Part-time BOSS

Cursed Land - Horde Camp.

After a period of operation and construction, with the Dark Portal as the center, the tribe's camp has completely covered this desolate land.

Magnificent fortresses rise from the ground one after another. The architectural style of the orcs has always been informal. Although the shape is simple and the workmanship is rough, it still has a rough and wild aura.

Millions of orcs gathered in this camp, making this camp a huge base full of people.

Ever since Orgrim established a foothold in the Dark Portal, what he has been doing is constantly sending out armies to launch attacks in all directions of this strange world.

On the one hand, this is a strategic necessity, but more often than not, it is something that cannot be done.

An army of one million sounds majestic, but only by actually leading such an army can one understand how terrifying the amount of supplies consumed every day to maintain such a huge army is.

Fortunately, orcs are not picky eaters and can eat anything, otherwise they would really not be able to feed these guys.

Not to mention that the orcs who drank the blood of demons were all violent and wanted to fight with others all day long. Millions of orcs gathered together, and the atmosphere became more and more tense day by day, especially for the new orc adventurers. , the ability to stir up trouble even though his fighting ability is not very good is absolutely top-notch. He is looking for someone called "Makgora" every day. Even he, the great chief, receives hundreds of challenges every day.

It made him extremely annoyed, but Makgora was a tribe's tradition, so he couldn't refuse it. Fortunately, these challengers were all ridiculously good, and could be defeated with just one hammer, otherwise they would have been exhausted.

Over the past few days, nearly a thousand orc adventurers have died under his hammer. I don’t know what the hell these orc adventurers are thinking. They are not afraid of death at all, and they go on and on...

If we don't send these troops out to fight as soon as possible, we will get angry.

As large armies were sent out one after another, Orgrim breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the number of troops in the camp gradually dwindle.

However, the number of adventurers has never been small. Not only is it not less, it is getting more and more. However, he has gradually discovered the advantages of these adventurers. As long as they have something to do, they will not bother him all day long.

These orc adventurers are quite capable, and they are willing to take on any job, such as hunting, fishing, collecting food, killing people and fighting, building houses and moving bricks. As long as they are rewarded, they will all be busy. Since they have no time to spare, I would like to help him. Many problems were solved...

Therefore, no matter how much headache he had, he could only endure it.

Hell Roar (Chief Warsong): "Great Chief, don't worry, I will definitely kill all the humans on that land and conquer that land for you. The warriors of the Warsong tribe are invincible."

Orgrim (Warchief of the Horde): "Then do it Hellscream, don't disappoint me."

Hellscream had no nonsense, he turned over to his wolf, and with a blood roar, the wolf cavalry army set off in a mighty manner.

This wolf cavalry army gathered one-third of the tribe's cavalry troops, including 12,000 wolf knights from the Warsong clan, 13,000 wolf cavalry from the Blackstone clan, and 5,000 newly joined Ba Dao clan. The Hell Boar Riders are led by a young chief named Ba Dao Wu Qing.

Such a powerful 30,000 cavalry would have absolutely no problem dealing with the human farmers in the Western Wilderness.

Orgrim is quite confident about this.

He turned around and glanced at the several orc adventurers behind him. He had to say that these orc adventurers were still very useful. Although he didn't know how they did it, they undoubtedly brought a lot of information about the world to the tribe, among which This includes the territory distribution of the 'Storm Kingdom' that the tribe currently faces.

It was with this information that he formulated his current conquest plan.

Watching Hellscream lead the wolf cavalry army and disappear into the horizon in a mighty manner, Orgrim looked at his friend aside, Durotan, the chief of the Frostwolf tribe.

This is the last army he will send away today.

"Are you sure you don't want to conquer this world with me?"

Durotan looked solemn and nodded slightly, "You know that I have never supported this war. Bloody killings cannot solve the problem. Look around you in Orgrim. The earth is dying. What happened in Draenor is... A repeat, if all you want to do is relive what happened in the past, I can’t spend it with you.”

Orgrim sighed, "Of course I know the dangers of evil energy, but we must solve the problem of survival first." His eyes turned to Gul'dan in the distance who was distributing demon blood to the orc adventurers.

He lowered his voice and said: "When this is over, I will deal with Gul'dan and his warlocks. What happened in Draenor will not happen again, but before that, he is still useful. The enemy we have to face is very powerful. Maybe other orcs can't understand this, but I think you must understand.

Every strength must be harnessed. "

Durotan shook his head, "I'm afraid that when the day comes when you want to deal with them, you will find that it is already too late."

Orgrim snorted, "Forget it, we have discussed this topic many times, let's not waste our time - where do you plan to take your tribe?"

Durotan: "When the shaman of my tribe and I were communicating with the spirits of this world, we felt the call of the elements. The elements of this world are very powerful, far exceeding the elements of Draenor. An elemental lord responded to my call. Request - The Frost King, it told me that in the far north, there is a place called the Alterac Mountains. The mountains there are covered with snow all year round. The environment is very similar to Frostfire Ridge, and the human forces there It is very weak, and there are ownerless lands everywhere, and I am going to lead my tribe to settle there.”

Orgrim nodded, "I wish you success, old friend. I can't help you much. I can only give you the title of Conqueror of the North. In name, you are going to the north to conquer the human kingdom there, so that other tribes in the tribe can I won’t blame you for this, you can bring more supplies, this journey will be very difficult.”

Durotan thanked him sincerely: "Thank you, old friend. I hope we can meet again in the future." Durotan said, fist bumped with Orgrim, and led tens of thousands of soldiers from the Frostwolf tribe towards the north.

"Dad, where are we going?" The young Guyir asked curiously as he looked at the tribal camp getting further and further away.

Although he is only three years old, due to the catalysis of evil energy and the precocious nature of the orcs themselves, he already looks like he has the size of a ten-year-old human child.

"Go to a distant place, a new home." Durotan said lovingly to his son.