Recklessness's young girl Orcs almost caused a dangerous situation called "Assassinating the King". Fortunately, Vigilant's proficiency in bow and horse prevented her from succeeding. It is no exaggeration to say that, When Frostwolf Clan's female Warrior slashed her tomahawk at Draenei Saint, Ner'zhul who followed closely behind felt her heart in her throat.
He is not afraid that Diakum will be hacked to death by this axe.
After all, the strength gap between the two people is indeed a "hundred million" point. Diakum doesn't defend at all and Gaiara may not be able to break her defense even if he attacks her. Old Orcs is just worried that Vigilant will be angered by this "rudeness".
As Orcs Chieftain who participated in the entire Shadowmoon Valley situation, no one knows better than Ner'zhul how exaggerated Diakum's Divine Fury is.
More importantly, he had guaranteed the absolute safety of this Orcs town with his own reputation, but something like this happened just after arriving at Garadar, which obviously proved that there was a problem with Ner'zhul's order to the traditionalist Orcs.
In the case where the two races need to unite, this will seriously damage the reputation of Ner'zhul.
Fortunately, Diakum is not a narrow-minded person. In fact, during Ner'zhul's subsequent observations, he found that Draenei Saint was full of some kind of "subtle interest" in Recklessness's Gaiara.
Not only did Diakum forgive the young Warrior's Recklessness and collision, but every time he looked at Gaiara, a different kind of light would appear in his eyes.
"Did you see some bright qualities in Frostwolf Daughter?"
When walking into Garadar's camp in the center of the town, Ner'zhul asked softly, and Diakum did not hide it. He ignored the vigilant and nervous eyes of the strong brown-skinned Orcs Warrior around him and whispered:
"This is a child blessed by destiny."
"Huh?"
The other party's answer made Ner'zhul raise his eyebrows. He leaned on his cane and asked:
"Can you be more specific? You know, using 'fate' to evaluate young people may seem too exaggerated."
"It literally means, Ner'zhul Chieftain."
Dick took another look at the female Orcs who was talking quietly next to Lelan. The latter noticed Saint's gaze and immediately smiled awkwardly and scratched her head innocently.
She is indeed very young, fifteen or sixteen years old at most, but her warrior talent is surprisingly good, and her head alone is much more exaggerated than the adult orc warriors around her.
Given time, she will definitely become as legendary a chief as her parents and grandparents.
"We Draenei are as cautious about fate as you are, and I myself have faced the cold power of fate, and I have completed some events that others call "miracles."
I must tell you that the appearance of Gaiara here means that the fate of Draenor's world has also experienced some ripples."
Dick said very frankly:
"I realized that the prophecies I knew might no longer exist before I woke up, so in addition to my firm mind, I also had a little more curiosity about the future, Ner'zhul Chieftain.
Of course, I'm not here to discuss the doctrine of destiny with you. We're pressed for time, so let's get down to business.
If Frostwolf Daughter is here, does it mean that your series connection has achieved results?"
"It didn't go as smoothly as I imagined, but luckily it worked."
Ner'zhul nodded and said:
"Matron Geyah, who has always maintained neutrality, is willing to give us both a chance. Frostwolf Clan's heroine Draka quietly came to Garadar on behalf of her husband and clan a few days ago.
It's just that my old friend, the legendary Chieftain Zargrel from the Whiteclaw Clan, who I thought would definitely come over, has never replied to me.
Based on my understanding of that stubborn old guy, he should be the guy who is most opposed to the establishment of Horde and the manipulation of power by Shadow Council, but his silence made me realize that something might have happened to the Whiteclaw Clan.
The third clan I invited also did not respond. On the way here, I told you about the regrettable decision Burning Blade Clan made.
But I already have a solution to the Burning Blade Clan's problem."
"You're only going to bring together three clans?"
Diakum said in surprise:
"Even counting the Garadar commanded by the Shadowmoon Clan and Matron Geyah, these are only five clans. Even the Orcs clans that I can name are more than twenty. Do you think that relying on these five forces alone is enough to resist Fel's corruption of Orcs?"
