Menethil's Power

Chapter 435 The Wind of Durotar

The continent of Kalimdor, the crimson land in the east, has had no aborigines here for a long time, and the names of other Kalimdor residents like tauren, centaur or wild boar are unknown, but when After the arrival of a group of green-skinned migrants, this land has a new name, Durotar.

At this time, it has been a year and a half since the new tribe moved westward to Kalimdor. With the establishment of the new city Orgrimmar, the orcs have officially begun to recuperate in this land, and one village after another is here. Established on the barren land, although the environment is harsh, the orcs still gradually took root by virtue of their excellent survival ability.

One of the largest villages, Razor Hill has become the most important orc gathering place outside of Orgrimmar. It is located in the center of Durotar and acts as a transportation hub. The only road to Orgrimmar is also Through here, it can be said that Razor Ridge is the gateway to the main city of the orcs.

Prosperity is naturally brought about by convenient transportation. Under the instruction of Chief Thrall, the new tribe welcomes any friendly foreigners. Therefore, the infrastructure of Razor Ridge was quickly established, and it can serve as a place for passers-by. Provide accommodation, food, weapons and equipment to adventurers with everything they need.

The Beast Den Hotel, Razor Ridge is currently the only business place that combines the functions of a tavern and a hotel. Its owner is not surprisingly a goblin.This is a very orc-style hotel. It does not have the solid wood floors, tables and chairs of the human tavern. Instead, a few thick animal skins are laid on the rough rocky ground, and there are purely decorative beast heads hanging on the wall. And weapons that are not necessarily decorative. Many of the wine utensils that carry drinks are made of animal bones, which has a very rough feeling.

But other than that, sweet drinks, a warm fire, and a homely atmosphere, these elements that a hotel should have remain unchanged.

It was almost midnight at this time, and the peak period of the tavern had passed. The owner, Glick Goldhook, rested his hands on his neck in boredom, and watched the rest of his guests behind the bar, and at the same time calculated how much money he had made today. The Darkspear trolls were gathering together and whispering something. An orc who had passed out on the stone table was snoring loudly. In addition, there was another man covered in a pitch-black cloak. Judging by its stature, it should also be an orc.

Golden Hook doesn't mind that there is a mysterious person in his shop. In fact, as a goblin who travels all over Azeroth to earn money, he has seen too many shameless guys. He has no idea about their identities and There is no interest in the purpose, as long as the payment is made, it is the customer.

The inn was essentially a solid stone orc cave. At this moment, the barking of wargs was heard outside, and then the thick animal skin curtain was lifted, and two fully equipped orcs came in, one of them with a A wolfskin headgear, with only half of the chin exposed, and the other wearing a standard horned helmet.

When the two orcs came in, a gust of cold wind blew in, and Durotar was quite cold at night.

"Aha! Isn't this the leader of our wolf cavalry, Lord Nazgail? It seems that you have something important to report to the chief again." Golden Hook said to the orc wearing a wolfskin hood, obviously the other party was his. Regular customer, "It's still the same, isn't it?" he asked.

Nazgail nodded.

Soon, two servings of roasted wild boar's hind legs and two large cups of spirits were delivered to Nazgail and his subordinates. The orcs feasted on them. The huge pig's hind legs were only roasted on the surface, and there was still blood inside. But they seem to like the texture.

"Did you call from Kul Tiras again recently?" Golden Hook asked intermittently. Collecting gossip is one of the job of the innkeeper, and high-ranking customers like Nazgail usually is a very valuable source of information.

Nazgal didn't reply, and after destroying his own food, he said unhurriedly: "Since they were repulsed last time, they haven't sent a fleet over, but those humans probably won't give up. I think next time we're going to have a whole league offense."

The new tribe and Kul Tiras already have an endless relationship, all because of the beach battle at the beginning, after which Kul Tiras sent several batches of fleets to attack the orcs, but the sea power It doesn't seem to be good at land warfare, and every time it is repelled by the newly established tribe.

