"Doll, you also fight for some anger, otherwise your mother will always nag, and everyone will be very annoying."

"Wow!"

"I'm not saying I'm going to let you learn math, that stuff won't work for you at all.

"But you can make some achievements in some aspects according to your hobbies and strengths, and then you can stop your mother's mouth."

"Wow?"

The doll in Juan's arms had fingers in her mouth, as if thinking.

Juan turned his head to look out the window and saw a long motorized tricycle of vehicles marching across the muddy orc meadows.

"Report to the Führer, the intelligence of the Saar parliamentarian."

A dwarf returning from the front of the group on a steam motorbike handed a report to Juan.

Juan opened the report, and Morgan, who was driving a floating truck next to him, glanced at him and asked, "How's the situation?" ”

"Thrall says they're going well, and they've got the support of a lot of orc tribes."

"So, the chance to win is in your hands?"

"It's not that simple, they are all weak tribes who promise to take refuge, and they are not valued by the big tribes, and they are severely deducted when distributing food.

"These tribes won't help us much when they fight, they're just here to eat food."

"We don't lack food, and we brought out a lot of it this time. Any other news? ”

"Sal says his dad is probably dead."

"Chirp"

Morgan slammed the brakes.

Caught off guard, Juan "banged" and hit his head on the front windshield.

Fortunately, he was not injured while wearing a helmet, and the windshield was very hard and not broken.

"Holy! Doll, did you hit it? It's okay, it's okay. Morgan, what nerves do you have? ”

"I'm nervous? Please, don't you suddenly say such a powerful news in a flat tone, okay?! ”

"Then what do you want me to say," Juan cried out as if singing a opera, "Oh buy cakes~, Durotan is probably dead~~!"

"Are you satisfied with me like this?"

"Don't be funny, Juan, tell me what's going on?"

"I haven't seen it yet."

"Look, then!"

Juan continued to read the intel: "Durotan hasn't left the Great Tent for three days in a row after a life-and-death duel with the Minotaur patriarch Garrosh Hellroar.

"Jack's cathar guards have taken control of the tent, and they bring all the food into the tent, and no orcs are allowed to visit it.

"Only Jack can enter the Great Tent and report to Durotan and then issue orders in Durontan's name, which seem to have helped Jack win hearts and minds so far.

"So Thrall suspects that Durotan is dead, and Jack is hiding it just to buy time to control the entire orc clan."

Morgan wondered, "What's the matter with a duel to the death?" ”

Juan looked through the information: "The Minotaur Patriarch Garosh Hell, who has converted to the Cult of Light, is dissatisfied with Durotan's decision, and at the instigation of Jack, proposes a life-and-death duel to Durotan.

"According to the custom of the orc race, Durotan could not refuse.

"On the day of the duel, the Minotaur Garrosh Hell's roar behaved very unusually, his eyes were red, and he seemed a little delirious.

"During the battle, Garrosh Hellroar was completely defenseless and attacked.

"Durotan gave Garrosh Hellroar a fatal blow on several occasions, including hitting him until he spat out his shattered entrails, shattering his horns and half of his head.

But Garrosh Hellroar seemed to lose its senses, and he ignored the fatal blow and plunged his remaining horns into Durotan's chest, striking him hard.

The duel ended with the death of Garosh Hellroar the Minotaur and the victory of Durotan.

Subsequently, Durotan, who was seriously injured and unconscious, was carried back to the Great Tent by Jack, the leader of the Cult of Light and the Great Shaman, and arranged for the cathar guards.

"After that, Jack cut off the connection between inside and outside the Great Tent under the pretext that Durotan had to recuperate."

Morgan sighed: "I think Durontan is more than lucky, even if he didn't die from serious injuries, with Jack's flawed character, he couldn't live again." ”

Juan chimed in, "I think it's likely that Jack orchestrated this, including having the minotaur patriarch challenge Durotan and the minotaur anomaly. ”

Morgan was a little puzzled: "Why did Jack spend so much effort to kill Durontan, his 'ghost' could do it in an instant." ”

Juan said, "I suspect that Jack and Durotan have torn their faces, after all, Jack's Cult of Light and Cathar have a tradition that contradicts the orcs.

"But Jack hasn't fully mastered the orcs yet, he's going to need time, and he's going to need Durotan's prestige."

Morgan nodded in agreement.

So Juan gave the order to the herald outside the window: "Order, speed up!" ”

Three days later, Juan's party formed outside the chaotic orc camp.

The dry air blowing from the desert of the north lifted Juan's spirits, which had been plagued by rain.

He used his brain chip to adjust his sight distance and observe the orc camp.

The camp was littered with burning tents, smoky farming implements, and a large number of orc corpses.

The surviving orcs are still fighting each other.

A group of wolf horsemen came out of the orc camp, led by Thrall.

Before he could get close to Juan, Thrall shouted, "Save the orcs, let them stop!" Don't kill again! ”

It would be unwise to send troops into the camp in such a situation, and it would only exacerbate the chaos.

Juan ordered: "On the periphery of the target camp, the shrimp grenadiers fire!" ”

"Boom Boom"

Grenades exploded one after another, digging one crater after another in the sand-mixed earth.

The orcs in the camp panicked and scurried around.

Juan then ordered the machine gun and assault rifle to fire together, allowing the bullets to pass over the orc camp.

This series of actions finally woke up most of the orcs in the camp.

Under Thrall's shouting, hundreds of chiefs, large and small, with their men, walked out of the camp one after another and surrendered to Juan.

Juan put Yaling in charge, set up a cauldron, and provided food for the orcs while he surrendered.

After a busy day, Thorin reported to Juan: "There are still orcs in the enemy camp who are reluctant to come out, and they are gnawing on the corpses of their kind. ”

Sal scolded angrily on the side, "It's all that damn Jack! He ruined the orcs! He turned orcs into demons! ”

"What's going on?"

"Jack made the Minotaur patriarch Garrosh Hell roar and eat the corpses of his kind!

"He used this method to give Garrosh Hellroar a powerful fighting force that is not afraid of pain or death.

"Garrosh Hellroar has wreaked havoc on Durotan in a duel of the dead! He couldn't have hurt Durotan at all!

"After Jack placed Durotan in the Great Tent, he returned to dispose of Garrosh Hellroar's corpse.

"But the corpse of Garosh Hellroar has been buried by the Minotaur according to tradition.

After that, I don't know why, the minotaurs who participated in the disposal of the corpses suddenly got out of control, they went on a killing spree, and they didn't even let go of their relatives, they became demons!

"And the minotaurs who came into contact with these demons also began to go berserk, and the situation soon deteriorated beyond control."

Juan and Morgan looked at each other, and he said, "Mad cow disease." ”

Morgan nodded: "That's right, mad cow." However, I thought that the disease would only spread among livestock and humans. ”

Juan sighed: "Obviously, mad cow disease can also be transmitted among orcs, and it spreads quickly.

"It's all Jack's fault, he opened the door of the devil for his selfish desires, but he didn't have time to close it."