"The two new Lightforged need some time to adapt to their own strength. We are going to Tanaan Jungle immediately to attack the entrenched demons. There are many enemies for Maraad and Yrel to practice!
Don't delay any longer, we'll set off immediately!"
Diakum had almost no rest. After taking care of the two children to wake up from the difficult Trial of Virtue, this veritable Draenei war leader was ready to launch a "Demon-Slaying Crusade".
Faced with the suggestion of Diakum, the elder Archon's Seal who had already accepted Kil'jaeden and was established as the "third largest ruler of the Draenei Clan", neither old Velen nor Hutton objected.
They all believe that the stranded demons in Tanaan Jungle are indeed a big problem. According to the investigation of the rangers and Arakkoas, in the past few days, a steady stream of demons have entered Draenor from there. The Fel pollution caused by their gathering has caused the largest jungle in Draenor to begin to wither regionally.
The other members of the K'ure Alliance are still advancing steadily in war mode under the command of General Jayde, but the "new members" Spriggans can't stand it anymore.
They are directly connected to Life Force of Draenor, and they can clearly feel that the demons are killing the world. If other groups do not move to join this natural "wild hunting", then Evergreen Father is likely to go alone, leading the Spriggans who cannot stand the pollution into the jungle to fight.
In fact, it already does that.
A few minutes later, around the central round table of Holy Light Dome, the leaders of the K'ure Alliance who were called to gather here heard quite outrageous rumors from the mouth of Fireblade Blademasters who had just returned.
"Tanaan Jungle is alive! It has become a nightmare."
The dusty Burning Blade Clan generation Chieftain Samuro said seriously to the leaders who were looking at him:
"Last night when my tribe and I retreated, we saw with our own eyes those activated trees fighting demons. Those ferocious vines would silently attack the lower demons, strangle them and then drag their corpses under the roots. Those harmless flowers also began to release sleeping pollen aimed at demons, and the spikes on the roots of any plant grew toxins.
New Spriggans and Podlings are born from the bush almost every second.
The demons roaming the jungle are completely defenseless. Once they are shot by paralyzing poisonous arrows, what awaits them is a plant execution and massacre.
I even saw the wild Primal Thornbeast and the powerful Magnaron teaming up with Fel Forging Camp to trample the demons. It was incredible. They should have been absolute mortal enemies. In the past, they would have fought to the death when they met in the wilderness of Gorgrond, but now they are united together.
Spriggans and the tiger people cooperate very well, just like the temporary reconciliation between the thorn beast and Magnaron.
Yorin Death-Eye also brought Bleeding Hollow Orcs of the Mag'har Clan back to their jungle and seized their ancestral land. With Blood Ring Hunter leading the way, those tiger people killed the demons without mercy."
"This is as it should be."
Wizard Head Mar'gok, who was wiping his beloved baby god ring with a silk handkerchief, glanced at the silent father of Spriggans opposite, hiding his greed for the "Marus the Blood Drinker" on Spriggans's finger, and said softly:
"Magnaron is the direct descendant of Lord Gronn, the spirit of creation. Although they are barbaric and chaotic, they are Titan Construct after all. The hatred for the Fel demon is engraved in their souls.
They are also part of the guarding force of this world. At this time, under the call of World Will, they will naturally go with the tenacious mortal Warrior.
But I am more concerned about the situation in the jungle. Tanaan Jungle is not only full of demons now, but Demon Blood Horde is also hiding there. The Arakkoa scouts sent from various places are sending back news one after another. Blackrock Clan and Thunderlord Clan, who captured Frostfire Ridge, are disappearing mysteriously.
I suspect that they may want to join forces with the devil to fight against us!"
"That's not true."
Samuro shook his head and said:
"I took the risk to conduct a close inspection of War Horde's fortress at midnight yesterday. I found that Green Skins from each clan were restrained in the camps around the fortress. They had no intention of fighting the devil together.
And although there is no evidence, I think an important leadership change may have occurred within War Horde!
The flag of Great Chieftain Blackhand was taken down and replaced by a black and red Battle Standard representing Horde, but no personal emblem could be seen, which is not in line with Great Chieftain Blackhand's style."
"Huh?"
This news made all the leaders including Diakum frown, and Frostwolf Clan's Chieftain Durotan shook his head and said bluntly:
"This is impossible! At the end of the war a few days ago, I saw with my own eyes that Orgrim Doomhammer rescued Blackhand from the battlefield. That tyrant returned to his territory safely. How could he be suddenly overthrown?
With Blackhand's character, he would definitely not turn it into a silent situation if he encountered such a provocation."
