"Ahem."
A suppressed cough sounded in the evening night, causing the Orcs heroine Draka who had just laid down to turn over and sit up again. She rubbed her slightly bulging belly and listened again.
The super perception brought by the legendary Warrior allowed her to quickly capture the faint screams of pain from the tent next to her. It seemed that her fellow travelers were suppressing the pain in their bodies and did not want their cowardice to be discovered by others.
This made Draka sigh. She rummaged through her wolfskin luggage and found a bottle of potion kept in a crystal bottle. This was a self-defense item given to her by her friend "Traveler" Lelan when she left Nagrand.
The heroine walked out of the tent and called softly outside the nearby tent:
"Zargrel Chieftain, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Draka."
Whiteclaw Clan's old Chieftain immediately responded.
But a few seconds later, he sighed, opened the tent and walked out, holding a bloody handkerchief in his hand.
Old Chieftain is just old. He is not stupid. He knows that the news he just made cannot be hidden from this keen heroine.
"It's a joke for you."
Old Whiteclaw sighed and said:
"Although Vigilant's Holy Light pulled me back from Realm of Death to Mortal realm, the wounds left by that half-Orcs brat cannot be healed so easily. After all, they are vicious weapons that Gul'dan asked Blackhand to help build."
"Drink this potion. My Draenei friend said it contains some Holy Water personally consecrated by Vigilant. It has a strong healing effect."
Draka handed the medicine bottle in his hand to Old Whiteclaw, who did not refuse.
He knew that now was not the time to save face, so he took off the cork and took a big gulp. The potion warmed his body when it entered his body, and also made Old Whiteclaw, who was tortured by pain, breathe a sigh of relief and feel better.
He returned the remaining precious potion to Draka, then looked around and got down to business.
"Leoroxx Hasn't that old guy sent someone over yet?"
"No, it's been three days."
Draka squinted her eyes, she sat on the stone next to her and touched Froststeel Wolfclaw Battleaxe around her waist a little irritably, and whispered:
"There's something wrong with this!
Even though Mok'Nathal Clan has always been lonely, they value promises. After the Battle of Blood River, Leoroxx personally promised that White Claw and Frostwolf Clan would be their guests. However, we have been in this Gorgrond hunting ground for so long, but we only saw some Mok'Nathal hunters patrolling nearby.
Have you discovered it?
They seemed a little nervous when interacting with us.
Especially during yesterday's and today's meetings, they kept using the excuse of moving the camp to excuse us."
"Something must have happened."
Old Whiteclaw touched the beard on his chin and said:
"I believe in Leoroxx's promise, that half-Orcs's reputation is as indestructible as Gorgrond's Blackrock Clan mine. If they don't intend to fulfill their promise, they will not allow us to enter their hunting grounds.
But now they don't meet with us. I suspect that they are in trouble themselves and don't intend to involve us two distinguished guests, so they can only use poor excuses to delay us here. Those guys plan to solve the problem themselves.
However, their brains and strong temper inherited from Ogres cannot handle matters that are too delicate.
So, Draka, what do you think?"
"We should be proactive, no doubt about it."
The heroine of the Frostwolf Clan is very decisive. Old Whiteclaw's guess coincides with her inner worries. She said:
"The main reason is that we have no time to waste. As soon as we came out with Frostfire Ridge, Thunderlord Clan blocked Thunder Pass. It seems that Great Chieftain Blackhand no longer intends to let Frostwolf Clan resist his authority. We must bring reinforcements to Frostfire Ridge. Otherwise, we can only rely on the Frostwolf Clan and Whiteclaw Clan's Warrior to stop those Orcs who drank the magic blood.
Every extra day we delay, the more trouble our hometown will encounter."
"But Mok'Nathal hunters don't allow us to get close to their camp. No one in this wilderness can hide their eyes and beasts. It's impossible to infiltrate."
Old Whiteclaw said somewhat helplessly:
"The number of people we brought is very small. Although they are elite, they cannot quickly get past the eyes of those hunters."
"I have an idea, but it's more risky."
