"An outstanding trial", Kilgardan agreed, smiling at the man in front of him. Gul'dan bowed, his eyes lit up with Kil'Gardan's approval. Naozu sat cross-legged, his eyes fixed on the ground, but he listened.

"I don't understand. I am amazed that Durotan was able to carry out our orders", said Guldan. "I thought he would refuse, or at least restrain his orcs to what they could and couldn't do. But that city is occupied and destroyed, my lord. All the Delaney who lived there were gone—mostly dead. ”

"'Mostly' isn't enough, Gul'dan, you know. ”

Gul'dan shuddered slightly when he heard the accusation. It wasn't the first time he was curious about the connection between Kil'Gardan and the Draenei, and why the great lord despised them so much. "This is the first time we have tried to officially engage them, and not just attack the hunting squad, great my lord. The warlock replied, slightly shocked at his boldness. Kilgardan tilted his horned ()3 red head, thoughtful, then nodded.

"Yes. There is still a chance. ”

It's been a few days since the fall of Tymore. Gul'dan was pleased with Durontan's cousin and wanted to give the city to the Frostwolf Clan as a reward, but Durontan refused. The orcs of the frostwolves, he said, will continue to live in the land of their ancestors.

The Blackstone Clan, on the other hand, are less ignorant. Blackhan and his family are now sleeping in the same place where the city's Magisters once slept. At first, the orcs didn't know what to do with the draenei's décor, but now they began to incorporate the lifestyle of these victims into their lives. They sit in chairs and eat at the table. Analysis and utilization of Delaney's weapons. Changed the armor to fit the orc's body shape. Some women and a small number of men of the Blackstone Clan wore draenei garments. Pair it with traditional orc accessories, robes and trousers.

Gul'dan knew that many people wondered why he or Naozu didn't take the city for themselves. It was tempting, but Gul'dan accepted his master's offer. Food and clothing are good, but strength is more important, and the less things Gul'dan has in his public possession, the more he has secretly obtained. As long as Gul'dan completes his master's business, Kil'Gardan will not let him down. A few things were brought to the place he called home—a huge, round one. A wooden table inlaid with glittering shells and precious stones, and a few beautiful chairs.

Gul'dan stood at the large table, rubbing against the smooth surface of the table, and smiled to himself. All that's left to do is gather those whom Gul'dan has reason to believe will respond. He immediately thought of a few names, and some that stretched his mind a little further. He now has a list, long enough to encompass everything, and long enough... Manipulate.

Soon, sooner than he thought, the Shadow Council was formed. At the same time, to the outside world. Gul'dan went on to advocate that the orcs were a unified race, teaching them strength. There is also the elimination of the "enemy" - Delaney. Some orcs who are almost as depraved and power-hungry as he is will manipulate these behind the scenes.

This has nothing to do with orcs as a race.

This has never had anything to do with the orc race.

It's only about power – to get it, to harness it, and to preserve it. Naozu never understood this. He loved power, but was not willing to feed it what it craved—the finish Kil'Gardan demanded.

Deception, lies, manipulation - even Blackhan, who thought he was involved in Gul'dan's ultimate conspiracy, did not grasp the magnitude of Gul'dan's ambitions. It is as strong as Kil'Gardan's desire to destroy Miè Delaney, like the sky, like the sea, vast and deep, like hunger and thirst, like the sharpness of a knife. ...

Gul'dan looked at Neozu with contempt, and the old orc sat in the corner. Gul'dan's gaze shifted to Kil'Gardan's burning eyes again, and the Great Lord nodded.

"Gather them. Kilgardan said. He smiled, revealing sharp white teeth. "They will come when you call. They will follow what you say. I'll make sure of those. ”

Alliance.

They need allies.

Gul'dan wondered why Kil'Gardan hadn't foreseen this. Orcs are indeed powerful, especially when properly controlled and guided. The long war - now more than a year - has only made them stronger. The brightest minds of them are already doing their best to understand Delaney's technology. Construction began with a central fortress, which Gul'dan called a fortress, where a force could be conveniently housed, trained, and equipped. The orcs had never tried to do anything like this before, and Gul'dan was proud to have come up with this building. There were warriors, there were shamans, of course, now warlocks, healers, and artisans. The first three roles are clear, and there is no shortage of opportunities to fulfill their duties. Artisans contribute on another level, crafting armor and weapons, as well as building buildings to support the orc warriors who slaughtered the draenei, the warriors of glory.

Some people call these workers low-level orcs, and Gul'dan thinks so privately. But he was wise enough to know that their work, while not very attractive and unlikely to gain recognition, was as necessary as the ** of warrior killing, or the mastery of curses by warlocks. Those who provide food, shelter, weapons - warriors and warlocks cannot go far without them. So Gul'dan made a show to praise the craftsmen, and the pleasant result was that they worked harder and kept improving.

