"See?"

"See."

"The glorious city in the distance, it can be the foundation of our foothold in this world."

"Seize it."

"No matter how much blood you give, it is also a necessary sacrifice on the road to success."

"Absolutely."

“……”

Dasaro North.

The drizzle was falling from the dark sky.

The rainy season is about to begin.

It doesn't matter if it's a troll or an orc on the ground, it sprinkles it as always.

There were tents everywhere.

It's all fanged orcs.

Trees that had grown for an unknown number of years were cut down and felled to serve as tents and materials for heating in the drizzle.

Cutting down these trees at the same time would also make the Zandalar trolls, who are good at hiding in the forest, lose the advantage of ambush observation.

The originally dense primeval forest has been cut down into a large open space that is extremely wide, and countless tents are located in this open space.

The clearing is like a wound in the forest, and the dense tents are pustules on the wounds, and the orcs are moving in the wounds—for the forest, they are bacteria.

Bacteria swept in from the Otherworld.

In the center of countless orc tents, in one of the most prominent and wide tents.

Several tall and strong orcs gathered around and watched as the leader Naozu showed them the image.

In the picture, it is a pyramid city full of gold, and it is a little difficult to see in the drizzle.

Its vastness, and the sheer number of trolls living in it, fell into the eyes of the orc leaders.

Surrounded in the middle, Neozu looked the youngest, and the orc leaders who surrounded him looked older than him, but the orcs were almost the same size, with swollen muscles and explosive bodies.

"Half of our fighters have come. Our people can start preparing to come, too. Young Naozu raised his chin high, his fangs turned out, and he looked incredulous.

"Let them come and enjoy this, the world we fought for them. The world is just one of our .asxs., a beginning. ”

"There's the next world."

His impassioned words made the surrounding orc leaders excited, and everyone raised their hands and clenched their fists.

The blood of evil spirits, the power of evil energy flows in their bones and muscles.

The jade hope of destruction, the thirst to kill, stirred in their minds.

Naozu, who brought all this to the orcs, was quite complacent in his heart.

The Lord had promised him that he would be the leader of the orcs for eternity.

The orcs will also be the invincible legions, the vanguard of the destruction and conquest of countless stars.

The young Naozu, who had previously been extremely recognized by the elements. This brought him great prestige within the orcs, even though he was very young at the time.

Now, however, in the face of the elements of weakness and deception. Young leaders believe that this weak power is not something they should have.

Domineering, indomitable, and the evil ability to destroy everything is the power that you deserve.

Orcs, that's how it should be.

You shouldn't be struggling in the jungle, you shouldn't be picking up thunder dung in the steppes of Nagrand, you shouldn't be fighting the brainless Yilong on the cliffs of Goldron.

Conquest and death, enslavement and victory, should be the eternal belonging of orcs.

With the belief that he would win, the young Naozu led his people across the world, volunteering to be the vanguard of those grown-ups.

Let these blue-skinned monsters in the forest become the first objects of conquest by the orcs, and become the first batch of otherworldly slaves of the orcs!!

The high-spirited young leader begins to prepare for the next wave of attacks from the orcs.

"What's going on over there with the Warsong Clan? The barren Gobi should not be their obstacle! ”

"Our power is unstoppable! The wolf cavalry sent news that the Warsong Clan had captured more than 80% of the land in the area known to the locals as the Wharton Desert. Only a few serpentines are still resisting. ”

"Tell Golmash and his son that if Hellroar can keep the reputation of the Warsong Clan, it's up to them to take that barren land for the orcs in ten sunrises and sunsets!!"

"What about the battle in the forest? The speed of the advance is not satisfactory to me, and the warriors are almost all in this world. We can't let our warriors huddle together, this continent can only be the continent of orcs. ”

"Those cannon fodder who call themselves blood trolls, they are very weak in combat. Only our warriors will be able to stand up to these blueskins, they are tenacious and strong-willed. Compared to the weak Delaney, they have a more fighting spirit. ”

"Kilrog, your last name has been changed to Dead Eye by you. You killed your father and became a chieftain, and you brought your people into the world. Just to tell me this? Tell me, the warriors of your clan can't break through the lines of these blueskins? ”

"Dead Eye, we're just as young. I met you at the Kashgar Haq Festival in Nagrand, and I thought you would be a brave commander. ”

"Don't let me down. The black hand chief of the Blackstone clan will not say that the enemy is tenacious. He will only think that his warriors are weak and that he is not fierce enough!! ”

"Alright."

After admonishing a young, strong, and brave chieftain, Nao Zu looked around at the clan chiefs who looked at the wolf Gu.

"The people present are all the chiefs of various powerful clans. All brave warriors, we are unstoppable! ”

"However, it is true that the enemy is not a weak sheep to be bullied. And there are quite a few of them. ”

Naozu's blood-red eyes narrowed.

"Let them out. Let them take the lead in breaking through the enemy's lines, inflicting destruction and despair on the enemy. ”

"We didn't bring them from Draenor to waste their food."

"Do you think there's anything wrong with me doing this?" Naozu looked at the chieftains around him, as if asking for their opinion.

Most of the orc chieftains bowed their heads and remained silent.

At this time, a strong orc chief whispered, "Great Chief, will it be a waste to do this?" We can let those skeletons go up first, and our fighters will be behind. Those weapons will be needed later in the siege. ”

"Garrad, I remember it was your name. Chieftain of the Frostwolf, though the Black Hand Chieftain thinks your clan is starting to weaken. But I don't think so, it's probably your wisdom. ”

"Don't worry, Garrard. We still have a lot of hole cards, so let them play. ”

"I have a hunch that this forest will soon become full of water. Until then, we will have to live in their cities to escape the annoying rain. ”

Garrard nodded and stepped back.

Looking at this group of chiefs, many of whom were older than him and who had been stronger than him, were now bowing down under his command.

The young Nao Zu was triumphant.

"Let's get started!"

"Get them out of the cage."