Draka came up with an idea a few seconds later, but Old Whiteclaw helplessly commented that it was a "wrong idea." However, in order to find out what Mok'Nathal Clan was doing, they quickly decided to take a risky approach.
Ten minutes later, the Mok'Nathal Clan hunter who was patrolling the hunting ground in the wilderness outside the temporary camp just stretched and rode his Dire Wolf out of the hut when he saw a Frostwolf Clan Warrior rushing towards him anxiously and shouting:
"Is there any Shaman around here? Witch Doctor is fine too! Find one quickly!"
"Huh?"
Mok'Nathal Orcs, who was not good at words, looked at the anxious Warrior with confusion, and the latter shouted:
"Quick! Our Frostwolf Clan mistress was hit by a crazy wild boar on your territory. Damn it! She has Chieftain's child in her belly. Didn't you say that Mok'Nathal Clan's hunting ground is safe?
I really believed your nonsense!
If something happens to the mistress and Chieftain's child, you will be fully responsible! That is our Frostwolf Clan's future Chieftain! This horse riding is simply murder! No, this is a clumsy assassination!"
"!!!"
It is two circles larger than the ordinary Orcs. Due to the Ogres bloodline, the Mok'Nathal hunter has an extremely burly body and everyone is dumbfounded when he hears this.
No, bro! Do you know what a "hunting ground" is?
Isn't it normal for one or two beasts to appear in this place?
And you are unwilling to leave and insist on staying here waiting to see us Chieftain. Now something happens and you blame us?
The most important thing is that you are fooling the devil by stepping on your horse and burning newspapers!
Your Frostwolf Clan mistress is the famous Orcs heroine. If Ms. Draka could get hit by a wild boar, then all the other Orcs would have to commit suicide in shame. Could it be that she accidentally met Agamaggan when she was out walking?
However, it is true that the Frostwolf Clan mistress is pregnant with a baby. If this incident really leads to enmity between the two clans, then the problem is indeed a bit big.
Thinking of this, the capable hunter did not dare to delay and urged Dire Wolf on his crotch to drive him over.
When I arrived at the place, I saw a huge Gorgrond wild boar lying dead outside the camp. There was also a gleaming battle ax stuck in the huge pig's head. The pale-faced Ms. Draka leaned to the side, and a circle of Warrior nervously surrounded her.
Old Whiteclaw was half-kneeling beside her to check her condition. When he saw Mok'Nathal hunter approaching, Old Whiteclaw raised his head and shouted:
"Are you Shaman? Or Witch Doctor? Neither? Then what are you doing here! Didn't you see that Draka got pregnant after he chopped down the wild boar? Find someone quickly! Is this how you treat guests?"
"Don't! Zargrel Chieftain, it's my fault, it has nothing to do with others, it's not their fault."
Draka stopped and said with a trembling voice:
"I was too careless. It's okay. Let me rest for a while. I believe Frostwolf Clan's child must be strong enough. Durotan and I both think he will be the future Chieftain. It's okay. This is just a small problem. This.
Ah!"
As she spoke, the heroine screamed and her body twitched.
"Get someone quickly!"
Frostwolf Clan Warrior, who was guarding the clan mistress, pulled out his battle axe. Seeing that it really didn't look like a show, the Mok'Nathal hunter turned around and went to find someone to help.
But Old Whiteclaw called him and said with a gloomy face:
"When you come back, poor Go'el will return to Ancestral Spirit. You take Mistress Frostwolf Clan and go directly to your Witch Doctor! Be sure to protect her.
Don't worry, although I don't know what you are doing, but since Leoroxx is not willing to receive us, then we will all stay here, and you can go there alone with Ms. Draka. Helping a pregnant woman will not violate the taboos of your clan, right?"
"."
Mok'Nathal Although the hunter is not very smart, he is not a fool after all. He always feels that this scene is a bit weird.
However, this moment is no longer the time to discuss authenticity. If Frostwolf Clan's future Chieftain really encounters an accident in the Mok'Nathal Clan's hunting ground, then the relationship between the two races will be completely ruined.
