Far away in the Gulf of Palatine, in the Narrow Sea, the stronghold of the orcs, the camp of Guldan, which had been rarely frequented for several months, suddenly became lively. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The last remaining leaders of the four orcs, Grom Hellroar, Zuhd, Tyrone Bloodfiend, and Gul'dan, are gathering in Gul'dan's tent to discuss the orc's next path.

"Run, then what's there to discuss." Gul'dan looked lazy, leaning back on a stake that had been used as a seat, nonchalantly fiddling with the skull necklace he hung around his neck.

"Run? How does this work? The warriors of our Warsong Clan would rather die in battle than run away in disgrace! Grom retorted loudly.

"Alright then, when the human army attacks, Grom, you go and fight them first, and when you lose, we will run." Gul'dan yawned, as if he hadn't slept well last night.

Zuhd had an extra heart—Grom, the idiot, put him aside for now, but Gul'dan's attitude made Zuhd care a lot—could he have already arranged a way back? Listening to the meaning of his words, it seems that he can run away at any time? Even if the human army is closing in on the orc stronghold?

"Grom, calm down first." Tyrone Bloodfiend spoke, still in the same voice as always, without any emotional fluctuations, "Gul'dan, you said you want to run, where are you going?" How to run? To be clear, I don't think Grom would be bent on dying. ”

Zuhd and Tyrone Bloodfiend were all focused on Gul'dan, they were used to obeying orders, and with Orgrim gone, they didn't have the courage to decide the future of the entire orc army.

"Run over there, as far as I know, humans don't know much about the situation over there." Gul'dan had a strange expression on his face.

"Over there? West? What's on the west side? Zuhd was stunned for a moment, then asked.

"There's a continent to the west. Truly, across that endless sea, in this world, there is also a continent, truly. Gul'dan said with a strange smile.

"Another continent? Are we going to another strange continent? Tyrone Bloodseeker frowned, then asked, "Gul'dan, can we go back to the land where we first came to this world and ...... Use that portal and go back? ”

Gul'dan gave Tyrone Bloodfiend a strange look, and his tone was a little disdainful, "Tyrone, why did you become stupid after becoming a Death Knight?" You warlocks have all been killed by Orgrim and turned into death knights, and Zuhead's shitch deserve to be called warlocks? If we don't have enough mana, what will we take back? ”

"Can't go back?" Tyrone Bloodfiend wasn't upset by Gul'dan's contempt for him, but only asked in surprise.

"Go to the continent first, and then ...... I'll find a way to open another portal. But that will take time, and we can't stay here any longer. Gul'dan explained.

Zu Hed's face was very bad - warlocks are also ranked, and most of the warlocks of the Dragonthroat Clan were half-keyed, and indeed they did not have as many spells as those warlocks of the Shadow Council and Gul'dan's Tyranny Clan before, but Gul'dan said it like this, which also made Zu Hed's self-esteem very hard - after all, Grom as a warrior made it clear that he had contempt for him, and Gul'dan as a warlock was the same, and Zuhd suddenly felt that he was a human ...... It's a failure to be an orc.

"To another continent?" Grom was intrigued by the proposal - as Tyrone Bloodseeker had said, Grom was not an orc bent on death, and if he had a chance to survive, he wouldn't be foolish enough to die.

"But how do we get through that sea? Don't expect my Death Knights to build a path of frost across the sea. "Tyrone Bloodseeker declares it first.

"You don't have to worry about this, I have my own arrangements." Guldan said with a wave of his hand.

"What arrangement?" Zuhd asked—he didn't have a very good impression of Gul'dan, and he always felt that this guy was secretly plotting something, and he was not at ease about leaving everything to Gul'dan to arrange.

"Do you remember how many minerals Orgrim left behind? There was gold, and fine iron ore from the dwarven kingdoms, which were now piled up in the great camp; I've been in contact with the goblins since I got back from South Sea, and I can rent enough boats from them to help us get to that continent. ”

"Goblins?" It dawned on Zuhd that if there was any force on this continent that could help orcs cross the endless sea, it was the goblins who "knew gold but not race".

"So when are we leaving?" Tyrone Bloodfiend felt that Gul'dan's plan was a good one—to the New World, the humans would not catch up—and their fleet was lost to the breath of the Red Dragon; And on that continent, as long as the orcs can stand still and open the portal to the world of Draenor again, the army of orcs left there will be able to come to this world again.

"There's no hurry, I don't think we can just leave." Gul'dan shook his head and said, "I don't know if those humans will catch up with us, but Zuhd should remember what you and your people did in Grembaatar; The red dragon won't let you go, and I think you should confuse the humans. ”

"How confusing?" Zuhd asked.

"We still have a lot of people, people who don't belong to the four of us, people from other clans. Humans don't know exactly how many of us are if they die...... I think those humans would have felt that we had been wiped out. Gul'dan's statement lowered the temperature in the tent a few points.

"Kill the rest of the people?" Zuhld was incredulous, "We are already few in number, and we are going to kill each other?" ”

"It doesn't matter." Gul'dan shrugged his shoulders, "Relying on this little people, sooner or later, the whole army will be wiped out, it is better to sacrifice some of them and confuse those humans." ”

"I'll do it." Gromhor stood up, picked up the "roar of blood" lying at his feet, and was about to walk outside the tent.

"Grom!" Zuhd also stood up and blocked Grom's path; For some reason, he always felt that there was some conspiracy in Gul'dan's proposal; Although he still couldn't figure it out, he felt that once Grom did what Gul'dan said, there would be no turning back.

"Zuherd, do you have any better idea?" Grom asked rhetorically, and he stretched out a hand to push away Zuhd who was in front of him, "If you don't, get out of the way, and don't let me count your Dragonmaw Clan as well." ”