Since ancient times, there has been a lack of a unified inheritance leader, and the various orc clans have never been a family that loves each other. Just as the Granulon Khan of the Shattered Fist disliked the Burning Blade Asog, he also disliked the Frostfang Clan's Taynon Khan, who is said to have refused his marriage request and was also disrespectful. Of course, this is only a superficial reason, the real reason is that Gloron Khan is a fierce man known for his bravery, and Tynon is also a traditional orc leader who has maintained his position by fighting bravely. In this way, who is the most courageous khan in the Orgrimmar clan alliance has become an indissolubling heart between the two. Especially when Gloron is getting older, and Taynon is still in the prime of life.

Of course, a friend of a friend is not necessarily a friend, and the enemy of an enemy, although not necessarily a friend, at least there is room for each other to take advantage of each other. Gloron and Taynon looked at each other unpleasantly because they were the same kind of people, but they both looked at Asog even more unpleasantly at the same time, because they both despised or feared the new force that Assog represented, a force that they could not understand at all.

If you don't want such a new force to become the main body of Orgrimmar in the future, then you can't let Asog's prestige continue to rise. From this point of view, the Taynon Khan and the Gloron Khan hit it off, and the former is also one of the most powerful first-class clans in the Great Wasteland, and can provide a lot of troops in the old Khan of Broken Fist's plan to conquer the Dragonclaw Peninsula, which forms the basis of the cooperation between the two.

However, this was nothing more than a simple and straight line between the two khans. They can reconcile, but that doesn't mean that their underground clan warriors will be able to reconcile. To know. In the history of Orgrimmar, there was a fight for a piece of fertile pasture or a clean stream. It is not uncommon for large-scale battles of more than 10,000 people to break out between different clans, even the Golden Horde Khan and the Celestial Spirit Shaman. There was also no reason or position to prevent the clan khan from seeking the right to exist for his own people.

And the two major clans of Shatterfist and Frostfang, similar things have happened this year - several fierce battles with thousands of people in a row can be regarded as a war, although there is no winner or loser, but it also stains both sides with the blood of the other party. Now, although the two clans are on the same front, they have done a lot of things to compete with each other and even put sacks on each other, but under the suppression of the two powerful khans who are still "well aware of the righteousness", there has been no big incident. Thereupon. The leaders of the clan alliance also breathed a sigh of relief.

As for the internal brawl...... In this kind of tribal union "army", can it be considered a thing?

Of course, with the monotonous and direct rough line thinking of the vast majority of orcs, it is naturally impossible to think that if nothing happens now, it does not mean that there will never be an accident.

So, just tonight, when the khans were still anxious about the black city in front of them, they held a "military meeting" in a similar manner. The Orgrimmar Clan coalition began their first battle of war, but it would never be the last.

The reason for the fight was simple, two warriors of the Frostfang Clan were found to have slashed and roared, and a dagger with a very unique shape fell from the scene. It was covered in the blood of those two unlucky guys. Many of those present had seen this delicately sharpened iron dagger, which was displayed in front of many of the soldiers of the Broken Fist Clan, and was said to have been exchanged for three bearskins of snowmane bears from a wandering merchant. In this regard, the soldier of Frostfang said. A dignified orc samurai uses a dagger, and you are embarrassed to show off such a sissy cannon. Of course, there is no sour grape component in this. That's a matter of opinion.

If the first person to discover the scene was a sober-minded person, the situation would have been well controlled. Pity. This kind of person is rare in the entire orc race, especially among this group of old-school orcs. So, the beast-blooded frostfangs decided to go to the Broken Fists and ask for an explanation, of course, in the murderous way with their weapons. However, the centurion of the broken fist, who had lost his precious dagger, accused the other party of stealing things, and naturally led his men to resist. Of course, this was originally just a brawl between hundreds of people, but somehow, the goblins and kobold slaves under these orcs also ran over to join in the fun, and the chaos escalated further.

The orc real men who had been holding back their anger because they couldn't attack the Black Man City for a long time gradually couldn't sit still, and they didn't know who was walking around, "Frostfang's Tynon assassinated the Great Khan of Gloron!" Go get revenge! "Or," said Gloron, who had taken down the Khan of Taynon with a few of his close friends, hoping to annex the Frostfang Clan once again! It's ridiculous to think about it, but it was a rumor that people lost their heads in that environment.

