Because of the threat of landing by the Kurtilas Navy, the Orcs of Durotal, who have received news and intelligence these days, have long been in a state of readiness.

As a result, Orgrimmar, who had already established the general framework for future generations, had to temporarily suspend and postpone the construction of the project, while mobilizing forces to strengthen the defense and be ready for battle.

The Orc capital of Orgrimmar, a large construction site under construction, is now filled with common fortresses, houses, and walls...... As far as the eye can see, it looks like a large piece of unfinished real estate that has entered a state of suspension, and it has been abandoned there for a while.

The orc civilians, who once again felt the atmosphere of war, began to hoard food, sharpen their blades, and reduce their activities outside under the reminders and orders of the orc bosses. In the empty streets, apart from the constantly moving guards and soldiers, it is rare to see civilians who used to live in peace and quiet.

This makes the atmosphere of the whole city become slightly tense and dignified, even with a touch of depression.

And this qiē shows from the side that the orc leaders attach importance to this "war".

Although according to Lao Tang's own "prediction", the scale and threat of this erroneous war are not worth mentioning, and it can even be completely controlled within the scope of a small-scale conflict and battle. But after all, it was just an idea that Old Tang himself came up with based on the memories of his previous life in his mind, and it didn't mean that everyone would agree with this point of view.

Just as Old Don can not take Admiral Dalin and his Kurtilas Navy in his eyes, it does not mean that Thrall will also be so "arrogant".

What is the strength of the human race, the tribe side, or the orcs who have fought with them many times, have the most say......

Thousands of warships are enough to carry more than 200,000 naval officers.

That's still less to say.

If it is fully loaded, 300,000 is not impossible.

Even though the Kultiras Navy was known for its naval prowess, it was slightly inferior to the other Confederate nations in land warfare. But after all, it was more than 200,000, close to 300,000 well-equipped and tenacious professional soldiers. There are not rabbles like centaurs and boar men, and there are no militias and reserves that can be counted in the middle of the hour......

Such a powerful force, except for Lao Tang, a "pseudo-prophet" who knew the dramatic end of this wrong war. Who can ignore it without heart or lungs?

Don't forget, the elite soldiers of the Holy War Orcs in Mount Hyjal are only 150,000 in total strength.

Even if the individual combat effectiveness of the orcs is better than that of humans, the human army, which is famous for its battle arrays, is also not vegetarian. If an all-out war breaks out, the orcs will only win a crushing victory.

If we look at the advantages of population alone, the strength of human beings can be seen at a glance. Even the orcs who are the pillars of the tribe must bow down. And such a suppressed situation. I'm afraid that it will be necessary to wait until the Forsaken join in the future to get a certain amount of reversal......

Therefore, a few days ago, Thrall and a group of orc bosses discussed with Old Tang a plan to disintegrate the Kurtilas Navy from the inside, otherwise, with the stubborn temper of the orcs, it is estimated that there will be no actions of Old Tang and Lexa and his party in the past few days.

On the one hand, contact allies, strengthen the garrison and be ready to fight a tough battle at any time; While trying to capture the thief and capture the king first. Coerce hawkish bigwig Daylin Prodmore to remove the threat of war from the roots...... This is how the tribe is prepared today.

……

Although it is close to the endless sea and can be adjusted by the temperature difference of the ocean, the winter of Orgrimmar is still not as warm as spring and comfortable as the treasure land of Mogaolei.

The cold sea breeze hung on people's faces, and it was as cold as a knife.

The throne of the chieftain of the Thrall was housed in a room surrounded by stone walls, which the orcs called the Chief's Hall.

It was cold in the chieftain's hall, but Thrall liked it - orcs were not hardy creatures, except for the Frostwolf Clan, who had been forced to take refuge in the Oakland Valley. None of them would feel comfortable in a cold environment.

When the house was first built, he told the workers to make the stone walls thicker, and not to install windows, and to use lanterns instead of torches for lighting, because the latter released too much heat. As a result, even indoors, the temperature in the Chieftain's Hall is not much warmer than when the wind is howling outside......

But this is what Sal wants, and he wants to be able to strengthen his will through these little grinds in life. Always remind yourself to be the chief of the tribe. What a responsibility he has on his shoulders.

From thrift to luxury. It is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.

A true leader must lead his people and allies. But to open up a better living environment. That's what he's supposed to do as the big chief of the tribe. Instead of being hedonistic like the human aristocracy he had ever seen, he was eventually corrupted by a life of glitz and luxury.

