Part-time BOSS

Planet Draenor—Frostfire Ridge:

"Gu'ir, it's time to go."

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice woke Sal from his sleep. Sal opened his eyes and was surprised to find that he was lying in the tent on top of a piece of wolf skin.

A loud noise came from outside, and Thrall looked outside the tent. The members of the Frostwolf clan were packing their belongings and preparing to start their great migration.

The person who called him was Galer, his childhood playmate and the guard assigned to him by his father. In his memory, he seemed to have died in the Battle of the Icefields.

He immediately remembered when this was.

When he looked down, he saw that he had turned into a child.

The Dark Portal is about to open, and the warchief Blackhand sends a messenger, asking all clans to join this great expedition to a strange planet and conquer new territories.

And Draenor, a dying planet contaminated by evil energy, will be completely abandoned.

The memories in his mind gradually returned - was this the time chosen by the Dragon God? It's quite appropriate.

He walked out of the tent, and the young orc who called him immediately handed him a piece of clefthoof meat when he saw him, "Hurry up and eat Go'ir, we are about to set off. The chief has ordered to abandon this land and follow the tribal army. Go attack another world.”

"No, it's not time to give up yet." Sal said solemnly, with a tone of determination that a child should not have.

He strode towards the chief's tent. The elders of the Frostwolf clan were discussing the next migration plan with Durotan.

A green-skinned orc sat next to Durotan and was talking loudly.

"We must leave. This land is hopeless. Gul'dan has found a new world and started building a portal. The Horde will conquer that world."

"This war will be glorious."

"All the clans have joined, and the Frostwolf clan should be no exception."

"Durotan, your wolf cavalry will gain glory and land in the war, which will be ten times better than the rotten land you have now."

The door of the tent was suddenly opened, and Thrall stood in front of the door. The pale sunlight of Frostfire Ridge cast a long shadow on him.

"Father, I have something to say."

Durotan was a little surprised and scolded, "Gu'ir, this is not a place where children should come."

Sal shook his head, "The Great Migration concerns everyone, especially children."

Durotan was startled, "Okay, if you have anything to say, just say it quickly."

"This land has not lost hope. What has lost hope is only our hearts. It is evil energy that has corrupted the world. But as long as we no longer use evil energy, nature will slowly purify everything, and the elements will return. As long as we no longer use evil energy, Together we can rebuild and return this planet to the good old days.

Instead of using your life to participate in a bloody war of conquest and watering the orcs' future with blood and hatred, why not use this power to rebuild your homeland? "

"Father, you once taught me that an orc should insist on his own glory, and now I am doing what you said. Stay and let us save our home together."

Durotan was shocked by these words. Is this what his own child could say? Sal is only five years old.

But several elders were touched. The older they were, the harder it was to leave their homeland, and they all nodded in agreement.

Durotan didn't have any reaction, but the orc envoy couldn't bear it anymore, "You don't understand anything at all, boy, this is the order of the war chief! Evil energy is a blessing, it makes us stronger."

Thrall faced the roar of this powerful orc without fear, "No, you are the one who doesn't understand anything! Your mind has been corrupted by evil energy, but you haven't realized it yet."

"That's enough! It seems I have to teach you some lessons." The orc roared and stood up from his seat.

Just as Durotan was about to stop him, a sudden change occurred.

The power of the elements seemed to feel some kind of call and gathered towards Thrall at the same time. Storm, earth, flames, and water all surrounded Thrall.

"What!"

"Oh my God!"

Purification! Thrall raised his hand and blasted the elemental power towards the orc messenger. The evil energy aura on the orc's body was instantly washed away, and the originally green skin turned brown again.

"What? What did you do?"

The orc roared angrily, "The power of evil is a blessing given by the great demon, but you deprived yourself of your power! You bastard!"

The orc roared and rushed towards Thrall.

But a figure blocked him, poof! The Savage Ripper beheaded the orc envoy.

"Durotan, you killed the Black Hand's messenger?" The elders exclaimed. The Blackstone Clan is the most powerful orc clan. Killing the Warchief's messenger means that the Frostwolf Clan will become the enemy of the tribe.

Durotan nodded, "Yes, I killed him. Sorry kid, I almost gave up. You are right. Our home should not be abandoned like this. Let Blackhand conquer another world by himself. We stay!"

"The Black Hand will not let us go! Besides, this world is on the verge of death!" the elders lamented.

Thrall showed a confident expression, "I know a place that is not contaminated by evil energy. We can go there and start over! Get ready to go, father, but not to participate in that bloody expedition, but to our new home. "

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Tanaan Jungle (Hellfire Peninsula)—Dark Portal Construction Site:

"Get to work you slackers!"