So, in the rumors that it is difficult to distinguish between true and false, the increasingly encouraging shouts of killing, and the sparks that start to rise up somewhere, the orcs of the real man naturally joined their camp with their knives and friends. By the time the Khans arrived at the scene in a hurry, the scuffle had spread into a large-scale fight of more than 100,000 people, and it was definitely not just Frostfang and Shatterfist that were involved—well, this was no longer a fight, but a complete civil war.

Once the chaos began, it was not so easy to stop, and it took the Khans five or six hours to separate their men, and then nearly five hours to get the disorganized army in order and counted, and then it was completely speechless. They looked at each other and decided to keep the loss figures in their hearts. You must know that most of the people who really died in the melee were the Orcs of the Ox lineage. And the goblins and kobolds who didn't feel distressed how many times they died, don't look at them as the most powerful in the melee, but once the real knives and guns moved, they were the group that shrank the most, but they didn't kill a few people.

I don't know why, but at this time, the Khans suddenly felt that even the centaurs and minotaurs, who were usually very trustworthy, looked at them with a little subtlety.

Why does the ruler of the Great Wasteland have to be an Orc? Anyway, the will of the great universe did not say. The Khans automatically replenished their mental activity.

"It's also thanks to the fact that those tricksters are a bunch of eggless guys...... If we had left Kaejo at that time, we might have all eaten at the same time. There are very "optimistic" people who are so authentic.

"At this time, you have to sincerely pray to the god of war."

"Oh. Isn't it first praying to the heavenly spirits and earth mothers who give us souls and bodies? ”

"It's natural...... Are you goblins, you growing thing, doubting my faith? Let's peel off your scalp and see if the brains are all black! ”

Seeing that the "fight" of ordinary soldiers has just stopped, the "battle" between the khans is about to be staged. A camp tent not far away suddenly burst into a large blazing fire.

"That. What's that? ”

"The direction of our grain and grass camp!"

Well, the clan alliance army finally has a bit of an army, at least their food supplies are uniformly supplied. Of course, the khans naturally did not feel at ease about putting their lifeblood in the hands of others, so the manager of the grain and grass camp became a minotaur earth spirit shaman Buffalo. He is also the overseer sent by the Shamanic Order#, and is also the supreme commander of all shamans in the orc army.

This is a very powerful and respected shaman, and he has a good relationship with all the clan khans, which is the biggest reason why he is the overseer. Of course. Whether or not this priest is capable of such a heavy duty is a matter of opinion. Anyway, many people know that this Minotaur likes to drink a lot, and when he does, he will get drunk and unconscious. Isn't it immediate?

So, when the khans ran to the grain camp again in a hurry, they saw the head of the earth spirit shaman Buffalo on the flagpole. and piles of grain burning in the midst of a blazing fire.

Even orcs who can eat raw meat directly will not want to eat charred pieces of meat and bread, right? So, the orcs began the emergency fire rescue work again. By the time they were exhausted and finally extinguished the last bit of fire, at least half of the grain and grass had been reduced to ashes.

Of course. It doesn't matter if the food is burned, anyway, if you can't do it, you can kill goblins and kobold slaves to satisfy your hunger. But even so, this is a tipping point for the existence of zài. Goblins and kobolds cannon fodder are even if they are melons, and you have to abuse them to a certain extent. Maybe there will be a rebellion. In addition, the Centaurs and Minotaurs are much more elaborate on their recipes than the Orcs, at least. People haven't eaten meat yet, so they can't be taboo enough to stuff the slaves who are still fighting side by side around them into their mouths and chew on them.

What's more, the wood and leather used to repair siege equipment. Spare bows and spears, and even a few newly repaired tower carts and stone throwers. They were all struggling in the raging fire, burning spectacularly.

In any case, the orc coalition will not be able to launch a strong assault on Black Man, at least for a few days.

"How the hell did they get here? So many brothers died, so many heavy supplies were lost? Not only did we not even see the shadow of the enemy, but now we don't even know how they came to be? "The Khan of Tymnon was furious.

