45 Mar'gok, the Ogre Warlord, treated the Mok'Nathal Grand Duke well; ruler and subject were well matched-a fine tale indeed

Frostwolf Clan tricked and killed the envoy of the Thunderlord Clan, which was basically equivalent to cutting off the last hope of peace between the two clans. Therefore, after receiving the reward from the envoy who almost froze to death on the road, the demon wolf Fenris Wolfbrother naturally became no longer polite.

He ordered his troops and horses together, and with the Thunderlord Clan's ferocious Wolf Rider, he passed through the wind and snow and headed towards the Frostwolf Clan's ancestral land.

This was originally not so easy. After all, there was an obstructive Ogre Magi Fortress obstacle between the territories of the Thunderlord Clan and Frostwolf Clan. That important border town left over from the Gorian Empire period almost separated the east and west of Frostfire Ridge.

Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible for the Thunderlord Clan to cross Cracked Plains in such a large way without alarming Ogres, but now times have changed.

Although Shadow Council's group of Warlock's private actions in Frostfire Ridge were evaluated by Fenris as "dogs taking advantage of mice and meddling in their own business", their unexpected connection with Ogre Shaman of Ogre Magi Fortress really gave Thunderlord Clan is extremely convenient. Although this does not mean that Ogre Magi will completely fall to War Horde's side, the two parties successfully joined forces to "trap" Frostwolf Clan a few days ago, but gave Fenris the best opportunity to unify Frostfire Ridge.

As a clan that aspires to be king, Chieftain, Fenris will never give up the feat of destroying Frostwolf Clan with one blow.

Now that Ogres has not blocked Thunderlord Clan from passing through, it means that Fenris can put thousands of elite wolf riders in his hands into the attack on the Frostwolf Clan Worgol's ancestral land at one time.

He was born and raised there, and the terrain nearby Fenris can find his way with his eyes closed.

Naturally, his Thunderlord Clan has a strong army and not just a few thousand wolf riders. This is mainly because the territory over Whiteclaw Clan has just been swallowed up by him and has not yet been digested. Fenris must Scatter a few High Overseer out to Megatron's new territory, and War Horde's large-scale invasion of Talador Region also needs the help of the powerful Wolf Rider.

I have a desire for the position of Great Chieftain, but I can't expose my second intention now. I must send Wolf Rider who are elite enough to support Blackhand.

With such a 10% distribution, Fenris currently has only these elites left.

But now Frostwolf Clan has been infected by Red Scourge spilled by Warlock. They are so weak that their combat effectiveness cannot even maintain 40% of the usual level. Although the opponent has many people, I have the advantage, so it is the best time to annihilate them in one fell swoop.

Therefore, the wolf pack composed of black Iron Wolf rushed into the extremely cold wind and snow of Frostfire Ridge. The howls of the Dire Wolf one after another cast an ominous chill on the permanently frozen snowfield.

Fenris is a strong and strong Orcs.

He is a few years older than Durotan, but his appearance is enough to be cruel and ruthless. This Orcs has had a pair of gray eyes since he was a child, symbolizing his indifference.

Unlike those wandering Orcs who were kicked out of their own clan and forced to join other clans, he was not treated differently by his clan members, and his parents treated him very well. However, the overly "weak" and gentle atmosphere within the Frostwolf Clan made Fenris feel uncomfortable.

He only longs for the ferocious conquests of Frostfire Ridge's Polar Storm. He likes to listen to the Battle of Blood River's legendary slaughter the most. He is very dissatisfied with his father Garad's kindness in allowing the declining Whiteclaw Clan to share Frostfire Ridge with them.

Fenris hopes to see Frostwolf Clan unify his hometown and then conquer more clans in the future.

But after his father repeatedly rejected his advice, this lone wolf of Bloodlust left the warm Worgol alone on an Blizzard night. He joined Thunderlord Clan, the weakest of the three Frostfire Ridge clans at the time, and became prominent in a very short period of time. Through a glorious Mak'gora on a cold night, Fenris successfully became the Chieftain of the Thunderlord Clan.

