Burning Legion Benefits Are Amazing, Employee Perks Are No Slouch! Unlimited Demon Blood [Bonus Chapter 37/50]

(Additional update for brother "Huo Zhengtinghao" [2/10])

Hard labor is the "special occupation" of the Orcs race.

For this group that worships strength, those who are thin, weak, timid, and disabled Orcs are often not taken seriously when they are born and grow up. Some clans will even "clean up" such weak people to maintain their own strength.

For example, Blackrock Clan has a similar cruel tradition.

But there are always some Orcs who are not suitable to become Warrior and can live to adulthood. There are actually many paths for them to choose. They can settle down and make a living by becoming businessmen, animal trainers, Shaman apprentices, craftsmen, etc. However, if you are too stupid to learn the traditional Orcs craft of raising pigs and cannot be a qualified pig herder, then becoming a hard laborer is the career choice of the One.

Or he can only be like the lame Gul'dan, who was expelled from his clan and left to fend for himself in the wilderness.

Of course, even those Warrior talented Orcs have to spend a period of hard work in adulthood to train their patience, tenacity and will. From this point of view, the growth of Orcs actually has the beauty of equality of "treating everyone equally".

However, for the real Warrior, this is just a simple "ritual"!

They will always be selected by Warlord and awarded armor and weapons after one or two battles, and become the glorious Defender and fierce predators of the clan. As for those guys without talent, they can only "shine" silently in the hard labor position for the clan.

They are Warrior's followers. In peacetime, they are responsible for a series of tasks such as polishing weapons, preparing food, feeding Dire Wolf, cleaning animal dens, etc. During wartime, once the fighting becomes tense, the peons also need to be armed and go into battle as cannon fodder.

But to be honest, if a clan is reduced to the point where it needs armed peons to defend its territory, then it is only one step away from its demise. The weakest peons will have difficulty even dealing with the cunning and weak Hyena Lizardmen.

It is really difficult for them to become qualified Warrior.

At this time, with Great Chieftain Blackhand watching with interest, the four peons who were called to the clan hall were drinking the "Bloodrage Potion" handed to them by Warlock.

The cowardly appearance of these guys fits the Warrior stereotype of hard workers. Their whole bodies are covered with dust, and years of hard work have made their eyesightless and even their speech somewhat slurred. The Chieftain guards have prepared crude weapons for them, but these guys don't dare to pick up those things in front of Great Chieftain.

They were afraid of being executed for disrespecting Chieftain.

But after drinking the weird green viscous liquid that exuded faint fluorescence, these four peons soon changed.

They rubbed their stomachs impatiently, and soon their eyes became filled with bloodshot eyes. Along with uncontrollable growls and heavy breathing, their weak bodies quickly swelled as if they were filled with power.

As Blackhand and the guards watched in surprise, the bodies of these hard workers who had no sense of strength actually had bulging muscles, as if those potions had changed them from a physiological level.

Their breaths became hot, and their cowardly minds were replaced by something more violent.

They raised their heads and scanned the surroundings like wild beasts. The Warrior that used to intimidate them were stared at fiercely by them, and they kept whimpering provocatively, like violent fighting dogs. The most important thing is that this is not the bewitchment of the soul but that they really have power.

"Fight!"

Great Chieftain moved his fingers, narrowed his eyes and instructed:

"Each person chooses an opponent!"

"Great Chieftain, I am enough to deal with these idiots who can't recognize their identities by myself!"

The guard who brought the peon over was not happy with the aggressive looks of the four guys. He took the initiative to ask for a fight. After receiving the permission, he did not use a weapon and grabbed the rough stick at hand.

For Warrior, who has experienced hundreds of battles, he has his own honor and disdains the use of weapons to bully civilians. Fireblade Blademasters, who has a high reputation among all clans, also often say that weapons are used to challenge the strong rather than bully the weak!

"Well, I advise you to be more serious, Your Excellency."