Snapped! The sounds of slave masters being whipped and cursed, the screams of orc slave laborers, and the clanking sounds of knocking.

The entire wilderness has become a huge construction site, with countless orc peons, draenei slaves, and ogre peons driving by warlocks and overseers to build the magnificent Dark Portal.

Grom moved his eyes away from the gradually formed outline of the Dark Gate, walked through the crowd, and walked towards the warchief's tent.

Along the way, the orcs automatically gave way to a path.

As the chief of the Warsong Clan and the pioneer general of the tribe, Grom Hellscream's reputation is well-known among the tribe. No one dares to provoke this madman who took the lead in drinking the blood of demons.

But what makes the orcs a little strange is that Grom looks particularly calm today. Instead of being as manic and violent as fire in the past, he is as calm as a mountain.

Soon he came to the door of the tent. When he walked into the door, he immediately heard the voice of the Destroyer Blackhand.

"Grom, you are finally here. Are all the Warsong clan here?"

Grom Hellscream glanced at the orcs around him. They were all chiefs of the major clans of the tribe.

Most of them died in the subsequent wars, and some of the deaths were even witnessed by Grom. It was really weird to see these dead people come back here to discuss plans to conquer the world.

"The Warsong clan is all here and ready to go at any time."

“Very well, the Dark Portal is about to be completed, the tribe will go to the new world, and the Warsong clan will once again become the vanguard of the tribe and wipe out the enemies of the tribe.

But before that, there is one thing you need to do. The Frostwolf clan actually rejected my call. That coward Durotan killed my envoy. Hmm, maybe I have been too kind recently and killed too few people. People have forgotten it. I am called the destroyer.

Go to Frostfire Ridge and bring me Durotan's head. As a reward, I will give you the honor of being the first to step through the Dark Portal! "

"Yeah, that's really an honor for me." Grom said sarcastically. The completely different tone from the past made Blackhand stunned. He was a little unsure whether Grom was sarcastic or seriously expressing his gratitude. The main reason is that the language and culture of the orcs lacks irony, but I always feel that the other party's tone seems not quite right.

His feelings were soon confirmed.

"But before crossing the Dark Portal, there is one thing we must first figure out. Who is responsible for the destruction of Draenor?" Grom said as he slowly walked around the tent, looking at Scanned every orc chief.

All the chiefs were stunned, wondering, Grom, could it be that you drank too much demon blood and burned out your brain? We orcs have always respected the strong and the victor is king. Who cares about responsibility?

However, Hellscream was not someone to be trifled with, and no one among the chiefs took the initiative to refute his words.

Grom continued, "After these years of war, I think everyone has understood that it was the evil energy that corrupted our world, and it was the evil energy that polluted our land. The tribe was once prosperous, and Draenor was full of vitality. , but in just ten years, Draenor was on the verge of destruction, and the number of orcs was reduced by two-thirds. How many people died killing each other, and how many died of hunger and disease?

Someone must take responsibility for all these evil consequences. Someone caused all this and is the culprit of the tragedy! "

No one said anything. It was clear that Hellscream wanted to stir up trouble, but everyone was not sure who this guy was looking for, so they couldn't take the initiative.

Only the great chief, Destroyer Blackhand, narrowed his eyes dangerously. As a great chief, he felt that his majesty had been challenged. "So Grom, who do you think should bear this responsibility?"

Grom Hellscream's eyes slowly swept across the chiefs, and stayed on Gul'dan for a moment. The cold gaze made Gul'dan feel like a light on his back. Gul'dan had never been popular within the tribe and was not recruiting. He is welcome, but because they are afraid of his evil magic, no one dares to provoke him.

But Grom, the madman, is not one of them.

Just when he hesitated to defend himself, Grom turned his eyes to the Destroyer Blackhand.

"Of course it's you, Great Chief, Destroyer Blackhand, you can't escape all this responsibility. It's you who led the tribe to where it is today. It's you who caused all of this to happen. You must pay the price for it."

Black Hand suddenly stood up, "You are so impudent, Hellscream, pay attention to your attitude, I am the war chief!"

"It won't be anymore soon." Grom said and threw the war flag of the Warsong clan to Blackhand. "You are not worthy of leading the tribe at all. Under your leadership, the tribe will only go to destruction. I will launch a Mark attack on you." Gra Ceremony, I will become the new Warchief.”

Blackhand laughed loudly, "You are looking for death Grom. I think you drank too much demon blood and your brain is damaged. I will not waste time with a madman. Take him down and hang him to death." Let him wake up at the Dark Portal."

Although Blackhand is angry, he doesn't want to really break up with each other. The Warsong clan is a powerful clan and a force that needs to be won over.