"No, I'm not arrogant to that extent."
Ner'zhul shook his head and explained:
"The five clans I contacted are to work with you to solve the problem of Oshu'gun.
As I said before, until the problems of Holy Land and Ancestral Spirit are resolved, there will be no possibility of peace between Orcs and Draenei. We must open this head before the next step of persuasion and alliance is possible.
Although neither White Claw nor Burning Blade Clan sent envoys, the matter is now imminent.
Come with me, Vigilant, even if it's just me, Matron Geyah and Ms. Draka, we must go to Oshu'gun as soon as possible.
There is also bad news that I didn't tell you just now. Great Chieftain Blackhand is summoning Chieftain from each clan to go to Nataan Jungle's fortress. No one knows what he is going to do, but according to Ms. Draka's guess, Blackhand is likely to formally propose his conquest plan at this clan meeting.
Once the resolution is passed, Horde will immediately begin to attack Draenei.
Judging from the current situation of Nagrand, Orcs will complete the final extermination of the Gorian Ogre Empire before the resolution is issued!
Therefore, the time left to us now must be calculated in terms of days."
"Hmm."
Dick was not surprised by the news, he had been mentally prepared for it.
As Ner'zhul entered the largest camp in the town of Garadar, Vigilant also took off his weapon and handed it to Lelan, and signaled Yrel and Nubodon to stay outside the camp.
This action made Ner'zhul very satisfied. He also took off his weapon and handed it to the Shadowmoon Clan Shaman beside him. It was the female Shaman Rekal Bloodfire who was rescued by Diakum from Citadel of Hellfire.
The two entered the camp one after another. The curtain made of Clefthoof leather was lowered, and the surge of elemental power blocked the sound communication inside and outside the camp.
The big shots want to talk in secret, but outside the door there is a clear distinction between them.
Three Draenei were guarding the camp, Shadowmoon Clan's young Shaman Rekal Bloodfire stood with them, while Garadar's elite Warrior stared at the three Blue Skins with unkind eyes.
Although they are the most traditional neutral faction among the Orcs clan, under the current background of constant friction between Orcs and Draenei, it is unrealistic to expect the two sides to live in peace.
"Let's start! Let's start! Don't let Draenei see our joke!"
The young Gaiara was very dissatisfied with the aggression shown by her tribe at this time. She was the daughter of the Frostwolf Clan Chieftain after all. She had been influenced by her father since she was a child and knew some "diplomatic etiquette", so she took the initiative to disperse those hostile Orcs Warrior.
However, although Matron Geyah is her biological grandmother, and the town "Garadar" is named after the place where her legendary grandfather Garad Chieftain died, she is not a "local" after all.
After the death of his grandfather, the sad grandmother Geyah also left Frostwolf Clan and established this town here to help homeless Orcs who were abandoned by the clan due to illness.
Although the Garadar town that defends Elemental Throne has never called itself a clan, the number of clan members here has now made it a "neutral clan" that cannot be ignored, and Matron Geyah, who is highly respected in the Orcs civilization, is undoubtedly the One Chieftain of this clan.
Orcs The differences between the clans are actually quite big.
Their civilization has not yet developed to the point of giving birth to "nationalism", and there is no such thing as "national identity" around VanCleef. Unless they encounter an event that threatens all Orcs, each clan will Generally, Orcs from other clans are not regarded as "compatriots". For example, when facing a foreign race like Blue Skins, the simplest concept of "friend and foe" will prompt them to temporarily put aside the antagonism between clans.
In short, you Gaiara is the daughter of Chieftain of the Frostwolf Clan, but what does it have to do with us Garadar Orcs?
Why should everyone listen to you?
Is it because our Chieftain is your grandma?
Hehe, there is no such truth in the tradition of Orcs! The neutral Garadar is by no means a vassal of the Frostwolf Clan!
Gaiara saw that her words were not very effective, which made her feel that she was embarrassed in front of "Aunt Lelan", so she angrily grabbed the "stick" behind her back.