Over the years, he led Thunderlord Clan in continuous battles and finally turned this weak clan into a wolf pack in his heart. After Great Chieftain Blackhand issued the order to conquer, he joined War Horde without hesitation.

He has his own desire. Before Draenor is bloodbathed, he wants to see Frostfire Ridge conquered by his own hands.

The death of his father and the unexpected death of his second brother Jannal are all pains that Fenris needs to bear with his family, but for such a cold Orcs, emotional weakness is the last thing he needs. In his eyes, only plunder and conquest are worth remembering!

To sum up, it is not difficult to find that this guy Fenris Wolfbrother is actually a typical "super male syndrome" Orcs, and maybe he is also a natural anti-social personality. That is, Orcs's special tradition gives him room to play.

If this were placed on Argus's side, Assassin Court would probably have targeted it as a "social instability factor" a long time ago.

Fenris thinks that his brother Durotan is too weak to be like Orcs!

He has power but doesn't know how to use it. Even as Chieftain, his wife Draka's glory overwhelms him. Draka is more like Frostwolf Clan's Chieftain than him, but how is this possible?

Orcs's tradition is not like this!

Since Durotan doesn't know how to lead Frostwolf Clan correctly, then let yourself ignite the Legacy left behind by your weak father. In the burning flames of the Frostwolf Clan, the children of Frostfire Ridge will eventually become the deadliest herd of Draenor under his leadership!

Blue Skins is just the first prey.

In the wind and snow, Fenris grabbed a handful of Hunting Battle Halberd made of Gronn animal bones and smiled ferociously, roaring in his heart:

"Blackhand and Blackrock Clan, Grom and Warsong Clan, Gul'dan and Shadow Council. You will all be next! Yes, the blessing of Black Wolf God is only for the strong! I will use this hunt to prove that only the Iron Wolfs of the Thunderlord Clan are qualified to become the voters of Lycantos!"

He patted the Dire Wolf on his crotch, which was so ferocious that it almost broke away from the shape of Dire Wolf. He liked this kind of beast blessed by Black Wolf God. This was the spiritual totem that truly belonged to Orcs in his heart.

Let the weak elements die, Orcs has a new "God of War"!

Fenris's wild conquest seemed to be noticed by Lycantos, so when they crossed Rockfang Outpost, which had been abandoned by the Frostwolf Clan, and truly entered the final territory of the Frostwolf Clan, blood-red "blessings of war" were bestowed upon these running Wolf Rider.

That is not Bloodlust from Shaman, but it has the same effect of stimulating the anger of Orcs.

The best thing is, because the blessing of Lycantos can allow the powerful Orcs to maintain a trace of sanity in the midst of anger, this is simply even more powerful!

"Chieftain, look in front! Worgol Something's wrong over there!"

Fenris's wolves quickly approached their destination, but one High Overseer noticed something was wrong.

He took the reins of Fenris's Dire Wolf and said to his own Chieftain:

"There aren't many Frostwolf Clan Warriors there, and even their civilians are rare! They should have been infected by the disease and were unable to break out, but there is nothing nearby."

"Haha, it must be Durotan who made his weak people hide in Ice Valley."

Fenris waved his hand and said:

"That's a refuge that only Frostwolf Clan knows about. The difficult mountain road makes it impossible for brigade Wolf Rider to enter. But don't worry, it's very barren there and can't feed Frostwolf Clan's wounded soldiers and old and weak soldiers. My brother still has some courage. He must have formed a final line of defense in Worgol to resist us.

He wants to use this suicidal obstruction to buy time for his people. This is how Frostwolf Clan and Warrior were taught, and this is what they can definitely do.