What's more, the Frostwolf Clan and White Claw clans are kind to the Mok'Nathal people. It is already a big disrespect for them to block the distinguished guests from the door. If they refuse a pregnant woman to go to the clan camp to see a doctor, they will really rebel against Tiangang.
"Only one person!"
The silent hunter gritted his teeth.
Seeing Draka's face getting paler and paler, he finally relaxed.
After a moment, Frostwolf Clan the mistress's frost-colored Dire Wolf carried her, followed by the hunter's huge Dire Wolf and disappeared into the hunting ground, Old Whiteclaw stood at the edge of the camp and watched Draka disappear. He tightened his fingers on the sword a little, turned around and whispered to the nervous Warrior behind him:
"Everyone be prepared! Once Ms. Draka sends out the dangerous firework signal, we will fight with our lives to get in!"
"We are not afraid of death, Chieftain."
A Warrior with a white claw mark on his face said with a grimace:
"But Mok'Nathal's hunting grounds are very dangerous. They have relied on the deadly terrain of this damn place to hide themselves for so many years. We don't know the way to get in."
"Oh, Dire Wolf, the domesticated one by the Frostwolf Clan, is the most psychic. As long as Draka, the female wolf that grew up with her, passes by once, Dire Wolf, who is smarter than the idiot Orcs, can lead us safely through this mountain forest."
Old Whiteclaw took out a whetstone and whispered:
"Now let's see if Ms. Draka can figure out on her own what kind of trouble the Mok'Nathal people are in. In my opinion, it probably has something to do with War Horde. The stupid Blackhand keeps saying that he wants to bring glory to all Orcs, but look at the stupid things he does!
This is clearly trying to push us to death."
"Leoroxx! Three days! I've been waiting for three days, you must give me an answer today!
Great Chieftain wants to recruit you humble Havorosens to participate in the glorious war. This is a good opportunity for you to make a name for yourself. Great Chieftain takes pity on your strength and your hardship. Don't be ignorant of good and bad."
Wearing Blackrock Plate Armor, with red eyes and green skin, High Overseer leaned on his weapon and stood arrogantly in the Mok'Nathal Clan's simple camp deep in the Gorgrond wilderness. He stared at the tall silent Warrior in the largest tent in this hunting land built on the mountains.
Even though he had gained strength by drinking the demon blood, and had obtained the name "Sword Saint" through Blade Trial a long time ago, Blackrock Clan's legendary Warrior Jubelsoth could still feel a very uncomfortable aura from this half-Orcs hunter who was as silent as a mute.
That was my Warrior instinct warning me.
This means that Chieftain, the mixed clan of Ogres and Orcs, has the ability to kill him.
To be honest, this makes the proud Jubelsoth very unhappy.
On the one hand, the strength he gained after so many years of hard training is still not as good as these despicable "freaks" created by Ogre Shaman.
On the other hand, Warbringer, who is also Great Chieftain Blackhand after all, and High Overseer, a noble person, were actually left to hang out in the Mok'Nathal Clan's closed and miserable mountain camp for three whole days.
This is simply contrary to Tiangang!
Seeing that in the face of his own coercion, Mok'Nathal Clan Chieftain Leoroxx, who was as mute as he was, remained silent, still flicking the charcoal fire in the camp with the rough iron rod in his hand. It seemed that he was not in his eyes at all. High Overseer, who was in a bad mood because he drank the demon blood, couldn't help it anymore.
He took a step forward and overturned the medicinal soup that old Chieftain was boiling, causing the steaming pot of herbs to spill everywhere, and some of it was sprinkled on Leoroxx's hunting leather armor and arms, but old Chieftain seemed to feel no pain.
He just glanced at this Blackrock Orc with his brown-gray eyes.
Seems to be asking with eyes
It's you, the little brat, who pours my soup, right?
"You have to give me an explanation! Leoroxx Chieftain."
Jubelsoth shouted:
"Great Chieftain Blackhand has ordered the Horde army to march towards Blue Skins's city Shattrath!
Your clan is on the only way from Gorgrond to Talador. You are one of the clans closest to Shattrath City. You also participated in the ceremony that elected Great Chieftain Blackhand as the leader of Horde on Kosh'harg Festival!
