The rightful head of the Orgrimmar Clan Alliance, the "Dragon's Heart" Asog, who has just ascended to the throne of the Golden Horde? Burning blade, of course, at this time, it is impossible to be in the mood to reach the peak of life.

At this moment, the predicament facing him and his 300,000 people is very real.

Ten days ago, when the coalition forces in the south arrived at the Thunder Cliff Fortress one after another to make peace with the Nord army, he knew that his strategic plan to defend against the enemy had completely failed. The lower and middle routes, ah no, the southern and central fronts have completely collapsed, and in the extreme direction, the two armies may have been completely annihilated. His friends and right handmen, "Son of the Wind" Thor and "Skull Crusher" Gullock are also very lucky.

There won't be any more reinforcements. The 300,000 Orgrimmar soldiers and civilians inside the Thunder Cliff Fortress became the lone army that was completely trapped to death.

"Today, don't you even save face for me with the weather?" The orc sweat, who had finished his routine inspection during the day today, looked at the sky and laughed bitterly at himself.

As dusk wore on, the last rays of sunlight finally disappeared behind the towering Atlas Mountains in the distance. As a result, there was no splendor in the gloomy sky. Thick dark clouds obscured all the stars in the sky, and the bitter cold wind whistled like a ghost's cry. This was a more intense northerly wind than before. Even orcs, who were accustomed to the cold weather and had thick skin and flesh, felt that the sound of the wind blowing on their faces was as painful as a knife cut.

"At least we can be sure that the enemies outside the city will be worse off than we are." Asog said to his men, and a smile elicited in him. At least at this time, he must not lose his heart casually. The more desperate it is, the more positive revolutionary romanticism should be. For a good political leader, this should be common sense.

"The enemy will inevitably empty the last gold coin in the treasury, and it will not last long. At that time, whether to withdraw our troops, whether to storm or not, whether to negotiate peace, which in itself will divide our enemies. No matter how powerful an army is, when it is divided, it is no longer worth fearing. He explained to everyone again, and then said, "Although Ser and Gullock have been defeated, they are all right, and they have withdrawn most of their troops and are repairing. When the repair is completed, there is still the strength to fight again. At that time, it was also the time when the enemy in front of us was exhausted and the morale of the army was weakened! When the time comes, we will fight in both directions, and the victory will still belong to Orgrimmar! Belong to the Clan Alliance! ”

"Victory will always belong to the people of the god of war!" A powerful-looking minotaur shaman lifted his iron staff and said loudly.

This guy should be technically complimentary, but Asog frowned faintly.

"Yes, victory must belong to the people of the god of war." Asog added, his eyes stealthily glancing at the Heavenly Spirit Shaman Longzas, who was sitting not far away, silent.

As we all know, the Golden Horde is theoretically the supreme leader of the Orgrimmar Clan Alliance, and is a lifelong rather than hereditary one, and is not a permanent position. On the other hand, as the head of the shamanic order, the Celestial Spirit Shaman is equivalent to the supreme religious leader of the orcs in the spiritual and religious realm, not only the strongest among the shamans, but also must enjoy a high status in the orc community. In fact, many "pious" orc clan khans would often prostrate themselves on the ground to show respect when they met the Celestial Spirit Shaman.

Anyone with a little political common sense knows on their knees that the relationship between the two can be good...... However, Asog and Ronzath were at least generally sensible people, and of course they could not be friends, but at least when it came to business, they would not be mistaken by this little mustard.

"Yes! I saw the will of the god of war. This is the test we must go through before we can achieve a glorious and epic triumph, the hardest, the most painful, and the last test! Only a true warrior can cross a thousand mountains and reach the other side of honor! The Heavenly Spirit Shaman bowed his head slightly, and said to the generals at all levels.

But there is no orc who does not think of himself as a "real warrior", and they all scream and pat their chests, and one by one they say that the human face melon elf sissy and dwarf who came in tomorrow will come in one by one, and chop one by one, chop one by two, and a pair will be stewed with a dozen and a spoonful, and they are suddenly full of passionate and burning revolutionary romanticism, as if they are no longer afraid.

So, on the whole, it was a great dinner for the guests and hosts. In order to prepare for this meal, Asog took out his "special rations" as the Golden Horde Khan, and let these orc generals at all levels eat the sumptuous dinner since the Thunder Cliff Fortress was completely sealed down ten days ago. The orc generals at all levels were indeed greatly encouraged, both physically and mentally healed, and felt that tomorrow they might fight the enemy army outside the city for 800 rounds.

However, ordinary soldiers and generals need revolutionary romanticism, and the highest echelons must not have their brains hot. So, after dinner, this conversation ensued.

"Glockk and Thor, are they really alive?" Ronzath Road.