Well, it was originally a battle axe, but it was crushed into scrap metal by Vigilant with his bare hands.
"Although I am a Frostwolf Orcs, I also have the emblem of Warlord! Are you Warriors going to fight if you don't intend to respect my identity?"
The young female Orcs Warrior roared:
"Is this how Garadar treats guests?"
"Hmph, although we Garadar people are not as powerful as Frostwolf Clan in numbers, we are not so poor that we can let a Frostwolf Clan brat show off his power here!"
A deep voice sounded from the crowd, and the tall Orcs pushed past the tribesmen and walked over.
It was Warrior who was as young as Gaiara. He was naked and seemed to have just finished training. He looked at Gaiara up and down and said with disdain:
"You are a Warlord, and I am also a Warlord. If you have anything to say, just tell me! Of course, if you plan to stand up for the three Blue Skinss behind you, then I will teach you a lesson for your father and mother.
Don't even look at what the situation is now!
Great Chieftain is calling all the clans to unite and strangle Blue Skins.
On the contrary, you have become their protector, Gaiara, do you want to go against Horde?"
"Shut up, you Warsong Clan's the Exiled! Your father even looked down on you and left you here to die, and Matron Geyah never allowed Garadar Orcs joined the conquest of Horde, so what qualifications do you have to call yourself "Warrior of Horde"?"
Gaiara couldn't bear this kind of provocation, so he immediately retorted.
These words touched the sore spot of the young Orcs opposite him, causing him to roar, grab an ax, smash it on the ground, and twitch his fingers at Gaiara.
Female Orcs sneered and was about to step forward to fight.
Her mother was a Frostwolf Clan heroine respected by all Orcs clans. Ms. Draka's reputation was forged in the "Battle of Blood River" a few years ago. It is said that the Ogre Magi who died in her hands could pile up a mountain.
Gaiara, who was trained by such a tough mother since childhood, is not afraid of fighting.
Faced with the provocation of Garadar Warlord in front of her, she immediately stepped forward to start a Mak'gora defense of her honor, but was stopped by Lelan's quick eyes and hands.
"Don't go!"
Arcane Mage whispered:
"You can't beat him. He's bigger than you, and his angry attitude is more fierce than yours."
"You have to fight if you can't win! Otherwise, you will be embarrassed. I represent Frostwolf Clan's face! We Orcs Warrior only have winning and losing in our eyes, and we have never dared to fight!"
Gaiara rolled up his sleeves and shook his head and said:
"This has nothing to do with you, Auntie Lelan, today I have to beat Garrosh, a fool who usually looks down on others! Matron Geyah is my grandma, not his grandma!
It turns out grandma is so confused that she treats him, an outsider, better than me, her own granddaughter!
I've been unhappy with this guy for a long time."
Yrel didn't quite understand Orcish, but that didn't stop her from seeing the development of the situation. When she saw Gaiara was about to fight with a stick, the recruit immediately stepped forward, took out his own Spine of Magic and put it into Gaiara's hand, and then gave her a thumbs up and made a "punch" gesture.
"Thanks!"
Female Orcs waved the weapon in her hand, which was obviously not Draenor's world-style weapon, and stepped forward to fight amidst the sharp sound of breaking wind.
A group of Orcs Warrior gathered here according to tradition and prepared to watch the battle between the two young Warlords. But just when the duel flag was about to be raised, a rotating Blackrock Clan warhammer whizzed over the crowd and hit it, landing right in the middle of the two Warlords with a bang.
"Get out of the way! Blackrock Clan's messenger is here!"
Amidst the low roar, a team riding black Dire Wolf, all composed of female Orcs Warrior, rushed over. The leader was Blackhand's Daughter Griselda who had left Nataan Jungle before.
She is two heads taller than the ordinary Orcs. She inherited the strong bloodline of Blackhand, which makes her a bit bigger. She wears the Blackhand clan's iconic black plate armor and fang war helmet, and has a Blackrock Banner pole tied to her back.
