demonemia was not only tormenting the orc captives, but it was also tormenting this brave chief, but he was determined, and he used his will to force himself not to collapse.

I do not know either.

Fenris, the chief of the Thunder King clan sitting next to Grom, held a ferocious dagger in his hand. He cut a piece of the barbecue in front of him, and said in a gloomy tone while eating:

We have broken through two-thirds of the prisoner-of-war camps in the Arathi Highlands. We have proved that we can defeat human beings. Since we can get things by fighting, why do we have to humbly ask for them?

No real chief would have made such a disgusting choice.

Chief Kargath of the Shattered Hand rarely participated in this meeting of chiefs. He sat in a corner and stared at the silent Orgrim with mocking eyes:

This is our second warchief. I heard that you almost broke Lordaeron? You were once only one step away from victory. Perhaps it was because of your cowardice that the victory slipped away.

The large tent was full of contemptuous gazes, the warlords who came with the chiefs whispered, and from time to time, malicious gazes fell on Orgrim and Drek'Thar.

But if it's the Frostwolf Clan, I can understand your decision.

Fenris sneered:

After all, you have always been so cowardly, even Blackhand can't see you.

Everyone.

In a very embarrassing scene, Orgrim finally spoke, and he kept himself from looking at the contemptuous eyes of the chiefs, and he just said in a low voice:

Do you feel you have won the Arathi Highlands?

certainly!

Grom Hellscream said arrogantly:

Those humans can't stop us at all. It only takes one charge, and the defenders of the prisoner-of-war camp will be scattered. Although their heavy cavalry are brave, they are not as fast as our wolf cavalry. The war on the grassland is not They have the final say.

And if the stingy Shattered Hand clan can join us earlier, maybe the Arathi Highlands are already dominated by orcs now.

This ridicule made Kargas sitting in the corner snort coldly. He used his ferocious black fist blade to trim his long black hair, and replied indifferently:

I have never had the habit of treating my soldiers as cannon fodder. Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, Gromash. Now everyone is struggling to survive in this world. Every soldier is precious, and I really want to Help you, really, but the ogres in the wasteland are very rampant, and black dragons appear from time to time...I must first ensure the lives of my people.

Besides, Grim Batol is not far from Arathi Highlands. When the Dragonmaw clan was destroyed, I didn't see a Warsong orc running to help.

stop fighting!

Orgrim waved his hand and drew everyone's attention back to himself. He looked at the chiefs in front of him, and seemed to have returned to the years when he led the tribe to conquer the Eastern Continent, but the old chief soon woke up. Come, his eyes narrowed, looking at Grom:

Do you really think you've won?

Stop talking nonsense! Orgrim, you loser!

Chief Warsong has lost interest in this kind of charade question and answer. He put his fists on the table, waiting for Orgrim and Drek'Thar:

Just say what you want! Don't challenge my patience!

Mademia, that's what I'm talking about.

Orgrim looked at Grom in front of him:

You are much weaker than before, even though you are trying to hide it, I can still see your physical weakness, Gromash, it is torturing you, weakening you from the bone, howling in your brain every night , this curse has been fulfilled, you, the strongest among us, have already begun to weaken, so what about the others?

I didn't! I'm not the weak one, don't talk nonsense!

Grom waited for Orgrim with threatening eyes, he gritted his teeth and said:

I can still chop off your head, easily!

I can see you lying.

The big shaman who had been silent all this time said something slowly, which made Grom subconsciously grab the battle ax Bloodhowl at hand.

boom

At this moment, Orgrim suddenly stood up, smashed the cup in front of him with a fist, and shouted to everyone in front of him:

Don't lie to yourself!

5 years ago, I took my soldiers and penetrated all the countries of human beings! At that time, the orcs were almost invincible. Look at you now, the two major clans have united to even the weakest Storm in the human kingdom. Garde can't even kill it! If the battle didn't go well, with your character, Gromash, would you be so eager to get other clans to help your chariot?

None of us are fools!

The roar of the former warchief echoed in the tent, but at this moment, when the secret was revealed, no one stood up to refute him.

The orcs are no longer the orcs of the past. We can no longer defeat the human army as easily as before. You only know that there are nearly 200,000 orcs on this continent, but do you know how many humans are on this continent? That is Dozens of ours! You're just fighting a war you have no hope of winning!

That's why I called you here, and that's why I can stand your taunts and still sit here!

The veins on Orgrim's neck bulged, and he waved his hands, venting all the anger and unwillingness in his heart:

We can't start a full-scale war with human beings! At least not until the problem of magic blood disease is solved! Gromash, I know you are not reconciled, but I ask you to calm down now, and don't look for each other like a brat who hasn't grown up. an excuse!

Facing Orgrim's questioning, Grom gritted his teeth and retorted:

The body may become weak, but our fighters can use their will...

Will can't feed you! Will can't make you invulnerable! Will can't help you win this war!