"I hope so...... However, from the perspective of common sense, it should be more than lucky, right? If they are still alive, even if they lose all their troops, they will definitely find a way to gather strength to fight again, and do their best to relieve the pressure on them. It is simply impossible for the enemy to transfer all the main forces under the Thunder Bluff so easily. Speaking of this, Asog couldn't help but pause, and his heart twitched. As a political figure who decisively kills and denies his relatives, in the actual choice, he may indeed regard these two as pawns - of course, they are very important chess pieces that cannot be sacrificed casually, but they are still pawns - but at this moment, he does feel real sadness. However, at this moment, even he didn't know whether his grief was for their loss or for the strong army that had fallen under their command.

"Originally, I thought that the battle lines on the southern and central fronts could be maintained for more than a year, and at that time, the enemy would naturally lose confidence in continuing the confrontation." He sighed slightly, "If things go the way we think, the nations of the Black Earth Hills and the Dragonclaw Peninsula will be forced to use up the last gold coin in their coffers, and the national government will be in turmoil. Then, what will happen to them, who originally had a feud, but only reluctantly joined forces to fight because of common interests, and because of the strong call of the Virginia Empire and the Federation? ”

Will come out again with a dog's brain. This is not difficult to guess, as long as you have a normal IQ and have a certain understanding of the history and politics of the Dragon Claw Peninsula and the Black Earth Hills, you can make such a judgment.

"Virginia has never been a wealthy country, and the long expeditions of the army have not been exhausted, and the unruly Nord lords are bound to have their own little calculations. In this case, even if the royal family of Arnor did his best, he could only keep the newly acquired land in the Great Lakes region. Such a large area of land would make the sparsely populated Nord people malnourished. For a long time, it will also lose the ability to look north...... And we've been given a chance to breathe. ”

"A prolonged standoff will also allow us to deplete our last little bit of food. Even if your plan succeeds, next year's famine will starve us to death at least a quarter of our people...... Probably none of the old people will survive, and would rather let themselves become rations for the younger tribesmen, right? Ronzath sighed.

In fact, Orgrimmar's land is forever far from fertile, and nomadic clan-like communities are far less resistant to natural disasters than agrarian societies. Although there are races in this world such as goblins and kobolds with extremely unscientific reproductive abilities, cyclops and trolls do not starve, and minotaurs, orcs, and even "more vegetarian" centaurs do not reject goblin meat to satisfy their hunger when they have no choice - so it is also very pleasant to explain that the nomadic primitive clan community of crickets can afford to raise so many large carnivorous troops.

But even so, most of the time, the average orc's annual grazing and hunting harvest could not sustain the family's adequate food supply throughout the year; As a result, in winter, the old and sick orcs who have lost their ability to work and fight often choose to kill themselves.

No matter how nervous and "heroic" the orcs are, it is impossible for them to use the corpses of their compatriots as food, but they have domesticated all kinds of livestock and war beasts, but they all have the habit of eating meat. These old orcs who chose to end their lives became the most important ration for them to survive the winter. It may sound a little cruel, but it also has a little bit of tragedy. However, for thousands of years, the orcs have struggled to thrive in the Orgrimmar Wasteland, a wasteland that seems worthless to most civilized nations.

"I'm ready to starve half of my people to death." The Golden Horde's face showed a trace of unwavering cruelty and hideousness: "After surviving this level, we will have a chance to breathe!" At that time, it is perfectly possible to wait for the violent upheavals that will inevitably arise in the international community. Time, in fact, is on our side. I am confident that if I am given a little time, I will be able to strengthen Orgrimmar's national power to the greatest extent and strengthen the fighting power of the warriors. With a little more time, we still have the possibility of marching south! ”

Of course, the orcs wanted to gain access to the warm, fertile lands of the south, and even wanted to smell the smell of life in the sea, and on several occasions in history they came close to success, but in the end they had to struggle in the Great Wilderness. This is their obsession, and it is also the goal that they have been working hard for for dozens of generations.

"Just thinking about that makes me feel sad. Sometimes, when you think about it, you can't help but feel that the ancient gods, and even the supreme will to create, are so unfair...... From the moment we were born into this world, we were slaves of the Gersa people, and when we finally did not want to be slaves for generations, Orgrimmar was no longer fertile in the age of the gods. We are like blind streams sent to the most remote places in the world, with no hope and no future. Speaking of which, the head of the shamanic order, who was already a little older, the supreme spiritual and religious leader of the orcs under the bloodthirsty king, looked at the supreme political leader in front of him with some envy, who was much younger than himself, and smiled: "Asog, young Great Khan, you have done everything you can. If you hadn't been born in Orgrimmar, maybe you would have done more. ”

"I'm already the Golden Horde, my dear crown, what more can I do than I want?" Asog couldn't help but laugh.