You should obey Great Chieftain's orders, and you should bring Mok'Nathal Clan's most powerful wilderness hunters to join this glorious battle!
When I came here three days ago, I brought you the gift of Great Chieftain, which can make you more powerful Bloodrage Potion, but I haven't seen even one Mok'Nathal Warrior drink that potion today.
So, are you planning to become traitors?"
"War?"
Leoroxx finally spoke.
The tall Orcs stood up and cast a shadow on the arrogant Jubelsoth like a hill.
It wasn't until he stood up that Blackrock Clan Warlord discovered that this half-Orcs had a circle of black, blood-stained shackles wrapped around his waist. They were Ogres-style slave shackles, and there were elemental imprints left by Ogre Shaman on them.
In the decisive battle of the Battle of Blood River back then, the powerful semi-Orcs in front of him used this slave chain to strangle his Ogres "master" with his own hands.
"Mok'Nathal Clan will not participate in your war, we will only fight for our people and our homeland!"
Leoroxx is not an eloquent Chieftain, but every word he says is very powerful.
He stared at Jubelsoth, which made Blackrock Clan Warlord feel like he was being stared at by a hungry beast. The feeling of his hair rising made Blackrock Clan Sword Saint move his shoulders in some discomfort. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Leoroxx say coldly:
"Since I've been waiting for you for three days, you should retreat! If you have to humiliate yourself and hear my answer with your own ears, then get out of here with Blackhand's order! This is my answer."
"Oh, very good."
Blackrock Clan Sword Saint showed anger on his face, his eyes were bloodshot, and he said:
"You dare to disobey the master of Horde? I think you want to"
"Bang"
Before he could finish speaking, Blackrock Clan Sword Saint was grabbed by Leoroxx's big hands around his neck, and his whole body was lifted into the air.
Sword Saint's lightning reflex was unable to catch the aura of the old hunter taking action. Although the demon blood affected his mind and could not keep calm, it also proved that Leoroxx was truly a high-level legend.
The eyes of the mute old Orcs were filled with anger. He stared at the Blackrock Clan Warlord and said:
"Master? You mean that Blackhand wants to treat Mok'Nathal people as slaves? He wants to treat us the same as Ogres? That's what you mean, right?"
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"Ouch"
Chieftain's anger was sensed by the war beast that was connected to his mind. A black Dire Wolf matron jumped up outside the camp. The mane on its huge body stood upright, letting her ferocious Wolf Kiss open up. Her bloody eyes stared at the Blackrock Clan messengers who had drawn their weapons in the camp.
This wolf howl was like a signal, and soon the roars began one after another throughout the mountain camp.
Mok'Nathal Clan has a tradition of taming beasts, and war beasts are their partners and family members, so in less than a minute, Chieftain's camp was filled with silent Mok'Nathal Warrior.
They all have burly physiques, wear battle armor made of animal skins, and hold crude weapons in their hands. They are not as roaring as other Orcs clans, but the roars of the beasts beside them replace their war cries.
These Gorgrond's deadliest hunters have each captured the weaknesses of these arrogant Blackrock Orc.
Once a war breaks out, they can be cut into devilish flesh and meat in an instant and fed to the dogs.
"Bang"
Jubelsoth was thrown embarrassingly at the entrance of the camp. He jumped up and wanted to pull out his weapon, but his arms were tightly held down by two guards.
They were just envoys, less than ten people in total.
Even if there is a legendary Sword Saint here, once there is a conflict in Mok'Nathal's camp, he probably won't even have the chance to become the miserable "Three Minute Superman".
These semi-Orcs have the blood of Ogres, and they can hunt down giant beasts like Gronn with simple weapons. Unless Great Chieftain sends a large army to encircle and suppress them, the Mok'Nathal people hiding in the mountains and forests will be completely safe.
"Let me ask you one last time!"
Leoroxx stared at the grinning Jubelsoth and said:
"Blackhand wants to make Mok'Nathal people slaves of Horde?"
"No, no, I made a slip of the tongue!"
