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Chapter 345 Tribal War Mobilization

At the same time - tribal barracks.

At this moment, the Wrathfang Plain has become a huge construction site, full of orc laborers who are busy building fortresses and arrow towers.

The orc cavalry riding on the war wolf patrolled the border, and the biped dragon cavalry in the sky searched for any suspicious targets.

Orc adventurers planted flags around the camp to duel, or took the task of collecting materials, went to the mountains to hunt crocodiles, cut trees and mine.

The atmosphere of war is burning like wildfire.

And in the deepest part of the orc camp, in the huge war fortress, Orgrim, like Godwin, summoned the chiefs of the major clans, and encouraged the orc chiefs who came to fight.

Orgrim (Great Chief): "The front-line spies have sent back information, and the alliance army has been dispatched. They are divided into three groups and will attack us from three directions. The human king has also sent a letter of war. About three days later, we will have a decisive battle with them in the wilderness of the wetland.

Tell me, my mighty chieftains and warlords, how should I respond to the King of Men. "

Jagged War Wolf (Chief War Wolf): "Needless to say! Do it with them and kill all the scum of the alliance."

Da Shuai (the chief of the Infernal Walker): "That's right, our powerful tribal warriors are invincible, just the group of trash snacks from the Alliance, and it's over."

Ba Dao Wuqing (Chief Ba Dao): "Hahaha, my Dao is already hungry and thirsty."

Golden Behemoth (Chief of Boiling Beast Blood): "That's right, the tribe will win, Loktaoga!"

Greenskin King (Warhammer Warchief): "wahhhhh!"

Before the bosses of several tribes could speak, the chiefs and warlords of the newly promoted clans had already started screaming.

However, Orgrim was somewhat displeased with this statement.

After this period of fighting, he has gradually discovered that these newly joined chieftains of the clan are all a bit vain, and they usually shout slogans, blood and thunder when they open their mouths, and power and glory when they shut their mouths.

When it comes to fighting, they will all play tricks, let other clans fight to the death in front, and they will follow behind to pick heads.

Of course, there are also some more warlike chiefs. When fighting, they do their part to charge forward, but they obviously lack war experience. After several tough battles, they died one after another. The worst chief died. On the son, on the son died, on the grandson, in less than a year, the Kung Fu chiefs have changed four, which can be said to be full of loyalty.

It made Orgrim embarrassed to send this clan to the battlefield.

Now seeing these few shouting slogans, he was angry, and he just gave King Saurfang a look.

boom!
A dull sound of metal hitting the ground brought the shouting to an abrupt end.

High King Saurfang stood up, shaking the battle ax vigorously in his hand.

He glanced at the furious orc chieftains and warlords with gloomy eyes.

"There have been many wars in the past year, and many warriors have emerged. However, the actions of some orcs have shamed the tribe. I don't want to blame anyone here, but the decisive battle in three days will be a matter of the survival of the tribe. Victory or defeat, I hope you will be as brave and good at fighting as you said.

Orgrim has given me a task. For those orcs who dare not move forward, I will cut off their heads with my own hands!The tribe doesn't need trash, let alone cowards. "

boom!He smashed the battle ax on the stone table, splitting the stone table in half.

"The fate of those cowards is just like this table."

After a moment of silence, the orc chiefs howled even more angrily.

"Don't worry, Chief, when have our brothers been afraid?"

"That's right, our Ba Dao clan didn't rush to the front in the battle!"

"That's right, wait and see the performance of the brothers when you go to the battlefield!"

"Yes, yes, whoever dares to retreat, we will be the first to spare him! Let's put the words here, when the time comes, don't coax anyone, it's over."

Orgrim looked at these chiefs and didn't know whether to be relieved or wary.

But morale is so high, it's hard to say anything.

Orgrim (Great Chief): "Very well, my powerful orc warriors will crush those weak human elves like weeds. Go and gather the warriors, chiefs. After three days, we will have a decisive battle with humans. For the Horde!"

"For the tribe!"

When the orc chiefs were gone, Orgrim was not as complacent as he was before.

Instead, he showed a dignified look.

