The early summer sun is perhaps the most beautiful of the year. At this time, it is not as gentle as spring, but it is not as vicious as midsummer, and the just right warm light shines from the end of the sky and the sea of clouds, and it can indeed roast people lazy. Bathed in such warm sunshine, the whole person's mood may be better.

At least the Khan of the Orc Burning Blade Clan, "Dragonheart" Asog, is in a very good mood right now. He spread out his palms, allowing sunlight to leak through the cracks in his palms and sprinkle on the ground, coating the ground beneath his feet with a warm golden yellow. The young khan looked at the golden-painted ground with interest, as if it were not ordinary earth, but real gold. Then, naturally, he smiled, very happily. Until the sound of two heavy footsteps behind him, from far and near, he never looked back.

"Great Khan...... Lord Lovelace, it's here. The shorter orc said as he stood behind the Khan.

Perhaps for fear of disturbing the lord's good mood, his voice seemed to be harmonious, which is a very rare trait among the orc race. In addition, it is said that it is short in stature, but it is actually relatively speaking, and it can be regarded as a standard size by human standards. However, compared to the vast majority of orc compatriots, it looks a little thin. This is normal, for a wolf knight, too bulky and huge, both for himself and for his mount, is a very heavy burden.

His name is Gothei, the leader of the wolf cavalry of the Burning Blade tribe, and one of Asog's right-hand men.

"Are you looking at the land here? Young Burning Blade Khan? Another humane. Compared to the former, his body size is a standard strong beast physique. There is even a huge body more than 2 meters tall standing there. It's like an unshakable mountain. However, his voice was a little muffled. It's not like the kind of beast-like ambition and courage that an orc should have, but there are a few unnatural hoarsenesses.

"Yes! What fertile land! Asog Khan even squatted down, pinched up a handful of soil, and rubbed it gently: "If there is such fertile soil in the hometown of the Great Wasteland, maybe our nation will be in a different situation, right?" ”

"I've heard of you, young Khan. Not because you have the title of 'Dragon's Heart', or because you're the youngest Khan to potentially settle in the Golden Horde, but because the Burning Blade tribe under your rule is now the richest tribe in the wasteland. It's been a long time since you've participated in the raids of the Horde Alliance. The warriors of the Burning Blades are still the most powerful warriors in the wasteland. If the land under your feet belongs to you forever, the future development of this group seems to be really worth looking forward to. ”

"Maybe it's just a delusion on my part? At the very least, I've gone against many traditions, and more likely against our hearts. Orcs who are unwilling to kill and plunder and demand the light of civilization? Hehehe, how deviant would it be in your time? ”

"To survive? For family? Or for the sake of land and wealth? Or is it the never-ending fighting spirit of us orcs, bloodthirsty souls? Such an argument was made when the old decay was still alive. It's not going to stop. The Khan replied in a hoarse voice. There was no fluctuation of emotion in his voice, as if the man's body and soul were stagnant water, but in the end, the timbre finally rose and fell. It was as if a stone had been thrown into a deep pool of 10,000 years, bringing a trace of ripples.

Perhaps, you will give this argument a satisfactory solution. Young 'Dragon's Heart'. ”

The young khan smiled noncommittally. Turning his head, he bowed slightly to the voice that was taller than himself: "I can meet the legendary hero of the orc from the last era. It's a great honor for me! Lovelace? Lord Bloodrage! ”

In the Khan's sight, the old orc in front of him did not have the earthy yellow or grass-green skin that an orc should have. It is completely pale, almost dead. He was naked, with thick bandages in many places. The armor skirt around his waist hung a machete, a ring of throwing axes were tied, and two formidable maces were carried behind his back. This is the image of a typical orc warrior, but it lacks a trace of due vitality.

"My current name is Savage, the Pale Orc Savage, the name given to me by the King of Bones who gave me another life. Young Khan, there are no orc heroes from the previous era, just an old zombie of an orc. The pale old orc said in a flat tone. He looked at the "Heart of the Dragon" Asog, the gray-blue eyes characteristic of necromancers, but the chill was overwhelming.

