(Additional update for "Gervis" brother [3/5])
While Burial Grounds was being purified by Garrison Commander led by Dick and Neri, further away, on the hills where the elemental power of Shadowmoon Valley gathered, a large number of Orc Warlock gathered here.
Gul'dan summoned almost all the power of Shadow Council in Shadowmoon Valley, and arranged a thing here that most Warlock couldn't understand but was definitely very dangerous.
In addition to Orc Warlock and the cruel and weird Green Skins, the big-skinned Orcs Warrior, some capable Blood Ring Hunter are also wandering around here, and their ancestral home is in Shadowmoon Valley Nataan Jungle, across the sea, has been selected as the base camp by the newly established "Horde". The first Great Chieftain Blackhand will build a strong enough military fortress there.
This proves the strategic vision of the legendary Orcs and Chieftain people.
Nataan Jungle borders Talador Region by land and faces Shadowmoon Valley across the strait. These two places happen to be the base camps of Draenei's forces. Therefore, after the construction of Nataan Fortress is completed, Orcs can attack Draenei's territory from three directions at the same time.
The current war of Shadowmoon Valley is the first battle of Horde.
If Gul'dan's Shadowmoon Clan and Bleeding Hollow Clan who came to help from across the sea join forces, they can successfully defeat Karabor Temple and completely wipe out there. Draenei, the remaining Blue Skins can be compressed to Talador Region. At that time, Orcs attacking Draenei will have the great advantage of being surrounded on all sides.
Draenei has numerous advantages over Orcs, but their biggest and most fatal disadvantage is their numbers.
Counting all the civilians, the Blue Skinss only have 200,000 people, and their Warriors add up to less than 30,000 people. And although Orcss are still in the nomadic period, each clan has The total number of elite Warrior is equal to the total number of Draenei. Together with the recruits, peons and civilians, it is enough to crush Draenei's small number of troops ten times.
Such a battle should be fought in the most stable way, and only by advancing step by step can casualties be minimized.
From this point of view, Great Chieftain Blackhand is worthy of the name of legend. At least in terms of war, he does have his own talents.
However, Great Chieftain Blackhand's plan has nothing to do with Gul'dan's own plan. At least on the Shadowmoon Valley battlefield, Gul'dan has his own Aidil.
This Orcs"Progenitor Warlock" who is in his prime will stay in his own animal bone tent.
He has just completed a meditation and is now studying the powerful Warlock magic.
He wore a gray-black hood to cover his body that had turned green, and the black bone spurs extending from his back were disguised as decorations on his robes. He also deliberately decorated it with shrunken skulls to show his power and add a sense of mystery, coldness and evil to himself.
This external "grooming" is absolutely necessary.
Because the "hardware conditions" of Gul'dan are really poor.
He was born lame, and this alone was enough to make him ostracized in the Orcs clan that valued strength and fitness. He was unable to become a good Warrior or a good hunter, and he was not talented enough to become a noble Shaman. The best career plan for Orcs was obviously to be a pig herder.
Although Gul'dan has gained great power under the blessing of Fel, he did not choose to reshape his body, but still used the sad appearance of lameness to control the Shadow Council he built with his own hands.
In this way, he hopes to tell his stupid compatriots that the only thing that is truly worthy of respect is strength, not hypocritical appearance!
Those who judge people by their appearance are idiots! Such idiots have no regard for race.
From this point of view, Gul'dan's life is actually quite inspiring.
But good children must not imitate this bad guy. The smallest crime this guy has committed in his life is enough to be sentenced to death in any order world.
The bad is pure, the extreme, the bad is divorced from all advanced tastes, the bad is enough to serve as any negative example, the bad can even be used as a synonym for "evil" and "depravity".
This is the life portrait of Gul'dan.
He rules his "kingdom" in a cruel way, making the powerful Warlock who call themselves "apprentices" tremble with fear every time they meet him.
Unless necessary, no one is willing to disturb Gul'dan while he is studying Warlock's magic.
But unfortunately, there are always unlucky people who will be assigned a fatal task at this time.
"Master Gul'dan, a messenger from the Shadowmoon Clan came outside, saying that something happened over there at Pain Fortress."