After we break through Worgol, we only need to send people to seal the entrance to Ice Valley. Don't worry, my Warlord and Frostwolf Clan can't escape! Unless they can grow wings and fly from the coast to Nagrand on the other side of the strait, they will have wings and cannot escape!"

"Well, that's it."

Thunderlord Clan's Warlord realized that they did not need Fenris's command, so they dispersed with Wolf Rider and tried to break into Worgol from different directions.

Fenris, as Wolf King, naturally has to bear the responsibility of frontal attack. He roared and led his most fierce and loyal Warrior across the near Worgol Lava River, waving his weapons and brushing the falling snow, rushed into the ancestral land of the Frostwolf Clan. He even saw the weak Frostwolf Clan Warrior guarding the simple fortifications.

He even saw his weak brother standing on the heights of Worgol blowing the war horn.

"Durotan!"

Fenris drove Dire Wolf Charge, and he roared:

"Come out and face me! If you still want your people to survive, then come out! Face your brother! Face Destruction Storm of Frostfire Ridge!"

Durotan also saw his elder brother.

He was leaning on Coldsteel Axe at a high place and coughing. The gray spots had spread to the neck of the strong Orcs Chieftain. The dizziness in his mind made Frostwolf Clan Chieftain feel weak all over, but he still tried hard to keep his body steady.

If he could, he would definitely fight like a real Orcs to compete with Fenris who dared to invade Frostwolf Clan's territory, but at this moment when all traditional Orcss were plotted, he had to use his other "weapon" to face Fenris's provocation.

"Woooooooo"

The desolate sound of the low animal bone horn spread throughout Worgol.

Those Frostwolf Clan Warlords who had been preparing for a fight to the death immediately roared and led the Warriors to fight out. These weak guys were not worth mentioning in the eyes of Thunderlord Wolf Rider. They drank the magic blood and became stronger, while the other party was infected by the plague and became weaker. This was simply a crushing battle.

Fenris thinks so too, wolves should mercilessly eat weak things to make themselves stronger.

"Surrender! Or die!"

Thunderlord Clan's Warlord waved Skull Warhammer to kill Frostwolf Clan Warrior in front of him.

He saw two young Orcss wearing Blackrock Clan battle armors in the crowd. He couldn't understand why Blackrock Clan's cubs were in the Frostwolf Clan's ancestral land, but this was not a problem.

Just kill them all!

He roared and charged forward, swinging the war hammer in a perfect arc.

Ha, it's close, it's close!

A beautiful headshot Execute is about to appear in front of him, and his blood will embellish his achievements. At this moment, he is so powerful that even the sky and the earth seem to be spinning in front of his power.

As the flying head kept rolling, Thunderlord Clan Warlord got his wish and saw the inverted sky and earth, until the ferocious laughing skull hit the ground. When he got up, he saw a strong Ogres high-level centurion, wielding a brutal Beheading Greatsword and frantically killing his own Wolf Rider.

Behind the weak Frostwolf Clan, Ogres King's Guard, who was wearing steel armor and driving a savage war pig, was roaring out with Wizard Head's Battle Standard held high, and the Two-headed Ogre wizard appeared in a flash from high above, condescendingly releasing all kinds of destructive magic.

When?

When did Frostwolf Clan hide such a fierce army in Worgol?

These Ogres sophisticated armors and weapons are even more terrifying than the Ogre Magi Fortress elite warlords, and they carry behind them the Battle Standard I vaguely heard my parents say when I was a child that such Battle Standard came from the far south.

That seems to be a legend about the Ogre Empire.

"Bang"

Dranosh swung his kick and kicked the ferocious Felblood Orcs's head away. The young but brave Warrior held Coldsteel Axe and a protective buckler in his hands, covering his sister and constantly slashing forward.

This isn't his first time fighting.

Having grown up in the brutal Blackrock Clan, he has already made his own achievements, but this is indeed the first time for him to Charge with the Ogress.

