Good News Is Durotan Won't Be Assassinated, Bad News Is Orgrim Doomhammer Gets That Treatment

"Orgrim Doomhammer Warlord, following the instructions of Great Chieftain, I am here to temporarily take over your command. You should return to the front line Talador immediately. Great Chieftain said he has several "personal questions" to ask you."

Frostfire Ridge, Cracked Plains In the Blackrock Clan Burning Legion station in the east, "Blood Axe 0" came by Two-Headed Wyvern "Brox·Saurfang said with a serious face to High Overseer in front of him. The latter was sitting in the camp sorting out the roster but seemed not surprised by this order.

However, this conversation was heard by the guards outside the camp. They looked at each other and then quietly touched their weapons.

As Orgrim Doomhammer Warlord's closest confidants, they cannot allow their Warlord to be taken away like this.

Although most Orcs Warrior prefer to let their muscles replace their brains so that their brains, which are overwhelmed by the demonic blood, can take a break, they have also heard about the recent series of personnel changes within War Horde.

Shadow Council is becoming more and more powerful, and the former loyalist Warlord is being squeezed out.

Orgrim Warlord If he goes back to Great Chieftain, will he be able to pay it back? What if he harms Shadow Council's Warlocks?

The actions of the guards were also noticed by Brox, but the powerful Orcs Warrior did not have much stress reaction. On the contrary, he just stood beside Orgrim and watched the other party pick up the compiled roster and hand it to him.

There was no wave on Orgrim's big brown face with a hint of green. He pushed the animal skin roster to Brox and whispered:

"You are Blackrock Clan's loyal friend, so I don't need to emphasize too much. There are some new Blackrock Orcs who have joined Burning Legion in this booklet. None of them drank Demon Blood, and I made them into hard laborers to collect supplies in the rear area.

Hide them well and don't get discovered by the two tough guys Rend and Maim.

They were sent by me to attack Ogre Magi. They are fighting happily now. Alas, they can be happy as long as they have enemies. Sometimes I really envy their brains.

In short, Brox, take good care of our people."

"I won't let your hard work go in vain."

Blood Axe carefully received the roster and whispered:

"Gul'dan has slandered Great Chieftain. I tried my best to defend you and Eitrigg Warlord, but in terms of playing with words, the ten of me combined are not Gul'dan. Fortunately for E's opponent, Great Chieftain also deposed Gul'dan's Shadow Council leader from power and handed over his Stormreaver Clan to others.

He's marginalized now, but the bastard seems to be plotting other things secretly.

You must be careful when you go to the front line. Recently, several subordinates Warlord have died inexplicably on the battlefield."

"Has the situation gotten this bad?"

Orgrim frowned, put the Doomhammer at hand behind his back, and said:

"Shadow Council has his hands in the army?"

"It's because of the demon blood, Orgrim.

The Orcs Warrior who drank the demonic blood are bellicose and violent. They cannot listen to any instructions to wait, and instead will be more susceptible to the evil magic of the Warlocks. The Warlords have worked very hard to restrain the soldiers, but don't forget, they also drank the demonic blood."

Brox sighed and said:

"Great Chieftain didn't realize that the situation was out of control. He was enjoying War Horde's victory in conquering cities and territories. Judging from the paper alone, Frostfire Ridge, Talador and Shadowmoon Valley has fallen into our hands, plus the Nataan Jungle and Gorgrond wilderness already in our hands, Horde has successfully occupied two-thirds of this continent without suffering too many casualties!

He is about to win, but the prerequisite is to defeat Shattrath City, so this is what Great Chieftain is most concerned about at the moment.

However, even I can see that Horde's successive victories are only due to the contraction of the K'ure Alliance and the influence of Magic Plague. The opponent has already clenched his fist, waiting to punch us in the face.

Once we lose in this decisive battle, everything will be lost.

The good news for the One is that Black Wolf God's beliefs are very popular among Warriors, which allows Great Chieftain, as the incarnation of Black Wolf God, to still have enough power to control the situation by relying on the newly promoted Wolf Spirit Priests.