A Orc Warlock walked into the tent tremblingly and whispered:
"Do you need me to summon a messenger for you?"
"If even gathering information and reporting key issues requires wasting my time by an unknown messenger, then there seems to be no need to hold back your tongue, child."
Gul'dan recorded something on his skull magic book. Under the illumination of a ball of green evil fire, his big sinister face looked so terrifying, and the red eyes dotted on the green skin made this guy look like an evil ghost.
Generally speaking, the fangs of Orcs are not as scary as those of Gul'dan.
It's not that there's anything wrong with the fangs themselves, it's just that Gul'dan is a guy whose face is born from his heart. No matter how handsome his face is, his temperament will become twisted and hateful. This is a character that even Yanzu can't save!
Faced with his mild response, Warlock was so frightened that she knelt on the ground and said in a trembling voice:
"There was something wrong with the people we sent to desecrate Vigilant's Holy Sarcophagus. Holy Sarcophagus was not desecrated. Instead, due to some accidents, Vigilant, which had been sleeping for more than 20,000 years, was resurrected!
On the day he was resurrected, he repelled the plunder and destruction of Ambori Village by the Shadowmoon Clan, and led Draenei Garrison Commander into Pain Fortress the next day, killing at least five hundred tribesmen and burning all the dead bones we had prepared for the war."
"Trash!"
Gul'dan stopped writing.
This bad news forced him to stop from the wonderful feeling of pursuing strength. He turned back and looked at his servant coldly and said:
"Is that all?"
"And. And! Ner'zhul was kidnapped by Vigilant. Shadowmoon Cave was completely purified. The Void Spirit Soul Eater we summoned was also purified. Currently, Ner'zhul's life or death is unknown."
Warlock After saying this, before he could say a few more words, he felt heartbreaking pain hitting him like a whip, but he did not dare to make any screams and could only grit his teeth and persist.
It's just Corruption, and the most it can do is make him bruised.
But if he is unwilling to bear this, he will have to directly face the anger of Gul'dan.
"Ah, Polluter's disguise must have been exposed. That arrogant demon monarch will not tolerate a mortal showing off his power in front of him. Things are a little troublesome."
Gul'dan sighed and said:
"Perhaps soon, Draenei will know who is behind all this.
If they really have been dealing with demons for tens of thousands of years as in the legend, then the Blue Skinss who are currently lazy will immediately take action, but this is not a bad thing, anyway, all they need is chaos and death.
No matter how powerful a Vigilant is, it cannot change the dilemma of lack of Draenei, but this accident disrupted my plan.
I hate surprises!
Has there been any news from our "friends"?"
He asked, and the painful Warlock knelt on the ground, shaking his body and said hoarsely:
"He sent his own messenger, and he also knew about it, but the messenger said that Karabor Temple had not received news of Vigilant's resurrection, and he wanted us to find out what was going on.
If possible, he hopes to use the hands of Shadow Council to get rid of their Vigilant Saint!
He said that he had already arranged everything at Karabor Temple and there was no need for Saint to come forward to disrupt the situation at this time.
In addition, our "friend" Draenei reminded us to be careful about the actions of Vigilant. He said that guy was famous among demons and was once given the title of "Light Butcher".
Judging from the war mode commanded by Vigilant Diakum Zastinss under Pain Fortress, the Garrison Commander he commanded acted uncharacteristically cruelly. If the Blue Skinss hadn't suddenly enlightened, then it must have been the order given by Vigilant himself. Such a cold response in the face of provocation is indeed worthy of this title.
That's a tough guy."
"Haha, our friend Draenei is really cruel and ruthless. He even regards the heroes of his own race as a thorn in his side. He is indeed a guy who can become our ally."
Gul'dan slapped his legs and laughed. Then, he said to Warlock in front of him:
"I will write a letter and you will give it to the messenger and ask him to bring back Karabor Temple.
If that Vigilant really tortured the information from the useless Ner'zhul and wants to sabotage our actions here alone, then I will try my best to help our friends solve this trouble.
But I also have my requirements!
Horde needs a glorious victory. We need Karabor Temple's military resources and materials to help Great Chieftain Blackhand strengthen its determination to fight. It is best to have many Draenei slaves to let the short-sighted Chieftain people see the benefits of the war.