To be honest, based on the feud between Orcs and Ogres over the past hundreds of years, Dranosh would rather believe that he might not have woken up, and that all of this, including his father's drinking of demon blood, might be just an absurd dream.

Distraction on the battlefield can be fatal.

When Dranosh turned around, a Bloodlust demon wolf that had lost its owner rushed toward him, but the ferocious beast jumped into the air and was hit by a flying purple Arcane arrow.

The terrifying destructive power tore the demon wolf apart completely, and the smelly blood splashed all over Dranosh.

He turned around and saw Blue Skins who had followed Ogres across the sea. Well, Draenei female Arcane Mage was waving the crystal staff to summon Arcane Abomination to join the battlefield. The rescue just now was just done by her casually.

Wizard Head Mar'gok's "proud disciple" and "traveler" Lelan also noticed the gaze of the young Orcs who was rescued by him.

When she used the advanced Arcane technique of "Super Magic·Copying Runes" taught by her instructor to summon several Arcane Abomination to come forward to kill the enemy, she turned back to Dranosh and showed a gentle smile, and made a gesture that could only be used by the Blackrock Clan internally.

That means "keep fighting."

Well, this magical Draenei Arcane Mage must have learned these things after contacting his own people before.

She's a friend, no doubt about it.

Alas, these warlike Draenei could have become friends of Orcs, but the malicious intentions of Gul'dan and Blackhand made them warlike.

On the other side, under the somewhat guilty gaze of Durotan, Fenris and his Wolf Riders who rushed over were already in a predicament of being surrounded by the brutal King's Guard.

Under the leadership of Mar'gok's generals "Spell Breaker" and Kragor, the elite soldiers of this newly formed "Gorian Expedition" ruthlessly slaughtered Felblood Orcs and their demon wolves in front of them.

The noble Wizard Head was suspended in the air with a violent Arcane Magic lift, waving the head of state's scepter to protect his Warriors.

Although the ancestral "Titanforged Runes" of the Gorian Empire has been cut and polished in the process of making the artifact, the remaining rune fragments still have the pure power of Arcane, and because they have become smaller, they are more suitable for carrying around.

The already powerful Warlord Margok will be wrapped around Arcane Thunder by the reinforced lower body of the four divine casts Rune Stone suspended next to him, just like the heaven Divine Descent.

Gorian Empire's unique "Arcane Super Magic" skill was released at will, causing the entire Worgol's elemental power to scream in fear. King's Guard didn't even need to take action. The Arcane Abomination that was constantly summoned by the "Super Magic Copy Rune" was enough to annihilate this Wolf Rider.

These Arcane Abomination Beast look soft, but the fact that they can be shaped in Material World means that they also have the unique "self-destruction" attribute of elemental creatures, just like walking Arcane Bomb.

In the cruel laughter of the head of state, the six aberrant beasts detonated simultaneously and instantly blew away the Wolf Rider next to Fenris.

Those poor fellows were so dizzy that before they could get up, King's Guard pounced on them and chopped off their heads.

"Orcs! You know nothing about the four words "Destruction Storm"!"

The proud head of state sneered and announced:

"When Gorian Empire's Battle Standard flies again to Frostfire Ridge hundreds of years later, you and your demon master should know that this place no longer belongs to you.

Put down your weapons!

K'ure Alliance will have a place for you in Judgment Court of Shattrath City, pathetic war criminal!"

Ogres King Yuan's ridicule did not make Fenris change his mind. He ferociously cooperated with his magic wolf to knock down several Ogres guards, and then raised his head to look at Durotan who was still standing above the den.

He cursed:

"You weak bitch! Frostwolf Clan has been completely embarrassed by you! How dare you form an alliance with Ogres!? Coward, how afraid must you be of me to find yourself such an ally?"

"I'm not afraid of you at all! Fenris."