But you and I both know this is a fragile balance.

Great Chieftain's majesty is built on its past reputation, and it only takes one failure to shatter it."

"Indeed, the situation is very bad, but I will find a way."

Orgrim nodded, and he told the tall Orcs in front of him:

"Fenris took his Wolf Rider to attack Frostwolf Clan. Maybe there will be news back soon. If he wins, you will lead people to withdraw Gorgrond. If he loses, let Rend and Maim control Thunderlord Clan!

But don't act rashly after that."

Brox hesitated for a moment. He understood the subtext of Orgrim. After a few seconds of silence, "Blood Axe" Warlord asked in a low voice:

"Orgrim, are you loyal to Great Chieftain?"

"Great Chieftain is kind to me, and he is the commander-in-chief of Horde. He is the symbol of Orcs. How could I have second thoughts?"

Orgrim walked out of the camp and said without looking back:

"But no matter how strong a person is, there will be times when he is fragile, and no matter how wise a person is, there will be times when he needs help. Great Chieftain cannot count on Shadow Council to bring him victory again and again. After the Warlocks have caused such great disasters, you and I will use facts to prove that we are the loyal ministers Great Chieftain needs most.

Most importantly, we have to protect our people.

Those who voluntarily became the devil's minions deserve to die, but those Orcs who were coerced, aren't they the people? Wait for my news, Brox, I promise you that I will do my best.

In addition, those two Warrior have gone where they should go, there is no need to worry about their future."

"Hmm."

These words made Brox's tight heart relax, and then he arranged for his bodyguards to escort Orgrim Doomhammer to the Talador front line.

But after Two-Headed Wyvern took off against the wind and snow, and when he left Cracked Plains and entered Thunder Pass, Orgrim suddenly turned to look at Warrior who was escorting him, and he said:

"Which clan are you from?"

"Laughing Skull Clan, Warlord, I am from the Laughing Skull Clan, and I was valued by Great Chieftain to become his personal guard."

Warrior, who was wearing a visor, said in a deep voice:

"Please don't worry, my brothers and I will escort you back to where you should go."

"Oh? But I heard that your Chieftain"Screamer"Kaz and Shadow Council are very close, although he does not completely rely on Gul'dan, but he took the initiative to drink Demon Blood, so did he give you any orders, such as letting a "troublesome guy" like me get into trouble halfway and then blame Blue Skins?"

"You know too much! Do it!"

"Bang"

A few minutes later, Orgrim Doomhammer got up with difficulty, but due to weakness, he fell next to Two-Headed Wyvern's body that fell on the Thunder Pass ridge. Around him were the bodies of the guards who were supposed to "protect" him.

Those guys who are enhanced by magic energy are very troublesome, but they underestimate the power of Doomhammer.

Orgrim was covering his waist, where a strange-looking dagger was inserted, as if it was made of green crystal. He could feel that it began to "melt" after it was inserted into his flesh and blood.

Damn it!

It must be the work of the devil.

Even if Gul'dan was removed from the position of leader of Shadow Council, those Warlock who had been united had no intention of letting such a "troublesome" guy like him return to Great Chieftain alive.

But Brox Safarul is not a fool. Warrior who can be taken by his side and entrusted with important tasks is absolutely trustworthy. At least they will absolutely obey Brox in other matters. is the only one who will obey Shadow Council's assassination instructions. It is conceivable how many Shadow Council's informants are around Great Chieftain.

At this time, Blackhand is just like a "super-large professional werewolf player", but can he really tell who is trustworthy around him?

"Horse riding! How did Orcs become like this?"

Orgrim pulled out the vicious dagger and threw it on the corpse next to him. He stood up with his war hammer and looked around. Relying on the legendary Warrior's physique to temporarily suppress the poison, he limped down the ridge and planned to find a post to rest first, and then go to find Eitrigg.

