"Huh?" the rickety orc, with a wooden staff, paused, and suddenly turned behind him.

"What's wrong, Gul'dan?" The strong, rugged figure made a thunderous sound.

Turning his head, Gul'dan looked at the black hand who was wiping the wounds on his body with a gloomy face and shook his head: "It's nothing, Great Chief. ”

Looking at the warlock who obviously had something to hide from him, the black hand frowned, but he didn't say anything. The Horde's goal is not to point to Stormwind, but to conquer this new world full of life.

Just like I did in Draenor.

However, the large army led by the Black Hand ran into trouble.

Through the window of the tent, the black hand looked at the mountain range surrounded by scorching lava in the distance, and his mood sank to the bottom for a while.

Blackstone Mountain, after the tribe crossed the Red Ridge Mountains, entered this burning plain at the same time, encountered an ambush by a good local force. A dark-skinned, small, but powerful bizarre race.

Through this period of fighting, the tribe finally learned the information of these native creatures.

Black Iron Dwarves.

Unlike those emaciated humans, the Black Iron Dwarves' attacks are crazy and deadly, and even orcs are hard to parry.

They are less like creatures, more like machines being manipulated.

In fact, it is true, of course, the black hands and the tribes, and even Gul'dan do not know.

Many years ago, the dwarves of three different clans fought here.

Under Emperor Thoresson's insane obsession with power and conquest, the Black Iron Clan swept through the countries of the Brute Hammer and Copperbeard Clans, nearly bringing two kingdoms into their territory.

Luckily, in the midst of the crisis, Copperbeard and the Hammer Dwarves formed an alliance and drove the Black Iron Dwarves back to the Blackstone Mountains at great cost.

Defeat fuels the wrath of Thoreson, and in order to win, he desperately overdraws the magic of the entire kingdom, eventually awakening ancient supernatural beings that have been sleeping underground.

Lord of the Firedemons, Ragnaros.

This ancient and powerful creature was once the overlord of Azeroth's darkest times, and even defeated the Guardian Tyr one-on-one. However, with the help of the Titans, he and his fellow Titan were defeated, as well as the Elder Gods, the culprits who bewitched them.

The Fire Demon King was driven back to the elemental plane called the Fire Source Realm.

Unfortunately, deep in the lava at the foot of Mount Blackstone, there is a connection to the Realm of Fire.

The rebirth of Ragnaros tore apart the Red Ridge Mountains, and the Blackstone Mountains became independent, turning the entire plain into a sea of fire, which has been devoid until now.

Emperor Thorrison the Great eventually died under his own magic, and his people and nation were enslaved forever by the Firelord and his elemental creatures.

In order to defend the territory of the Fire Demon King, the Black Iron Dwarves will never back down, nor dare to retreat......

As for the tribe, after encountering such stubborn resistance in Blackstone Mountain, they had to choose to retreat, and the failure of the battle and the siege of Stormwind City were thwarted, and the anger in the hearts of the Black Hands can be imagined. And the fire magic that Gul'dan and his Shadow Council are good at has little effect on the natives here, so it naturally becomes the best choice for him to vent his anger.

In front of Gul'dan's eyes, the Black Hand executed several of his henchmen.

has been a big chief for so many years, and the black hand does have a problem with pride and arrogance, but he is not a stunned person. The execution of Gul'dan's subordinates was not only to vent, but also to alert his subordinates, and at the same time, he had been paying attention to Gul'dan these days.

This warlock showed no signs of anger, not even the slightest complaint. It's like, don't care about all of this.

Coupled with Guldan's mysterious performance during this time, the black hand became more and more puzzled and suspicious of this warlock.

However, he has not yet been able to express this suspicion directly. In order to stabilize his rule, he allowed the Shadow Council to develop, and used the hand of Gul'dan to get rid of many opponents. Now, the Shadow Council has become a hidden force to be reckoned with in the Horde, and as their ruler, Gul'dan is not a force to move.

Besides, this warlock does have a place where he can help the tribe.

There was a sudden orderly shaking of the ground beneath their feet, and the two men in the tent looked at each other, then got up and walked out.