Even if every member of each clan tried as hard as he could—and Gul'dan planted spies in each clan to ensure this—it wasn't enough. The capture of Tamor was astonishing and greatly boosted morale. But Gul'dan knew that the victory of the tribe was largely due to luck. No one in that sanctuary city had expected to be discovered, and the city was occupied in a matter of hours. They thought they were completely safe under the protection of the emerald magic, which Gul'dan called "the shadow of the leaves", first from ogres and then from orcs.

There will be no more victories of this kind of lightness, how can there be any more-

"Ogre", he exclaimed. Pondered. His fingers with sharp nails tapped against his protruding chin. "Ogre..."

"Absolutely not!" Blackham shouted. He took two steps closer to Gul'dan. The burly figure stood in front of the shorter orc. Gul'dan mustered every ounce of courage to avoid the abominable face that was so close.

"Come on. Blackhand," Gul'dan soothed, "calm down and listen to me." At the end of the day, you'll be the one that benefits the most. ”

These words touched him. Blackham roared, then took two steps back. Gul'dan did his best not to make the feeling of relief from the threat so obvious.

"They're so disgusting," Blackham grumbled, "they've been enemies of the orcs for so long. Older than the Draenei, and more justified than the Draenei to be considered an enemy. How can I benefit from this?" Finally to the point, Gul'dan thought satisfied. His judgment of Blackham was accurate.

"There are still people who privately think that your election was unjust. "If you get it done, your name will be even more glorious." ”

Blackhan's eyes narrowed. "Perhaps," he admitted, "but will the orcs agree?"

Gul'dan laughed, "They will agree, as long as we want them to agree," he replied. ...

Blackham raised his head and laughed and roared.

When Orgrim saw his leader, he managed to pull his mount. Blackham made it clear what he was going to do, and Orgrim immediately objected. He has been involved in a limited number of hunting parties in recent years to rid the ogre of the menace. Unlike most other orcs. His hatred of ogres was more personal, and he never stopped resenting the fact that he had escaped from such a large, lumpy, dull creature. And now Blackham is proposing this.

But Orgrim knew. Regardless of what his leader did in other ways - and in many other ways Ogram did not like it - he was a good strategist. As long as it's not emotionally minded, this plan is actually good. So he agreed to support it.

Getting news is tricky. The Blackstone Orcs captured three ogres and spent many nights trying to make them known, before the stupid fat guys figured it out and began to work together. Now every warrior, warlock, and heal of the entire clan is geared up and ready to fight.

The ogre told the orcs where their leader was, and led them to a cave at the foot of the Blade's Edge Mountains. They didn't try to hide themselves, the perimeter was littered with garbage, and there were a lot of huge ogre footprints, coming in and out. Even under Orgrim's visitation, a team of ogres clumbly walked out into the sunlight outside the cave. There is no doubt that they think they are safe, just as the Delaney of Tymore thought before. Indeed, a year ago, they were right. But a lot has changed in the intervening years, and the orcs are no longer a loose clan, but a united armed force, willing to put aside old animosities for a new hatred.

Blackhan walked ahead, flanked by the three ogres. Behind him were his sons, Red and Maim, who were talking in low voices, bursting into shrill laughter from time to time. Orgrim had objected to letting the two children fight, but the children proved to be surprisingly strong. They did not have the cunning of their father, but it was clear that they inherited their father's bloodlust. Griselda, who was also involved in combat training, was not as qualified as the other two children. They are all worthy of their family name. Their father glared at them angrily, and they immediately fell silent.

Orgrim wondered if Blackham would speak. He hoped not. Blackhan is good at action, not words, and his clan is always ready to follow him. Orgrim was relieved, and Blackhan just glanced at the warrior's ocean, nodded, and gave the order to attack.

They launched the first wave of charges, roaring wildly, rushing out of the hills where they had laid ambush. At first, the ogres were confused when they saw three of their own people with the orcs, and they stood and were slaughtered. Then, as their blunt heads slowly understood, they were under attack, and they rallied. They didn't attack the three ogres, who clumbly ran through the ogre's line into the cave to talk to the leader of the guard.

Orgrim decided to enjoy the last allowed slaughter of ogres, and he excitedly wielded the hammer of destruction. His wolf rider took him around the thick feet of the ogre trunks, and the ogres were angry but could only wave their mallets indiscriminately. He remembered how huge ogres looked when he was a child. They're still that big, but he's grown up too. He skillfully wields the legendary weapon. Smash an ogre's shin. The ogre cried out in pain. Orgrim's wolf rider gorgeously dodged the fall of the huge thing, the ogre smashed to the ground and the ground trembled slightly, he tried to get up again, and propped his body up with his thick hands, but the other blackstone orcs rushed over him, and before Orgrim could react, the ogre was dead, bleeding from more than two dozen wounds on his body. ...

Orgrim turned just in time to see an orc warrior flying by, crushed to death by a huge ogre's bat. Orgrim roared loudly. Gathering strength to challenge this murderous creature, he shouted "Stop, stop!" Interrupted him.