Thrall has been in mind this since he took over the hammer and the status of the Grand Chief in the hands of his father and brother, Orgrim*.

Sal has gone through many hardships to get to where he is today, which makes him cherish what he has now. That's why he always tries to take the opportunity to do things that keep him calm and motivated, even if it's just a small thing.

But fortunately, this kind of cold is not unbearable. Although he didn't want his subordinates and people to be tempered by the comfortable life and bravery, he also didn't want them to suffer too much, after all, not counting those subordinates and people who often came to report and ask for meetings, there was also a Kukaron Hundred Guard stationed in the chieftain's hall all year round.

……

At this moment, in the chieftain hall of the Valley of Honor, sitting on the chair with one hand on his chin, he stared at the orc general in front of him with a slight frown. Today he wants to meet his right-hand man Berks * Fireblade * Fireblade. And beside Thrall, except for the old and strong Itreig, all the other orcs were gone.

The horn of war has sounded, and the smell of battle has permeated the chest of every orc.

Several hero-level masters and bigwigs in the orc clan have received their own tasks and went to various places to reorganize their armies. As the stalls get bigger and bigger, it's becoming more and more rare to see people coming together as before.

The orc god of war, Grom*Hellroar, has been semi-retired to the Spirit Valley for the past few months, recuperating from the after-effects of demonic blood. Even the news of the attack on the Kurtilas navy, Sal and other high-level officials tacitly did not mention it to him, but deliberately blocked the information. lest it disturb his state of mind that has just improved.

Brooks Higa Sarufar leads the team in Azara.

As the main resource gathering area of the orcs today, that rich and beautiful land must not be lost. Coupled with the various and complex forces of Aisara, and the several masters who live here with unknown friends and foes. There is no strong hero-level master in the orc camp in Aishara, and no one in the orc hierarchy will be reassured.

His younger brother, Warok Sarufar, the orc Overseer with great prestige and commanding talent, went to the newly built Razor Ridge to take up his own seat.

As a strategic point in the entire Durotar region, the newly built Razor Ridge is undoubtedly a vital link in the defensive circle planned by the orcs in this land, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a key node of the entire defense line.

Razor Ridge not only has to defend Orgrim from the harassment of wild boars and harpies on weekdays, but also shoulders the heavy responsibility of the strategic front line under the premise of the attack of the Kurtilas navy.

Therefore, send a powerful and highly decorated veteran like King Sarufar to defend the town. It is also the meaning of the title.

Now, with the exception of the elderly Itreig who stays by Thrall's side to assist him in political affairs, it is rare to see a group of heroes from the past in Orgrimmar City.

……

"Judging from the information sent back by our scouts and the news sent by the Darkspear Trolls, in the last three days, a large number of small groups of human troops have been raiding the camps, sentry posts, and even villages and towns we have set up in various places."

In front of the steps of the Chieftain's throne, Berks* Fireblade straightened up and reported the latest battle to Sal, who was sitting in front of him, with a look of anger and hatred:

"Although the Diaspora has recently been temporarily relocated to Trials Valley, Razor Ridge, and Orgrimmar. As a result, there were no civilian casualties. But so far seven coastal outposts have been uprooted by that shameless group of humans, and we have lost hundreds of warriors. ”

Speaking of anger, Berks's voice suddenly increased, and he directly asked for battle:

"Chief, we should immediately unleash an army against that cunning group of Alliance dogs (well, that's just what this orc thinks. I've never scolded like that. Seek a decisive battle and chop them all into minced meat and feed them to the wolves!"

"Now is not the time, Berks." After a long time, he hid the pain and anger of hearing about the casualties of his people and warriors. Salmo leaned back in his chair and replied word for word, holding the hammer of destruction on the ground;

"We still have a chance to end this war. Peace is hard to come by, and now is a precious time for us orcs to recuperate! I don't want my reckless decision to bring my compatriots who have just emerged from a terrible war into another bloody battle! That would be a disaster for us!"

"I will seek justice for the heroes who sacrificed their lives, but not now!"

Thrall's deep, calm gaze flashed with a slick of clarity. Unmistakably whispered:

"Understood. Burks? Not now!"