Durotan grabbed Frostwolf Clan Battle Standard and cursed:

"Look at yourself! Look at your devilish green skin! You turned yourself into a monster, and you dare to run wild in the place where you were born! You are the one who really embarrasses your father and Jannal.

Ahem, I want it. I want it with my own hands."

"That's enough! Don't mention your stupid "Mak'gora", Durotan at this time."

Mar'gok immediately stopped Durotan from seeking death. The wise and cunning king Two-headed Ogre scolded:

"You are not representing yourself now. As a leader, you should never put your personal likes and dislikes before the interests of the country. What's more, if you are weak now, you should learn to avoid the edge. If you want to fight, there will be more opportunities in the future.

Of course, if you are willing to make a will before you die and leave me the divine ring that should belong to the Frostwolf Clan, I will not be able to let you die."

"Shameless person! A cowardly gangster!"

Seeing that his attempt to provoke Durotan into having a fight with Mak'gora failed, Fenris spat hard on the ground.

He looked around and saw that all the wolf cavalry he had brought with him had fallen into the ambush in this bad land. The legendary shaman Drektar of the Frostwolf clan didn't know where he was hiding, but the polar storm he and his shamans had set off had begun to envelope Vogel.

Thick wind and snow mixed with the cold wind were blowing. If I didn't leave, the Blizzard blockade alone would be enough for me and Warrior to have no way to escape tonight.

"Woooooooo"

Fenris grabbed the horn and blew it, which was the signal to break out.

Those Thunderlord Wolf Rider around who were still fighting hard jumped on their Dire Wolf without hesitation and turned around like the wind. Thunderlord Clan claimed to be a wolf pack and would not fight to the end for the sake of a temporary victory. They were more like a group of cunning opportunists. At this time, they bumped into the anvil of Worgol and could not win here, so they naturally had to stop their losses and retreat in time.

But what surprised Fenris was that his retreat and breakout went very smoothly.

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Neither Durotan nor that Wizard Head had any intention of pursuing him. They watched him disappear with Wolf Rider into the already blown Polar Storm as if to say goodbye.

This makes Fenris feel uneasy, but now Worgol must evacuate in time.

Just when they broke out of the heavy snowstorm of the polar storm summoned by Drek'Thar and returned to the Cracked Plains, following the vigilant howl of the demon wolf, Fenris Wolfmaine, who had just taken a breath, raised his head and saw a huge two-headed flying dragon-headed beast flapping its wings and flying down from high altitude.

A strong old Orcs, holding a Gronn beast bone war spear, with ferocious chains wrapped around his waist and arms, and wearing clan armor, was driving a flying dragon and was staring at him with cold eyes.

Just like a hungry beast locking its eyes on panicked prey.

"Mok'Nathal. Leoroxx?"

Fenris's tone was full of bitterness at this moment.

He finally realized why Durotan let him go. What was the real killer move?

"Bang"

Mok'Nathal's old Chieftain jumped down from the flying dragon, causing the permanently frozen ground to crack. He stood up, and in the collision of the chains that strangled Ogre Warlord, he raised his war spear and pointed it at Fenris, saying:

"My people and I owe Thunderlord Clan a favor. I will never forget Battle of Blood River's friendship."

"So will you let me go?"

Fenris asked, Leoroxx shook his head and said:

"The beast has no tradition of giving up its prey, but I will keep you alive! I will let the Battle Standard of the Thunderlord Clan fly forever, whether facing Mar'gok or on the Judgment seat of Shattrath City.

Take it easy, Iron Wolf!"

"You want Frostfire Ridge's children to surrender without a fight in this permanently frozen land? Haha, you are overthinking."

Fenris jumped off his Dire Wolf and patted the loyal beast on the head. He also raised his animal bone halberd and ignored the falling Two-Headed Wyvern above his head and those extremely brave Mok'Nathal people who slaughtered his own Wolf Riders like a hunter.

He finally saw Old Whiteclaw also falling on the frozen soil not far away.

