Boulder, the wolf cavalry captain of the Thundertooth Clan, is a rare "vegetarian" among the orcs, and he prefers bird meat more than his colleagues, who thinks that elven meat is the best, followed by humans and dwarves. In this regard, Boulder, who has a very cold personality, thinks that his compatriots are all a group of teases, because none of them have eaten elves, and they know that they are drooling while holding a few elven illustrated books that the caravans outside occasionally bring over. As a business-minded intellectual, one of the few orcs, he felt that the best way to deal with human captives was not to keep them as military rations, but to stay and let the enemy pay the ransom. In this way, the maximum surplus value of the captives can be squeezed.

He is also a relatively prestigious junior officer in his own tribe, but, unfortunately, his opinion is not very useful in the hundred-strong army he is currently in, because his subordinates in this army are only about thirty wolf cavalry, and the rest of the men and horses are from the Thunderclaw Clan, and they are led by a troll witch doctor named Wukan.

Whether it's a plain troll or a mountain troll, they all have the nickname "dead shemale", so you can imagine their recipe preferences. The Plains Troll Witch Doctor of the Thunderclaw Clan, Ukan, did taste human flesh when he was younger, and it is said that he was still a child's flesh, and he still remembered it. Thanks to his lifelong mission, his subordinates also had a very high desire for human flesh. This time, the hundred-man search party under his command finally captured a group of Federation soldiers, including twenty seriously wounded and crippled, enough for everyone to have a good meal.

So, that night, when the troops found a valley near the mountains and rivers to camp and rest. There was a small confrontation between the two leaders over dinner.

"We've been eating 10 days of moldy black bread and air-dried meat that's older than me. Rations provided by Henas...... Only those dead people can eat it! The witch doctor threw his bag of dry food on the ground and even stepped on it twice.

The undead don't have to eat military rations. If it weren't for the tens of thousands of hungry orc allies. The undead lords of Henas didn't have the heart to make the corpses into "salty, sour, and sour" air-dried meat.

"Why don't you have some fresh meat? It's rare for us to be so successful in this hunt. An orc fighter said loudly.

It took about nine seconds for the orcs, who were not very good at brains, to figure out what they meant by "fresh meat" and "hunting", and Boulder quickly shook his head in disagreement: "This is not going to work. Lord Wukan. Assog Khan had ordered us to take all our captives to the Iron Fist Fortress. ”

Asog is not a Thundertooth, nor is he the Khan of Thunderclaw. If it were in the old days, the unusually temperamental troll witch doctor would probably refute it like this. However, after this great battle, the prestige of the "Dragon Heart" Asog has been imprinted in the hearts of every participating orc like the rising sun, and it will become more and more profound. In a while, his martial name will spread like the wind throughout the Orgrimmar Great Wasteland. An orc with a slight head will know that this young Khan of the Burning Blade Clan. Just by virtue of the immortal exploits made in this great war, it is already a matter of nine out of ten to live in the Golden Horde and become the supreme ruler of the Great Wilderness principle.

"Then eat a few crippled and seriously wounded?" Another orc officer said, "Anyway, they're injured like this, even if we don't eat, it's hard to get back to Iron Fist Fortress alive." ”

"Well, then there will be no problem." The troll witch doctor nodded very neatly, obviously agreeing with this mention: "And, as long as everyone agrees." Besides, if you keep your mouth closed a little tighter at Lord Asog, it shouldn't be a problem, right? ”

"This ......" Boulder looked at his wolf cavalry men, and saw that they also showed eager expressions. He also looked at the only one in the entire team who was more "vegetarian" than himself, and the only spellcaster, the Minotaur Shaman Priest Kaul. He threw a look asking for support at the other party, only to find that the other party shook his head covertly at him.

"It's okay, it's okay. Boulder, know your cleanliness fetish. Ukan patted the wolf cavalry captain on the shoulder hard. Haha laughed loudly: "I killed a landwalker at noon, that thing is really fat, enough for your dinner!" ”

In fact, in the eyes of the orc soldiers, the Witch Doctor of Ukan is a very good person. He is very cool and generous, and the loot he grabs is also happy to be evenly distributed with everyone, and he also takes care of his subordinates, there are two soldiers in the team that he risked his life from the battlefield to snatch, in addition, his medical skills are good, although the witch doctor's medical skills are similar to those of veterinarians, no matter how clever he is, it is estimated that only an orc with thick skin and flesh can not be cured, and he also makes a good spear and javelin, which is absolutely the perfect grassroots leader.

Boulder also has a lot of respect for the troll witch doctor, and the cooperation between the different clans is actually quite pleasant. Of course, the reason for this is that in addition to the fact that there is no dirt between the commanders, it is also because the two clans of Thundertooth and Thunderclaw are originally relatives who have broken bones and tendons. In addition, as an aside, there is also one of their close relatives - the Thunder Axe Clan, which has produced six Golden Horde Khans and two Heavenly Spirit Shamans in history. Of course, we can't blame the clan names of the orcs for being so tasteless and original, and the "thunder" and "thunder" in the past are not afraid of being really caught up by the thunder one day. There is no way, the civilization of this rough race is indeed just that.