Only in this way can they be tied to Horde's tank.
You tell that messenger, I have no control over what he and his master want, but Horde's interests must be protected.
Of course, we will cooperate with him to become the hero who turns the tide. Only in this way can he gain higher power in the Draenei system, and then become our most useful assist when we attack the more difficult Shattrath City."
Progenitor Warlock rubbed his chin where Fel had herpes.
He said coldly:
"Blue Skins are indeed united, but they only have two strong cities. As long as Karabor Temple is broken and Shattrath City is destroyed, what awaits Draenei will only be a brutal massacre, and their blood will forge the great cause of Orcs!
Polluter will see our value, and everything you desire will be fulfilled.
Go for it!
Remember today's pain and let it teach you a lesson so that you can remember not to waste my time when you come to report next time!
By the way, please invite Kilrogg Chieftain over. He has almost become lazy these days. As the most outstanding hunter among Orcs, isn't there an excellent prey waiting for him to hunt right now?"
A few minutes later, a tall and strong old Orcs walked into Gul'dan's tent carrying a hunting stick made of Gronn animal bones. This Orcs Chieftain, who was blind in one eye, was very dissatisfied with the bad smell of sulfur here.
He stared at Gul'dan and said:
"Your servant told me that you have prepared a good prey for me?"
"Of course, Saint of Blue Skins suddenly faked his corpse. According to their exaggerated and outrageous legend, it was a savior who won great reputation 25,000 years ago. Warrior is an absolute legend.
At least among those boastful achievements, his status can even be compared with the cowardly prophet Velen, and the die-hard Grand Executor Hutton."
Gul'dan spoke in a gentle tone, explaining to Orcs the legendary hunter Chieftain who was so powerful that he was afraid of him:
"I know that you and the militants under your command have always been eager to fight against the legendary Hand of Argus veteran! It just so happens that this Vigilant is the founder and absolute commander of the Hand of Argus Legion. They regard him as A legend in history and an absolute symbol of pride, if you can hunt such a head for Great Chieftain Blackhand, then all Warrior in Horde will fear the reputation of Blood Ring."
"Haha, I never hunt for other people, not even Blackhand!"
Bleeding Hollow Clan's legendary hunter Kilrogg Deadeye sneered and said:
"But you did find a good prey for me. Tell me where that guy is. You don't need a precise location, just a general range. I'll set off right now!"
Anyway, I don't understand what the hell you are doing here Curse Code. Even if it is something that has been protected by my clan for generations, we never like it. My clansmen say they hate staying here, as if there is some power gathering underground, as if an earthquake or something more terrifying will happen at any time."
"Well, your people are really sharp."
Gul'dan praised:
"They are indeed the most astute group of people in Orcs, but what is about to happen here is much more terrifying than an earthquake. Just wait patiently for a few days, and the results will come soon.
After your hunting is completed, I guarantee you, Kilrogg Chieftain, you will definitely get the first opportunity to break into Karabor Temple and hunt for glory for your clan. You will become the hero of all Orcs. By then, even the arrogant Grom Hellscream will have to bow their heads in front of you."
"Isn't that nonsense?"
Kilrogg laughed and picked up his hunting stick, he commented disdainfully:
"Warsong Clan boasted so much that he always felt that only Blackrock Clan was worthy of sitting at the same table as them. But after so many years, they were still suppressed and beaten by Talbuk's cavalry from Blue Skins? They were sent by Blackhand to deal with the Ogre Empire. That damn thing only had one capital city left, and it turned out that it was almost a month before they were captured!
Grom is just like the Gorehowl in his hand, except it has a loud voice.
Hey, a shameless usurper, even if all Warsong Orc are timid to trace the cause of death of their previous Chieftain, the person who died was my former brother. If Grom really took away Warsong Chieftain's position through dishonorable means, then I will never let him go!"
"That was all many years ago."
Gul'dan persuaded very hypocritically:
"Now that Horde has been established, we should put aside our grudges and look forward under the leadership of Great Chieftain Blackhand. The most important issue now is to get rid of the shameless Blue Skins, in order to appease the Ancestral Spirit who can't rest in peace."
"Humph."
