Part-time BOSS

Blackstone Mountains—Blackstone Tower—

The Blackhand brothers sat in the stands of the training ground, looking at the orc warriors who were training to slash each other in the hall below, and nodded with satisfaction.

After months of tug-of-war with the Dark Iron Dwarves in Blackrock Spire, they finally gained a firm foothold.

The biggest output of Blackstone Tower is the massive amount of black iron ore. Using the metal ore here and the forging technology obtained from the Black Iron Dwarves, the equipment of the Blackstone Clan has been upgraded again, including all-black iron heavy armor. , strong weapons and sharp blades, it is no longer the tragic situation of the past when a man had an ax in his hand.

The Blackstone Clan's heavily armed army was finally established again. Looking at the rows of tin cans in the training field below, Red Blackhand felt proud. This is the foundation of the Blackhand Clan.

A Blackstone guard hurried over and said, "Sir Chief, the Chief's messenger has arrived."

Warchief? The ruthless sword?

The two brothers looked at each other, both a little surprised.

Since Tyrannosaurus ruthlessly sealed the Dark Portal, Draenor and Azeroth have basically stopped communicating with each other. They have no idea what is happening on Draenor.

Not to mention that the tribe has now risen again.

I am somewhat curious about the ruthless return of Tyrant Blade to Azeroth.

"This is a letter from the warchief."

The two brothers took the letter and read it, and were immediately surprised.

The content of the letter is simple.

I, the ruthless and ruthless leader of the Horde, inherit Orgrim's legacy and vow to flatten the Alliance and conquer Azeroth.

Now that half a million troops have been prepared, according to the strategy formulated by Orgrim that year, all major legions must send troops to join the alliance and build a great cause in accordance with the agreement of the year.

I am now waiting at the Dark Gate for you to lead your troops to join the alliance.

Maimu Blackhand said, "Brother, are we going to join the alliance?

Reid Blackhand shook his head, "Blackstone Mountain is our home and our foundation. The Blackstone Clan has finally established a foothold here, how can we give it up so easily.

Besides, the alliance is not that easy to fight. "

There was no way, it was during the first two wars that Red Blackhand was psychologically shadowed by the Alliance.

For the first time, my father was directly raped.

The second bloody battle lasted for half a year, but in the end it was reversed.

The combat effectiveness of the Alliance's soldiers is actually just that, but there are so many heroes and lords that the tribe's top-level combat effectiveness is far behind.

Not only are they not as numerically inferior to their opponents, but they are also not united enough. Everyone has their own little ideas. In the early stage, they can still rely on the Seven Heroes of Draenor to gain an advantage.

Later, as Gul'dan left and Hellscream disappeared, the tribe's strongest fighters were killed one after another, including the Destroyer Blackhand, the Saurfang brothers, Durotan, Orgrim, Kargath Bladefist... …Those powerful heroes died one after another.

Red Blackhand witnessed the horror of this war with his own eyes and really didn't want to continue participating in the war.

Calling the messenger, Red Blackhand expressed his decision, "Tell the warchief that I really want to join him, but we have just established a foothold in the Blackstone Mountains, and the Dark Iron dwarves have been trying to take back this territory, and they are constantly coming from The underground launched an attack, so I had to prepare for a war with the Dark Iron Dwarves, so I couldn't participate in the war.

However, I am still willing to serve the warchief. I will send an elite group of black iron heavy infantry to join the tribe's army. In addition, I will also provide a batch of black iron equipment to the tribe's warriors, including the black iron dwarf blacksmith. "

The main force certainly cannot be sent, but it is still possible to send a small force to provide some equipment.

The messenger didn't waste any words and nodded in agreement.

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Stranglethorn Vale—Fortress of the Blood God—

"What, Ba Dao Qing Wu asked me to form an alliance with him and fight in the alliance together?"

Kilrogg Deadeye sat on the chief's throne, facing the orc messenger in front of him with a sneer on his face.

"Tell the 'Great Chief' that we are currently being invaded by trolls and have no strength to help him fight. Besides, the Blood Ring Clan has already withdrawn from the tribe, so you can get out."

But the messenger was not angry.

"Chief Kilrogg, my war chief said that we are all orcs and tribal brothers from Draenor. In this strange world, we should unite as one to survive. Of course he understands Chief Kilrogg's difficulties. , so he said when I came here that the Blood God Legion does not need to send out a large army, it just needs to send some special troops casually, as long as it means it.