That guy's brain is very good, but his physical strength is a bit inferior. If Eitrigg also encounters such troubles as himself, it is unlikely that the old guy will survive.

But before walking very far, Orgrim felt a sudden spin.

His foot slipped and he tumbled down the ridge from a high place. If a dead tree hadn't stopped him, this "cordless bungee jump" would have been so exciting that it would have reached the sky.

High Overseer smashed into a ball of falling snow. Fel's poison took effect too quickly, making his whole body weak and unable to move. Just when the world in front of him became blurry, he saw a familiar figure jumping out of the shadows not far away and walking quickly towards him.

The ferocious fist blade on that guy's arm represents his identity.

"Kargath?"

Orgrim felt threatened, and he struggled to hold on to his war hammer.

The visitor is the number one assassin of War Horde. Every Orcs has heard of the brutal and chaotic style of the Shattered Hand Clan. If he encounters this guy at this time, he may be doomed.

"Put down your war hammer, Orgrim. I am not interested in your head today, and Shattrath City's bounty on you is not enough to impress me."

Shattered Hand Chieftain Kargath, who has the most top-notch assassination and fighting skills among Orcs Chieftain, as well as the coolest and most elegant long black hair among all Orcs, stood at a safe distance and sarcastically said:

"Many people have entrusted me to save your life. In their eyes, you, a weak guy, seem to be the one who the One can turn the tide in this bad situation. Just like Gul'dan has gathered the shadow of War Horde, those diehards who disobey Warlock's rule have miraculously united under your banner.

So here I am.

Your poison is very tricky. I haven't seen it before, but it seems to be a new type of poison that works so violently. It is most likely specifically effective against Warrior like you.

Well, I get it."

The master assassin looked at the wounds under Orgrim's armor. He sneered a few times and said:

"This is the Fel toxin that the Warlocks specially prepared for that troublesome Vigilant. It is a gift from their demon master. You are just a "test subject" before it is put to real use. Fortunately, there is still hope.

I have to cut out this piece of your flesh, please bear with me!"

"Ugh!"

Under the icy and snowy ridge, the madman Kargath was giving first aid to Orgrim like a mad doctor. High Overseer endured the pain and whispered:

"But why are you here? Are you here for Ogre Warlord?"

"Huh, sure enough, Gul'dan's accusation against you is not nonsense. You know a lot of things but you hid it from Great Chieftain. This is not the behavior of a loyal minister."

Kargath did not deny this speculation. The vicious, cruel and insidious master assassin Orcs casually said:

"Mar'gok, who looks wild but is actually cunning, found himself a "bodyguard" as soon as he arrived at Frostfire Ridge. In front of a three-nosed dog like Leoroxx, even if I take risks, I will only bring humiliation to myself.

What's more, I actually didn't hate the time I spent in Highmaul Arena.

Ah, after all these years, I am still proud of my title of "King of Fighters".

Although I don't like your behavior, we have common interests in fighting Shadow Council.

You see, Ogre Warlord only imprisoned our bodies, but we still have a chance to escape, but those Warlocks intend to wrap the chains around our souls for their demon masters

Orgrim, I have shackles on my hands. I can cut off my hands, but how can I find freedom when my soul is on a leash?

Shattered Hand Clan will never be a slave!

We will kill anyone who wants us to be slaves!"

"Eitrigg"

Orgrim fell into drowsiness under the influence of a certain drug injected into him by Kargath. Before he passed out, he grabbed Kargath's hand and said:

"Go save him!"

"Don't worry, Eitrigg is smarter than you. He has a guard around him. He does the same thing as you, but he saves his life more than you. Orgrim, I really don't know whether you are brave or Recklessness, hum."

"Pure Fel is mixed with Living Wood Plague and molded into the shape of energy crystal. Once inserted into the human body, it will immediately release the poison. The good news is that this poison is not fatal. The bad news is that because it does not pursue death, its debilitating effects are longer and more vicious."