This was another testament to Blackhan's personal leadership, and even though most of the Blackstone orcs were slaughtering their long-standing enemies at this time, they immediately stopped. And the ogre didn't, at least not right away. Orgrim rode the wolf rider and the party away from the battlefield until the sluggish ogre heads figured out what was happening. A thought stung him, and it was for everyone's good, Ogrim. He sued himself.

He glanced at the ogre, and the blackstone orcs were talking to each other. Sometimes shouting, occasionally patting each other. The ogres were at least distracted by the sudden turn of the orcs, who did not come to pursue the retreating orcs, as if listening to them. The larger of the ogres, dressed like an official, looks like a bit of a brain. Orgrim couldn't figure out the disgusting stuff, and he took advantage of the gap to catch his breath and take a sip of water.

"I can't wait to kill them again," Red said. Orgrim glanced at the chief's eldest son.

"If we succeed, they're on our side," Ogrim replied. "You won't be allowed to kill them. ”

Maim argued, "Hey, yes, then we'll kill in secret." ”

Ogrim's expression was ugly. He himself wanted to do that, but..."In order for your father's plan to succeed, several people have died. He won't let you ruin his efforts. ”

Red scoffed, "Who's going to sue him?"

"I will. If it works, and they listen to us - then if any of them die, I'll mention your names first. ”

Red snarled. Now, he's too young to look like a child. But Ogrim seemed to be touched by a sense of foreboding inside. He never liked Blackham, and likewise he didn't like his children, except for little Griselda, who was slightly better. He didn't know if it was because of their upbringing, or if it was because of their accelerated growth, but there was a darkness in them that Orgrim couldn't trust. Someday, if they survive and start using their minds instead of just their powerful muscles, Red and Maim will become even more dangerous and deadly than their fathers.

"I said he wouldn't listen, Red. Maim said angrily. "The old guy forgot the feeling of bloodthirsty ** flowing all over his body. Let's go. ”

Red gave Ogrim a final laugh before following his brother. Orgrim sighed. He now has more important issues to consider than two conceited little children. He turned his attention back to the negotiation, though he doubted that the ogres would understand them. The attack appears to have stopped. Blackhan, who has now fled the battlefield, as he told his clan to do. Now he rode the wolf rider straight back to where the ogres had assembled, and Orgrim was right next to the chieftain, and heard the captain of the guard say, "We don't like Goron, Goron hurts us." He motioned for the other ogre to turn around and show Orgrim and Blackhan his back. Orgrim saw the ogre with staggered scars on its back. He didn't feel any pity for the creature, they had done more to the orcs than they had done for decades. But this information is still useful. The captured ogres had said the same, and now they nodded as if they were very, very smart.

"If we form an alliance, what can you give us?" The captain of the guard proposed.

Blackham grinned. "First of all, we will not attack you again. Ogrim remembered Blackhan's own son, but said nothing. "We can take care of your food and provide the right weapons. Orgrim breathed a sigh of relief, Blackhan didn't guarantee armor, and the armor to protect an ogre was enough to arm three orcs. And, luckily, the captain of the guard, apparently the smartest of the ogres, wasn't smart enough to think about armor. ...

"You'll have food, shelter, and have fun smashing the Draenei into little pieces on the grass. ”

The other ogres listened intently, when one of them jumped up excitedly while shouting, "I'm going to smash something!" Then several other ogres noticed this simple, but apparently funny remark. Blackham waited for their enthusiasm to calm down before continuing. "So, we make a deal?"

The ogre captain nodded. "No more hurting ogres," he growled, then turned to look at the ogres he was leading. Tears glistened in his eyes. This time, Orgrim felt a little sad when he saw the scars crawling on the backs of these ogres, very little.

"What's your name?" Orgrim asked the captain suddenly, drawing his gaze to him.

"Crowe," he said.

"So Crowe," Blackhan said quickly before his lieutenant could say anything else, "when do you think we should launch our joint raid?"

"Now," Crowe said, and before Blackhan and Orgrim could object, he shouted something out loud in foul tongues. The other ogres jumped up and fell to the ground like an earthquake. Then they all ran into the hole. Blackham glanced at Orgrim, who shrugged. He suspected it would be easier to stop the tide than it would be to stop the stupid bunch.

"Gather them," Blackham said. Orgrim took out a horn made of a horn made of a split-hoofed ox and blew it. The orcs shouted for joy and walked down.

I didn't have time to remind the Blackstone Orcs again of what the plan was for. Orgrim wanted them all to remember, especially the overzealous Mamm and Red. A carnage of ogres awaits, but they'd better not kill indiscriminately. Because if they mess around, if they give the ogre any reason to suspect this sudden and strange alliance, then the old orcs and women and children who remain in the camp will be all members of the Blackstone clan.

Ogrim wasn't too optimistic. The Blackstone Clan used to be so fierce when it came to attacking ogres. Blackhan was no better than a cunning barbarian, and Orgrim had been perceiving a mania spreading through all clans lately. As he harnessed his wolf ride around and took his fellow clan into the cave, he suspected that his eyes were hallucinating.

Of course, the green glow on the skin of the orcs around him was undoubtedly just an illusion caused by light. (To be continued......)

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