As long as he can keep his face, the war chief can forget about the past. If the Blood God Legion is in trouble in the future, the tribe is willing to help. "

Um? Kilrogg Deadeye couldn't help but be a little confused. He had voted against Ba Dao Qing Wu's succession to the position of War Chief.

Is Ba Dao Wu Wu so easy to talk to?

After thinking about it, it was nothing to send only a small number of troops. It was better to maintain a good relationship with the tribe than to have multiple enemies.

"I can send fifty blood priests to join the Horde's army." Kilrogg said tentatively.

Fifty blood priests are really a bit overwhelming. This is not enough for an alliance adventure team to kill in one day.

However, when the messenger came, he had been given ruthless instructions from Ba Dao, and there was no requirement for quantity at all.

"Okay, fifty Blood God priests are enough. I think the chief will be very satisfied."

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Dragon Island——

"Hold it, don't let it get away."

"Throw the net quickly!"

"Get away you green-skinned monsters, tremble before the power of the dragon - Roar!"

The adult red dragon in front of them spurted out dragon fire. The Dragon Throat hunters immediately skillfully avoided the attack of the dragon's breath while continuously shooting anchor chains and throwing nets.

The red dragon angrily beat an orc infantry into a meat pie, and then swept away an unlucky orc warrior with its tail.

These hateful green-skinned monsters dare to challenge the majesty of the dragon, which is really intolerable.

Just as it was thinking about how to destroy these orcs, an orc warlock wearing a dragon skin robe slowly walked towards the giant dragon, with a magic crystal shining on the top of the staff in his hand.

The red dragon was stunned for a moment, and the next second, a huge force of pressure and restraint suppressed it.

The red dragon fell to the ground helplessly, whining in pain, its huge body unable to resist.

"You despicable orc, what have you done?"

Nekros (Chief Dragonmaw): "Hehehehe, it doesn't matter what I did. Soon this won't be something you need to worry about. Give up the struggle and give up the resistance. It's meaningless."

Looking at the huge dragon in front of him, Nekros had no fear. Facing the power of the dragon soul, these dragons had no choice but to surrender.

He placed the staff on the forehead between the dragon's horns. The crystal light on the staff flashed, and the dragon's eyes immediately became hollow and lifeless, as if its soul had been sucked out. It was tamed by the orcs. The dragon master put on the collar and shackles, and hung up the saddle.

This is the seventh dragon caught today.

This Dragon Island is really a paradise for dragon hunting.

An orc dragon knight descended from the sky, and the green baby dragon under his crotch was unusually obedient.

The dragon knight walked quickly to Nekros, "Lord Nekros, the warchief sent a messenger."

Five minutes later, Nekros picked up the messenger, and there was an 'advisor' who received the messenger with him.

"What? The chief wants us to go to the Dark Portal to form an alliance?"

Nekros turned around subconsciously and looked at the black-skinned orc behind him.

The orc glanced at him, and Nekros's face was blank for a moment, then returned to normal immediately.

He said seriously: "Dragonmaw Legion is carrying out important operations, and it is not convenient to join the war at this time."

The messenger was prepared for this: "The chief said that this may happen. If so, please send some dragon knights to help in the battle. The number can be any number. The most important thing is that there must be dragon tamers. division."

Nekros turned around and took another look. This action made the messenger a little confused. Who is that black-skinned orc who is so valued?

The black-skinned orc nodded slightly, and now Nekros finally agreed.

Nekros was much more generous than Kilrogg. After discussing with his 'advisors', he decided to send 500 dragon-taming warriors, as well as one hundred baby dragons, twenty young dragons, and ten adult dragons. Go and help the tribe fight.

These dragons have been wiped out of consciousness by the dragon soul, and they only have beast-like instincts, which are very suitable for control.

In addition, a batch of dragon trainers and dragon eggs were also given.

This resource is nothing to the current Dragon Throat Clan. Through constant hunting in the Dragon Islands, the Dragon Throat Clan has mastered more than 3,000 dragons of various colors.

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The Endless Sea—Abyss Fleet—

The messenger jumped off the flying dragon and was immediately frightened by the orcs who came to greet him.