Gul'dan narrowed his eyes and gave a false persuasion, but received only a look of disdain.

This made Warlock sneer, and with a wave of his hand, it was like an order was issued. The four peons who drank the demonic blood immediately grabbed their weapons and lunged at their opponents, howling.

This scene made Great Chieftain shake his head dissatisfied.

Hard work is hard work!

He has no combat training at all, and his combined attacks are unorganized. He is a completely brainless beast. As expected, waste is waste. Even if Bloodrage Potion is qualified to compete with Warrior, it is impossible for him to have the various qualities that Warrior should have.

In his opinion, Gul'dan's potion is very good and can add many powerful usable soldiers to the clan. However, if this potion is to exchange for power at the cost of burning his limited sanity, then its value will be greatly weakened.

However, a few seconds later, Great Chieftain suddenly stood up from the throne.

He saw that the four peons were not easily defeated because of their unorganized fighting style.

Yes, they did use weapons carelessly like swinging stones, but their brutal strength made up for their lack of skill. Their guards were not serious at all at first, and ended up having their sticks broken when the weapons collided for the first time.

He was struck in the chest by a battle ax in a daze. Fortunately, he was wearing armor and the rough weapon was not sharp at all.

Even so, its brutal power still nearly knocked down the battle-hardened warrior. This contact made the Chieftain guard realize that something was wrong, and he no longer spoke harshly. He rolled out and picked up his war hammer, and then began to attack cautiously as if he were dealing with a real enemy.

He chose the most correct way to respond.

To rush forward with one against four is to seek death!

After all, the inability to crush with strength means that two fists cannot defeat four hands, and not every Orcs Warrior can win with outstanding skills like Sword Saint.

This powerful guard had to keep moving to pull the opponent away, and he found the right opportunity to knock one over with a hammer while constantly blocking. Then he repeated the same trick and knocked down another one. Finally, he rushed forward, rounded the hammer, and ended the battle with a powerful and heavy Whirlwind.

"Huhu."

Chieftain The guard gasped and leaned his blood-stained warhammer on the ground.

He watched in shock as the four peons touched the scars left on his armor, and he felt a sense of fear in his heart. If he had not been wearing armor, this would have been a corpse without any honor.

"That's right. Although he still can't defeat the real Warrior, his bravery is enough to become a qualified recruit."

Great Chieftain Blackhand nodded with satisfaction.

The "gift" given by Gul'dan made him very happy, and his inner disgust for Gul'dan's failure in Shadowmoon Valley also dissipated a little, but Progenitor Warlock let out a low laugh and said:

"No, Great Chieftain, my gift is more than that. Please wait patiently for a few more minutes."

"Huh?"

Under Great Chieftain's surprised gaze, a minute later, he saw the hard worker who was knocked down first rubbed his head and got up, and then the three guys also covered their wounds and got up again.

In a real battle, it is impossible for your own guards to hold back. These four guys should be dead!

Surprised Blackhand personally walked down from the throne to check their injuries, and found that the bones shattered by the war hammer had actually begun to heal, and the skin injuries were recovering very quickly, showing these "Blood Rage" Warrior exaggerated Life Force.

"It's as powerful as Ogres's self-healing!"

Blackhand praised:

"Your potion is very good and I am very satisfied with it, but can it be produced in large quantities?"

"Of course, my Great Chieftain, how dare I send the semi-finished product to you? As I said, it took a long time to find the right formula for Shadow Council, but we can continuously provide you with this medicine."

Gul'dan explained from the side:

"It can transform the hard worker into Warrior, but the hard worker's talent and physical fitness are too poor to realize the potential of this drug!

Once a legendary Warrior like you drinks it, your strength will increase greatly in a short period of time, you will have a life as majestic as Clefthoof, and your anger will be as deadly as Elekk!

Of course, I know that a majestic leader like you who pursues glory and the future of your clan will definitely not enjoy this glory alone!