"No need to guess randomly, Orgrim Doomhammer defeated Blackhand with a Mak'gora and took the position of Great Chieftain from him. Now War Horde except for the two spineless lunatic clans Laughing Skull Clan and Bonechewer Clan, all other clans are under his command."
Griselda Blackhand's voice sounded next to her. She was still wearing a bandage and was limping when she walked. She was supported by Gaiara and walked over. She threw a roll of animal skin to Durotan. She said to the other leaders:
"This is what Orgrim wrote in the letter. I have always maintained secret contact with him, but this is not a betrayal! I respect the wisdom of that High Overseer and learn from him. My Orthodox Blackrock clan was able to gather the first batch of Warrior with the secret help from Orgrim and Eitrigg.
That guy sent Shattered Hand Clan's assassin to deliver this letter last night, and he made a suggestion to us in the letter."
"Orgrim left all the pure Orcs of the Blackrock Clan under his protection in Frostfire Ridge, and also told us to take in those poor people. In addition, some fanatical Green Skins did not intend to retreat. They stubbornly entrenched themselves in the fortresses of Frostfire Ridge and Gorgrond.
Orgrim also left them to us, he said uncontrolled mobs are a scourge anywhere."
Durotan finished reading the animal skin scroll, sighed and handed it to Velen beside him. He looked at the Draenor mainland topographic map placed on the round table in front of him and said:
"Orgrim also said that War Horde will never make peace with the devil! Green Skins Orcs is not the devil's lackey. He will leave Draenor with War Horde. They will not come back until Green Skins wash away the shame brought by the demon blood.
He hopes we can let them live."
"He's dreaming!"
Before anyone else could speak, they heard young Gaiara say loudly:
"How can Orcs regain dignity in his hometown without cleaning up those shameful the Fallen with his own hands! Father, that demonic blood has contaminated almost half of our people! The backbone of Orcs civilization has been interrupted by those the Fallen, and our vitality has been severely damaged!
If this is the case, how can we still let them escape?"
"Not to mention going to another world."
Wizard Head shook his head with disdain and said:
"The demonic blood makes Green Skins violently violent Bloodlust. They are simply a group of uncontrolled demon wolves. They are a disaster no matter where they go! Young Mag'har Great Prophet is right, and we Gorian Empire will never agree to let Green Skins go.
My city was burned to the ground by them. Ogres will not forget hatred so easily. Highmaul has not yet begun to rebuild. We need slaves. Is there any more suitable slave than the dehumanized Green Skins?
Therefore, those Green Skins stranded in Draenor belong to us, and my Ogres Warrior will be responsible for taking care of them. What awaits them will be the end of working to death under the supervision of Highmaul's slave master.
I promise they won't be a scourge anymore."
"Skyreach agrees with Wizard Head's judgment."
Talon King, who stood with his hands tied, said expressionlessly:
"For such dangerous and self-contaminated enemies, resolute destruction should be carried out for the long-term peace of the world! If they commit crimes and are not punished, then where is the justice of Draenor? Where is the justice of the K'ure Alliance?"
Not to mention Spriggans.
Evergreen Father I wish I could call the piranha with my own hands and eat all the Green Skins Orcs. The Fel on those guys will be contaminated by radiation, and the forests and land wherever they go will wither, making them simply a walking source of pollution.
Velen, Hutton and Diakum exchanged glances, and finally Vigilant spoke on behalf of Draenei:
"We also don't agree to let Green Skins go, and don't pay too much attention to this letter! This is just a delaying tactic sent by Orgrim. He wants to delay time. Don't forget, how can they go to another world if they don't plan to collude with the devil?
I judge that War Horde already has a means to cross the world, maybe it is a secret door, maybe it is something else, and now Green Skins are racing against time to build it.
We must send troops immediately!
Get rid of them before they escape."
"But demons are a big problem. After Demon Blood Horde retreated to defense, the demons' range of activities was right between us and their fortress."
Samuro stretched out his hand and drew a line on the Draenor map in front of him, and he said:
"To attack the fortress of War Horde, we have to penetrate all the way through Tanaan Jungle. Even if we can cross the sea from Shadowmoon Valley, we will still face the threat of demons."
"Then fight!"
Diakum said coldly:
"I personally led the team, with Hand of Argus's demon slayer as the vanguard, and gathered elites from all races to break through the demons' positions. With war beasts like Magnaron and Primal Thornbeast assisting in the battle, and with Arakkoa's air control, it will not be a problem to break through to Green Skins's fortress in a short time."
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"Ahem"
Talon King coughed and said:
"Just yesterday, Scroll Keeper of Anzu initially repaired "Rukhmar's Breath" with the help of those Sun Sage who were repentant. Although according to their comments It is estimated that Solar Bombardment will stop after one shot at most, but as long as we can occupy a high ground, Arakkoa can use Sun Power to break through Green Skins's fortress.