There are several eyeballs on the opponent's face, one arm has become deformed and thick, his brain is a little crooked, his fangs are growing randomly in his mouth, he has a chin, and he doesn't look very smart.

Look at the surrounding orcs, almost all of them look like this.

There was something wrong with the way he looked at him.

However, this messenger has seen many scenes. Orcs like to use various weird ways to strengthen themselves, drinking demon blood, absorbing evil energy, cutting off a hand and pressing it with a blade, gouging out eyes to gain precognitive abilities. The scene is still within the tolerance range.

The messenger shouted loudly, "I am the special envoy of the war chief. I come to Master Ner'zhul on behalf of the tribe. Take me to see Master Ner'zhul immediately."

tribe? Warchief?

These two words caused a commotion among the orcs. These void orcs were not mentally normal after their automatic transformation, but the titles of tribe and warchief still evoked some of their memories.

The messenger was soon brought to Ner'zhul.

Ner'zhul was standing on the bow of the ship, staring at the sea in front of him in a daze. His whole body was shrouded in ominous void energy, and cracks appeared on the surface of his body, emitting a purple light that made people shudder.

"Master Ner'zhul, I have a letter from the warchief here. Take a look..."

Ner'zhul took the letter and squeezed it gently, and the letter was reduced to ashes by the power of the void.

"Tell me, what does Ba Dao Qingqing want to do?"

"The warchief has gathered half a million troops and is preparing to launch a third war. This time, the Alliance must be completely defeated. This is the plan set by Orgrim. Master Ner'zhul, I hope you can implement it. The original promise.”

"Orgrim is a fool, and the Blade is even more useless. As for the Destroyer Blackhand, that guy is as ignorant as a wild boar. The chiefs and overseers in the tribe are all such things, and they are even worse. Do you still want to conquer this world? Hahahahahahaha, it’s really whimsical.

I have witnessed too many powerful enemies during this long journey. If the tribe wants to conquer this world, it is destined to fail. Tell me messenger, why should I join a war that is destined to fail? "

As Ner'zhul said, he couldn't help but think of the Storm Dragon King and the Divine Martial Emperor whom he had fought against not long ago. Until now, he still hadn't figured out what was going on with those two guys.

He has mastered the power of the ancient gods, so there is no reason to fail.

Yes, this 'Pava' must not be strong enough. As long as you dig out another ancient god and absorb it once, you will be truly invincible.

"Master Ner'zhul, what the warchief means is that if you don't plan to participate in the war, then please send some troops to help the tribe. It doesn't need to be too many. The warchief wants to send some symbolically."

"Hehehehe, I will not send a single soldier to Ba Dao Wuqing. The tribal war is meaningless to me. Capturing cities, seizing territory, training soldiers... all of this is meaningless. Only strength, strength is everything.

Go back and tell Ba Dao Qingwu that when I have enough power, I will go to him, and I will make him understand how ridiculous what he did is. "

The messenger suddenly didn't know how to speak. This was too disrespectful. If he said this to the chief, he didn't know if he would be furious.

"Master Ner'zhul, you'd better write a letter and let me take it back."

"Reply to the letter..."

Ner'zhul walked up to the orc and suddenly grabbed his neck, "This is my reply."

The power of the void was suddenly released and instantly injected into the body of the orc messenger. His body was immediately deformed, and a painful roar came from his mouth.

A void orc is born.

"Go ahead and tell your warchief everything."

Watching the messenger corrupted by the power of the void disappear into the sky riding a flying dragon.

Ner'zhul snorted coldly.

At this time, the navigator suddenly shouted, "Look, there is fog ahead!"

Cho'gall hurriedly came over to ask for instructions: "Master Ner'zhul, the fog ahead has obscured the route, we should return."

"Don't worry, my ancient god's eyes can see through this fog and see through everything. Keep moving forward my loyal servant, our destination is coming."

Ner'zhul's voice was calm but full of oppression. Cho'gall did not dare to disobey him at all. With a command, the huge fleet slowly sailed into the mist and disappeared without a trace.

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Soon after - Dark Portal Tribe Camp -

Ba Dao Qingqing (the chief of the tribe): "What? Ner'zhul, an old brat, dares to say that about us? Are you making a mistake? This scum of the orcs."

Seeing the deformed orc corrupted by the void in front of him, Ba Dao Qingqing also cursed angrily.