Therefore, I think you should gather the Chieftains and the outstanding Orcs warriors and distribute this potion to them as your gift, in order to strengthen the combat effectiveness of the entire Horde.

If they are willing to drink it, it means they obey your will.

If they refuse this honor

Haha, your Horde needs unity, and obviously does not need those potential separatists who are not firm-minded."

"Well, that's right, that makes sense."

Blackhand nodded, feeling that Gul'dan's suggestion was a good one, and it met his worries.

Since the establishment of Horde, he has been asking each clan to send elite Warrior to his command to form an army, but so far, except for those small clans, the big clans occupying various regions have been able to delay this order.

Especially the conservative and traditional Frostwolf Clan and Whiteclaw Clan act as a thorn in the side!

Perhaps the current gathering is also an opportunity to show off their strength and seek unity. The most important thing is that Draenei defeated Orcs's war in Shadowmoon Valley, which means that Blue Skins are also preparing for war.

Due to circumstances and reasons, I, Great Chieftain, should convene a clan meeting to discuss strategies.

"Tell me honestly! Is there any defect in this potion?"

Great Chieftain Blackhand looked at the four hard workers and said to Gul'dan:

"I know you Warlocks always like to hide it, but now this potion must be distributed to all Warriors of Horde to drink. As a Great Chieftain, I must ensure that its side effects are within control!"

"Well, there are some flaws."

Gul'dan made a helpless expression, sighed and said:

"There is no perfect thing in this world. Your wisdom is as strong as your strength, my Great Chieftain. You see, because the potion's increase in life is almost equivalent to rebirth, their skin will change from healthy brown to green like mine."

"What kind of flaw is this?"

Blackhand curled his lips and said:

"It's just a change in skin color. There are Nagrand and the disgusting White Ghost Orcs. I didn't kill them all, did I? Those crazy people at the Shattered Hand Clan all like to mutilate themselves. That's a much more serious problem than green skin, but that's the crazy tradition of their own clan, and you haven't seen me getting involved.

What I pursue is only conquest and victory, and it is worth paying some price for it!"

"Yes, you are a benevolent and traditional ruler, we all know this."

Gul'dan flattered him again and said casually:

"In addition, because Bloodrage Potion promotes anger, Warrior people will be very Bloodlust for a long time after drinking the potion.

What I mean is that if they can't find enough enemies, they may turn their weapons on their own people driven by constant anger. Only constant fighting can make them feel satisfied, and only long-term fighting can consume their energy.

This potion will make them very irritable, but in addition to fighting, mating can also relieve the emotions that have nowhere to vent."

"Well, this is a bit troublesome."

Blackhand frowned and said:

"The uncontrolled Warrior is a scourge to both warring parties, and the inability to control anger with will can only lead to one's own destruction. Is there no way to appease them?"

"Yes, we Warlock have a secret method that can make them calm temporarily, but the anger provided by Bloodrage Potion will be pent-up and must be vented."

Gul'dan narrowed his eyes and said:

"I suggest that you plunder a large number of Blue Skins women. They are like beasts anyway. It is also good to pass the time for the aggressive Warriors."

"No! That would make them give birth to monsters like Havorosen!"

Blackhand immediately refused:

"This is an insult to pure blood. It is better to let Bleeding Hollow Clan prisoners of war. Well, I mean, there is always a way to solve this kind of thing, and war! Blue Skins are already preparing for war, aren't they?

There will be enough war for the Warriors to entertain themselves.

Speaking of "Havorosen", I remember there was an assassin next to you?

Where is she?"

"Well, I wanted to announce the good news to you after that incident, my wise Great Chieftain, but I didn't expect that you discovered what your servant was doing first."

Gul'dan said respectfully:

"I sent that Havorosen who is good at assassination to help you deal with "Old Whiteclaw" Zargrel who has been resisting your rule. That old guy is colluding with other clans openly and secretly. He cowardly believes that war is not the One's way to deal with the dispute between us and Blue Skins.

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Clearly, he disobeys your authority!