The Ironforge offensive and defensive battle made him deeply aware that the victory of the war depends on high-end combat power. Although the orc warriors are fierce and powerful, they are still defeated in the face of the dwarf's terrible weapons. After all, flesh and blood cannot resist The power of artillery.

War relies on technology and magic, and brave warriors are just warriors after all.

Therefore, the first thing after the meeting is to inspect the training situation of the tribe's high-end arms.

Orcs don't have the technology and magic of those alliances to study, and the tribe's legal professions just play with their thighs. Now that the battle is imminent, of course they must call some elements and demons to come to help.

In a canyon deep in the Raging Tooth Plain, it is the camp of the Shadowmoon Clan and also the base camp of the Shaman.

Orgrim summoned Ner'zhul as soon as he entered the camp.

"How about Ner'zhul? How is your communication with the elements of this world?"

"Very well Chief, everything is proceeding according to plan, please follow me."

The two walked into the depths of the camp one after the other, and Orgrim saw an astonishing sight, the earth was torn apart, and a huge crack appeared in front of Orgrim.

Lava spewed out from the fissure, a passage paved with lava, leading to an unknown world.

"This is—the elemental rift. I gathered the high-level shamans of the Flame Council and opened a portal to the fire elemental plane. Now these fire elemental creatures will continue to join us and become a powerful arm of the tribe. Behold, Warchief, this is the power of the elements!"

Fire Elemental, Fire Demon, Lava Hound, Lava Surger...

Groups and groups drilled out of the portal made of lava, like an army made of flames.

Orgrim nodded in satisfaction. These fire element creatures are no worse than demons in terms of appearance, and they don't have that nasty smell of evil energy.What impressed Orgrim the most were the lava giants, each of which was a huge monster with a height of 20 meters, as powerful as a Goron behemoth.

Then, Orgrim came to a remote canyon, and as soon as he got close, the stench of evil energy gushed out.

The leader here is a high-ranking warlock - Grogo Xieyan. His back is covered with skull decorations, and he looks like Gul'dan.

Grogo Evil Eye (Senior Warlock): "Great Chief, we have built a demon gate with the materials we have collected recently. Demons are being summoned continuously. It is estimated that there will be [-] demons in three days. Demons join the fight."

Compared with the elemental rift opened by Ner'zhul, the demon's door in front of him was much shabby.

A doomsday guard was about to get out, but his lower body was stuck, and the narrow portal couldn't squeeze through. Immediately, a group of orcs went up and dragged the doomsday guard over.

Judging by the cursing look of the doom guard, it was obvious that he was not satisfied with the treatment.

The orc warlock next to him hurriedly took the prepared soul crystal and went up to appease...

Orgrim was also a little speechless. Without Gul'dan, the spiritual leader, life for the orc warlocks would be difficult.

But Orgrim didn't care. Fewer demons would make it easier to control. He only needed these warlocks to check and balance Ner'zhul. He didn't want them to really take over and control the entire tribe again. This is just right now.

But still have to encourage it.

Orgrim (Great Chief): "Well, very good. Five thousand demons are enough to play a certain role. In the big battle in three days, your demon army is ready to participate in the battle. The demon army is an important part of the tribe's combat power. Work hard, as long as you fight well in this battle, I will accept you as the chief and re-establish the Baoloo clan."

"Ah, thank you Great Chief, I will definitely perform well."

Grogo Xieyan breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't make it clear that more than half of the five thousand demons were inferior demons with low combat effectiveness.

But bad devils are also devils, they are all called devils anyway, and strictly speaking they are not lying.

After Orgrim left, several high-level shamans who came with Orgrim came over to watch the excitement.

"Yo Yo Yo, isn't this Brother Xieyan, he's going to be prosperous now, he's going to be a chief."

"Being a hairy chief, as far as the bunch of garbage demons they summoned, it's not a gift to give away your head when you go to the battlefield."

"Haha, don't say that, maybe your character will break out and you will get a head."

"If you want me to tell you, Brother Xieyan, you should also change your job quickly. Warlocks can't do it now, and we shamans are the answer."

Seeing several high-ranking shamans leave in a whisper, Grogo Xieyan was furious.