She said loudly with coldness and arrogance:
"I don't know what you little clan bastards are doing, but the warriors of Horde should unite their strength to the outside world, and don't engage in honorless private fights over trivial matters!
I don't have time to talk about this with you. Where is Matron Geyah?
Let her old man come out and save people!"
"Old Matron is busy today and has no time."
Garadar's clan Warlord Garrosh bared his teeth and said loudly:
"We have "distinguished guests" today. Even Blackrock Clan's messenger has to wait first. We are not afraid of you."
"Haha, little brat, you'd better learn to be afraid!"
Blackhand's Daughter pointed behind him slightly arrogantly and said:
"It was not my follower who was injured. Blackrock Orc is not that fragile, but I accidentally saved Whiteclaw Clan's old Chieftain Zargrel. I heard that this old Chieftain is Matron Geyah's best friend. If she didn't come forward, then this weak and pitiful old guy would be dead.
Also, the dangerous assassin who is chasing him has been following us!
That guy is very weird and deadly, and my Valkyries can barely stop her, so you'd better not gather here and put all your hunters out to be on guard!"
"What? Zargrel old Chieftain?"
Gaiara was surprised and hurriedly ran over to check.
Sure enough, the dying Zargrel old Chieftain was found among Blackhand's Daughter's team. The latter had a terrible scar on his chest, and the flesh and blood near the wound was already emitting a disgusting rancid smell due to weird corrosion.
Frostwolf Clan and Whiteclaw Clan live together in Frostfire Ridge. The relationship between the two tribes has been helping each other since the generation of Gaiara's grandfather, and the two tribes even fought together." Battle of Blood River" This kind of war is engraved in the history of Orcs, so Gaiara also regards this stubborn but mature old Chieftain as his elder.
She immediately rushed into the tent to seek help but was stopped by Garrosh. Garadar Warlord did not stop her intentionally this time, but instead gave Gaiara a desperate signal with her eyes.
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Gaiara immediately understood what Garrosh meant and asked her to hide the three Draenei quickly!
She secretly thought something bad!
"Wait! Why is there Blue Skins here!"
The arrogant and tough Blackhand's Daughter also discovered a problem at this moment. After seeing three Draenei, she immediately roared:
"Garadar Orcs actually secretly negotiated peace with Blue Skins without telling Great Chieftain? Okay! I caught you! I see that none of you want to die. Have you forgotten the tragedy of the Bladefist Clan?"
Are your bones weak?
Damn it!
Suka, kill them!"
Amidst the murderous roar, several tough Blackrock Clan female warriors guarding Griselda immediately rushed forward with weapons in hand to attack the three Draenei, but were blocked by Garrosh and Gaiara on the left and right.
Garadar's Warlord waved his battle ax to repel the tough female warrior and shouted loudly:
"Warriors! Today's guests are personally invited by Matron. This is on our territory. Garadar Orcs will never allow guests to be harmed in front of our eyes. We must maintain our neutral rules, traditions and honors.
Follow me!
Defeat Blackrock Clan's messenger first."
"Just stop them and disarm them! Don't hurt them, otherwise things won't be clear."
Gaiara also shouted.
The two Warlord covered each other and stepped forward to grab Griselda. Seeing a melee about to begin, the curtain of the camp was finally opened, but Vigilant, who was wrapped around Holy Light, did not make a move.
He is a guest.
When the host can handle it, there is no reason for the guest to help.
"Oh, this mess makes you laugh."
Geyah old Matron, who was holding the ancestral staff, said something helplessly. Diakum waved his hand, indicating that an old man over 20,000 years old would not be as knowledgeable as an impulsive young man. Ner'zhul did not say a word and just called for the power of the elements to enter.
All Orcs who had drawn their weapons were restrained in place by the tight trapping of the stone claws protruding from the ground.
The last person to participate in the meeting, Ms. Draka, the heroine of the Frostwolf Clan, carried two war hammers and rushed forward like a whirlwind, banging them.