Blackrock Clan Warlord also realized that his wording was not rigorous.
The history of blood and tears of the Mok'Nathal Clan has determined that the words "slave" and "master" are taboos for all of them. As the messenger of Great Chieftain, he has indeed neglected his duties on this point. Moreover, a good man will not suffer the consequences of his immediate loss. How could he, the dignified High Overseer, not understand?
He took a deep breath and said:
"Since you are unwilling to respond to the call, so be it, but you know very well that we recruiters will not be the only ones who come next time, Leoroxx. In order to fulfill your own fame, you have brought your people into desperate situations. I hope you are prepared for this.
Let's go!"
Blackrock Clan Warlord glanced at the silent old Chieftain, turned around and left the camp with his entourage under the unfriendly gaze of Mok'Nathal people.
He knew that his diplomacy and recruitment failed, but he was not sorry, it was just a pity that these powerful Warrior could not be used by Great Chieftain.
Blackrock Orc has always respected strength and the strong. This is a tradition engraved in their bones.
Leoroxx is indeed better than him, he admitted defeat today.
Oh, but individual bravery cannot replace the overall strength. The Mok'Nathal people are indeed very powerful. Unfortunately, their numbers are too small and their weapons are too crude. With only one Blackrock Clan Burning Legion, he is sure to destroy this clan that is as stubborn as a stone.
But just when Jubelsoth was thinking about "settling accounts after the fall", when he walked to the outskirts of the hunting camp, he suddenly saw a person who shouldn't be in the Mok'Nathal Clan camp.
Frostwolf Clan's mistress, the heroine Draka that every Orcs has heard of, is walking out of the tent with the help of a Mok'Nathal female Witch Doctor.
The two happened to be facing each other.
"You! Frostwolf Clan's traitor! Why are you here? Wait! Mok'Nathal Clan and Frostwolf Clan have formed an alliance?"
Blackrock Clan Warlord's eyes widened, and Draka seemed to be shocked.
But she reacted very quickly, grabbed a strange gemstone flare gun from behind and raised it to the sky. With a muffled bang, a ball of red flares flew into the sky and splashed into a signal to start a war.
"It's not just our two clans!"
Draka pulled out the Coldsteel Axe from his waist. At this moment, he still looked weak because of the fetal force. A Charge rushed over and chopped down a Blackrock Clan messenger. With blood spattering, he struck the Jubelsoth with his tomahawk, but the opponent punched him back.
Frostwolf Clan heroine shouted:
"Frostwolf Clan, White Claw, Shadowmoon Clan, Garadar, Burning Blade Clan and Mok'Nathal! "The Destroyer" Blackhand thinks he can lead Orcs, but no honest Orcs will obey his orders!
Sons of Draenor will only fight to defend the world and our hometown. We will never become a weapon for careerists!
Leoroxx! What are you still doing?
Thanks to your excellent delay, Old Whiteclaw has been completely ambushed by external devices. It is impossible for these Blackrock Clan bastards to leave. Kill them! Use their heads to express Mok'Nathal's peaceful wishes to the K'ure Alliance!
Didn't we make an appointment to resist together?"
"!!!"
Jubelsoth's brain, burned by the demonic blood, felt like it was struck by lightning.
He figured it all out at once!
Why was my dignified Great Chieftain Blackhand messenger left in the cold for three days by the Mok'Nathal people? Why did this Frostwolf Clan heroine suddenly appear here!
OK!
It turned out to be a despicable ambush inside and outside!
This group of shameless traitors want to use their High Overseer heads to claim credit and rewards from Blue Skinss, right?
K'ure Alliance.
Haha, I have heard this word from Great Chieftain. It is a weak covenant formed by Blue Skins and Ner'zhul and Geyah, Geyah Isn't Draka's mother-in-law? Moreover, who in the entire Orcs civilization doesn't know that Frostwolf Clan and Whiteclaw Clan are kind to Mok'Nathal people?
OK!
Everything is connected!
"You traitors! Great Chieftain will not let you go!"