The "Double Thunder" tribe of the Orc Clan Alliance is the hardcore of the Burning Blade Khan Dragonheart Asog, and the old Khan of the Thunderaxe Clan is Asog's own uncle, but this time they did not send troops to come. Because the old khan had died just three months earlier, Asog's cousins were battling their muscles against each other to prove that they were the best fit for the Khan's position. In normal times, this process tends to last more than a year. Of course, orcs are not humans, and even if they have inheritance problems, they will not fight a civil war with hardcore diehards, at most they will blow up each other in the sunset, or have an enhanced triathlon. Although it lasted a little longer. But the blood of the people will not be wasted.

This time, of course. This time may be much less. It is clear to everyone that after this war. Asog's prestige is skyrocketing. His cousins, who can get his appreciation the most and can cooperate with his actions to the greatest extent, can sit firmly on the throne of the Khan of the Thunder Axe Clan.

In this way, the "Three Thunder" Clan, the Storm Clan, and Asog's own Burning Blade Clan, the young "Dragon Heart" alone mastered the allegiance of more than one-third of the large clans of the Orgrimmar Clan Alliance. In addition, he is said to be eye-to-eye with the Heavenly Spirit Shaman Longzas, and the gossip is rumored. The latter even intended to marry his most proud female disciple to the former. Under such circumstances, the future candidate for the Golden Horde seems to have completely lost suspense.

"If Lord Asog can really become the Golden Horde, the way of life of the orcs will definitely change greatly in the future." Boulder sat on a small hill at the mouth of the valley, with his troops and prisoners encamped in the background. He was not too reluctant to watch his comrades judge the captives as they did the ingredients of the cattle, so he took his supper - a fat roast chicken, and hid away from the other vegetarian in the group, the minotaur shaman Kaur.

"Change? What do you mean by change? Is it forbidden for the whole army to eat the meat of the captives from now on? Kaul asked with a smile.

"I am not in a position to judge other people's recipes, although Master Asog did. In many cases, whether or not others will see you as a civilized race depends very much on how you treat your enemies. "Boulder is so authentic. There are a few poetic words in this statement. And it's a bit philosophical, and if it were to be said by a hideous and terrifying orc, it would be even more disagreeable. It's like a big man with five big and three thick faces, full of meat, and a bandit. In front of you, I recited "The Song of Long Hatred" with a round radio tone.

Boulder was indeed a very fond reader, and also studied Auckland and Sanskrit Elf, which are currently the most common languages in the mainland. Every time an outside caravan arrived at the clan station, he bought necessities such as salt and iron. Most of the income is spent on buying a variety of books. He couldn't buy a tome of the art of war and politics, but he could read even a tabloid magazine that had expired for two years. For this reason, Boulder has received a lot of white eyes and squeezes in his clan, obviously he is a very good at learning and using his brain, and he can be called a talent with both civil and military skills, and now he is only a little wolf cavalry captain who leads a team of less than fifty people.

The Minotaur Shaman looked at this non-mainstream wolf cavalry captain and was stunned for a few seconds, and then he couldn't help but grin: "If you were born in the Burning Blade Clan, it might be much easier." "He belongs to the Shamanic Order and is not the resident shaman of any of the above clans, so he hasn't known Boulder for long.

"It's a shame indeed. However, I believe that when Lord Asog becomes the Khan of the Golden Horde, Orgrimmar will become another world. It may be a little strange, but it will definitely be a better world, and people like me will definitely play a greater role in this world. "I've always believed in that," Boulder said. ”

"Is this a common way for you warriors? Or is it just you who think so? The minotaur shaman nibbled on a bite of meat and took a long sip of wine. His dinner consisted of a roasted fragrant thigh and a large jar of spirits with no aroma but a pungent smell. Boulder looked at it several times before he was sure that it was not a human thigh, but a leg of mutton. As for the wine, it is a dwarven spirit, and it is of inferior quality, but even so, it is already a rare luxury for these orc junior officers.

"You don't think you have as much, do you? It's just that I simply feel that under the leadership of Lord Asog, our life will be much better, and we will definitely achieve one brilliant victory after another. The captain of the orc wolf cavalry said: "Of course, I myself feel that victory in the war is not an end, but a means to fight for a more prosperous life for the clansmen. If Lord Asog could understand this, he would be the greatest Khan of all time! ”

The minotaurs stared blankly at each other, and this time it took half a minute to come back to their senses. He smiled dumbly: "I don't know where you learned so much." ”

"Uh...... Actually, our clan has a regular trade relationship with a caravan from Neosfia, and every year their caravan brings me the necessary goods. Their accountant is a great scholar and I have a good relationship. Every year when I come, I bring some books and teach me a lot. ”

The orcs did have a "fine tradition" of using prisoners of war as military rations. Occasionally, poor passers-by passing by Orgrimmar would be "killed" as prey, but no matter how brain-dead they were, they could not harm merchants from afar. Not only that, but they will also be treated as guests. This is the biggest difference between civilized creatures and beasts.