She is the daughter-in-law of Matron Geyah. How can she let her elderly mother-in-law do it herself?
She can just teach the juniors a lesson, it's just a matter of stretching their muscles.
After a round of storm attacks, all Warriors including Griselda and her Valkyries were knocked to the ground and temporarily lost their combat effectiveness.
The force of the blow is just right, ensuring that you are stunned but not brain-damaged.
This precise and exaggerated power control is absolutely legendary Warrior, but the problem is that eldest sister, you are still pregnant with the future "World Shaman". Two months is the time of danger. Is it really okay to be so tough?
"Well, the poor old fellow has suffered a lot."
While Orcs were dealing with "housekeeping", Dick and Matron Geyah came to the old Orcs who was brought over by Griselda In front of Chieftain, the old Matron, who is the legendary Shaman, checked the white claw Chieftain and said in a teasing and helpless tone:
"It is difficult for elemental water to treat this kind of injury in a short time. This is definitely not a wound caused by an ordinary weapon. I have never even seen this kind of toxin."
"This is the devil's poison! It's not just Fel, there's something even more deadly mixed in it."
Dick's fingers touched the hideous wound of old Orcs, and he said:
"If you don't mind, I can use Holy Light's healing to try to save his life that he doesn't deserve to die, but I don't know if it will conflict with Orcs's tradition? As far as I know, Whiteclaw Clan is the most conservative of all the Orcs clans."
"If Zargrel can still speak, this old thing will definitely not let any power other than the elements touch him, but look at what he looks like now, he must do his best with every breath.
Ancestral Spirit We don't have time to take him away now, so please do your best to treat him."
Old Matron said:
"It seems that our conversation here in the camp will have to be postponed."
"That's not a bad thing."
Dick waved his hand and used the "Levitation Technique" to lift old Chieftain's seriously injured body. With the help of Lelan, he sent Whiteclaw Clan's Zargrel Chieftain into the tent, and then a warm light like Dawn Light emerged from it.
Dick This legendary Priest rarely encounters patients who require all his efforts to treat. This time he finally encountered it, and he will not give up until he sharpens his skill proficiency.
What's more, the identity of the White Claw Chieftain is indeed special. If he can be saved by himself, then the conversation between "Orcs Conservatives" will be more than half successful.
The most important thing is
"Lelan, this wound was left by the deadliest assassin!"
Diakum, who was constantly releasing cleansing techniques to eliminate toxins and using Power Word: Life and Lay on Hands to kill old Orcs, whispered to his adopted daughter:
"According to the daughter of Great Chieftain Blackhand, the assassin should be from Shadow Council, or even personally appointed by Gul'dan, so we'd better help Garadar Orcs catch her, which can win the favor of the three clans at once.
You take Yrel and Nubodon to help.
I believe that the deadly assassin is nearby, and she won't stop until she takes Zargrel's life."
"Hmm."
Lelan nodded, turned and left the tent.
Dick looked at old Orcs in the light.
He narrowed his eyes. He clearly knew who assassinated this guy. He could even tell the origin of the weapon in the opponent's hand just from the shape of the wound.
In the battle of his previous life, Dick was not always Holy Light Grand Lord. He also dabbled in the way of shadows. He knew the stories of those who walked in the shadows by heart, but he did not expect that "Kingslayer" would appear so early.
The reason why Lelan had to go was not because Dick deliberately pushed his "adopted daughter" into the fire pit, but because he knew that only when Lelan appeared in this shadow hunting ground could it be possible to bring "Shadow Hand" who had not been completely controlled by Gul'dan back into the sunshine of Mortal realm.
"I am "Hand of Fate" after all."
Dick stretched out his hand to touch the ferocious venom wound in Holy Light's package, and whispered:
"The winding and miserable fate I have seen does not distinguish between races. Argus and Draenei should be saved. Draenor and Orcs also enjoy the same blessing. Just like you, Zargrel Chieftain"
He saw the old Orcs in the light and opened his eyes with difficulty and weakness, then showed a gentle smile and said softly like the most decent doctor:
"Don't be afraid, Holy Light allows you to stay away from death, child. Take a deep breath, yes! That's it."