Grom sneered, "Why, don't you dare to accept my challenge? You are afraid that I will disembowel you. If you take the initiative to get out of the tribe, I will spare your life!"

These words were a slap in the face, and the black hand couldn't bear it anymore. "This is Grom you asked for. I accept your challenge, not because you have the qualifications, but because I want to kill you with my own hands, take out your broken brain from your skull, and take out Take your battle ax! No need to go to the duel field, we will solve it here."

The Destroyer Blackhand is not an ordinary person. Although he is brave and foolhardy, his ability to become the Warchief depends not only on the powerful strength of the Blackstone Clan, but also on his personal power.

Historically, Orgrim Doomhammer only dared to challenge Blackhand after he failed and was injured, so he was nicknamed 'The Backstabber'.

Although Hellscream in history is powerful, he is also willing to accept the leadership of Blackhand. It is not difficult to see that Hellscream also recognizes Blackhand's strength.

But this time, it was different.

Grom sneered, "You mean drawing the sword?"

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the kryptonite sword of Ashbringer Warchief appeared in his hand.

The power of the shadow flames radiated from the sword made the Destroyer Blackhand immediately alert.

"Did this weapon give you the courage to challenge me? I will let you understand that the power of the Destroyer's Black Hand cannot be resisted by a broken sword!"

The Destroyer Blackhand looked at Hellscream with a sneer and picked up his war hammer. He was very confident in this battle. He knew Hellscream's fighting style very well. Blackhand was not an arrogant and ignorant fool. In order to sit still As a warchief, he pays great attention to the powerful warriors of each clan, and Grom is no exception.

Although this madman is powerful, he relies on his bravery and the powerful power brought by the blood of demons to fight. As long as he can overwhelm the opponent in strength, it will not be difficult to win.

And this is what the Destroyer Blackhand is most proud of. He wears the sacred object of the Blackstone Clan, which can give him unprecedented terrifying power.

And the magic iron armor he wears is even more invulnerable. It can be called an artifact for the orc society, which generally lacks metal smelting technology.

The war hammer in his hand is a secondary artifact forged with the essence of flames in the lava lake.

After a brief moment of confrontation, the two rushed towards each other at the same time.

Destroying Slam! Blackhand swung the war hammer in his hand vigorously, and lava and fire emerged around his war hammer, like a tide of lava blasting forward.

He seemed to have seen the scene that was about to appear. Hellscream would confront him head-on and then be blasted away.

However, the figure of Grom in front of him suddenly disappeared.

Wind step!

What? The black hand's hammer hit everything empty.

What! How can it be! Black Hand was startled. The next second, a chill rose in vain behind him. He tried to avoid it but it was too late.

Not only was he surprised, other orc chiefs also stood up one after another, especially the chief of the Burning Blade Clan's Triple Fire Blade. When did this guy even learn the Wind Step?

Void Shattering Slash!

Pfft, the Ashbringer's sword easily penetrated the magic iron armor and split him in half from the middle.

The former chief was killed with just one move.

All the orc chiefs showed horrified expressions and looked at Grom warily, fearing that this guy would go crazy and start a war with everyone.

But Grom just wiped the blood on the sword blade with disdain.

"Without this useless leader, the tribe will become stronger. Now I am the chief. Who is in favor and who is against?"

His eyes swept across the crowd, and his powerful aura made no one say a word. His eyes fell on Gul'dan.

"Salute to you, Great Chief." Gul'dan was the first to defect.

"Very good, Gul'dan. I will need you to assist me in the future to complete the hegemony of the tribe. Orgrim, you will be the commander of the Blackstone Clan from now on. Under my leadership, the tribe will become great again! Let's wait and see. Everyone."

He said, carelessly stepping over Blackhand's body and sitting on the chief's throne.

Grom is not stupid, Gul'dan cannot be killed yet, at least not before the Dark Portal opens, and Gul'dan has his own ambitions. His goal is the Tomb of Sargeras, and he is not worried that the other party will be burned. Legion as dogs.

Gul'dan can still be put to good use before he loses his value.

He does not intend to repeat the same mistake and start a war with the Alliance again, but it is imperative to open up a new territory for the tribe. Today's dilapidated planet Draenor cannot support the entire tribe of orcs.

However, Azeroth is a huge planet, some of which are unclaimed lands, and some of which are occupied by barbaric races.

Jackals, quilboars, murlocs, goblins, kobolds, naga, trolls...these territories can all become targets for tribal conquest.

Emperor Shenwu once showed him what expansion means and what the art of rule is. He will make good use of this experience to build an empire belonging to the orcs.

In the coming crisis, bring true glory to the tribe.