The leader of the Scarface Orcs was enraged by Orrix's words, "I hope you don't regret it, human, I don't guarantee you'll get out of here alive." ”

With a cruel word, he walked back to the camp. Those who remained drew their weapons one after another, and stood beside Orix with an unkind face to control him.

A few minutes later, the Scarface Orc leader went and returned, tilting his head indignantly at Orrix and saying, "Come, human, our Great Chief wants to see you." ”

Oryx stepped forward and walked into the camp.

The tents in the camp were rudimentary, sewn from rags and hides, and dirty.

When it was time to eat, it was dark, but there were very few bonfires and torches for lighting. Often twenty or thirty orcs gathered around a campfire roasting their prey, and the older orcs distributed the food, and each of them could only get a small amount of meat, and they ate wild vegetables and fruits, and did not even have to chew them, because the food was too little.

Lack of resources, lack of food and clothing.

This is Oryx's first impression.

And many of the orcs were severely malnourished and emaciated, apparently the result of a long prison sentence that lasted for more than a decade. But even so, the sparkle in the eyes of all the orcs was still bright, as if they were full of hope for the future under Thrall's leadership.

Eventually, Oryx made his way to the center of the camp, where a bonfire was lit in the middle of an open space with sizzling boars roasted and a dozen straw mats spread around the campfire, presumably a meeting place for the chiefs of the various clans. A dozen orcs of different postures sat on it, all glaring at Orix.

"Despicable human!"

"Kill him!"

"It's these little people who burn our food!"

All the cursing ended when the tall orc, sitting with his back to the campfire, raised his arm.

"Human, you said you were here to threaten me?"

The tall orc spoke a very fluent lingua franca, with a slight accent from eastern Hillsbrad.

Instead of sitting on the ground like the other orcs, he sat on a stake with his elbows on his knees, which made him look like a giant bear ready to attack. Because he couldn't see his face clearly with his back to the firelight, with the pure black armor shining in the firelight, it gave people a very strong sense of oppression.

Oryx knew that this orc was Thrall, the great chief of the tribe.

"That's right." He replied in orc language.

"On your own, or on Lordaeron?" Thrall looked up, like all shamans with a deep connection to the elements, his blue eyes shining with wisdom in the darkness.

It's hard to imagine that this is an orc who is only nineteen years old.

"On behalf of all mankind."

The orcs laughed loudly, they thought it was a messenger from Lordaeron, but they didn't expect it to be a hairy boy who could only talk nonsense.

Thrall also seemed to lose interest, and slowly shook his head, "You are very bold enough to dare to break into our camp alone. But I will not talk to a person who is pretending to be an emissary, you cannot represent your king, let alone humanity. Go back, I won't kill you. ”

(Chapter 67 redacted Thrall's letter) In the midst of a shrill laugh, Oryx stared into Sal's eyes and said indifferently, "No matter which clan you sent to Nanhai Town—I think it should be the Warsong Clan, as long as they take another half step, I will order all the ships and shipyards in the coastal area to be burned, and all those who can be driven away will be left, and none will be left for you." You can try to see if the Warsong Clan is faster at breaking through the defenses, or if my orders are carried out faster. ”

The laughter came to an abrupt end.

Thrall jerked his head up.

How could this human in front of him know about the ship? Although these words are understated, they go straight to the point.

During this time, he kept dreaming of terrible visions, the Burning Legion descended on this world, and the northern kingdom of Lordaeron would be reduced to a wasteland by the plague. If they continue to stay here, the orcs will not escape their fate.

A few days ago, the prophet in the dream had come here and told him that everything was true, that this place would fall, and that he would have to lead the orcs westward across the Endless Sea to distant Kalimdor to escape the catastrophe.

Thrall was convinced of this, but where did the orcs have ships?

The catastrophe was imminent, and even if it was built, it would not be possible to build a ship that could send all the people of the tribe to the other side of the world, not to mention that there was not so much wood in the southeast of the Hillsbrad Hills, and even fewer could be used to build ships.

Can only be grabbed.

Snatch from humans.

Fortunately, the most important thing in the hills of Hillsbrad is the ship, the port town called Nanhai Town, which is a trading port with a large throughput, and the ships in it can fully meet the requirements of the orcs for long-distance voyages.

But the situation is tense today.

The Blackstone Clan, who still served the Burning Legion, concocted the Steinbrad massacre, and the Cult of the Damned, disguised as the regular Lordaeron army, burned the Horde's grain and grass.

Yes, Sal knew that it was all a conspiracy, but it didn't matter at all whether it was a conspiracy or not. The important thing is that the other party's goal has been achieved, the hatred is easy to solve, and the humans and orcs are at loggerheads, and they are obviously on the verge of misfire.

In just one week, large numbers of reserve troops arrived from all over Lordaeron to consolidate the defensive line. The number of human soldiers confronting the orcs has more than doubled. In such a situation, any small move could detonate a powder keg and unleash an unending war.

Although the orcs are not afraid of war, in their current state, they will never be able to defeat the army of Lordaeron, and the final result will only be a defeat for both sides, allowing the Burning Legion to reap the benefits.

