All that remains is the ruined Iron Fist Fortress, now more like a terrifying mountain labyrinth. The blackened and deformed bricks and tiles that had been burned by the original hell formed a hideous and curious posture, and the north wind drifted from the tundra wasteland in the northern part of the Namoa Mountains, passing through the craggy rocks in the "labyrinth", and made a "whining" sound, as if it was the screams of the dying deaths of the iron-rock dwarves and human allied soldiers who had been burned to death in the great war of more than a thousand years.

Asog, the Khan of the Orc Burning Blade Tribe "Dragonheart", sits in the only building in the Iron Fist Fortress that is still intact. Of course, it is said that it is complete, but in fact, half of the wall facing the west wall has completely collapsed, and half of the entire house has been burned to black, but it can still be vaguely judged from the appearance that it is a very majestic castle-like building.

There was a bonfire lit in front of Azog, and food was being grilled, and the steaks on the grill were very sound, smelling of oil, but it was difficult to tell which part of the animal it was, even if it was human flesh, it was not entirely impossible. There were still a lot of such bonfires and simple stoves in the entire fortress, and the green smoke drifted densely in the wide ironstone canyon, but Asog and the orc bigwigs sitting around the campfire didn't seem to care. At this time, the mountains around the Iron Rock Canyon were shrouded in thick clouds and mist, and they didn't worry that the Federation fleet high above would find them—even if they did, it didn't matter, Asog and his friends who were munching on the barbecue of unknown creatures were worried that they wouldn't come.

"Asog, did you calculate the rebellion of those Niruma dealers?" An orc giant man about two meters tall, three or four meters tall, sat cross-legged on one side of the fire. He had just finished gnawing on a stick bone almost as thick as a human calf. Casually tossed it into the fire, while holding his own knife to cut the lean meat on the grill. He asked in a very casual tone, as if he were chatting casually.

"Niruma Traffickers" is exactly what the Orcs called the Nikiantes. Of course, relatively speaking, compared to the contemptuous terms such as "Nord monkey", "highland pig", and "two-legged sheep", it can be regarded as polite.

"Even I couldn't have designed it to this point." The young khan of the Burning Blade Clan suddenly showed a layered smile that was different from that of most orc tribes: "The current leader of Niru is a spoiled and talented young man, he even dares to disobey the edicts of the Nord royal family, let alone pay attention to my courtship. The young man who was seen on the battlefield. Are you still dreaming of going between Arel and Orgrimmar and establishing a kingdom of Niru? ”

"The Kingdom of Niru? Hahaha, if it's a joke, Asog, you're really good at it. The giant of the orcs dropped the knife in his hand, and seemed to have heard something very interesting, and slapped the ground with great pleasure.

The name of this orc man is Glock, or the orc warrior known as the "Skull Crusher" Glock, the Khan of the Tooth Tribe. This is a young and vigorous Khan. He is one of the most heroic tribal khans in the entire steppe, and he is also the clan leader who has a good relationship with the "Dragon's Heart". By blood, he is a distant cousin of Asog "Heart of the Dragon", but. This kind of Cheng dù's kinship is not uncommon for almost every orc clan leader.

"I'm just sure of one thing, when all the great powers of humanity are in chaos. There's no reason why only the Nords can stay out of the way. Asog added again, half-jokingly, half-seriously.

"People who are too confident in themselves and too unconfident in themselves, once they become leaders. It's really a troubling thing. It seems that this leader of the Niru is also the former. But, Asog, don't you worry, you're still one of those people? The orc sitting on the left side of Glockk looked not young anymore, and his body was even a little rickety, but his muscles were still full of strength and toughness, and his topaz-colored eyes were still as sharp as a sword, like an old tiger, even if he was old, he was still the most powerful predator in the jungle, and sometimes he was often more pragmatic, deadly and dangerous than his younger kind.

His name is Kruza, Khan of the Thundertalon Tribe, an old but still energetic and powerful orc chieftain.

"Sitting here are people who are willing to believe in me and are ready to gamble with me." Asog said to the old orc, who was old enough to be his father, "Kruza Khan, as you said to me when you left Orgrimmar, the descendants of the Father of the Heavenly Spirit and Mother Earth, and the followers of the God of War, should be firm in their purpose at all times. As long as you make up your mind, you must fight until the blood in your body is completely drained. ”

"Then let's see if the blood value is worth shedding." The old Khan was not moved by the other party's bloody lines. At his age, his status is not just a matter of "war, war, war", and so on.