Diakum looked at the Fel jade dagger in his hand. He looked at the Shadow Council assassin who was holding it in his hand and had his limbs and three ribs broken, and said:

"Is this a "gift" specially prepared for me by Gul'dan? How did he know that I would come to Gorgrond, and actually sent you to ambush here? But I am very curious, since it is to ambush me, why not let Kargath come?

Just because you want to take my head?"

Shadow Council assassin, who was held in Holy Gun's hand, was now in despair. Even if he was wearing a mask, he could see the confusion in his scarlet eyes.

But unfortunately, in order not to leak the information, the tongues of these assassins were pulled out. Diakum didn't bother to ask anymore, and released the holy fire to burn him to ashes. Turning around, Maraad also executed several shadow assassins who were "driven" out of the shadows by Garona.

Just when Diakum was wondering about the "predictions" of these Orcs assassins, his "granddaughter" rushed over from not far away, holding a half-burned animal skin roll in her hand.

"Saint, these assassins did not ambush us! They just happened to be encountered by us. Their real target is someone else."

Garona handed the remains of the animal skin roll in his hand to Dick, who took it in his hand and took a look. Although most of the text had been destroyed, he could still see the words "Eitrigg" in it.

"Are they planning to ambush Blackrock Clan Warlord Eitrigg here? Has the political struggle within War Horde risen to the level of personal destruction?

Tsk, so cruel and cruel, it seems that the spiritual civilization construction of everyone under Great Chieftain Blackhand is really bad."

Vigilant raised his eyebrows.

He felt a little bit amused. He was marching in the Gorgrond wilderness looking for the entrance to Evergrowth Woods, but he didn't expect that by some strange combination of circumstances, he was blocked by a Green Skins Warlord.

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But Eitrigg

"Since they are here, it means High Overseer Eitrigg will pass by here soon, Saint, how about we"

Garona licked his tongue, stretched out his hand and made a "cut down" motion.

Although the upright Maraad doesn't like assassinations, the situation has now officially entered a life-or-death situation of mutual destruction. For the safety of the tribe and Shattrath City, killing a Orcs High Overseer here is also an option.

Dick was also a little moved, but then he shook his head regretfully and said:

"How can we have so much time to play house games with Green Skins Orcs now? We have been searching for a day and must find the entrance to Evergrowth Woods as soon as possible. Every extra minute of delay will make the situation of Shattrath City more dangerous.

Count Eitrigg as lucky, and may Holy Light bless his soul."

"Indeed, compared to a Green Skins head, the safety of the clan is the most important thing."

Maraad looked around the assassin ambush area destroyed by Holy Light, and all he saw was an endless wilderness. Gorgrond, as the birthplace of Orcs civilization, was too vast. The hills and ridges here spread everywhere to form a quite complex surface environment and an equally complex underground tunnel system.

In such an environment, if there are no "locals" to guide the way, let alone finding the target accurately, even not getting lost is a luxury.

What's even worse is that, perhaps because of its proximity to Draenor Heart of Life, this land is filled with jungle scenes intertwined with tall trees and spreading shrubs. Life Force is visible to the naked eye, and it is difficult to tell where the damn Heart of Life is.

Although the innate Beast Speaker Rexxar led the way, Rexxar had only heard the call of World Heart, and this was his first attempt to find the source of the sound.

"Are you sure that the tiger man "Kalash"·Goldmane you sent to Gorgrond before can be used? It looks glib and does not seem to be able to do anything."

Garona whispered:

"Although Gorgrond does have a large number of Blade Tooth Tiger-Man gangs running rampant in the local area, there is no diplomatic contact between the Khajiit Horde. Goldmane is the Khajiit of Spires of Arak, and it has little reputation here."

"The tiger people have been here for a long time. As early as when Blackrock Clan was first established, Blade Tooth Tiger-Man was already robbing families here. They are real local snakes."

Diakum explained:

"All we need are clues. As long as we have a rough direction, Rexxar can successfully find Evergrowth Woods's location. That is the blessed place of Life Force, and the natural wilderness is its best disguise.

