Cursed Lands - Tribal Camp.

After a period of operation and construction, with the Dark Gate as the center, the Horde's camp has completely covered this desolate land.

Magnificent fortresses have risen from the ground, and the architectural style of the orcs has always been informal, although the shape is simple and the workmanship is rough, but it also has a rough and wild atmosphere.

The concentration of an army of millions of orcs has made this camp a huge base of people.

Ever since he gained a foothold in the Dark Gate, what Orgrim has been doing is constantly sending out armies to attack this strange world in all directions.

This is a strategic necessity on the one hand, but it is also a matter of no choice.

An army of millions sounds imposing, but only by actually leading such an army can one understand how horrible it is to maintain such a large army and consume the amount of supplies consumed every day.

Fortunately, orcs are not picky eaters and can eat anything, otherwise they really won't be able to feed this group of guys.

Not to mention that the orcs who drank the blood of the demons are all violent maniacs, and they want to find someone to fight all day long, millions of orcs gather together, and the atmosphere is getting more and more tense day by day, especially those new orc adventurers, whose combat effectiveness is absolutely first-class, and the ability to cause trouble is absolutely first-class, looking for someone 'Makgora' every day, and even he, the big chief, has to receive hundreds of challenges every day.

It annoyed him, but Makgora is a tribal tradition, and he can't refuse it, but fortunately, these challengers are outrageous, and they can be overturned with a hammer, otherwise they will be tired and exhausted.

In the past few days, the orc adventurers who have died under his hammer are almost more than a thousand, and I don't know what these orc adventurers are thinking in their heads, and they have no intention of being afraid of death at all......

If we don't send these troops out to fight in a hurry, we will have to be angry.

As the armies were sent out, Ogrim breathed a sigh of relief as the troops in the camp gradually thinned out.

However, the number of adventurers has not decreased, not only not less but more and more, but he has gradually discovered the advantages of these adventurers, as long as he has something to do, he will not bother him all day long.

These orc adventurers are also quite capable, willing to take on any work, hunting and fishing, collecting food, cutting people and fighting, building houses and moving bricks, as long as they are rewarded and flying, they can't be idle anyway, but they also help him solve a lot of problems......

So no matter how much headache he had, he could only endure it.

Hellroar (Warsong Chief): "Great Chief, don't worry, I will definitely kill all the humans in that land and conquer that land for you, the warriors of the Warsong Tribe are invincible." ”

Orgrim (Grand Tribal Chief): "Then do it, Hellroar, and don't let me down." ”

Hell roared without nonsense, turned over his own war wolf, and with a bloody roar, the wolf cavalry army set off in a mighty way.

This army of wolf cavalry gathered one-third of the tribe's cavalry troops, with 12,000 wolf knights of the Warsong clan, 13,000 wolf cavalry of the Blackstone clan, and 5,000 hell boar knights of the newly joined Tyrant Tribe, led by a ruthless young chief named Tyrant.

With such a powerful 30,000 cavalry, it is absolutely no problem to deal with those human farmers in the western wilderness.

Ogrim was confident about that.

He turned around and glanced at a few orc adventurers behind him, I have to say that these orc adventurers are still very useful, although I don't know how they did it, but they undoubtedly brought a lot of information about this world to the tribe, including the distribution of the territory of this 'Storm Kingdom' that the tribe is currently facing.

It was with this information that he developed his current plan for conquest.

Watching Hellroar lead the army of wolf cavalry to disappear into the horizon, Orgrim looked at his friend on the side, the chief of the Frostwolf Tribe, Durotan.

This is the last army he will send off today.

"Are you sure you don't plan to conquer this world with me?"

Durontan's face was solemn and he nodded slightly, "You know that I have not supported this war, bloody killings will not solve the problem, look around you Orgrim, the earth is dying, what happened in Draenor is repeating itself, if all you want to do is to repeat what happened in the past, I can't spend it with you." ”

Ogrim sighed, "Of course I know the dangers of evil powers, but we must solve the problem of survival first. His gaze narrowed to Gul'dan, who was distributing demonic blood to orc adventurers in the distance.

He lowered his voice and said, "When this is over, I will dispose of Gul'dan and his warlocks, and the matter of Draenor will not be repeated, but until then, he is still useful, and the enemies we have to face are very strong, which may not be understood by other orcs, but I think you must understand."

Every power must be harnessed. ”

Durotan shook his head, "I'm afraid that when the day comes when you want to deal with them, you'll find that it's already too late." ”

Orgrim snorted, "Forget it, we've talked about this topic many times, let's not waste our tongues - where are you going to take your tribe?" ”

Durontan: "When I was communicating with the spirits of this world, I felt the call of the elements, and the elements of this world are very powerful, far more powerful than the elements of Draenor, and an elemental lord answered my request, the Lord of Frost, who told me that in the far north, there is a place called the Alterac Mountains, where the mountains are covered with snow all year round, and the environment is very similar to that of the Frost and Fire Mountains, and the human forces there are very weak, and there are ownerless lands everywhere, I am ready to lead my tribe to settle there. ”

Orgrim nodded, "I wish you success old friend, I can't help you much, I can only give you the fate of the northern conqueror, nominally you are going to the north to conquer the human kingdom there, so that the other tribes in the tribe will not be reprimanded for this, you can bring more supplies, this road will be very difficult." ”

Durotan thanked him from the bottom of his heart: "Thank you, old friend, I hope we can see each other again in the future." Durotan said, exchanging fists with Orgrim, leading tens of thousands of warriors of the Frostwolf tribe towards the north.

"Dad, where are we going?" The young Gouyle looked at the tribal camp that was getting farther and farther away, and asked curiously.

Although he is only three years old, he is catalyzed by the power of evil powers, and the orcs themselves are relatively precocious, so they look like they are already the size of a ten-year-old human child.

"To a faraway place, a new home." Durotan said lovingly to his son.

(End of chapter)