Old Whiteclaw was also infected with Red Scourge. He was coughing weakly, but at this moment, like a witness, he threw White Claw's Battle Standard and inserted it into the frozen soil with a bang.

"Whiteclaw Clan is gone."

Zargrel said painfully:

"Frostfire Ridge's inheritance is missing another one, Fenris, if you really care about your wolf pack, surrender, if you still have a glimmer of honor to speak of."

In this regard, Fenris's choice was to pick up the halberd and kill Leoroxx.

He knew he couldn't win, and the guy in front of him was simply a monster, but this was no reason for him to admit defeat. He never thought that he had done anything wrong, and naturally he did not lack the courage to bear all the costs for his decision.

Come on, let's fight.

Like a real Orcs

"Bang"

In the cold wind of Dispersion's Polar Storm, Leoroxx threw Fenris, who was covered in blood, at the feet of Durotan.

Frostwolf Clan Chieftain looked at his elder brother who had at least one-third of his bones broken. He felt sad for a moment but did not want the guests to see the joke, so he personally dragged Fenris Wolfbrother, who was almost "chopped", to Drek'Thar for treatment.

As a war criminal, Fenris will be sent to Judgment Court of the K'ure Alliance. Draenei will definitely not kill him, but his eldest brother may have to spend the rest of his life as a prisoner.

For him, this is definitely an ending more painful than death.

After Durotan left, only Wizard Head and old Orcs Leoroxx were left in the Chieftain camp of Worgol who still had a fighting spirit.

Mar'gok is sitting on a chair, admiring the tribute that Frostwolf Clan "presented" to the king. It is very interested in Elemental Froststeel, a specialty of Frostfire Ridge, and is playing with Frost Steel Battle Blade.

Its disciple, Lelan, who is also the "observer" of the K'ure Alliance, stood aside, holding a record book to record the scene in front of him.

Because of the unique relationship between the Mok'Nathal Clan and Ogres, Lelan confirmed that tonight's conversation will definitely become a "secret incident" that can be recorded in the history of Draenor, and she is the witness of the One.

It's such a great feeling to be personally involved in history!

But Mok'Nathal people are all boring people. Leoroxx, who was once the slave of another Ogre Shaman head of state, has no good impression of Ogres. He looked at Mar'gok indifferently, waiting for the other party to speak.

Wizard Head is not going to waste time.

It will be completely immersed in the glory of regaining Ogre Magi Fortress and the desire for power to get a World Artifact. It does not intend to waste too much energy on the Mok'Nathal Clan, so it directly said to the silent old Orcs:

"You have been free from the Battle of Blood River for so many years, why do you still only have so little?"

"This has nothing to do with you!"

Leoroxx responded coldly:

"If you have something to say, get out of here! Before I strangle you to death!"

"Haha, bad temper, I like it."

Mar'gok laughed and stood up. Its three eyes stared at Leoroxx in front of it, deeply shocked by the unique "creativity" of its "cousin" Korgolok.

The Mok'Nathal man in front of him has perfectly inherited the anger and dexterity of Orcs and the robustness and brute strength of Ogres. It is a perfect fusion of the blood of the two races. If Gorian Empire was in its heyday, such an "invention" would be enough to make it the most glorious and greatest Ogre Warlord.

Unfortunately or fortunately, that very creative guy was strangled to death by his own creation.

This is even better.

"It's not like you haven't tried mating with other Orcss in an attempt to produce offspring, but I guess all efforts have failed."

Wizard Head said softly:

"You have been living alone in the world all these years and only intermarrying among yourself because this is how you the One can reproduce. My cousin Korgolok was strangled to death by you before your creation was completely finished, Leoroxx.

It can be said that you personally destroyed the possibility of your people's prosperity."

"There's nothing wrong with it being gone!"

Old Orcs replied as smelly and hard as a stone in a latrine:

"Monsters should never have existed in the first place!"

"But life always finds a way."