Or simply destroy the device they use to cross the world!"
"Why bother?"
Wizard Head stroked his divine ring, waved his hand, and said:
"I will help you build a launch pad on the coast of Shadowmoon Valley that is high enough to directly target the Orcs fortress. With the help of All-Seeing Ring and a few secondary rings, I can complete this task in one day.
I built a high platform near Karabor Temple, and after the powerful Rukhmar's Breath was launched, I started group teleportation on the spot, sending the warriors of Karabor Temple to the battlefield of the decisive battle. The area of Orcs's fortress is very large, and we may need a difficult decisive battle to penetrate into it.
If Orgrim gathers all Green Skins Orcs, their numbers will be quite terrifying. This will be the war second only to "Shattrath Demon-Slaying Battle" in Draenor's history, and it will definitely be recorded in the history books of all races."
"Then let's do it! Everyone gather the elites, don't have too many nightmares at night, solve Green Skins and then restore the entire continent area by area! We can't let the pollution of Fel spread anymore."
Griselda Blackhand shouted and made suggestions, which were recognized by everyone. This feeling of participating in high-level decision-making and holding power made the injured Blackhand's Daughter excited, and even the pain became less painful.
This made Gaiara sigh helplessly.
She felt that Griselda might be more suitable to be a politician than Chieftain. This guy's desire for power was a little too scary.
However, considering that ambition is also a part of qualified Chieftain, Gaiara feels that he should learn from Griselda carefully, lest he will be kicked away by Griselda when he is about to compete for the Mag'har Clan's power.
But the basic disk of the Frostwolf Clan is large enough, so you don't have to worry.
The leaders decided on the strategy in a few words and then split up to implement it. Diakum, accompanied by Neri, went to summon the demon slayers of Hand of Argus. The three young leaders of Mag'har Orcs also said that they would definitely accompany them.
Holy Light Dome leaves Hutton and Durotan.
Grand Executor seemed to be aware of the hesitation in Durotan's heart. He took a step forward, patted his shoulder and said:
"I have heard about your friendship with Orgrim. Although that guy leaked Telmor's defense system and almost caused heavy damage to my people, from your perspective, it is difficult for you to accept his choice at this time, right?"
"I actually guessed it."
Durotan leaned on Coldsteel Axe and sighed:
"As early as when Frostfire Ridge said goodbye, I guessed that Orgrim would definitely do some stupid things. I just didn't expect that he would do this for the survival of Green Skinss. Although The two sides are already mortal enemies, but I believe that Orgrim sticks to his principles. Letting Green Skins leave Draenor forever is not a choice to quell the war and eliminate hatred.
But I really have no shame in saying these selfish words in front of other leaders.
It was our people who started this war, and they brought the pollution of demon blood into the world. They can say that Gul'dan tempted them, but drinking blood is their own choice! At least no one forced those Chieftains!
We Mag'har pure people are extremely lucky to be accepted by you.
We can no longer push our limits!
So, Grand Executor Haddon, you don't have to worry about me and my people hesitating on the battlefield, Mag'har Orcs will use actual actions to prove that we are different from those the Fallen, and we will never become them."
"I'm not worried about this. To put it bluntly, if you dare to make peace with Green Skins on the battlefield, your wife and daughter, who love and hate each other very well, will not let you go. Drek'Thar will even declare on the spot that your position as Chieftain has been abolished."
Hutton laughed, and Old Ram said in a subtle tone:
"But I think you can probably retain that trust in Orgrim. The time is not right now, but maybe some changes will happen in the future.
Your relationship with Orgrim reminds me of Velen and Kil'jaeden. Although I hate the guy who hurt my people, if you can save his soul and prevent him from ending up like Kil'jaeden, maybe it will be a blessing for you two.
But there is one thing I must emphasize to you, Durotan."
"Old Ram"'s tone became stern and he said:
"Even if Green Skins Orcs in the future wash away the violence caused by the demon blood and regain their past traditions, they will not be welcomed by Draenor! As one of the backbone of the Mag'har Clan today, I hope you can grasp the subtle gap between personal feelings and official business.
They were abandoned by Draenor, and exile to death is their the One choice!"
"Well, my partner also warned me so. Draka is much more decisive than me on these issues."
Durotan reached out and stroked his wolf head helmet. He looked at the sunshine outside Holy Light Dome, clenched his fists and said:
"Green Skins people will either die in the war of liquidation, or they will have to embark on an endless road of exile. They will no longer have a home. They are destined to stagger forward until death arrives. This is the punishment they deserve.
May Ancestral Spirit guide their path."