If it doesn't want to be discovered, we will try our best to find the door and get in."

"The tiger man is back! Saint."

Maraad pointed at a distance and shouted. The three of them immediately stepped forward, and the panting Kalash Goldmane also fell down from the branch that kept jumping.

Bloodmane Tiger-Man, who had previously saved a dog's life in Spires of Arak by Vigilant, is a powerful character. He does what he says and takes Bloodmane Valley tiger people who are willing to follow him to Talador became the "Warrior of the Holy Covenant". Although they were wild and untamed and had bandit habits, their fearless tactics in the face of Orcs also gave Shattrath City, which currently had no defense, valuable support.

The most important thing is that Khajiit will not be infected by Red Scourge, which makes them the sentinels that Shattrath needs most.

Kalash Goldmane is a pursuing tiger man Chieftain. When Diakum came to Gorgrond to look for Life Holy Land, it volunteered to come over in advance to investigate.

This "Haki Tiger" with an exaggerated Golden British Shorthair is cunning to the naked eye. It seems to be sure that following the kind Vigilant will lead to something to eat, so it works very hard when doing things.

Of course, Draenei has always been generous to his friends, so Goldmane, who used to wear a piece of skin for the first half of his life, now wears a set of Draenei style hunting light armor, and two crystal claw blades as weapons.

Not to mention, the Khajiit's strong physique and streamlined muscle lines make them quite majestic when wearing light armor, at least they look quite majestic.

"Vigilant, I asked about that mysterious place from the local tiger people. The local tiger people's old man Witch Doctor told me to go northeast from here and there is a mysterious oasis in the barren wilderness.

It is guarded by the powerful Primal Thornbeast giant. If Heart of Life exists in this world, then there is a high probability that it is there!

The powerful Beast Speaker hunter has already gone over there, and he also said that the direction is consistent with the direction he heard the calling of the world, and it should be there."

"Very good."

Diakum nodded, and was about to take action when he saw Kalash Goldmane push its helmet and said:

"In addition, the local Khajiit's best hunter master "Sun Claw" discovered a group of Orc Warlock sneakily digging for something in another direction a few days ago. The Khajiit's Witch Doctor also saw several nearby Gronn being attracted in that direction.

They suspect that Orc Warlock may have dug up the legendary "artifact"!"

"Huh? Artifact?"

Garona said in surprise:

"I haven't heard of any artifacts in Gorgrond. There are indeed many powerful creatures here, but artifacts"

"Yes!"

Kalash Goldmane shook his big tail seriously and said:

"Witch Doctor, the eldest local tiger man, told me that according to legend, there was once an extremely powerful Magnaron who was hunted and killed by the dangerous Primal Thornbeast in the valley. Its spine turned into hills, its head turned into mountains, and its heart was buried deep underground and became an artifact.

Gorgrond Gronn people never dare to approach here in the wilderness, so the tiger people can develop and grow here.

The old Witch Doctor said that this story was passed down from his grandfather's grandfather's grandfather. We tiger people can live for a long time, so it was at least a thousand years ago.

At that time, Orcs was still the slave of Ogres. They knew nothing about the legend of artifacts."

"So, that artifact can allow Orc Warlock to control Gronn?"

Maraad said in a solemn tone:

"Whether it is true or not, we must not let that thing fall into the hands of War Horde! Their advantage is already great enough."

"But Saint is going to Evergrowth Woods, which is the other direction."

Garona said:

"We don't have time to waste!"

"You two go."

Diakum waved his hand and said:

"Both things are important, and we also have 'number advantage'."

He looked back at Kalash Goldmane and said in a serious tone:

"Goldmane, as Chieftain of Bloodmane Valley, you are determined to win a seat for your people in the K'ure Alliance, but you must understand that although we Draenei welcome all races that protect order, Both Ogres and Orcs have the tradition of "strength is the most important", and there have been many conflicts in history between you and Arakkoa. Therefore, in order to ensure the long-term peace and stability of the tiger people, perhaps you should take the initiative to assume more responsibilities within the covenant to fight for your right to speak.