"That's really frustrating." The owner of the goblin inn shook his head, "Speaking of which, it is said that the 'warrior' who killed the human admiral at that time has not been found yet?"

"No."

"In other words, this is probably just a conspiracy, so who is behind the scenes?" The goblin looked thoughtful.

"It's not something you should inquire about, Glick, you'd better not lie to me." Nazgail warned with a cold face.

"Sorry, sorry." The goblin hurriedly smiled.

"I heard that the tauren in the south have also joined the tribe?" After a while, Golden Hook asked cautiously.

Nazgail nodded slightly.

"The tribe has become stronger. This is really a happy event." Jingou said falsely, as if he still wanted to inquire about something, "I heard how is the situation in Ashenvale? If the Warsong clan If we can defeat those night elves, we can open a logging camp and turn the forest there into a steady stream of timber resources..."

The wolf cavalry commander didn't bother to answer the goblin's question, "Are you full, Kargos?" he asked his subordinates.

Kargus wiped the oil from his mouth and nodded vigorously.

"Then let's go now." Nazgail said bluntly. The two orcs got up, passed the mysterious man in black robe, opened the animal skin curtain and walked out of the hotel. A veteran of the Second War, he knew that the conversation just now fell into the ears of someone who cared, but he didn't care, he didn't reveal any crucial news.

The two wolf riders turned over and rode on their mounts, which had just had a meal of fresh meat, passed through the gate of Razor Hill, and disappeared into the night.

But at this time in the inn, the orc in black robe also got up suddenly, Jingou stood up sharply from his high chair, and found that the other party had left a gold coin on the stone table, so the goblin relaxed, Sit back on the stool again.

As long as the other party pays, the goblin will not ask for trouble.

The hired orc bartender brought the gold coin to the goblin boss. The golden hook first looked at it carefully, then put it in his mouth and bit it, and then beamed with joy. It's a new Lordaeron gold coin!It is almost equivalent to the value of [-] ordinary gold coins, and this time it is a big profit.

……

Under the moonlight, the two wargs ran wildly one after the other. The rider on the wolf's back was silent, and there was no communication with each other.

They stopped briefly before a crossroads, and Nazgail looked back at his subordinates, "I will go to Orgrimmar to report to the Warchief immediately, but it doesn't take two people, Kargos , I have a more important task for you."

Kargos hammered his solid chest with his hand, showing that he was not afraid.

"I want you to cross the Furywater to reach the Barrens, then go north to Ashenvale, find the Warsong clan, and tell their chieftain Grommash the news." Nazgail looked serious, "The warchief here is very Will be transferred back to the Warsong Clan soon, you need to let them know and prepare."

"Understood." Kargos said solemnly.

Here the two wolf cavalry parted, one heading north and the other west.

The Nushui River is as choppy as its name suggests. Kargos drove his mount onto the arched bridge on the river, and the wolf claws rubbed against the wooden boards to make a rustling sound.

On the other side is the Barrens.

Kargus looked solemn, he valued his mission very much, so he was going to rush to Ashenvale without stopping, but when he was about to speed up his mount, the black wolf suddenly stopped and issued a threat mean whining sound.

There are enemies!The wolf cavalry subconsciously held his battle axe.

However, this was not a raid, the enemy was right in front of him, and there was only one person, the orc in the black robe. Kargos vaguely remembered seeing him in the inn on Razor Ridge.

The wolf cavalry felt a little bad, his wolf kept running, how did the other party get in front of him?

The other party just stood in front of him, silent, his face was covered under the cloak, and only a dark green chin was exposed. Kargos noticed that he used a shiny skull as a neck ornament, which was An orc's skull, but not the normal size, exudes a glint of light.

Judging from the reaction of the warg, this is a very terrible enemy.

"Who are you?" Kargos growled.