Faced with Gul'dan's persuasion, Kilrogg Deadeye glanced vaguely at the Fel that filled the tent, and turned to leave without saying a word.
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Obviously, Chieftain obviously has his own opinion as to why Ancestral Spirit suddenly fell silent.
He didn't care about the cold gaze from Gul'dan behind him. Kilrogg Deadeye is currently the eldest Chieftain among all the big clans. He has experienced many things at his old age, so naturally he will not be deceived by Gul'dan's words.
Compared with Warlock, whose skin turned green, he trusted his contemporary Ner'zhul more.
It's a pity that Ner'zhul has also become dim over the years.
When Dead Eye Chieftain came to Blood Ring Hunter's station, the young men in the clan immediately gathered together. After hearing Chieftain's request to prepare for hunting Draenei's Saint, these wild jungle hunters cheered and took action to set up traps. Their blood priests also began to prepare various hunting tools and toxins.
There is also Bleeding Hollow Orcs's unique Bloodlust ceremony, which comes from their traditional worship of "Blood Moon".
However, when the hunters all started to take action, Kilrogg called his most trusted Warlord and told him:
"You go back to the clan, secretly send my child Jorin and the children in the clan to Nagrand, hand it over to Matron Geyah, and say it is my request. Geyah, the kind she-wolf, will take good care of them."
"Chieftain, this is you."
Warlord, who had been hunting with Kilrogg Deadeye in Nataan Jungle since he was young, was startled. He looked around and whispered:
"Did you foresee anything?"
"It's hard to say right now."
Kilrogg squinted his only one eye, looked at the sky Shadowmoon Valley, and said:
"I'm just a little uneasy.
You know, I once sacrificed my own eyes to see my death. Over the years, the picture has been extremely clear. This gave me endless courage to accept countless challenges. I knew that I would not encounter any accidents before death came.
But just these days, I can't see it anymore.
Destined death has been disturbed, the future has been disturbed, destiny is no longer certain.
This is a terrible sign, and of course we cannot sit still and wait for death!
I don't know where Blackhand will take us, but the inheritance of Blood Ring cannot be cut off in our hands. Go ahead, I will leave the way out to you, take your family and children with you to Nagrand, and obey the arrangements of Geyah.
From now on, you are no longer Warlord to the Bleeding Hollow Clan!"
He let out a long breath, took out a heart-cutting dagger made of animal bones from his waist, handed it to his trusted brother, and said:
"If the distant wind brings news of my death, give this weapon to my son so that he can recognize his true enemy and not blindly vent his hatred. At least in the case of the Bladefist Clan, Blue Skins were framed."
"Huh?"
"Shh, I'm just telling you. Remember to convey it to Geyah. During the previous Chieftain conference, I personally went to check out the ruins where Bladefist Clan was exterminated. Although it was very slight, there was a smell of sulfur.
It smells exactly like the one in the Gul'dan tent!"
Upon hearing this, Blood Ring Warlord immediately asked:
"But if you knew that Blue Skins was wronged, why didn't you say it? Instead, you allowed Ner'zhul and Gul'dan to stir up trouble and confuse other Chieftain? Isn't this pushing our people into a pit of fire?"
"Huh, just because they were wrongly accused doesn't mean they are innocent!"
Kilrogg Deadeye said coldly:
"Blue Skins I know exactly what the want to do. Even if there is no such thing, the two sides will still have to fight in the end. Alas, this world is too small to accommodate so many people, let alone a group of outsiders who are eyeing and duplicitous.
In the final analysis, everyone is just competing for the few territories and resources left.
We fought against Ogres, against Arakkoa, and against Spriggans all for the same reason. Since this battle will happen sooner or later, we might as well strike first before they can react.
You don't really think that the other Chieftains were persuaded by Gul'dan's gossip, do you?
Everyone knows the trend, it's just Ner'zhul and Gul'dan who made it clear!
Even the most conservative Frostwolf Clan, the most neutral Burning Blade Clan and the most rebellious Shattered Hand Clan did not refuse to join Horde. You will know how serious the problem is this time. There are indeed few Blue Skins people, but their technology and culture are terrible.
It will take us tens of millions of years to catch up with them, but will they give us that much time?