(Hmph, what do you idiots know? The icing on the cake is nothing like giving charcoal in the snow. Seeing the rise of the elemental faction, you go to seek refuge. It’s not like being a dog for Ner’zhul.

Lao Tzu is now the leader of the warlock profession. When the Burning Legion begins to conquer the world, Lao Tzu will be the version boss. You will still be able to laugh at that time. )
Walking out of the warlock camp, Orgrim's mood improved a lot, and then he inspected the barracks of the Goron Behemoth and the Ogre Wizard, as well as the Blackstone Arsenal. Generally speaking, they were all good. The machine has developed a new type of ammunition, and its power has been greatly improved.

Trolls' Rage Potions and Hex research are also fruitful.

All kinds of new types of arms emerge in endlessly, and the form of tribes today is not a small one, but a great one.

It seems that the battle three days later will probably be won.

Orgrim's good mood lasted until he came to the residence of the Dragonmaw clan. Although other clans also began to domesticate wyverns, the Dragonmaw clan has always been the main air force of the tribe.

However, when he came here, he found that there were obviously fewer people in the camp of the Dragonmaw clan, and those mighty fel dragons were almost gone.

Looking at the empty camp, Orgrim frowned suddenly.

He called a guard casually, "Where's your chief?"

"Oh my god, the great chief is here, please come in, please come in, our chief has not come back yet, he went to capture the dragon beast a few days ago, he has been away for a few days, but he should be here soon Will be back."

"When is soon? Within three days?"

The orc guard spread his arms out, with a look that I don't know.

"Where's Necrus?"

"You said our second chief, he left not long after the chief left, we don't know what they are doing, we are just soldiers, and we don't understand."

The orc guard's answer made Orgrim annoyed for a while, and he disappeared without a trace when the battle was about to start. What a bunch of trash, Zulud and Nekros--you better not let me down.

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At this moment, Zulud and Nekros were staring at each other.

They were located in a ruin deep underground, and not far away was a huge altar in the style of night elves.

On the altar in front of you, there is a huge stone door sealed.

Zulud was quite excited at first. After several days of exploration and the loss of hundreds of men, they finally entered the depths of the ruins, the mysterious altar that is said to seal the soul of the dragon.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I found the place, I found that someone had cut off the beard.

Zulud (Chief Dragonmaw): "What are you doing Nekros, are you going to rebel! I let you stay in the camp, why did you appear here?"

Nekros (Dragonmaw Warlock): "Oh, how can you say that, Lord Chief, I just came to assist you."

He glanced at the stone door with some guilt. He had just studied the runes on the door and was about to open it.

Unexpectedly, Zulud still came.

Do you want to do it...

He glanced behind him, and the troops he brought had relatively small losses, and there are still 700 people, which is not bad compared with the opposite side.

In a real fight, he still has a slight chance of winning.

"Help me, hum, no need, I'm here now, you can step back!"

"Retire? Hehehe, the chief's words are a bit strange. We are all members of the Dragonmaw clan. Why should we retreat? Could it be that the chieftain can't trust me?"

"Don't piss me off, Nekros, I am the chief of the Dragonmaw clan!"

"Don't get excited, Lord Chief, I just want to share this glory together. If you doubt even me, why do you let the warriors of the Dragonmaw Clan serve you?"

Just when the two men were on the verge of speaking harshly to each other——Boom!
Both of them were taken aback. When they turned their heads, they saw that the stone gate that sealed the entrance of the altar had been shattered, and the adventurers recruited by the army were rushing towards the stone gate.

Zulud suddenly became anxious, "Come back, you bastards, listen to my orders!"

Nekros was also shocked, "Don't run around, listen to my command! There are still many dangers in this ruin, and it will be dangerous once touched."

"Listen to your mother's order. I don't care if Orgrim is here today. Go ahead and grab it for me!"

"Everyone from the Blade Society will come to my side, we must grab the Dragon Soul today!"

"Everyone in Bloody Dragon City comes with me, and grab one hundred thousand dragon souls per person!"

"The people behind block the door, don't let those two idiot NPCs come in and make trouble!"

Zulud and Nekros were trembling with anger, they were too arrogant and shameless, these adventurers were simply unscrupulous.

(End of this chapter)