"It doesn't matter if you're allied with the undead, and while I don't like skeletons and rotten corpses, the Ancestors at least have experience fighting alongside them. But, Asog, at least I need to know, what do we have to gain even if we fought alongside them, completely destroying the Federation's floating fleet, and accomplishing a great feat that has never been found for a long time? The old khan said: "The strategic focus of the people of Tianling is still the Great Lakes region under our noses. Black Flood Basin? Dragonclaw Peninsula? These are separated by the natural dangers of the Namoan Mountains. Cattle and sheep don't eat grass, but they want to gnaw the sand on the horizon, this reason, I'm afraid many people can't figure it out. ”

"Even if you want to gnaw the grass in front of you, you have to be able to unite these cattle and sheep." The young orc khan narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the khan who seemed to be old and "cautious": "We need victory, old man, and you understand why. If you really can't figure it out, you won't be able to lead the warriors of the Thunderblade Clan here. ”

The old orc smiled, and a sly expression flashed on his face: "I'm just just wondering what the participating clan warriors are likely to get after this battle is over." The future is too far away, and I don't know if I can see that day, so I don't think about it. ”

“…… There are now nearly 300,000 people in the Black City Valley, and those magicians in the sky have used this place as their future strategic base to operate, so you can imagine how much wealth has been invested in it. Asog also showed a sinister smile similar to that of a merchant: "After the battle, you can not seal the sword, it depends on how much your people can take, just don't play with it." ”

"That's enough." The old khan seemed very satisfied, and regained his calm and steady manners, and began to slowly and methodically cut the roasted meat, as if it were an illusion.

"Since we are here, we will definitely fight with you to the end. Asog! A young orc, who even looked a few years younger than Asog, sat on the sidelines, slowly roasting a piece of roast meat with his knife in his fire, "I'm also very interested in your battle plan. Such an orderly use of troops should be the first time for an orc. Whether it's as your friend or as a Khan of a tribe, I'm genuinely interested in seeing where you, the 'least orc-like' Khan, can take us. ”

"So, that's all I call you. Thor, my dear friend. Asog laughed, "There aren't many tribal khans who would believe me, the 'least orc-like' guy. ”

"I don't believe you, I just want to find a different enemy to fight." Grock let out a rough laugh.

"I don't believe you either, I just want to make a big deal for my people to survive the winter." The old Kruza Khan chuckled dryly.

"I'm just out of personal interest." The youngest Khan present, the leader of the Storm Clan, "Son of the Wind" Thor, clipped his hand and said: "If the facts can prove that when we Heavenly Spirit Sons will make immortal achievements when we use our brains, our closed and long-suffering race will find an opportunity to change." ”

At this time, a goshawk suddenly soared from the northern sky. It circled half a circle above the Iron Fist Fortress, let out a long, high-pitched roar, and began to land, heading directly at the campfire where the four khans were sitting. It changed form in the air, took the form of a diminutive human, and landed in front of the khans, falling to one knee.

In addition to being unusually short, this is also a person with a typical orc appearance. He wore a shaman necklace of animal bones on his chest, a wooden cane on his own club, bloody orc totems and runes tattooed on the muscles on his chest, and even thick wings that had not yet faded where his hands connected to his torso.

The Khan of the Burning Blade Clan sucked out all the marrow in the flesh and bones in his hands, and then clapped his hands and said unsatisfactorily: "Are you here?" ”

"At the latest, tomorrow dawn will resist the northern pass of the Iron Rock Canyon."

"What about the undead?"

"According to your original plan, you are already on standby at the predetermined location." The dwarf shaman, who seemed to be a combination of orcs and birds, replied in a very loud voice.

"Very good." The young khan stood up, looked at the other three khans by the campfire, and gave the order in a natural tone: "Please give orders to each other, you must finish your dinner within half an hour, and you must form a team within an hour, and go to your respective positions to wait according to the original plan." If you want to win, take your seat before the dawn comes! ”

The fireworks intensified, and the aroma of meat and flour wafted through the boiling smoke. The rebellious orcs seem to know that this will be the last supper for many people - both the enemy and their own. (To be continued......)