What caught their eye was a monster much taller and burier than the orcs. As for why he is called a monster, have you ever seen any normal creature with two heads?

Gugar stopped and smiled at the two of them: "Gugal has completed the task. (Blackstone Tower!Blackstone Tower is ours!)"

In the two heads, you and I told me one sentence at a time, the black hand and Gul'dan finally sorted out the situation.

The barrenness of Blackstone Mountain is comparable to that of today's Draenor, and this land is dispensable for the tribe. The biggest reason why the latter wants to occupy this place is only to join forces with the forces of Orgrim and Durontan to form a trap on Stormwind and take the rich Elwyn Forest in one fell swoop.

Therefore, Gugar, who had seen all this through, took the initiative to ask for help, and with the doubts of the entire tribe and even the ogre kind, he went deep into the Black Stone Mountain and reached an agreement with the local natives.

Tribes can get a shelter on the mountainside of Blackstone Mountain, the Blackstone Tower.

Although the Black Hand was disappointed by not being able to gain control of Blackstone Mountain, as a leader, he knew how to buy the loyalty of those below him.

"Well done, Gugal. Glancing at Gul'dan, who was bowing his head beside him, the black hand said meaningfully, "I knew that you have great strength, but I never thought that your diplomatic skills and mind are so good. ”

"You will be rewarded with your due, the Twilight Hammer Clan, and you will be convinced of your rule. ”

"Thank you, Great Chief. (Food!Gugar is going to eat more today!)"

Looking at the calm and crazy head in front of him, the black hand smiled, and immediately ordered the orcs next to him to go down and prepare.

A subordinate who reveals everything is what a leader is most happy to see.

Is that really the case, though?

Gugar glanced at each other's heads, two almost identical smiles fleeting across their faces.

'Hehe, Twilight's hammer, is that your believer?'

In their minds, a voice as unreal as the Hollow Valley Orchid, and with a strange bewitchment, suddenly sounded.

It was obviously not the first time that Gugar had experienced it, and his appearance did not show the slightest abnormality, and he still walked forward with his own eyes: "No, my lord, this is your believer. (The white ghost orcs are going crazy!)'

In response to them, there was a chuckle that seemed to be gratified and disgusted, evil and disdainful, and could not be interpreted rationally at all.

Seeing this two-headed ogre who had once been respectful to himself walk away, Gul'dan's brows involuntarily twisted. This guy, do you really think that the black hand will give him more power and power than me?

Isn't that stupid?

But now is not the time to worry about that.

Garona ......

The wrinkle between Gul'dan's brows deepened, and he lost contact with the sharpest blade in his hand.

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The orc propped up the ground with his hands, panting heavily, and sweat droplets the size of beans kept falling to the floor: "You, what did you do to me?"

Facing the other party's frightened gaze, Medivin nodded with satisfaction: "Now you are Garona." ”

Hearing this, the orc was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly widened the originally cold and godless eyes, in which countless indescribable emotions were surging, extremely complicated.

"Wait, you taught her our language?!" Khadgar's voice almost ripped at the slightest awkward lingua franca.

It was because of his exclamation that Garona came back to her senses, and after a brief hesitation, she pulled out the dagger hanging from her waist and stepped forward.

"You ......"

Reaching out to stop Khadgar, who was about to cast a spell to attack, Medivan looked at the female orc who was slowly approaching her with a kind and kind expression.

As Khadgar tries to warn Medivan that the creature in front of them is a dangerous orc, something unexpected happens.

"Your Excellency's help is highly appreciated. Garona's knees slammed into the floor, and the loud crash made Khadgardu feel a faint pain. However, this was not the end, the orc who had once been regarded as a monster by him actually gently put the dagger in his hand on the ground, and bowed forward with his upper body, his fingers pushing the dagger forward.

Let's not talk about the meaning of this action, the point is, orcs, these savage monsters, actually do this whole set of actions to express complex meanings?

Am I dreaming?

"Khadgar, I said it all, relax. Medivan wasn't surprised in the slightest, everything was under his control, "She has no ill will, at least not towards you." ”

"But, she's an orc......"

"You're wrong. Medivan laughed, "It's an orc." ”

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