What I mean is that the loose social system of the tiger people should be reunited, at least to form a unity similar to Horde, so that you can preserve your own territory in the increasingly competitive world of Draenor.

The Tiger people should also have a "Great Chieftain", which is called "Blade Tooth King" in your tradition.

I am not suggesting that you launch a war of conquest. After all, the Khajiit have their own culture. You can build your Alliance in a softer way. For example, the local Khajiit are afraid of the abnormal movements of Gronn. If they can't come up with a solution, then it is you who should take the lead in solving this hidden danger for them, so as to gain merit for you."

Having said this, Diakum took out the wooden box containing Ring of Draenor's Power, opened it and said to Goldmane:

"Look, all members of the K'ure Alliance race will enjoy these Guardian God Rings. You are also one of us. You may not be able to compete with the big races to get the main artifact ring, but the number of secondary rings is enough!

We Ancient Eredar will leave Draenor one day, but our children were born here and they will consider this place their home.

They will stay, but at that time the number and strength of Draenei will not be enough to ensure long-term stability in the K'ure Alliance. At that time, the opportunity for the Khajiit to become the original race of Draenor will come.

I promise you!

If that day comes, then the Guardian God Rings and the secondary ring in the hands of Draenei will be shared with the "Blade Tooth King" of you tiger people. I can only say this, if I go on, Holy Light will accuse me of "incitement".

Go ahead.

Use your eloquence and ingenuity to mobilize the local tigers to help Maraad and Garona seize the artifact! We would rather destroy it than let it fall into the hands of Orc Warlock."

"What a supreme promise, kind and generous Vigilant."

Goldmane looked greedily at the artifact in the box in front of him. It was not that his barbaric tribesmen did not understand its real power. As a tiger who inherited the title of "Kalash", this kid has been smart since he was a child.

It realized that the opportunity was in front of it and never intended to let it slip away. It turned around and rushed out to find the leader of the local tiger people to discuss it. If it didn't work, he would seize power!

Anyway, the Khajiit clan has a similar tradition. Their herds can only prosper if they are led by strong men.

After Goldmane left, Garona praised:

"Saint, your gesture of promising and beguiling is simply more skillful than Gul'dan. You were born to do this! You are worthy of being the Priest who can guide the soul."

"Do you also think I'm trying to trick you?"

Diakum shook his head and said:

"No, kid, I'm serious. After we leave, Yrel, as the leader of the Draenei Clan, must learn to maintain contact between himself and the tiger people. This is the One a race that has not yet been civilized in the Draenor world, but they have great potential.

If you want to make the world peaceful and stable, you must hold a sharp sword in hand. We Draenei Clan do not harm others, but we must guard against other people's hot-headedness.

Assist the Tigers to establish history, guide and help them, make them an important force in maintaining the world, and lead them on the right path of Defender"

"I have a question, Saint."

Maraad hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice:

"If Arakkoa can Lightforging, can the Khajiit do it? Can Orcs do it?"

"With all due respect, you are thinking a very dangerous idea."

Diakum looked at Maraad with surprised eyes and said:

"Theoretically, all beings who can understand Holy Light Doctrine and have kind thoughts in their hearts can accept Lightforging, but I hope you don't do it unless you have to. The dangers you have to face when walking into the light are no worse than resisting Fel or the void.

You cannot control this kind of fanaticism.

In addition, don't let little Yrel hear your "bold idea". This world is already very difficult, don't make it more difficult."

"Speaking of Yrel"

Garona played with the dagger and whispered to his grandpa Saint:

"I'm sure she has secrets to hide from you. She was hesitant several times but finally."

"I know."

"Huh? Then why."

"I believe she won't have any dark secrets, such as dangerous ideas like planning the famous Lightforging world. I'm just waiting for her to take the initiative to say it out, and I have some confidence in Warrior of Light. Garona, now, it's time for you to hunt for that artifact."