No matter what, Thrall will lead his people westward and leave the Northlands, leaving the kingdom of Lordaeron, which is about to become a paradise for the undead and demons.

He doesn't need war, he just needs ships.

So he handed over the task of plundering the ships to the most powerful Warsong clan, while the large army stood still, and made Grom Hellroar disguise his true intention as plundering food and forage, in order to reduce the vigilance of the humans. Because he knew that under the threat of the Cursed Cult and the Scourge Legion, the leaders of the human race would also try their best to avoid the consequences of losing both sides as he did.

By the time the human race realized the true purpose of the Warsong Clan, the Warsong Clan had already returned to the location of the large army with those long-distance ships, picked up all the compatriots, and set sail west.

However, the young human in front of him broke all his plans in one word.

"Who the hell are you?" Sal asked in a deep voice.

"I'm Aurex Rivendell. Count Lordaeron and the Hand of the King, Saints of the Church of Light, ...... of the Northland Savior. ”

"So it's you, you're the prophet?"

"You're well-informed." Oryx said noncommittally.

Thrall stood up and stepped forward, looking at Oryx condescendingly.

"It seems that you have come to threaten me, but the orcs are never afraid of threats, nor do they care about sacrifice. Once you do, what awaits us is a lose-lose situation...... However, the orcs can accept all this, because we don't have a dagger waiting for an opportunity behind us. ”

The so-called dagger refers to the natural disaster forces that try to take advantage of the void.

Sal's words are clear and tough, but in Orix's opinion, they are a complete bluff.

He chuckled.

"How many of you are there, a hundred thousand, two hundred thousand? How many warriors can take up arms and go into battle, three thousand, five thousand? I think the rest, I'm afraid, are all imprisoned for more than ten years, meat. An orc whose body and soul have been devastated and can't even hold a weapon steadily, right? Do you want them to die on the battlefield?

I can give you a number. The army of fifty thousand Lordaeron is laid out in the long line of defense, and I believe you have already seen our weaknesses through the eyes of the elements. Yes, this male lion is infected, but infected male lions are not something that just hyenas can fight against - I mean no disrespect, if you orcs recuperate for a few years, your strength will recover quickly, maybe no less than the kingdom of Lordaeron, but at the moment you are really just hyenas. If we fight with you, we will indeed be taken advantage of by the Scourge Legion, but I can guarantee that we will destroy the ...... before Lordaeron is destroyed."

Orickston snapped.

"It must be you!"

Sal fell silent, just looking at Oryx. The shadow cast by the firelight completely enveloped Oryx.

"I think of a lingua franca of you humans – gaming. It's a game, right? After a while, Sal said suddenly.

"No, I'm in the ascendancy, and even if Lordaeron is taken advantage of by the Scourge Legion, he may not perish. And you have no way back, you can't take any risks, and you don't have the capital to play with me. ”

Oryx replied quietly.

"Your Excellency, I give you two choices. You can go to war with us, but like I said, Lordaeron will not be destroyed, but the orcs will be destroyed. Another option is...... Get out of here and don't cause us any trouble.

Lead your people through the Arathi Heights to the wetlands. You should know that thirteen years ago, it was there that you orcs used the plundered iron ore to build a steel fleet, transport all the troops to land in the Hillsbrad Hills, and start the second war. On the site of those dockyards, the kingdom of Lordaeron established a port called Minahir Harbor. There are boats you need, so take those boats and cross them west...... I won't disclose this to anyone. You can rest assured that this is not a ruse. ”

Sal frowned deeply and was puzzled: "Human, your thoughts are strange. This act is tantamount to betraying your compatriots, I can't understand it. ”

Oryx smiled and replied, "So what? Do I want me to let you stay here and contain all the armies of the kingdom before a catastrophe that cannot survive without pouring all my forces into it? But I also can't let you stay in the Eastern Continent to harm other countries, and in my opinion, sending you away is the best option for now, even if it will definitely cause trouble. ”

Thrall looked at him puzzled for a moment, then asked in a human lingua franca that other orcs couldn't understand, "You don't want to destroy us?" ”

"Yes," replied Oryx, "but it's not yet time, and I'll be able to prioritize it. ”

Thrall sighed faintly, his expression became more and more exciting, and after a long silence, he spoke: "I have one last question, since you know the intentions of the Burning Legion, why don't you seek cooperation with us?" ”

This sentence was also used in the lingua franca, and the voice was very low, presumably because he did not want to be heard by the other chiefs, so as not to cause any gossip that would damage his own majesty.

"Cooperate when the vortex of hatred is spinning violently, on the verge of exploding? It's not realistic. Not my brethren, and neither will yours," Orix whispered, bowing slightly, and turning towards the exit of the camp, "the road is laid out before you, and I trust you to make the best choice—like me." ”

Sal looked at his fading back and wondered.

In a trance, he had the illusion that the young man in the black cloak in front of him was the prophet revealed to him by the elements in his dream. Diagram of the Avenue of the Heavens