Although no one in the circle of Mok'Nathal took action to coordinate Draka's attack, Jubelsoth had realized that he could not stay here.
He must break out and tell Great Chieftain the news!
Blue Skins and their weak allies have already taken action. From Frostfire Ridge to Gorgrond, from Talador to Nagrand and then to Shadowmoon Valley, a large network to resist War Horde has been established, and they are acting quietly.
The guards of High Overseer bravely resisted the attack of the heroine Draka, and Jubelsoth jumped back and disappeared into the shadows.
He is a Sword Saint after all. If he wants to leave, no one can keep him.
But just after Jubelsoth left, Draka jumped out of the battle circle with a sharp back jump, leaving several Blackrock Clan Warrior who were ready for a fight to the death, confused.
What's going on?
Why did you stop fighting suddenly?
"You! Draka! You framed us!"
Old Chieftain Leoroxx came over angrily.
He was holding a war spear made of Gronn animal bones in his hand, and roared to Mistress Frostwolf Clan:
"We have no intention of joining your alliance! I said, Mok'Nathal will only fight for their own people and homeland! We will not join Horde, but we will not participate in that bullshit K'ure Alliance either!"
"Okay, go and explain to Blackhand and see if he allows you to be a neutral?"
Draka struck her battle ax on the pillar next to her and said loudly:
"You have been indifferent to Jubelsoth for three days, and you have been indifferent to us for three days. Do you really think that your people can hide here and enjoy peace without helping each other?
Don't be stupid, Leoroxx!
Just like back then, you had to muster up the courage to resist with us so that we could defeat Battle of Blood River! Now the entire Draenor will be washed by Felblood Orcs's violent blood. If you don't participate in this war, when everyone else is dead, Mok'Nathal people will only become the last victims if they hide again.
I don't want to do this!
But this is what your stubbornness forced me to do.
Jubelsoth has run away. He is Sword Saint. No one can stop him from sending the news of your rebellion back to Blackhand.
Now you have only one choice left."
Leoroxx's expression was gloomy, but under Draka's surprised gaze, a few seconds later, old Orcs showed a strange smile and said:
"No! You are looking down on us Mok'Nathal people."
"Huh?"
Draka looked at old Orcs's fingers in surprise.
A moment later, a tall figure appeared at the entrance of the hunting camp. It was a young Warrior who was burlier than the ordinary Mok'Nathal and half Orcs. He was followed by a huge black Dire Wolf, with two hunting tomahawks stuck in his waist.
The most important thing is that under the shocked gaze of Draka, the young Warrior was dragging the knocked unconscious Jubelsoth in his left hand, just like a hunter out hunting, dragging a hunted wild boar.
He alone stopped a legendary Sword Saint who was determined to break out? And how long had it been? Five minutes? Even if this Orcs hunter specifically stayed outside the camp and set up a trap in advance to ambush, there was no way the battle would end so quickly, right?
Blanch!
Are all you Mok'Nathal people monsters?
"Father, I'm back."
The sturdy young hunter glanced at Draka, and the coldness in his gray-white eyes made the heroine couldn't help but move her fingers.
"Well done, Rexxar, my son."
Leoroxx said happily:
"You saved the clan from falling into the abyss of war. You are the hero of the clan. Now, take him."
"Poof"
The splash of blood interrupted old Chieftain's gratifying words.
As the hunters and Warriors of the entire clan watched in shock, and as old Chieftain raised his hand to speak but stared with wide eyes, the hunting tomahawk in Rexxar's hand accurately cut into the neck of the unconscious Blackrock Clan Sword Saint.
Precise cruelty is like slaughtering prey.
When the headless corpse hit the ground, young Warrior sighed and threw the head in his hand at the feet of his bewildered father.
He stroked the whimpering Black Wolf at his hand and said in a deep voice:
"But I think Ms. Draka is right! She is the best and most cunning hunter. Her the One mistake is that she should not make decisions for Mok'Nathal people, and I am a member of the Mok'Nathal hunting group.
I make the decision for you!
Wild animals that stray from the pack don't live long, and good hunters shouldn't hesitate. We can't be isolated any longer."