Wizard Head stretched out a thick finger with a gorgeous seal and waved it. Its two heads showed a smiling expression and said:

"I can help unlock the "Breeding Lock" in your body. The premise is that I have to find the information left by Korgolok when creating you in Ogre Magi Fortress. I can save you from the end of extinction.

I can invite you to join Gorian Empire and become a branch of the nobility.

If you want, I can even grant you the right to inherit the throne of "Wizard Head".

Just as I preach, Gorian Empire noble "Hunting Duke" Leoroxx, I can give you everything you need, but you must bring your own strength and talent to Highmaul, Consecration for the revival of the empire, and become my "Hand of the King"!

Well, I won't hide my appreciation for you.

Perhaps perfect hybrids like you are the future of the Gorian Empire. After all, pure Ogres is too stupid, and that is a stubborn disease that even Apexis Crystal cannot cure."

"Are you dreaming about riding a horse?"

Leoroxx looked at Mar'gok like he was looking at an idiot, and he cursed:

"I broke free from the shackles and found my freedom. Do you think your whims can convince me to enter the prison again? Take your promise and get out, Mok'Nathal will never be a slave."

"Yes, yes, I believe your oath comes from the heart."

Wizard Head laughed, spread its hands and said:

"However, you cannot make decisions for your people. Just as I didn't tell you just now, I used rune magic to announce our conversation to all your people.

Well, it's the king's little "privilege".

Go and return to your herd, my dear Hunting Duke. If you are unwilling to accept this honor, then so be it. I just hope that you will not prevent your people from embracing the call of the empire.

I heard you have a son who is better than you, right?

I guess that the child who is fiercely loyal and cares more about the future of the herd than you will one day understand and accept my call. As the leader of the Gorian Empire, I have a lot of time to wait. I believe that the lost wanderers will eventually return to their homes.

But now, let's talk about something more practical."

The head of state took out a carefully crafted Hunting Battle Halberd mixed with Gronn animal bones and Apexis Crystal from his luggage, and threw it to old Orcs. The latter took it in his hand and wanted to throw it away, but the next moment he heard Mar'gok say to him:

"I want to conquer Ogre Magi Fortress!

I want to take Ogre Magi and Bloodmaul Ogre back to Highmaul. You were born in that fortress, and you have claim rights there. Therefore, as the leader of the Gorian Empire the One, I give you the ownership rights of Ogre Magi Fortress.

It's up to you whether you want to rent that fortress to the Frostwolf Clan or Whiteclaw Clan in the future, but now, I need you to follow Battle Standard of the Gorian Empire and go out with me.

The rebellious Battle Standard of Dota will be burned forever!

So, old Beast Master, do you want to go back with me to the place where you were born?

In the name of allies, not subordinates."

At this moment, Leoroxx really wanted to hit those two hateful faces of Mar'gok with his fine halberd, but he did not do so in the end.

Just because old Chieftain is dull doesn't mean he's stupid.

He knew that Mar'gok came well prepared, and he also knew clearly that after Wizard Head extended an invitation to Mok'Nathal, one day someone from Mok'Nathal would accept it and become a member of the Ogre Empire.

My own people long for identity!

This is something that Leoroxx cannot stop, and Mar'gok is willing to give Mok'Nathal people a family and has the temptation of high-ranking officials, generous salaries, and normal breeding of the tribe. This is enough for those young people who are passionate and eager to serve their tribe Consecration to find too many reasons to convince themselves.

But he didn't bother to stop it.

Just because something he doesn't want doesn't mean it's worthless. If others want it, just go get it with your own hands.

For example, my own son.

"Hunting Duke" Rexxar or "King of Gorian" Rexxar, this also sounds very majestic, doesn't it?

As for Ogre Magi Fortress, Leoroxx does have many, many things that he wants to accomplish there.

So, he took a deep breath and said:

"Then let's go, Mok'Nathal people really should go back "home" to see."