Chapter 699: Ao Sledgehammer Forty

Helping the beasts to rebel will inevitably harm the lives of human soldiers, and there is no task for a brain with a higher than average IQ to be suspicious.

Then Carlos, who is behind all this. Isn't Barov a hypocrite?

On the one hand, he shouted the justice of mankind and advocated the community of destiny of Azeroth, and on the other side, the death and life of innocent soldiers.

Whatever......

People who have really experienced the chaos of war and understand how terrible war really is will not be touched by this farce of being "directed".

The wheel of hatred will not stop until it has crushed enough flesh and blood.

Spartacus was sent to facilitate the orc uprising, a means of uniting the alliance.

After sending Spartacus, he ordered Saidan to do so. Da Sohan took the warrant to secretly mobilize troops to prevent the orcs of Azeroth from being infected by the hairy second brother who was far away from the stars, and couldn't help Waaaaaaaaaggggggggggg!!gg A wave, that's funny.

So the necessary military surveillance is "necessary".

If Spartacus does not complete his mission well, then the people who "sympathize" with the tragic plight of the orcs today will be the same people who "suppressed" the orc rebellion.

Carlos didn't have the brains to raise a gravedigger for himself.

"So Spartacus, what does your master want?"

"I want a little movement."

It had only been done a few days earlier, and Spartacus and Orgrim had made a note of their youth.

Then after the emotional excitement, there is a calmer exchange of interests.

How do you say that?

The one who treats everyone else as a fool is the real fool.

That's probably what it means.

Spartacus had wanted to blend in with Sal's team before, and it wasn't difficult. A defeated reclusive Juggernaut status plus a few less "dangerous" battles was enough for Spartacus to give Thrall enough "right" advice as an elder.

But Thrall had an Orgrim by his side, so the script couldn't go on like that.

Thrall has a passionate heart and wants to save his countrymen, but he is about to face a big problem.

Courage and lack of strategy is the current situation of the frostwolf orcs, who have lived in seclusion in the mountains for almost twenty years, although they were persecuted by Gul'dan and the black hand, but the tragic second orc war was split, which gave the frostwolf clan precious time to recuperate, so Drektar was able to give Thrall nearly a thousand strong frostwolf orcs with a wave of his hand.

However, here's the problem, the tactics of the frostwolf orcs are still stuck in the twenty years ago, in the era when the Horde had just arrived in Azeroth and fought against the Stormwind Guards in the Dark Swamp.

The Frostwolf Orcs had no idea of the alliance that had grown up in the war, and they didn't know that the form of "modern" warfare had come a long way in that terrible war.

Thankfully, Thrall understood this, so the young son of Durotan knew he needed a war advisor.

Originally, Spartacus was going to come to Thrall's side to play this role.

But being old and not dying is a thief, and Drektar of the Frostwolf Clan has prepared the best candidate for Thrall, which frustrates Spartacus's plans.

But it's actually pretty good.

Because the former Great Chief of the tribe was a surreal orc.

Orgrim was keenly aware that Spartacus's ass was no longer on the orc's side, at least not on the side of the Frostwolf Clan.

Then things are simple.

It's nothing more than talking about conditions and exchanging interests.

Spartacus is not a "beast girl" in the real sense, and there is also some resentment against the wise and brave prisoners in the detention center.

Anyway, Carlos's order is just to make the alliance "shake", so on the premise of completing the task, it is not a big thing that cannot be said to be a big thing to help his compatriots at all.

Because regardless of whether this is Thrall's "revolution" or the orcs' "riot", the crime has already been set anywayβ€”β€”β€”β€” Red. Black hands back to the pot.

As the fastest sword and the hardest shield in the hands of Terenus, the Knights of the Silver Hand are still suppressing the harassment and counterattack of the Blackstone Orcs on the front line of the wetlands. Although the Horde has been defeated, the threat of orcs is always present.

However, the wetlands, or the Southern Continent, are too far away for Lordaeron to touch the pain points within the Alliance.

So what a "huge" orc uprising is.

Carlos was physically and mentally exhausted in Lordaeron for the famine in the south, and for the "edible gold" from the granaries and cellars of the landlords.

The old father-in-law, Terenus, was already reaching his limit.

Although he didn't know how to disguise it, Terenus seemed to be in much better spirits, and was able to sit up half-lying down to meet visitors, and his face was much more ruddy, as if his injuries were improving. But Carlos could clearly feel that the vitality of Terenus was already like a candle in the wind, and it would drift away at any time.

It is an inopportune time to come to Lordaeron because Alsace is not there.

If Terenus dies, Carlos will be burdened with a huge amount of criticism for happening to be in Lordaeron, and the gains will outweigh the losses.

But Carlos couldn't help but come, wanting to solve the famine in the south and raise food and grass, and the city of Lordaeron was an unavoidable place.

Extrapolating from what is known, the threat of the Cult of the Damned has been contained, Angela's Zerg is led by the Night Elves, and the Realm Gate Adventure has been a huge success.

This caused Carlos to change his original plans.

Two years.

It only takes two years, waiting for the high-level elves who have settled the immigrants, and waiting for Vilon's spaceship to land.

Then Carlos is confident that he will reconstruct the current alliance with absolute strength, and he will have the confidence to pull the Night Elves into the alliance before they hemorrhage.

Only then will this real alliance be able to confront real threats.

After all, before Akmund circled the tree at the speed of light, the decay of the Lordaeron Alliance and the arrogance of the Night Elves were incurable.

However, it was Veron, it was the Light, it was Naru and his friends who gave Carlos courage.

So Carlos gave up his original teammates to send them off and laugh and brush, and began to take the initiative to intervene in the affairs of the Lordaeron Alliance, wanting to entrust this crumbling alliance for another two years.

It is a support, a support that holds up hope, not a detachment that takes off, a drag that drags down.

This made Carlos physically and mentally exhausted, especially when he was cheated by his son, he had a lot of scruples in front of Terenus, and many originally simple things became extremely complicated.

Carlos, dragged down by a lot of transactional work, didn't notice and manipulated ...... Indulging the orcs may not be as simple as he thinks.

Thrall is a political newcomer, a five-good baby, but Ogrim. The Hammer of Doom is not.

By the time Spartacus delivered the report to Carlos' bookcase, it was already five days later.

"What are we doing here?"

Sal asked.

"Just dig it."

Orgrim wields his hoe and despises Thrall.

The two orcs, one old and one young, worked hard together, and quickly dug out a large box buried deep in the ground.

"What's in there?"

Curious baby Sal continued to ask, answering him with Orgrim's Iron Fist.

Buried in the ground for a long time, the keyhole was blocked, and Orgrim smashed the locks with a punch.

"It contains the last wealth of the tribe that once was."

Orgrim pulled open the box, and Thrall leaned in.

In the chest, there were no gold or silver jewels, and at the bottom were some oil-soaked cowhide envelopes, on which were placed a set of black plate armor and a dull hammer, and on top of the armor and hammer was a defaced flag.

"What is this?"

Sal asked, picking up the flag.

Orgrim reached out and touched his former weapons and armor, looking at the flag with a complicated expression.

"It was the last battle flag of the tribe at that time."