Orgrim abruptly interrupted Grom's rebuttal, his stern gaze swept across the crowd in front of him, and he said in a deep voice:

Accept the reality, we have to use another way to keep our last inheritance. Don't forget that we sacrificed so much in the first place. Why did we open the door of darkness? We just want a place big enough to accommodate us... Now, that place, we found it!

The great shaman Drek'Thar handed the animal skin in his hand to the other chiefs. He coughed lightly and said:

In this world, it's not just the eastern continent. On the other side of the endless sea, the warrior Rexxar has already found out the situation of the Kalimdor continent for us. There are many unowned wild lands there, and there are no human forces there. , we can completely rebuild our civilization there, pull out our own feet from the quagmire of the Eastern Continent, and start a new life with our people.

Even a child knows that we can't live our lives fighting wars.

Drek'Thar's voice was not loud, but with the help of elemental power, it was clearly heard by every chief participating in the meeting, accompanied by the animal skin written by Rexxar about the situation in Kalimdor. Passing between the Chieftain and the Overseers, an air of silence settled over the tent.

No one wants to say anything at this time, because Orgrim has revealed a cruel reality that cannot be concealed. They really cannot win this war, but everyone thinks the same as Grom, a real Orcs admire death in battle, and they are reluctant to admit their weakness and powerlessness.

But the silence always has to be broken. Seeing that Grom, Fenris and Kargath had stopped talking, Orgrim shrugged, and he continued:

I know what you guys are thinking, but don't worry, I won't be so stupid as to hand over my weapon, kneel on the ground and beg the humans for mercy, before we decide to negotiate with them, we have to show off our muscles first, so I will bring frost Warriors of the Wolf Clan join you, Grommash.

Grom raised his head abruptly, a glimmer of joy flashed in his eyes, but soon, Orgrim explained:

Only temporarily, I will join you, and I will help you persuade other small clans to join in. We must end the war in the Arathi Highlands as soon as possible, break through all the prisoner-of-war camps, and release our compatriots Come out...when we are united, when the alliance faces the imminent start of the third war, when they feel the horror of the orcs again, then it is time for real negotiations.

We don't want to fight, but we must threaten them with war! There are many problems within the alliance. Gilneas and Quel'Thalas have left the alliance. They are falling apart. This is our advantage, but we have to restrain ourselves. Chiefs, wanton slaughter is a disease of the old tribe, since we need to negotiate, we need to capture more prisoners!

If it is not necessary, you can no longer kill people casually. You must leave room for both parties. Do you understand what I mean?

Grom and Fenris did not answer, and the one who really stood up to refute was Kargath, the cruel chieftain of the Shattered Hand clan, who stood up, walked to the table, and looked at Orgrim mockingly:

You're playing with your little eyes again, leading us into the battlefield, sacrificing the lives of our warriors, and you can't promise us anything! Like a failed Horde, you're a coward, Orgrim! The impassioned, extremely wise, and everything you have shown in front of us is because you are not the one who sent those soldiers to the battlefield!

I will not obey you! I will not obey a coward! I will not be like you, begging for mercy from the alliance!

Shut up!

Orgrim jumped onto the table, took a few quick steps, and grabbed the unsuspecting Kargath. The moment the table overturned, Chief Shattered Hand was killed by the angry Orgrim in full view. Pressed dead on the ground, the former chief's eyes were already bloodshot, he looked at Kargath viciously, and he roared:

I am qualified enough to be impassioned because I... I will be the first to step on the battlefield and fight the Alliance! I will also be the vanguard of the Horde. I will represent you to step into Lordaeron, step into any In a city where everyone wants to stab me to death! I will risk being cut to pieces to fight for the tribe's future! To save you idiots who are arrogant and unwilling to give up violence!

Therefore, I have the right to be impassioned!

Orgrim's voice echoed in the tent:

Remember, Kargath, if you can survive in Azeroth in the future, it will be because of me! The person who is least qualified to question me here is you! You bastard who only likes to abuse !

Behind Orgrim, Drek'Thar, the great Frostwolf shaman, stood up and straightened his robes. His eyes covered with black cloth strips swept across the hall, and he clapped his hands. A young orc stood in front of the chief He walked into the tent under the gaze of the warlords and stood beside Drek'Thar, and Orgrim let go of Kargath's neck at this moment.

I... I am Go'el, son of Durotan!

Thrall took a deep breath, and said to the people staring at him in an unproficient orc language:

I will go to battle with my uncle Orgrim, and if necessary, I will go to Lordaeron with him. I used to hate the orcs of the old tribe. They only know how to kill and destroy, but in the recent In a few days, I saw another side of orcs, we are not brutal creatures, in this world, we should live.

So if my people need a sacrifice from me, I will! I would love to see orcs integrated into this world. I don't know you, chieftains, warlords, but I want to help you win peace. . . even if it’s myself in exchange for peace.”