Those Blue Skins have even begun to preach to our people in recent years, intending to assimilate us. Before Bladefist Clan was exterminated, there were already young people who believed in Holy Light
Riding on a horse!
If they continue to expand, Orcs will have no way to survive!
Only the Mok'Nathal group of idiots who don't care about worldly affairs don't want to pay attention to the disputes in the outside world at this time. Haha, are there really any fools in the clan and Chieftain who can inherit it to the present?"
"Stop!"
On the small road leading to Karabor Temple, the Draenei businessman who was riding lightly on his Talbuk was stopped by several Garrison Commanders. The honest businessman looked at the vigilant Garrison Commanders in confusion and said in surprise:
"What's going on? I just sent fruit to Karabor Temple."
"Where did you come from."
Maraad Garrison Commander looked the Draenei businessman up and down, he relaxed his tone and said:
"Just to prepare for Orcs's routine interrogation, don't worry, civilian."
"Oh, that's right. Orcss have gone too far lately. Let you Garrison Commanders who are loyal to your duties teach those brown-skinned barbarians a lesson."
The businessman laughed, took out his business class certificate, and said in a brisk tone:
"I am from Ambori Village. I am an employee hired by Miss Dena. She needs a batch of fresh fruits at Karabor City's shop. Here they are! You can check them at will. If you are thirsty, take two blood apples.
Think of it as a gift from me."
"We have rules, you can't take this casually."
Maraad smiled, carefully checked the other party's identity certificate, then nodded and said to the person behind him:
"Let it go."
"Thanks."
The honest businessman replied, and rode his freight Talbuk back on the road.
But the moment he left, the Gemstone Warhammer behind Maraad was pulled out. Several other Garrison Commanders immediately stepped forward to try to hold this guy down. However, the other party reacted very quickly. The moment they took action, a VanCleef surrounded the Shadow Fury and smashed it out.
Garrison Commander was caught off guard and was knocked unconscious to the ground. Only Maraad prepared in advance and released Divine Shield to avoid the blow. He swung his war hammer and hit it, but the opponent easily dodged it.
"An ordinary spell actually replaced Garrison Commander's holy shield? Gee, it seems you are a new recruit."
The honest businessman sneered and raised his left hand, a dazzling evil fire burning in it and converging into a dangerous Soul Fire, he said:
"How dare your bullshit Saint give you the courage to dare a bunch of rookies to set up an ambush here?"
"Well, this holy shield is used to attract your attention."
Maraad shrugged and said in a serious tone similar to Malderan Commodore:
"I know exactly how to deal with people like you Warlock. My father taught me when I was a child."
"Huh?"
"Bang"
A low gunshot interrupted the confrontation.
Amidst the blood spurting out, Maraad swung his hammer forward and executed the high-level Warlock who had been successfully attacked by high-level rangers and assassins in a few strokes.
Yura on the top of the tree in the distance stood up with the large-caliber Sapphire Hunting Rifle, pulled the bolt and fired a Clefthoof hunting bullet. The exaggerated shell diameter of this thing was almost as thick as her tail.
The bold assassin lady pushed up her goggles and stretched with a casual expression.
Although I, Ms. Yura, am not a prominent figure in the Draenei ranger class, don't ignore that just because I am low-key, I am also a ranger who is only one step away from becoming a legend. By the way, when I was working as an assassin under Talgas, I'm afraid you were just a mediocre bullet in your father's ammunition pouch.
In addition, you have a high-level Warlock, what kind of fragile profession is it? You dare to face a 1V5 fatal situation, and there is also a ten thousand-year veteran who has killed at least 15,000 demons.
Tsk, who gave you the courage?
Gul'dan?
"Socrethar?"
Maraad found a letter from the body of Draenei Warlock. The recipient of the letter was obviously a code word, and he could not understand the meaning of the word.
Until Yura came over and glanced at it, yawned and said:
The transliteration of "Demonic" means "Eternal Ones". Tsk, unfortunately Saint got it right. There are bad people among the people of Karabor Temple.
Let's go!
Take this letter with you and tell your uncle the good news.
Congratulations, young man, Hand of Argus successfully passed the recruit qualification test. If you work hard from now on, you can live a good life where you have to complete thirty demon hunting targets every day."