"Peace? How can there be peace between us and humanity? You should not be so cowardly, Great Chief!" Burks* Fireblade stepped forward. With a look of indignation and annoyance, he said: "Not afraid of any challenge, this is our orc tradition!" Any enemy that threatens us will be crushed by the Horde! This is the momentum that our tribe should have!"

"Burks Fireblade, calm down!" Seeing that the smell of gunpowder in this conversation was getting louder and louder, Itreg on the side couldn't help but interject, his throat was low and hoarse, and his green skin was a little pale and wrinkled with age. But the experienced Itreig, what he said, no one can ignore:

"It's true that we are not afraid of war, but that does not mean that we like it. Every orc warrior is a precious treasure of the tribe, and they should not be meaninglessly sacrificed in a wrong war! Indulging in the slaughter and destruction, that's what only the old tribes would do if they were corrupted by demons!"

"Kurtilas is just a kingdom of humanity, and we still have many real enemies!"

"Then let those human mongrels run rampant?" Itrig's words brought Berks* Fireblade back to his senses, but he still spoke dissatisfiedly, "Humans are such a despicable and shameless bunch of cowards!"

"The humans of Theramore don't belong to that category," said Thrall, leaning forward, with a stern and solemn expression, "They used to fight the demons side by side with us in Mount Hyjal, so I don't want to hear anyone speak ill of them to my face!"

"But the human cubs who are attacking us now are of the same origin as the humans of Theramore! What a damn admiral. And Gianna's father to that woman!"

Burks* Fireblade stomped his foot hard. Thrall couldn't help laughing at him, it always reminded him of a human child's tantrums. Although to orcs, this is just a normal gesture used to express anger.

"This is our territory! Thrall! Our! Humans have no right to ask! Don't even think of continuing to bully us in this land! Let them roll over to the other side of the Endless Sea, where they should be. Then we can live as we used to - as if the devil never appeared. ”

"The Kurtiras Navy is the Kurtiras Navy, and Theramore is Thalamo!"

His subordinates' words made Thrall shake his head, believing that such ideas should have been extinguished after the holy war on Mount Hyjal. After adjusting his feelings, the great chief of the tribe explained earnestly:

"The territory of the humans in Theramore is only swampland, and it is very small. Except for the dust swamps. They gave us everything else, Gianna and his people—"

"Gianna?" Burks Fireblade disagreed.

Sal stood up with a displeased face, and scolded in a cold voice, "Watch your tone, Berks! It's Lord Rodmoor, Gianna, who I admire, and you, who make me look down on me more and more! This time around. I'm convinced that Gianna is on our side!"

"I'm sorry, Chief...... But you should understand that after all, you were brought up by those pink skins, and have always been close to some humans......"

Berks* Fireblade was a little timid, but he still spoke hard, and the last meaningful sentence clearly pointed to Taresa, the "royal sister" who lived a reclusive life in Thrall's mansion:

Sometimes, it may be ...... It will make you lose sight of the truth. But for us, things are clear. ”

"I didn't lose sight of the truth, Burks. Don't forget. It was I who made the orcs realize that they could no longer obey the devil, it was I who freed the orcs from human slavery, and it was I who taught you how to live. ”

There was no doubt that Berks* Fireblade's words made Sal feel offended, and the reprimand was clearly angry: "So don't say me anymore—"

Before Thrall could express his anger clearly, their conversation was interrupted by a sudden blue halo in the hall...... That's a sign of a magic portal!

The sudden change made everyone in the chieftain's hall slightly stunned. In the next second, the Kukaron elites on standby in the hall came back to their senses, and they had already pulled out their weapons and quickly surrounded the portal!

And when he had clearly seen the slender human female figure who stepped out of the portal first, the orc sword master of Burks * Fireblade was already holding the sword master long knife in his hand. His face was full of hideous complexions. Started the Wind Walk!

"Stop!"

Sal, who also recognized who was coming, was almost stunned when he saw this scene. A loud cry of rage. In an instant, he lifted the ruining war hammer at his feet, and almost threw it uncontrollably, stopping his "reckless" subordinate.

It's a pity that the Fireblade Sword Saint, who opened the Wind Step and entered the stealth state, after recognizing the identity of the female mage, the enemy was very red when he saw it. Ignoring the Great Chief Sal's shouting, he jumped away without saying a word......

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Old Tang, who had just emerged from the portal, felt his head dizzy......

This is not because Old Tang is not used to the dizziness caused by teleportation magic, after all, Old Tang has not experienced spatial teleportation with Kaizi once or twice some time ago.