For such a traitor, it should not be up to you to dirty your hands. This kind of thing can be done by us loyal servants. Please wait patiently, and good news will come soon.

The demise of the Whiteclaw Clan will sound a wake-up call for other wavering guys!

Should I choose to follow you in pursuit of glory? Or stand on the wrong side and face destruction?

Choose strength? Or return to weakness!

Yes, that is a choice, they must answer the correct answer for you, my Great Chieftain.

Now, please allow your humble servant to leave temporarily. Next, we have to prepare a large amount of Bloodrage Potion for you. This will take a lot of time, but I guarantee that when other Chieftains gather at Nataan Jungle, you will definitely be able to get enough weapons of war.

Oh, by the way, preparing the raw materials for the potion requires some manpower.

I know that my clan has been taken back by you, wise Great Chieftain, can you allow them to still serve me for the time being, so that I can be faster and better?"

"Go ahead, go ahead."

Great Chieftain Blackhand impatiently waved his legendary hand that was cast by magma and said:

"You always have a way to get what you want from me, cunning Gul'dan, but remember! These things are given to you by me, and I can take them back at any time. Don't think I don't know about the bad things your Shadow Council does in private!

As long as you wholeheartedly serve the interests of Horde, I can pretend to be deaf and dumb for the time being.

But if you go too far, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Of course, of course, my Great Chieftain, I will restrain my incompetent and cruel students."

Gul'dan made a fearful expression, and slowly exited the clan hall with his cane. Great Chieftain watched him leave, and then glanced at the four peons in front of him.

Although these guys were afraid of him, their uncontrollable anger still drove them to resist Great Chieftain's authority, which made Blackhand very unhappy.

But when he thought that all the hard workers under his command would become such qualified Warrior in the future, his mood became better again, and he graciously forgave this little unpleasantness.

"Give them armor and weapons!"

Great Chieftain said:

"Assign them to my daughter to be her servants and see how she can tame these four beasts. It will also save others from saying that I treat the children differently. Alas, it would be great if Griselda could really become Blackrock Clan's heroine Draka. I'm afraid I have ambition but no talent."

"So, your Great Chieftain happily accepted the blessing of the demonic blood?"

A ridiculing and sarcastic voice sounded from Legion Communicator in front of Gul'dan. In the weaving of the red beams, only the upper body of Corrupted Cenarius was exposed, with undisguised malice on its evil and violent face. It said:

"So, you need a lot of Blood of Mannoroth to strengthen your tribe?"

"Yes, my noble lord."

Gul'dan, who knelt down in front of the communicator, said humbly:

"We tried a variety of demon blood, and finally found that only the blood of Abyssal Lord can bring the most extreme anger enhancement to Orcs. I know that you would rather use the blood of your servants to accomplish this, but unfortunately, neither the demon blood of Supreme Wolf Spirit nor Demolisher can achieve perfect compatibility with Orcs.

Maybe we can get the perfect recipe by adjusting the proportions, but unfortunately we don't have that much time!

Draenei Vigilant Saint over there is a big trouble. I also heard that he won merit by killing demons in Blue Skins's hometown."

"Indeed," Light Butcher "Diakum", even I, a "latecomer", have heard of his series of exaggerated achievements, but those victories were achieved with the blessing of Argus's Star Soul, not his own real strength.

So there's no need to worry too much."

Polluter didn't care about the threat from Diakum. It said to Gul'dan with a lack of interest:

"I originally planned to solve Draenor's little trouble personally, but unfortunately, I just got an important piece of news, which may be related to my "hometown", so my subordinate Withered Demon Army will start preparing for a "return home" death expedition.

Although the main force cannot go to Draenor to aid your Demon Ascension cause, my servant, you don't have to worry about your outcome.

I will send a demigod to supervise the battle and cooperate with your actions.

Just in time, I heard that in your Orcs tradition, you worship the will of the wolves, right?"

"Yes, wise Polluter."

