Kalimdor Continent, Durontar Region, Port of Orgrimmar.

Woo~~~Woo~~~

The low and heavy sound of the horn echoed throughout the port docks for a long time.

"Tribe!"

“Lok'tar！”

"Horde!!"

“Lok'tar！”

"Tribal !!"

“Lok-tar Ogar！”

Garrosh wears a thick scarlet Overseer armor and holds the "High Overseer's Pig-Herder", a large, two-handed axe.

At this moment, he stood on the high platform of the oath and walked back and forth, extremely emotional, and let out a loud roar.

A little further back from the platform stood two orc overseers who would assist Garrosh in the Northern Expedition.

General Nazgorin and Sarufar Jr., the young descendants of the new generation of orcs, this is the first time that they have taken charge on their own, breaking away from the command of King Sarufar, and fighting for honor and land for the tribe on their own.

Little Sarufar naturally didn't need to say much, he was the only son of the highest overseer of the tribe, King Sarufar, although he was young, but all the advantages of his father were vividly revealed in him, and there was a sense that the blue was better than the blue.

King Sarufar was very satisfied with his son, and was extremely strict with him on weekdays, training him to be a qualified tribal warrior.

However, there is one thing that makes King Sarufar very helpless, little Sarufar, like many new orcs born after the war, has no feelings for the former homeland of the world of Draenor, believing that it belongs to the old thinking of the ancestors and elders, and the world of Azeroth is the most important hometown.

They love this wild land, and they ride wolves through the barren land and the Thousand Needles Stone Forest, where every plant and tree is very familiar to them.

As for the Nagrand Prairie and the Frost Fire Ridge... Well, we haven't been, we're not interested, it's just your old memories.

General Nazgorin, on the other hand, was a more traditional tribal soldier, with the incomparable fortitude and boldness of an orc, and his willingness to die for the sake of glory and the tribe, he relied on his countless exploits and scars all over his body, step by step from ordinary wolf cavalry to his current position.

He has participated in all the battles and local conflicts since the formation of the New Tribe, from the invasion of the wrong timeline to the battle of the Void in the Outlands, General Nazgorin's performance is extremely dazzling, and he is completely powerful.

King Sarufar also highly valued and optimistic about him, and raised him as the successor of the next generation, and the tribe needed such a Grand Overseer.

Of course, while these two are now only nominal Overseers, assisting Garrosh in their two lieutenant positions, in reality, they have joint veto power and special powers to temporarily take over command of the troops.

This is also a special order given by the Grand Chief of Saar, in order to prevent the young and vigorous Garrosh from doing any irrational or radical behavior.

Garrosh is a glorious orc warrior that no one can deny, and his affection for his tribe is as deep as the Endless Sea.

This young man is good everywhere, but only one thing, the big tribe, the big orc supremacist thinking is too serious, it is simply a copy of Queen Aishara, look at the extremely annoying arrogant attitude of the central nation of the court elves, you will have a personal experience.

You must know that the tribe is not only the home of the orcs, but also the home of the minotaurs, trolls and ogres, you Garrosh engages in this kind of big orc supremacy mentality every day, what do you make the brothers of the other joining races think?

So Grand Chief Sal and King Sarufar have been trying to reverse Garrosh's thinking, but so far, it doesn't seem to have had much effect.

Although Garrosh was extremely disdainful of this, he was a qualified orc warrior, he respected the strong, and he fought against Sarufar Jr. and General Nazgorin many times, and the strength of the two made Garrosh also very admired, and the three became good friends.

Garrosh was not stupid, he also knew that these two were indeed more rational and patient than him in many cases, so Garrosh decisively agreed to the special order of the Grand Chief of Sal.

So, Garrosh is actually self-aware, his brain is not brain-dead, all he lacks is reason, and some excess racism.

"Today, the glorious army of the Horde will sail through the seas to the continent of Northrend! The Lich King and his army of rotten rotten bones will tremble under the iron hooves of the Horde and perish! No one can stop the wrath of the Horde!"

“Lok-tar Ogar！”

The tribal soldiers below suddenly let out a frenzied roar in unison.

"Let those Alliance dogs follow slowly and eat ashes, the Horde's Tomahawk will complete all its tasks, and the Lich King will surely die!"

Garrosh made a chest-beating salute towards the army below.

"Horde, board, set sail!"

A dozen rugged transport ships with orc characteristics and ironclad battleships slowly sailed away from the harbor, billowing black smoke from the towering chimney at the tail, which was simply the vanguard of polluting the environment, and the front half of each battleship was wrapped in ironclad, and a long, sharp steel ramming angle protruded from the bow.

The goblin profiteers of the Rusty Water Chaebol have said, you orcs, can't you buy some good quality coal to burn, we have the goods! Just step on the horse to know how to save money! Life must have a sense of ritual, you don't understand it, you don't have a sense of ceremony, you have a sense of darkness!

Look at the smoke billowing out, and those who don't know think that the sea is on fire.

In the sky, the Horde's fleet of steel airships also ignited, emitting a loud roar, and followed the sea fleet forward.

This is a war airship developed by the goblins of the Rusty Water Chaebol in order to compete with the gnomes of the Alliance.

Unlike the Alliance's all-in-one airships, the Horde's airships have a split structure.

Diagonally above the broad hull, there are two large oval-shaped engine modules, some of which resemble oval-shaped hydrogen airships, with a thick propeller at the tail that rotates rapidly, and white steam is spewed out from the nozzle in the center of the propeller from time to time.

The central ironclad hull is equipped with countless cannons and machine guns, and at the bow of the ship is a large-caliber main gun, the black hole of the cannon muzzle sticking out of the mouth of a delicate wolf-headed statue, reflecting the light.

Scarlet tribal flags flutter in the sea breeze and hunt on the bows of the sea flagships and air flagships.

They are the Warsong Expeditionary Force, which, like the Alliance's Urion Expeditionary Force, belongs to the special battle sequence of this Northern Expedition.

They also planned to head to the Borean tundra, but the landing site was a long way from the Alliance's planned location, and the two sides did not interfere with each other.

Garrosh stood at the bow of the flagship, looking at the endless sea, and clenched the tomahawk in his hand.

Bidding farewell to his beloved grandmother Gaiaan and leading the horde army into battle for the first time made him feel very excited.

For the sake of the tribe, he is willing to give everything.

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