The same sky, the same Elune.

Different locations.

Nazmir.

Once the glorious center of the troll civilization, Nazmir is now a withered swamp, leaving only a few ruins to lament its former glory.

In Zudasa, children have passed down some ancient tales for generations, and if they don't behave well, the blood magicians of Nazmir will take them from their sleep.

And those who dared to go into the swamp disappeared without a trace, and no one ever returned.

Nazmir's blood trolls are a nightmare for every Zendalar child—and for good reason, of course.

It's just that at this moment, these nightmares of Zandalar children have met their nightmares.

After drinking the blood of demons, orcs with dark green and dark green skin crossed the world's gates and arrived here.

As the former overlord of the place, the Blood Troll chose to cooperate with the other party. Because the orcs promised them that after defeating Zudasa, they would give the troll capital to the blood trolls.

This has been the dream of blood trolls for countless generations.

At the same time, the orcs have a great interest in the Dark Star as soon as they arrive. After hearing that the god of the blood trolls was being held under the pyramid, the orcs volunteered to break the pyramid and release the blood god of the blood trolls.

Gohorn, who has been longing to break through the ground, has been buried for far too long.

He longed to come out and get some fresh air.

He wasn't an orthodox void force, and trading with demons wouldn't make him hesitate at all.

And even those true ancient gods, once it is profitable to cooperate with evil powers, they will definitely not hesitate to turn their backs on their camp.

Between escaping from prison and cooperating with demons, Gohorn decisively chose the latter. As his followers, the skeletons naturally cooperated with the orcs.

In fact, in the eyes of most of the ignorant blood trolls, demons are no different from orcs. Some skeletons even call the larger demons "big greenskins".

The two sides hit it off.

The Beast Blood Alliance.

Swing south and fight the trolls of Zandalar in Dasaro.

The war, so far, has been detrimental to this alliance.

The bitter fruit of the unfavorable, blood trolls and orcs naturally had to swallow it.

The orcs, who have always been on the strong side in the cooperation, are bound to make the weaker blood trolls taste more bitterness.

For example, in the Nazmir Swamp at this moment.

The Blood Trolls had been driven out of their rudimentary tents—improvised tents made of hides, twigs, and dead leaves, now home to the migrating orc civilians.

The skeletons could only stay on the edge of the damp swamp, resting on the ground.

Deep in Nazmir, a bonfire roars.

The surviving orc chiefs sit in a circle with a few blood trolls.

In the middle stood Naozu.

"Dead Eye is dead. The Black Hand is also dead. Garrard also died. They are all weak, and those who die in battle are weak. ”

"The victor is the warrior of the orcs."

Naozu's voice was relaxed, and the huge losses of the orcs in the battle seemed sparse and ordinary to him.

"The weak are worthy of slavery, or simply die."

"We didn't come here from our world to fail."

"They failed, they don't deserve to live."

His words made the chiefs a little uneasy, because the orcs whose names Naozu had just reported were once the famous overlords of the orcs.

Kilrog Deadeye, the chief of the Bloodhole Clan from the jungle and the overlord of the jungle region. With the power of a clan, he enslaved the former master of the jungle - the Raven Man, and was a well-known warrior among the entire orcs.

The Black Hand, the new chief of the Blackstone Clan. Despite his youth, he may be the number one warrior of the orcs, and the Blackstone clan has been one of the most powerful orc clans since a long time ago.

Garrad, the old chieftain of the Frostwolf Clan.

The Frostwolf Clan is a formidable force in the north, and Garrard is known for his wisdom and cunning. Many orcs believe that Garrard is the smartest orc among the orcs outside of the Shadowmoon Clan.

The famous warriors and wise men of these three orcs all died, but Naozu said that they were losers.

Many orcs don't understand in their hearts.

But they didn't dare to refute.

Because the words of Naozu hold up among the orcs.

The universal value of orcs for a long time is that the law of the jungle is the law of the jungle, and there is no need to sympathize with the loser, and failure is death.

The three of them died, and death was a failure.

The chiefs were silent.

The orc warriors became agitated.

The blood trolls couldn't understand the orcs, but they weren't at ease at the sight of their restless allies.

Looking at the silence and uneasiness of the clansmen.

Naozu didn't care, and he clapped his hands.

Behind the orc leader, a few relatively short guys slowly walked out.

"Then we'll leave by boat, out of this huge island." The leader said something that surprised the chiefs.

He pointed to the two dwarf pinkskins and the three pocket-sized greenskins that came out.

"They're going to send us to an island full of weak guys. There are many, many ships on that island, and we can start from there and resume our quest to conquer the world. ”

"Garrard, the Black Hand, and the Bloodhole have failed. Orcs don't fail. ”

"What you have to do is wait quietly. Then I'll get you on the boat and get out of here. Go to a better place. ”

Naozu gestured, just as he had asked the orcs to follow him, and gestured to the bright future of the orcs.

"I promised you. Every orc will have endless food, the best house, and no less than three slaves. ”

"We came from afar and were very tired. The first enemy he encountered was the strongest race in the world. ”

"But even then, we bleeded each other's heads. This proves that we are the most powerful force in this world. ”

"We are like wolves migrating on the prairie. I had just arrived at a new hunting ground, and when I was unfamiliar with the hunting ground, I encountered the strongest local beast group on the grassland. ”

"Even so, the wolves did not fail. We suffer from unfamiliar hunting grounds. ”

"Good!"

Nao Zu said loudly and powerfully.

"We're out of this corner of the hunting ground for now! We go to the rest of the hunting grounds, pick the weak prey, and plunder and prey on them! ”

"Grow our wolves with these abundant prey, and wait until we become the most powerful wolves in the hunting grounds!"

"It is the day when the enemy is defeated!"

"I, Naozu. Son of Nioro, Chief of the Shadowmoon Clan, announced! From now on, I am the chief of all orcs! I'm the Great Chief of the Orcs! All orcs can initiate Mak'gora against me! Whoever wins me will be the new Great Chief! ”

"At the same time."

Neozu's glowing green eyes looked at the restless Blood Troll Hostesses in the corner.

"It will also be the Great Chief of the Alliance."

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