"Ms. Draka! You are the heroine of our Orcs! Even my father praised your bravery, which puts most men to shame. I have been yearning to be you and make achievements like you since I was born, but now Orcs of Garadar actually made peace with Blue Skins.
They are betraying our interests!
How can a hero like you just stand aside and watch or even participate?
Have you also betrayed your tribe?"
In the temporary cage of Garadar's Orcs camp, Blackhand's Daughter Griselda, who had been disarmed and took off his armor, roared angrily, not far in front of her. Department, Frostwolf Clan The heroine Draka has just finished teaching her incompetent eldest daughter, and by the way, she helped the unlucky Garrosh Warlord wrap up herbs and bandages.
The unlucky guy was hit in the arm by Blackhand's Daughter with a war hammer before he was knocked unconscious. Fortunately, it was not a fatal injury, otherwise "Young Master Hellscream" who will go down in history will become the one-armed Orcs.
Faced with Blackhand's Daughter's roar of refusal to admit defeat, Draka turned around. The heroine stared with her blue eyes at the female Orcs who was almost as strong as herself. She stepped forward to avoid Griselda's prepared sneak attack.
Just like playing games with children, she sighed and said:
"It is precisely because the Orcs clan calls me a "hero" that I appear here, kid, please believe me, if it turns out that Ancestral Spirit's aphasia and confusion are indeed related to Draenei, then my battle ax will definitely become Great Chieftain's war edge!
However, what if it wasn't Draenei's fault?
What if some conspirators are causing trouble behind the scenes, secretly provoking a war between Orcs and Draenei in order to benefit from it?
This is war! Griselda, do you know how heavy these two words are?
Once we make a wrong judgment, all the clans in Orcs will be involved in this Wheel of War.
You are still young.
You don't know that once hatred is forged, it will take countless blood to untie it, so you must be cautious before making these decisions, and your father behaved very carelessly this time!
He was misled!
This is fatal to a leader."
"I don't understand!"
Blackhand's Daughter rubbed his neck and said:
"But I believe my father will not make a wrong judgment on this kind of thing!"
"Well, you are indeed a natural Warrior, so let me talk to you in the Warrior way."
Draka showed a smile.
She pulled out the Frostwolf Clan handaxe from her waist and cut off the chains binding the cage with a bang, and said to Griselda who had regained her freedom:
"Would you like to be used as a gun by a cunning guy?"
"I don't want to! I will smash the head of anyone who dares to use me! In fact, if I were sitting in my father's position, a guy like Gul'dan wouldn't survive a day!"
Griselda whispered.
She did not hide her disdain and disgust for Shadow Council at all. Her words also made it clear that she is not as Recklessness as she appears on the surface.
She actually knows who is behind the scenes!
This answer made Draka look at her "Blackrock Clan fan" in surprise, then she nodded and said:
"Very good, now is an opportunity. I just need you to be patient. The assassin who assassinated Zargrel Chieftain is nearby. You guys are responsible for catching her. Draenei will help.
They will go to Oshu'gun Holy Land with us later, just as Blackrock Clan's "eyes" and "hands" to help us solve Ancestral Spirit I know that Blackrock Clan has a special tradition, but if you still worship Ancestral Spirit and you still want to save your ancestors, then endure your anger and then release it in the right direction."
"I don't believe in those Blue Skins. But I believe in you, you are my war idol!"
Griselda rubbed her wrist and asked in a low voice:
"But if it turns out that it was indeed Blue Skins who disturbed Ancestral Spirit."
"Then we have a chance to fight together, kid."
Draka glanced at the Blackrock Clan women Warrior who were called "Valkyrie" by Griselda, and she said with a smile:
"You have trained your sisters very well. You are destined to become a more powerful heroine and commander than me, but before your fate comes, just listen to my command, okay? Little girl."