"A man who settles accounts for caravans is actually a great scholar?" The Minotaur Shaman thought it was a bit ridiculous to hear about it, but listening to Boulder's conversation, he knew that this was a young man with a clear mind, a clear mind, and a very good thinker, and his own strength and command were good, by the standards of an orc. It is indeed a compound talent with both civil and military skills that is worth cultivating.

"It's not easy......

"Master Kaul?"

"Oh, a little distracted." The Minotaur Shaman thought for a moment, and then suddenly said, "However, don't you worry, what Master Asog thinks and does has actually deviated from the teachings of the War Sacred Seat?" ”

"The Throne of War...... This ......" Boulder thought about it for a long time, but still didn't know how to answer. As a member of the orcs, he was instilled with the idea that "orcs are loyal followers of the god of war." As long as we follow the teachings of the god of war. Sooner or later, the greatest warrior nation like ours will surely become the ruler of the world......

"But where is the God of War now?" Boulder had such a rebellious thought in his mind. He was taken aback by himself.

"Master Kaul, some people say that the black dragon from the previous war. In fact, it is the embodiment of the War Holy Seat. What do you think ......?"

"Don't talk nonsense! This is clearly a rumor that the enemy is using to divide and shake our resolve! The god of war is the true god, the immortal supreme being. How can you be downed by a strange ship of the Federation! That black dragon is nothing more than a mercenary hired by Lord Asog for a sum of money! The Minotaur shaman's heart tightened. quickly interrupted the other party's words sharply.

"Huh? Yes, I'm a gaffe! Boulder quickly apologized, but he was a little unimpressed. The so-called "immortal supreme" god of war, he couldn't be clearer about what happened in the Qiming War. The official statement announced by the Khans, Elders, and Shamans in front of the orcs has always been that "The War Throne has suffered a lot of wounds in the Great War and is now dormant and recuperating, but one day, he will definitely return and lead his people to conquer all the sky, earth, and sea!" "However, he Boulder is a highly educated orc who has read books, how can this official statement full of slots fool him?

From this point of view, "the wrong route, the more knowledge is more reactionary", it is really an undoubted universal truth across the world and even the dimensional universe!

The minotaur shaman seemed to feel that he was a little out of shape, he groaned for a moment, looked at the other party seriously, and suddenly said, "Boulder, you young man is indeed very good...... Do you think that's good? I can introduce you to Lord Gotai, the leader of the wolf cavalry and a henchman under Dragonheart. If Lord Asog had known that you were such a good man, he would have asked the Khan of Glok for you. ”

"This ......" Bolger suddenly showed a look of surprise, but quickly turned into an entanglement, seeming to be a little hesitant.

"There is no question of zài betraying the clan. As you said, it seems that the orcs of the future will become a new world. Then, in this new world of the future, maybe the division between clans will also become a different situation. The minotaur shaman looked at the sky in the distance, as if he was fascinated by the imaginary scene.

There is no oracle of the true gods, no chaotic internal affairs, no clans that go their own way, only a wise leader, an efficient center of power, an empire that turns all the clans, the Beamon Behemoth and the Cyclops, into a whole whole. An orc empire destined to conquer the world.

The minotaur shaman came back to his senses and patted the wolf cavalry on the shoulder vigorously: "Young man, you are very good, a guy like you is indeed the most suitable type for the clan alliance in the future, maybe he will really become a great big man." Come on, boy...... Uh......"

Boulder was a little moved, and just wanted to thank the other party seriously, but the Minotaur's voice suddenly froze, and finally transformed into a very unnatural exhalation sound, and even the voice was completely distorted. He hurriedly raised his head, only to find that the minotaur shaman, who was a head taller than himself, had a feathered arrow firmly nailed to his neck, and the black arrow on his tail was still swaying.

"Run, run! There is an enemy attack! The elderly minotaur shaman wanted to say this. He wanted the other party to inform the friendly troops in the camp that were still behind, and he hoped that this excellent young man would escape this fate. He tried to reach out to the wolf cavalry sitting beside him, trying to say something, but only to spit out blood foam and dissonant chaotic notes.

Before the focus between the Minotaur shaman's eyes was completely lost, he saw with his own eyes: another feathered arrow roared and pierced the temple of the promising wolf cavalry captain, piercing his head. (To be continued......)

PS: It's 5000 words again today, everyone, don't you give me a little ticket to play?