Gul'dan explained:

"In the ancient Shaman way, there is a ceremony to conclude a war contract with the ghost wolf. The Shaman masters have gained the respect of countless Warriors by controlling the wolf spirit in Mortal realm. Clans that respect tradition such as Frostwolf Clan and Whiteclaw Clan use the wolf as their totem.

We Orcs live nomadically, whether it is Nagrand Plains or Frostfire Ridge in the cold wind, Dire Wolf is our best companion.

So as you said, all Orcs worship the fierce and united power of wolves.

But you are paying attention to these, is this your plan?"

"Yes, I will let the dark "Annihilator" Lycantos lead its Ghost Wolf Pack into your little world, and I will bring down a Black Tide Wolf Disaster for Draenor! The best thing is that Orcs, who drank the magic blood, can walk with the wolf."

Polluter laughed and said:

"If you like wolves, I will give you wolves! But you have the final say on how to integrate Annihilator into your plan in a more appropriate way. Since I have no intention of going to you personally, then you must complete the responsibilities I shoulder for me!"

Remember, Gul'dan!

In addition to defeating Draenei Clan, the Star Soul Will Fragment they hid in Auchindoun must be obtained as soon as possible and sent back to Argus in order to demonstrate my talents and strength in front of "that lord".

Facts will prove that the Conqueror is just a coward in front of me, and the Shaper is even more of a fool who plays tricks!"

"Of course, of course, my lord, your loyal servant will do everything in his power to do this for you."

Gul'dan's eyes lit up and he said:

"I happen to have a plan for Warden Diacum. If I can use the power of Annihilator to complete this great cause, Horde will be with Draenor The slaughter will be smoother. The Blue Skinss regard the ancient Saint as their response to the war, so we should pull out their sad symbol in the most violent way!

Yes.

Vigilant must repay the shame he inflicted on me tenfold!"

"The good heart of revenge makes me feel happy, Gul'dan, you have to act properly, you have failed once, even if I am willing to give you the little kindness I have left, Burning Legion does not need losers to become one of us.

This is my last motto and warning to you!"

Polluter warned in a cold tone, and then Legion Communicator stopped operating as the ashes dispersed like burning withered vines.

Gul'dan stood up and limped to his workbench to continue studying his unfinished spell.

His expression was calm, as if everything just now was just a disguise. His attitudes towards Polluter and Blackhand were so similar, as if using sweet words to win each other's favor and recognition had become this Progenitor Warlock's instinct.

As for what is hidden under that flattering appearance, only he himself knows.

Horde's career?

Haha, when he was expelled from the clan and wandered in the wilderness because of his disability, no kind Orcs from any clan took the initiative to help him. And when he was at his most desperate, he prayed for the power of the elements just to survive. If there was even a trace of response at that time, even if it was just a handful of rainwater as a clear spring to moisten his throat, he would exist as the most pious Elemental Shaman in his life.

But no!

When he was desperate, it was so simple to give up on him as the last straw.

When he was weak and desperate and on the verge of death, the only one who responded to him when he let out the most helpless scream was Fel! That was the power that the One could rely on, but Fel was so generous that Gul'dan soon experienced a strength and dignity that he had never experienced in the first half of his life.

Yes!

This has never been Horde's cause, and it has nothing to do with the rise of Orcs, Draenei? Who cares whether those Blue Skinss who clearly have power but don't know how to use it live or die?

This is just the Demon Ascension road that Gul'dan has created for himself. This is just the Path of Glory road that he has created for himself.

That's all.

Then let Draenor burn!

I have never wanted to save this weak, cruel and heartless world, so I have to ignite it with my own hands! By tasting the delicious embers left after the world is burned, I will finally get what I want, and I will finally set foot in the sea of stars and become the overlord of destruction among the stars!

Yes.

Since I no longer owe this world anything, I can naturally embark on this extremely evil road with an open mind and stride towards my eternal destination.

In the lamentation of his hometown, he will finally get what he wants!