He and Kargas had reached the portal, and could clearly see the man who awaited them. Despite his gray hair now, as the chief of Shadow Moon and the leader of the former tribe, he still looks as strong as ever. Naozu turned to look at Grom.

When Grom saw the old shaman's face, he was taken aback. Naozu's cheeks, upper lip, nose, brow ridge, and forehead were covered with white paint, as white as bone. Grom realized that it must have been painted by Neozu, and he painted his face in the shape of a skull.

Naozu said loudly, his voice still sounding so clear and loud. "Grom, Hellroar, Kargas, Blade Fist, welcome!"

Kargas said lightly, not wanting to say a word more. "What are you looking for from us?"

The shaman replied, "I brought new news, as well as a plan. ”

Grom snorted, "You've been hiding from us for two years." How could you possibly have any news?" There was a palpable annoyance and skepticism in his voice. He pointed to Naozu's bone-like face and said, "You let Gul'dan crowd you out, you refused to drink the blood of the storm from the Holy Grail, and then you hid like a groundhog in a burrow in the ground for two years! Whatever your so-called plans are, I don't want to hear them. ”

G≮,w∞ww.Rohm can hear his grief in his own voice. Aside from the qiē caused by Gul'dan, and also put aside his years of distrust of the advisors, shamans, and warlocks around him. He still wanted Naozu to be the shaman that Grom had remembered since he was a child. That's strong. Stern and wise, the orcs who unite the scattered clans into one powerful force. Although what he said was very mean, he still hoped that none of what he said was true.

Naozu touched the skeleton on his face and sighed deeply. "I've always been able to dream of death. I once met him in dreams and talked to him. I saw the death of my own people, I saw the death of those I loved dearly. All of this qiē...... I made myself look like this to remember this qiē. I wanted to go into hiding, but I understand now. I owe something to my people. So I owe it to them to unite again. ”

"Just like you used to lead us?" Kargas yelled. "Lead us to betrayal, or defeat? Don't you want to die? Okay, Nao Zu, I tell you, if you really want to lead us, I will kill you!" He swung the blade embedded in his left arm at the old orc.

Naozu was about to answer him, but stopped because he saw something behind the two of them. Grom turned around and saw a large figure walking towards them, presumably in the form of an ogre.

"Ascend the tower, is there any news?" Naozu shouted, waiting for the orcs to come over. "I told you to find the other clans and gather them as if I had you both do it. He reminded Grom and Kargas. "But until now, all I've seen is the Shadow Moon. Warsong and the Broken Hand Clan rallied together. What about the others?"

"The Thunderblade Clan said they would come here. Grom assured him. "They still have a long way to go, so it may be another day or two for them. He shook his head. "But neither the Thunder King nor the Mocking Skull Clan listened. The two tribes are fighting each other. ”

"That's why we need to do something!" Naozu yelled. "If we don't do something. We're just going to kill each other here!" He bared his teeth, and his face was already a little distorted. "What we have done to unite the tribes and what I have done will be useless. Look at these clans splintering from the tribe and then fighting each other there. If we don't do what we do, we will return to tradition, and clans can only meet each other at war or annual gatherings. You know what!"

"And what else can you expect from all the two years you've been hiding?" Grom scolded. "We know you were injured as a result of the explosion. But after you healed from your wounds, you never showed up again! We have been waiting for your guidance, but we have not waited. In this case, we will definitely have to go back to the way we used to be, fighting with other clans!

"I understand," Naozu whispered in pain. Grom looked at the grief and shame on his face, and he swallowed all the angry words that had come to his lips.

"The Blade Wind Clan will join us. Kargas said, trying to break the silence. But the Red Wanderers refused. They say that the tribe is a thing of the past, and now all the clans only need to take care of their own business. He scolded. "If it weren't for your will, I would have slashed their chieftain with a thousand swords. ”

"If you do that, you won't be able to escape. Naozu noted. "Otherwise, you'll have to kill their entire clan of orcs in order to escape. I don't want you to put you in danger, or lose them, because after all, it is still possible for them to be persuaded to come under our banner. His lips pursed slightly. "Don't rush, we'll clean them up sooner or later. He looked around, narrowed his eyes, and asked, "What about the others?"

The question caused Grom to start scolding, "We're sending the envoys to find the Halkans," he said briefly, "and he dismembered them and sent them back in sorts!"

"The orcs of the Chewing Bone Clan are very brave and good at fighting. Kargas touched the blade of his knife and said cautiously. "In war, they will be a big problem. Then he shook his head. "But since the portal collapsed, they have become more and more savage. They cannot be trusted, nor can they be accused. ”

Nao Zu nodded and asked to Dengta, "What about the White Claw Clan?"

The ogre frowned and replied, "The vast majority are dead. Before the truth about Gul'dan and his warlocks was revealed, most of them were killed by the other clans. Even after Durotan's exile and death, the Whiteclaw Orcs still have compassion for the Frostwolf Clan. This makes them the target of public criticism. Then he shook his head, "As for those who survived, they were all expelled as well." In fact, there is no longer a clan called Whiteclaw. ”

At the mention of Durotan, Neozu shuddered with guilt. He had warned the leader of the Frostwolf Clan in the hope of reversing the damage he had done, but in the end his actions had no effect. Members of Gul'dan's Shadow Council found Durotan and killed him, one of the noblest orcs known to Neozu.

But regret and self-pity don't help. He turned his attention back to Dengta's words, and then became angry.

"Whitepaw is one of the oldest and proudest clans among our orcs! Now the whiteclaw orcs have to be homeless barbarians? Shall we let the orcs fall like this? No! We must redeem the tribe and unite the orcs again! Only then can we look forward to survival and glory!"

Dengta knelt down and said simply, "You know I was born to serve you, master. ”

Grom looked at the old orc in front of him, his brows furrowed slightly, "Naozu, tell us about this plan of yours." He said aloud, making sure that everyone present could hear what he was saying. "Sue us. If it makes sense, then we'll choose to follow in your footsteps. ”

Kargas said with his head tilted slightly. "Me too. ”

Nao Zu looked at the three people in front of him solemnly, then nodded, "We will wait until the Thunder Blade and Blade Wind Clan arrive here. Then we'll find the others, the Thunder King, the Taunter, the Red Wanderer, and the Bone Chewing Clan. We orcs must unite. ”

"And what if they refuse?"

Neozu replied in his unquestioning tone, "Convince them." Kargas roared in agreement, raising his blade, which glistened in the sun. Neozu turned to Warsong Chief and whispered, "Grom, while we are still waiting for those two clans, I will tell you about my plan, and then let you complete a mission. ”

Grom's blood-red eyes shone brightly, "Tell me why I'm doing this." ”

Naozu smiled. But under the mask of death, his smile looked so eerie.

"I need you to find something. ”

"Warriors of War Song, fuck it!"

Grom held his blood roar aloft. In the sunlight, the blood roar reflected a blinding light. He leapt forward, swinging his axe in a massive arc. Several small holes in the hollowed-out blade near the handle of the Blood Roar pierced the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound that spread throughout the battlefield. Behind him, his warriors all displayed their prowess in battle, with screams, whistles, and shouts forming a true battle song, which is where their clan's name comes from. Many even began to hum, not focusing on the lyrics but rather on the consistency and exaltation of the rhyme, which was enough to stop their hearts not only to boost their morale, but also to deter their enemies.

But this time, their enemies were not intimidated. This is partly because many of them don't know what fear is