With the warmth of the sun and the biting cold wind, the young Warsong Orcs have experienced both of these forces of nature in their lifetimes in this place called the Howling Windsfjord.

"What a hell of a place. ”

Garrosh grumbled in a low voice, shivering, the feeling of hot and cold made him very uncomfortable, so in order to warm himself up, he carried his heavy storm tomahawk and prepared to go to the training ground to warm up.

"Throm-ka, General Garrosh, Blood and Thunder!"

"Throm-ka, Ulov, Gam......"

Garrosh returned the salute to the warriors who greeted him, but his mind was on something else.

"It's a strange place, but the clans that used to live in Frostfire Ridge should like it, and the land here looks lush and fertile, so you should be able to grow some cow chew trees and see if you can raise ice crow hoof cattle. ”

"General Garrosh. A herald who came in small steps interrupted Garrosh's thoughts.

"General, we have captured a few surviving captives in that fallen floating city. ”

"Prisoner, what's the use of an undead captive, slaughter it quickly..."Garrosh stopped suddenly before he could finish his sentence, and he realized that the captive who needed to report to him must not be easy.

"Take me to see it. ”

Led by the herald, Garrosh soon arrived at the prison where the prisoners of war were kept, only to see several pale human necromancers dressed as mages standing against the walls, looking immobile.

The shackles that bound them were a modified version of the ogre shackles that had bound the orcs such as Kargas with broken hands, but the shackles were originally only locked with a left hand, but now they were directly locked with the neck, as if it was a terrible punishment.

However, Garrosh did not have any sympathy for these undead spirits, and he even thought very praisefully:

"The Great Chief's shackles look like they're meant to be used to leash dogs, and it's perfect for these disgusting things. ”

"You savage orcs will be our puppets..."

"I see, intelligent undead with a certain degree of personal will. ”

Realizing the particularity of these undead captives, Garrosh didn't say a word, and said to the leader of the necromancers who was the loudest, most gorgeously dressed, and had a crown of sheep skulls on his head. Phew!"

The high-level necromancer in the cell who was constantly abusive froze instantly, he trembled and touched his face, his facial features distorted in the blink of an eye, while Garrosh on the side used his naturally loud voice and roared angrily:

"Disgusting undead, who allowed you to speak?"

"Ahh

The necromancer leader struggled in frustration, and some kind of dark evil energy began to condense on his right hand, but that energy didn't have time to take shape, and the next moment it dissipated.

I saw golden runes of holy light appear on the steel collar that bound him, and under the power of the holy light, the necromancer's spell had no possibility of success at all.

Garrosh grinned a sneer, let out a sneer through his nose, and mocked:

"Do you still want to cast spells? This circle is specifically for you immortal miscellaneous pieces, not to mention, the shiny ones are quite good-looking, just like the golden dog tag collar, it looks really fit, haha!!"

Garrosh's taunt was a fatal blow, and the necromancer leader's eyes suddenly rolled with anger, and he gritted his teeth as if he wanted to eat Garrosh alive.

Garrosh, on the other hand, felt that the heat was terrible, and although it was really cool to mock this guy who looked mentally retarded, his main purpose was actually intelligence.

"But this thing is really troublesome to do! The Great Chief said that these walking dead-like ghosts basically can't use torture to force out information, and can only make them expose their own flaws through mental torture, what should I do next?"

As soon as Garrosh remembered what Izzy had taught him, he looked at the necromancer leader with a stiff and sneering face, and spoke:

"Are you angry? Come on, say something to fight back against me? You disgusting undead, you can't do it, can you? You can't do anything about me, right? Phew!"

Garrosh's "spittle" landed precisely on the other half of the necromancer's leader's face, and the guy froze again, and the expression of disbelief on his face made Garrosh look at it and want to laugh, but he really couldn't bear it, and laughed very proudly.

Garrosh's smug laughter echoed in the prison, and the necromancer leader stared at Garrosh, but finally reacted differently from the angry insult just now, his resentful face suddenly calmed down, grinned and showed a hideous sneer, and said:

"I've heard that you barbarians attacked Kurtilas a few months ago, right?"

"Hooked!" Garrosh replied, stopping his mockery and looking inexplicable, "so what?"

"My mistress says you're such a good bunch of dogs!

"Hmph! inexplicably!" Garrosh left the prison in a huff, and as soon as he stepped out of the door, his face instantly returned to calm.

"Mistress and Kurtilas, it seems that Chief Frostwolf owes me a great favor, and I must report this to the Grand Chief at once. ”

Garrosh tasted the thrill of his crushing IQ and walked slowly towards the training grounds, where he was about to use the contact crystal he wore around his neck to report to Izzy, only to find that the crystal suddenly shone with arcane light.

"It's the message of the Great Chief. ”

Garrosh activated the Liaison Crystal and listened to Izzy's instructions.

"Garrosh, in just a few days, I will return to Northrend with the second group of soldiers who have completed their training, and you will start building the camp in advance, and you must be ready, there is a change on the Alliance's side, I am afraid they will march to Northrend soon. ”

"What?Alliance?!" Garrosh heard Izzy's words, and his face was filled with resentment.

"This new continent belongs to our tribe! whoever dares to reach out will unscrew his skull!"

Garrosh thought viciously, only to find that Izzy's second message had been sent right after.

Looking at the glittering contact crystal, Garrosh suddenly had a sense of foreboding in his heart.

"The Great Chief won't let him fight, will he?"

Garrosh activated the contact crystal with some trepidation, and listened to Izzy's message prayingly.

"If they dare to come, send them all to me in the sea to feed the sharks!"

"Uh, what's going on?" Garrosh grinned again, surprised.

"Yes, Great Chief!"