"The Golden Horde Khan who has lost even the Golden Horde and the Nine Great Banners?"

"Hey, hey, your majesty, you were the first to teach me how to use an axe, and you also taught me how to use my brain, but after knowing each other for decades, I still don't know that beating you is the crown of such a poisonous snake." The young Golden Horde couldn't help but smile wryly.

"However, my most unlikable student is you, Asog! Don't let me remember the nightmare I had when I taught you clan khane successors! ”

"Really? I thought it was the happiest time of my life. Asog grinned, his smile still as bright as ever. This young orc khan never seemed to see any pessimism or despair in him, and it was precisely because of this that so many outstanding people were willing to follow him without regrets.

"What's your idea again?" Ronzath put away his smile of remembrance and asked in a solemn voice.

“…… Well, waiting for the rescue of the Holy Throne? Don't you feel it? All the shamans, and all the gods of war should feel it! He returned, and we have the backbone. "Asog is serious.

“…… It's not a funny joke at all. Ronzath sighed, a hint of sarcasm in his voice: "Orcs will never be slaves!" For us, this is not an empty word. We need a totemic object that will inspire the blood of all Orgrimmar clans, we need a unified voice to call on all Orgrimmar clans, and we need to unite orcs, minotaurs, centaurs, trolls, and cyclops into one. At that time, the Holy See of Parkens appeared, and we needed him, and he needed us, it was as simple as that. ”

"Hey, hey, teacher...... I've always felt that I've been unruly enough, so I'm the one who lacks the most devotion to the Holy Throne among the clan khans, or the Golden Horde. But as a Celestial Spirit Shaman, you are theoretically the chief priest of the War Holy Seat! It's the equivalent of the Pope over there in the Great Church or something. Is it really good to say something like that? ”

"Hehe, you stupid student who doesn't learn anything! The source of shamanic magic comes from ancient inheritance, and it has nothing to do with the War God Seat. After so many years, even you clan khans feel that shamans are equivalent to the priests of the Holy Seat of Pakens, which makes the ancient shaman ancestors feel embarrassed! The Heavenly Spirit Shaman pursed his lips and sighed heavily: "After all, we still have to rely on our own ...... For a thousand years, we have relied on ourselves. ”

Asog also put away his hippie smile, and his voice slowly sank with his expression: "So, teacher, with our current strength, can we hold Thunder Cliff?" ”

The Celestial Spirit Shaman shook his head in silence, not knowing whether he was saying "I can't keep it" or "I don't know". He could only use a tone that he didn't believe too much, and said slowly: "Historically, both the Gersa people and the orcs have had the experience of repelling the enemy with the strong city defense of Thunder Cliff. ”

“…… History is often just a story in the face of reality. What's more, that person is now in the army. Khan's face showed a helpless frustration: "With him, I really don't have confidence." ”

Yes, it was because of his existence that Asog's self-proclaimed plan to "keep the enemy out of the country" was completely ruined. However, this was not Khan's fault. Who would have thought that a rabble-baffle would be able to rush into the hinterland of Orgrimmar and be invincible?

Asog Khan must not have known Xiang Yu, but at this time, there was really a sadness of "God killed me, not a crime of war".

"We're going to have to go alone." Ronzath smiled and patted Khan's shoulder: "It's just death anyway." Then, the orcs can always rise again, and there is no shortage of Celestial Shamans and Golden Horde Khans who died in battle in history, right? ”

Asog spread out his hand and smiled with relief, and was about to say something, but a voice suddenly sounded beside the two.

"It's not alone! I thought you should have some faith in me. ”

An orc young man with an ordinary appearance did not know when he was standing in the room where the two were talking, silent, like a ghost. He clasped his hands, seemingly innocent, with a friendly smile on his face. However, when it came to the political and religious leaders of the orc community, he did not hide the condescension in his eyes.

Asog and Ronzath exchanged a look, guessing each other's identities almost at the same moment.

"Holy See ......" Ronzath bowed slightly, let's just salute. He had been speaking ill of the other party a few minutes earlier, but now he didn't react in the slightest bit of embarrassment.

"Have you recovered? Your Honour the Holy See. Asog laughed.

"The damage of the Dharma Body, especially the burning of the Song of Divine Punishment, is not an injury that can be easily recovered, but my Divine Kingdom is still there, and the Divine Fire is still burning. So, I'm still alive! I will still fight with you, just as I did in countless battles thousands of years ago. Parkens, who was an ordinary orc youth, did not put on a godly stand, he knew what kind of attitude to use in front of whom: "I have a feasible plan!" ”