To everyone's surprise, the Glouron Khan, who was older than Taynon and had a bigger temper than Taynon, was silent at this time, without saying a word, he held his chin and thought, as if he had guessed something, and his face was cloudy.

"Great Khan, Black Duke Angmar has arrived." An orc's voice interrupted his thoughts.

Looking at the tall figure who appeared in front of everyone at some point, wrapped in a cloak and a Ugin mask, the eyes of the old khan of the Shattered Fist Clan were suddenly bloodshot like angry bulls.

"It's cheating! Angmar! We've been attacking, but you've been watching! I've lost my son and my beloved general, and you've only provided us with a few siege weapons that can be shattered at the slightest touch! Your plan is ridiculous as if it were conceived by a goblin! Instead of helping us take the city, your underground tunnels have been used by the enemy to attack us! Our provisions are burning, our warriors are groaning! What are you doing now? Want to laugh at us? Angmar! A friend with a hidden arrow will be more despised than an enemy with a blade! ”

The old khan roared wildly, like a wounded beast, but I don't know why, even with such a hysterical roar, it did not contain any palpitating power, only a bluff of madness and irritability.

In the past, some people often thought that when the Khan of the Shattered Fist clan roared, it was as if a manic storm had descended on the world, which gave rise to the nickname "Storm Roar", which is the nickname of the big boss. But now, in the eyes of all those present, there was no such thing as a majestic khan who was only one step away from the supreme seat of the Golden Horde, but only a hysterical old stubbornness. He may still be a lion, but he is just an old lion, his claws and teeth are no longer sharp, and he seems to have no other way to deter his enemies than to blash and shout.

The Black Duke stood there coldly, as if he were a sculpture. He listened to the other man's roar until Gloron breathed a sigh of relief and coughed involuntarily, and then said in an unhurried tone, "No news has come back from my knights. However, any attack will naturally come and go, and if we fail, the enemy will naturally be able to use the resources we have left behind...... However, the entrance to the underground sewer is in your defense zone, and if the soldiers of the Federation really touch your barracks, it should be you who are derelict in your duties, right? ”

"The entrance to the underground waterways is guarded day and night! And I've sent you three more reinforcements! No one came out there, not a single one! There must be some other outlet, I'm sure! ”

"Even if there is another exit, will it be my responsibility for you to let the enemy enter your camp, stir up infighting, and burn the grain and grass? Gloron? The storm roars, and you think you are a leader, but you have no prestige to rule over the tribes; He thought he was a warrior, but he lost the courage to charge; When you encounter setbacks and mistakes, you will only be wild and splattered to your allies. The Orcs under the command of Asog of the Dragon's Heart are a true Iron Army, and your army is nothing more than a rabble of armed thugs in disarray. As for you, you're a Stone Age primordial chief at best, and even a bandit leader of the human race is more knowledgeable. The most ridiculous thing is that you dare to make a lot of nonsense in front of me, pretending to be a Golden Horde. Gloron, what gives you the illusion that you are also qualified to speak to me in such a tone? ”

The Khan of Gloron was so angry that his skin, which had already appeared particularly yellow, suddenly turned red. He opened his mouth wide to say something, but he couldn't say anything, and then the whole person shriveled away, like a balloon that had been filed, and quickly deflated.

He knew that the position of the Golden Horde Khan had left him far away, and whether he could keep the leadership of the Shattered Fist Clan would depend on his luck in the future.

Tai Nong of the Frosttooth Clan looked at the sluggish state of his old opponent, but he didn't have the pleasure of "Ah, you actually have today" at all, and his heart was very depressed, full of emotion of a rabbit and a dead fox. He wanted to comfort the other party, but he didn't know what to say.

Angmar ignored the old orc, who had been knocked down by his own words, and his gaze as cold as solid mercury shot out from behind the dark golden visor, sweeping over everyone. The khans' necks gradually broke out in a fine cold sweat, and they fidgeted.

"Khans, I gave you time, but you wasted it. I gave you weapons, but you squandered them. I even cut off your plans and reinforcements, but you are incompetent and used by the enemy. Well, I'll have no choice but to stop seeing you as allies to talk to! Now, I command you, don't add to the chaos, and let me honestly stay where I am and keep my eyes open to see how the army of the Immortals has reduced this city to ruins! (To be continued......)