The mysterious man in black robe didn't answer, he just stretched out his hand, the green light flashed, and the warg lost his breath of life in an instant.Kargos fell to the ground in embarrassment, but before he could react, he was picked up by a strong and cold hand.

"What mission do you have, wolf cavalry?" the black-robed orc asked in a deep and ruthless voice
Kargus only felt the cold feeling running through his whole body, and he couldn't use any strength. The opponent was obviously much stronger than him, but the wolf cavalry still remained silent. If he could, he wanted to spit at the opponent, but It's a pity that he couldn't do even such a simple action.

"Your will seems very firm." The black-robed orc laughed inexplicably.

Kargos suddenly felt a sharp pain in his mind, as if a ruthless sharp knife had pierced his soul, and endless negative emotions swallowed his heart. He seemed to see his hometown gradually shattered again, The total defeat in war, and the misery of life in the asylum.

In just a few seconds, a warrior's will collapsed, and Kargos burst into tears.

"Now, can you tell me everything? What is your message?"

"Desolace," Kargos stammered, with a very painful look on his face, ""There, the demon suddenly appeared, and the warchief and the Warsong clan must know..."

"These." The black-robed orc clearly expressed disappointment. "So what about the Warsong Clan?"

"They were ordered to enter Ashenvale to cut wood and killed many purple-skinned elves, but then they encountered a powerful half-man half-deer existence. Gromash could not fight against it. The Warsong clan suffered heavy losses and could only retreat. boundary……"

Warsong clan lost?The black-robed orcs were obviously interested in this news. Warsong Chief Grommash Hellscream was the first orc to drink the blood of demons. His heart must still be dominated by bloodthirsty desires. The pursuit of glory, this time's failure will definitely make him feel extremely annoyed.

And that seems to be a point that can be exploited.

He interrogated the wolf cavalryman who had already collapsed again, but he didn't get any other useful information. This wolf cavalryman's status was not high and he knew limited things.

The somewhat disappointed black-robed orc snapped his fingers, and the fire of fel energy suddenly appeared, engulfing the wolf cavalry and his mount, and soon their existence in this world was completely eliminated.

The loss of a wolf cavalry is not a big deal for the tribe, but if it is someone of higher status, it will definitely have some impact.

But just these news are enough, the black-robed orc raised his head and looked at the bright white moon in the sky.

Today happens to be the night of the full moon.

Interestingly, Durotan's son was able to reintegrate the orcs, re-establish the tribe, and at the same time make alliances with some indigenous races, but judging from the current situation, he is just a naive visionary like Orgrim.

The black-robed orc has no interest in the idea of ​​the new tribe, and he will not return to his tribe. All he wants now is profit and enough power. He has been wandering around Azeroth for the past few years, Although some forces have been developed, they are hidden in the dark like a lost dog after all, and now they have finally waited for the opportunity.

He subconsciously groped for that smooth skull, and he had been listening to the whispers coming out of it for more than ten years. As time passed, the souls of the two parties seemed to merge, and now he didn't know whether he was Red Blackhand or should be called For Gul'dan.

But what did it matter, he was what he was, and that never changed.

The relics of Kargos were not burned by the fire of fel energy, and there was still a paper order left behind. Red Blackhand, or Gul'dan picked up the order, and he knew that it was actually the same order. A credential that allows entry into the Warsong camp.

But of course it is impossible for him to go there in person. After all, Gromash can be said to be a veteran figure. He knows both the former Red and Gul'dan. The disappeared Kargos will have a replacement. This replacement It will be selected from the forces developed by Reid.

In the second war, Red went to sea and left when the tribe was defeated. Although he stayed away from the Eastern Kingdom these years, he still gathered some orcs by various means, and the demon that appeared in Desolace this time was actually him. handwriting.

According to what Gul'dan called his subordinates before, Reid still named these orcs the Twilight's Hammer clan.

(End of this chapter)