Facing this "Pale Orc" zombie who was only stronger than his previous combat power, Asog did not shy away from looking at the other party, and the smile on his face did not decrease: "So, Lord of the Plague, is there any oracle you want to convey to me?" Lord Savage! ”

"The main force of the Federation's floating fleet is expected to cross the Ironstone Canyon and enter the sky above Black City in the 10th at the latest. The army on the side of Henas will be led by the Black Duke Angmar himself. The Bone King wanted to know when the orcs' armies, as allies, would stand in their proper place in the plan. ”

"Don't worry. It's a plan I have drawn up with my own hands, and neither the undead legions of Henas nor the shamans and khans of Orgrimmar would want to see it carried out more than I do. Khan nodded: "However, the premise is that the weapons brought by the Black Duke really have the same effect as the Plague King described. ”

“…… We've done the tests, at least so far nothing has gone wrong. But even if it fails, what's the big deal? Left and right, but another wait. We've been waiting for a long time, and it doesn't matter if we have a little more time. ”

Asorg took a deep look at the orc "zombie" who looked like stagnant water all over his body, and his tone was still indifferent, but he suddenly had an unshakable determination: "The 60,000 warriors of the four tribes will all assemble here in three days, and all enter the ambush in the Iron Rock Canyon in five days." After this battle, the sky will no longer be the domain of weak magicians! Well, may blood and thunder be with you forever! ”

The old orc zombie still didn't have any other expression, but he also lowered his head slightly, and gently tapped his chest: "May blood and thunder be with you forever!" Young Khan! ”

Having received the desired answer, the pale orc said goodbye to the Khan, jumped on the back of a bone dragon, spread its bone wings and soared into the sky. Assog watched as the huge bone dragon gradually turned into a small black dot, burrowed into the mountains on the horizon, and gradually disappeared.

"The ancient heroes of the orcs, the indomitable warriors of the bloodrage, are now vassals of Kazan, the plague king. The samurai who should wrestle with the dragon is almost the job of a liaison officer between the orcs and the undead...... Although the adult seems to be calm, perhaps the rebellious and unruly soul is weeping in his body. Gotai stood beside Asog, with a hint of pity and sigh in his tone, and there seemed to be a hint of well-hidden contempt.

"The ancient hero of an era ago will always have his reasons for living in such a way until now. He's done enough to the orcs that we're not in a position to make irresponsible claims. Khan replied with a blank face.

"Yes...... Your Majesty was rude. Gotai lowered his head and apologized in a low voice, as if he were a human knight.

"It's time for our generation to do its part. Yes, Gotai, we will win! In our way. The enemies of civilization cannot be defeated by barbaric methods, as the blood of our ancestors has proven countless times over the centuries. However, the power of civilization can still bring new life to our barbarian tribe. This victory should also be the beginning of a new era! ”

"When later historians speak of our story, will it be the beginning of a new era?" On the mountain not far from the Khan and the wolf knights, a middle-aged man with a common face in an ordinary travel robe asked the same question in a frivolous tone almost at the same moment. In the mountain path at his feet, the orc army also meandered, as if it could not see its head and tail, and tried in vain to devour the world.

"As far as our lives are concerned, the history of mankind, no matter how thick it is, is just a trivial matter that happened yesterday. How? The Abyss Lord, who has survived from the Age of Annihilation to the present, the dignified Immortal Belkiel, has also begun to be interested in history? The person who answered him was also a middle-aged man, but he was much taller than the former, even to the point of being like a dream. Even so, the aura around him was frivolous and ethereal, and the smile on the corner of his mouth also made the whole person's expression full of cruel and treacherous elements. It can be said that he is a typical villain.

"You, who have also existed from the era of annihilation, to the present, don't you still maintain your vulgar desire for beautiful girls? Ten thousand years have passed, and there is no pause. Chadoldin: Oh. ”

"This is because my quest for beauty will never fade away with the changes of time and history. Berkiel, you are clearly envious of me, envy of my eternal and unshakable noble and persistent soul. ”

"Hey, forget it, I'm only showing one face in the whole two volumes, but I'm not here to talk to you about this nonsense." Belkiel gently stroked the pendant on his chest: "Then, at the necessary moment, I hope that you will be able to condescend and give our allies and your people the necessary help." The Holy Seat of War. (To be continued......)