Game Across the World

At the same time, the Sierra Center.

The Orc Assembly Hall is not traditionally placed in a large tent in an open space. Instead, it is in the countryside and placed in the largest dwarf machinery workshop that was once used for tanks.

Under the guidance of the guards, Blackham walked quickly into the hall, while other clan leaders and chiefs had already been waiting here.

Seeing Blackham’s arrival, the current Warchief Orgrim stood up from the warchief’s seat, greeted him, took Blackham’s stout arm, patted him on the back, and greeted: "It’s the one who came back. At that time, how are human negotiations?"

"It's not ideal, but the aid will arrive on time..." In response to the chiefs' gaze, Blackham presented the negotiation situation.

"Drek'tal, it's a pity, another victim." Orgrim seemed to have expected such a situation a long time ago, just sighed:

"We must take into account more ideas in the clan, not to mention, this will also be a test for Thrall. I wonder what choice he will make when facing a teacher who is doomed to be misunderstood?"

"Humans! They are getting too much!"

On the left side of the hall, a soldier gritted his teeth and said.

He was wiping a sharp axe blade, and the axe blade was flowing with a heavy and vigorous atmosphere of the earth, but it was incompatible with the whole world.

Gorehowl, a weapon made with the blood of Goronn's heart, as for the owner of this weapon, naturally the powerful but extremely irritable, uncomfortable Grommash Hellscream.

On the other side of the meeting hall, an orc veteran who was not the chief appeared in the council of chiefs, but he did not agree with Gromash's statement.

"This is the interest of the country and race. Believe me, if we were on the side of Stormwind, we would have made the same choice."

Grommash frowned and sneered contemptuously: "Relying on humans to survive, does this make you favor them?"

"We are to keep the tribe alive, Grommash, if we want to start a new war, it will only make the orcs be disgusted by this world again; once we fail, there will be no new dark door!"

"Then beat it, just like we beat Delaney!"

"We have no chance of winning, you should start from your stubborn and rigid..."

"Enough! Eitrigg, if we don't want to war, it's not that we will lose!" Orgrim stopped the argument loudly.

But this time, he was biased towards Grommash, not that he also agreed with the war; it was the orcs that could not withstand more divisions and blows.

The Warsong clan is the object that must be drawn up now!

Eitrigg shook his head, took two steps back, unwilling to speak, just like humans treat Fording, in the eyes of many orcs, he is also a different kind.

Behind him, a strong orc patted him on the shoulder, and comforted: "Old man, I know your concerns, everything will be fine."

Blackhand watched the controversy in the hall, and his anger was gloomy, but it didn't happen; among the tribe whose conflicts are constantly intensifying, can Orgrim really smooth it all out?

He suddenly smiled and said: "Everyone is right, but some enemies are trying to make us fight humans at all costs! I wonder if everyone wants to act according to their plans?"

"go on!"

"We are not afraid of war, but we will not be fooled easily!"

Blackham laughed: "But what if the grain and grass aided by the storm cannot arrive on time? What if the only port of entry and exit for the wetland has been blocked? Without enough food, how would you choose?"

This rhetorical question stunned almost all the orcs in the hall. According to Blackham, they had no other choice but to start a war with Ashra Heights.

"What's going on?"

Blackhamp paused, and said mockingly: "Everyone is not curious, why am I not coming from the port, but from the swamp area? I learned from the Chiefs' Guard that the road to the port has been impossible for nearly half a month. Once it's clear, don't you have any doubts?"

Then he confronted Orgrim and asked fiercely: "I really want to doubt whether you, the Great Chief, spend all your energy on preparing heirs and mediating tribal relations, and forget the most fundamental things about orcs!"

"How about the Warchief, it is not your turn to take responsibility!"

Orgrim smiled, and calmly replied: "From what you just said, my previous inferences have been verified for eight to nine points; last month, the road to the port was occupied by murlocs. If it is expected, It should be Naga acting in the dark!"

"How do you know...then why haven't you responded!" Blackham is still accusing him, but his momentum is not as amazing as before.

Since being defeated by Orgrim in Mak'gora in the Orc War, and losing the Hammer of Doom, Blackhand's unparalleled aura is no longer at its peak.

The orcs behind Eitrigg came out and pointed to the countless camps under the mountain, "Because of them!"

He was Varok Sallufa, the king of the later generations, looking at the endless colorful camp at the foot of the mountain, Sallufa's voice was a bit uncomfortable and sad.

Sallufa explained: "The flood attacked and affected most of the clans, especially those clans who originally lived in low-lying areas, rivers and lake shores, and they suffered heavy losses.

Less than 50% can escape the flood; and hunger and pain further destroy their will, many soldiers full of honor, have to abandon the old and the weak, just like they did in Draenor.

If we don't help them, these clans have only one choice, which is to move to Twilight Heights and take refuge in our enemies! With so many refugees gathered here, it is very difficult to keep them from being unrested. I wonder if you, the loser of the negotiation, have any face to criticize the warchief! "

Blackhand didn't say a word, and said after a long while: "But the threat of Naga deserves our vigilance!"

"Don't fight!" Orgrim roared, "Everyone makes sense, but in the face of the current situation, we should unite more. Now that you are back in Blackham, we will have extra energy to support other clans. ."

At this time, the one after another Makgora in the city attracted everyone's attention.

"Those inheritors are fighting again!"

"The protagonist this time is the human who came with you, Blackham."

"Tell us about that human being. What do you think of him, is it good or bad for us orcs?" Sallufa asked, and he suddenly became curious about the protagonist of the duel.

Blackhand glanced at Eitrigg and replied: "He is an upright Paladin, who has no prejudice against us orcs. This time Naga's conspiracy was only detected in advance with his help."

"So, do you trust this human quartermaster?" Orgrim asked with a smile.

"At least Wetclaw of the White Claw clan is very confident that he will help us orcs; and the behavior on this road, at least, before we have a direct conflict with humans, tomorrow will help us!" Blackham confidently Said:

"This time, without his help, Naga's conspiracy is going to succeed, Orgrim, you are not ready to fight humans again!"

Orgrim thought for a while~www.ltnovel.com~ This is true, but this is also the wish of Stormwind Kingdom, Lordaeron and Kul Tiras. The threat of the undead is still there, and no one wants to be enemies behind. "

"Huh! This is obviously the best opportunity for us orcs to send troops to Stromgarde fortress to take down the northern part of the mainland. The former defeated Stormwind Kingdom will not be our opponent!" Gromash was very dissatisfied. He believed that humans Lordaeron, the strongest kingdom, has fallen, and the rest is just like that.

"The Blackstone clan will not accompany you crazy! Frostwolf, Fireblade, Thunder King, Shattered Palm... We are no longer full of orcs from Draenor. You must recognize this. All have The sane chief knows that we must bear it!"

Orgrim did not continue to lean towards the war song. The other side’s thoughts became more and more dangerous. He reprimanded twice before turning his head and saying to Blackham: “To avoid the war, the road to the port is very important now! I can only take this burden. here you are."

"How many people are there?"

"No!"

"Then how do I deal with murlocs and naga? Without food, Celal can't hold on for long!"

Orgrim smiled, and he pointed to the city again. At this time, Mak'gora was over and Shen Chen had already won. He said:

"Those inheritors, they are an undead legion that is stronger than the undead, that human quartermaster, will like this task!"

Orgrim seemed to see through what Shen Chen did when he came to Sierra, and became more interested in Shen Chen, "He has the materials supported by humans in his hand. Those things will be the things the inheritors need most. Of course, we Part of it will come out too! So, let him try, can he use the inheritor to carve a road to the port!"