This is a naked demonstration. I can’t even climb the steps for you. Damn it, you’re not as good as Kilrogg.

But Ner'zhul actually surrendered to the ancient god? This plot is a bit beyond expectations.

Don’t be angry or not, four became three, which is not bad.

He had known for a long time that these legion leaders would not come to join the alliance. The six legion commanders arranged by Orgrim were all ambitious people. They refused to obey anyone and did not consider the overall situation. Why did the tribe do it in the first place? Lose, isn’t it because these scammers are unwilling to fight each other?

As the saying goes, a wolf cannot compete with a dog. Once all the orc heroes who can really fight are dead, they will be completely out of options.

This time in the league, if you think about it, you will know that it is impossible to come over and be your little brother.

What he really wants to obtain is the power system, technological equipment, and special arms controlled by these legions.

Anyway, as long as the plot makes sense and as long as they are nominally under the jurisdiction of the tribe, then they can use the management system to develop arms, professions, and technology.

So far the plan seems to be going well.

New types of troops:

Black Iron Orc Punisher - a heavy infantry with full offensive and defensive capabilities, excellent line resistance, the only drawback is that it is a bit slow.

Blood Priest - can apply a blood plague curse to the enemy, and can apply a blood recovery BUFF to your own troops. It is a good auxiliary unit.

Orc Dragon Knight - a powerful air combat unit with three different versions, and thanks to the acquisition of a batch of dragon eggs, the tribe can now build its own dragon nest and train its own Dragon Knight.

Added new mounts:

Three-color baby dragons, three-color baby dragons, red, blue and green, Ba Dao Wu Wu are ready to be distributed as high-level reputation rewards. In the future, adventurers will have to fight hard for reputation in wars. Nowadays, the dragon knights of the Dragonmaw Knights are a mixed force, but the strange thing is that there is no black dragon or bronze dragon. They are all dragons in the three colors of red, blue and green.

New equipment:

Dragon skin series, dragon scale series, purple quality, need to have a tribal reputation of Revered or above to buy from the Dragonmaw Quartermaster.

The Black Iron series is an open supply of blue-quality suits, with two versions of plate and mail, as well as up to seventeen kinds of blue-quality weapons. Tribal adventurers with a respectable reputation can purchase them at the Blackstone Quartermaster.

New technologies added:

The black iron enchantment, contributed by the black iron dwarf blacksmith, can add additional black iron armor pieces to the equipment to increase higher defense.

Dragon blood alchemy potions are provided by the Dragonmaw clan. Different colors can increase various attribute BUFFs, spell resistance and spell strength.

Blood Rage Drink, provided by the Blood God Legion, can increase the anger of warriors and enhance the violent effect. The effect is even greater when used in conjunction with the Fel Energy Drink.

Have someone take the messenger down to the shaman for treatment.

Little Saurfang came over again.

"Warchief, when will we attack Watchfort?"

"Watch Keep, why are you attacking Watch Keep?"

"That fortress is near the exit to the Cursed Land. If we don't capture the Watch Fortress, our back route will always be under threat."

Ba Dao Qingqing smiled faintly.

"No, there is no need to attack the Kingdom of Storms head-on. I have another goal. Send me an order. Except for the troops guarding the Dark Portal, everyone should go south."

Little Saurfang was a little surprised, "But the south is all the sea?"

"What I want to go to is the sea."

After arranging the marching route, Ba Dao Qingqing returned to his tent and packed his luggage.

"It is very dangerous to attack by sea. The alliance's navy is very powerful, especially the navy of Kuldras. Although your army is powerful, I noticed that there is no professional navy." A voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Ba Dao Wu Wu was startled, and when he turned around, he saw a figure with a vicissitudes of life standing there.

He was immediately overjoyed.

"Grom Hellscream, my old friend, you are finally here."

He went up and gave him a hug. Hellscream pushed Ba Dao Qingwu away expressionlessly, "You haven't answered my question yet."

"Don't worry, everything has been arranged, and there won't be any trouble on the sea route," Ba Dao Qingqing said confidently, "If you don't believe it, you can act with me and witness with your own eyes how the tribe is in my hands. Conquer the world.

Let us fight side by side, just like the old days. "

Grom Hellscream looked at Ba Dao Qingqing and nodded with a complicated expression, "Okay, then I'll wait and see. Let's go on the road together - just like the old days."