But when Old Tang recognized where the space door led, he still showed a rare look of disbelief.

Where is this?

This is Orgrimmar's Hall of the Chiefs!

This is the mansion of the Great Chief of Thrall, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the most heavily guarded place for the Orcs!

Gianna, the woman, actually opened the portal here?

Sal really dared to hand over the spatial coordinates of such a critical location to Gianna, a human woman?

The joke is too big, right?

Gianna is also a heroic master, and the leader of a human force...... Sal, you trust "Kefna" so much, won't he turn around and sell you? If other hostile forces know the spatial coordinates here, and send a few masters to play some decapitation tactics, how will you deal with it?

Just rely on the hundred and ten Kukaron guards?

Nima, it doesn't take much, I can clean it up by myself with enough time!

If you come to a "sightseeing tour" composed of members such as Varian, World De, Magni Copperbeard, and Veron. Sal, are you still mixed up?

"Spoiling lovers" is not such a superficial approach, right?

From this moment on, when this scene with a vague impression in his mind really happened in front of Old Tang, Old Tang completely believed the rumors, scandals, and ambiguous relationship between Sal and Gianna!

As the only alliance mage who can teleport Orgrimmar, he also opened the door in such an ambiguous and critical position......

Nima, who dares to say that there is no ambiguous relationship between these two?

Who would dare?

Whoever dares to say that again, Old Tang will dare to knock out whoever is full of teeth!

Sal, you're amazing!

Jaina. You're even better!

I can't understand your train of thought, can't I Tang lose someone?

……

When Old Tang's mind was full of chaotic "admiration" and complaints for a while, the keen sense of spirit and sense of crisis honed on the battlefield suddenly alarmed!

Old Tang, who was still full of dirty thoughts before, suddenly looked solemn, and was keenly aware of a strong killing machine!

The target of the killer machine...... Seems to be Gianna?

Not to mention the relationship between Kefna and Sal, how can I say that this woman was "snatched" from Theramore with a lot of effort and performance cells...... How could Old Don tolerate others playing an assassination in front of him?

How can we say that we were also one of the best MT in the whole server back then, can't we even protect a "teammate"?

I really want this man to get things done. Speaking of which, where is the face of the Minotaur Overseer?

didn't have time to think about it, Lao Tang almost took a step, and then dodged to "help" in front of the female mage who was locked by the sudden killing machine and was a little overwhelmed. A hand pulled Gianna, who was trying to hold up the magic shield, to the side, and Old Tang, who had no time to take out the double hammer, stepped on it violently, and performed war trampling.

At the same time, Old Tang's right hand dragged across his chest, aiming the bone spur on his arm at the point with the most murderous intent in his perception, and stabbed it violently.......

"Boom!"

"Khooth!"

In the scattered masonry stirred up by the trampling of war, a strange orc in a state of vertigo appeared in front of Old Tang. And a unique and rare decapitation knife was slashing at the bone spurs stabbed by Old Tang, and was directly parried by Old Tang!

It's also the bad luck of the Fire Blade Blade Blade Master.

The good jump slash made a distance error because of Old Tang's sudden agitation. had to force the ground and try to choose the entry point again, otherwise he would never be trampled on by the war trampled by the old Tang...... Then he crashed into the muzzle of the old Tang who played a "rescue", and was directly blocked all the attack paths, and all his previous efforts were wasted......

Frowning and carefully looking at the neatly armored orc general with a strange face in front of him, Old Tang did not match any of the faces in his head.

After a slight hesitation, Old Tang directly kicked out unceremoniously, right on the stomach of the Fire Blade Sword Saint, and kicked the orc "sneak attacker" who was trampled by the war into a state of vertigo. I couldn't get up for a long time.

"The Sword Master of the Fireblade Clan?"

Curiously muttered. Playing with the "seized" decapitation knife in his hand, Old Tang rubbed it with great interest for a moment. Only then did he stare at Sal, who breathed a sigh of relief in front of the throne, and teased in a playful and teasing tone:

"Sal, what are you playing?"

"Hehe, I don't see it, to Lady Gianna...... You're going to do it too?"

At this moment, Old Tang's face was obscene, and his unscrupulous expression seemed to be saying to Sal: Don't explain, it's all men...... I know!

And at this moment, Sal, seeing Old Tang's expression, was really like throwing the ruining war hammer directly on Old Tang's "under-flat" face.......T