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Chapter 329 Shadows Behind the Scenes

Maraad stood on the open ground in the center of the Bladewind tribe's camp, looking at Dasa with a somewhat dazed expression as he had already mingled with the group of orcs. He could not imagine how this elf could integrate into this group of barbarians so quickly. among people. His bold and bold posture didn't look fake at all, and even his skills in using those rough stone tools were so proficient.

It was as if he had once been one of these savages.

"Wake up! Wake up! Chief! Del wakes up!"

While Dasa was wrestling with a relatively strong orc, a female orc hurried to Dasa's side and told him about Del.

On a wooden stake, Dasa stood with his left hand smiling, holding tightly the right hand of a brown orc. The veins on the ferocious-looking arm of the other party were even tighter, and the other party was trying hard to move Dasa's arm. , but it’s a pity that it didn’t waver at all.

"Let that warrior take a rest. He probably needs a rest. I have some questions I need to ask him."

Daza turned his head to look at the female orc, and then turned back to look at the orc who was wrestling with her arms.

"You can use both hands, it's okay."

As a result, the opponent did not move Dasa's wrist at all even if he used his hands, and in the end he had no choice but to admit defeat.

Amid the roars of laughter from the onlookers, Daza once again introduced Maraad to the orcs, and then followed the female orc to the thatched hut where Comatose Del was placed.

"Are you awake? You seem to be recovering well."

The tall Dasa seemed a little cramped after entering the traditional thatched house built by the orcs. The house was a little too short for him.

"You killed Chief Saihan."

Del's brown eyes looked at Daza.

"Yes, I said I need to punish the main members who dare to commit crimes."

Daza nodded, he did not hesitate at all about killing the chief of the Bladewind clan.

"Then am I also bound to die?"

Del was silent for a moment and then spoke.

"伱? It used to be true, but it's different now. Tell me, how much do you know about this adventurous mission of yours?"

Dasa changed into a more comfortable sitting position and put his head straight on the thatched roof.

Still feeling a little uncomfortable.

Del didn't hide anything and told Dasa everything he knew. Anyway, Del was dead, and the elf in front of him had become the legitimate chief of his clan tribe. Since no one in the clan objected, he just said it. .

From what Dasa heard, Del didn't know much, and it could even be said to be pitiful. The guy in front of him was just a pawn that could be thrown away after being used.

The reason why they attacked the Draenei border was because according to the prophecy the chief heard from the high-ranking shamans, it was said that there might be a great famine this year, and they needed to get some sacrifices to offer to the gods, and it was best to The only sacrifices are those blue-skinned hooves.

In order to ensure that the clan could survive, Saihan did not hesitate to organize a raiding team, trying to solve the problem based on the prophecies of the shamans.

"I understand. You should have a good rest first. As for food, we will organize a hunting team starting tomorrow. I will personally take you to hunt enough food."

After patiently listening to Del's information, Daza comforted the young orc warrior, and then left the thatched hut with Maraad.

After arriving outside the house, Maraad finally couldn't help but speak.

"If we look at this situation, many tribes of orcs will plunder our border areas. This is really bad news."

"Maraad, did you only see this layer?"

Dasa's face was full of amusement.

"What do you mean? Isn't the news bad enough?"

Maraad looked up at Dasa.

"Since God has asked for it, do you think that just looting the border will stop? No, this is a precursor to a great racial war. Go back, Maraad. Tell what you saw and heard today Take it back, tell Velen, and tell him that Talador will no longer be peaceful and peaceful. Also, tell Miley and the others that I have to stay here for a while."

Dasa said as he prepared to head to the open space in the center of the village.

"Aren't you going back with us? By the way, I just thought of a solution. Since they say they are worried about famine, wouldn't it be great if we provide them with some food to ensure that they survive?"

Maraad's education prevented him from associating these orcs with the initiators of the race war, especially after he witnessed the life here.

The Way of the Light taught him to have compassion.

"Maraad, if all draenei think like you, I can only say that in the future I see, you deserve to be destroyed."

Daza was stunned after hearing Maraad's words. He could not understand the thinking of this group of interstellar civilizations.

Maybe it's because his soul is always bound by gravity.

"Then we can at least help the orcs in this tribe."

Maraad naturally heard the ridicule in Dasa's words, and he changed his words.

"Orcs are a race full of honor and courage. They don't need charity. Go back, Maraad. Tell Velen and the other archbishops that you should feel a sense of crisis."

After Daza finished speaking, he stopped talking to Maraad.

The sky is already filled with light and dawn is approaching.

Maraad also returned to the shuttle and brought Daza's words to Milai.

"The chief is really kind! If you ask me, those barbarians should all be slaughtered."

After listening to what Maraad brought back, Milai just complained and said nothing more. She returned to the cockpit and prepared to fly the shuttle back.

Maraad and Lelan also successfully returned to the Oruna Coast, the new home of the Seed of Argus. After switching to the thunder elephant here, Maraad took his sister and rushed towards Shattrath City.

He needed to tell Velen what he had seen.

Within the Bladewind Clan, Daza has already selected an orc hunting team. The number of people in this clan is not large, and is similar to that of the Zandalari tribe that was founded back then.

There were about a hundred people, which made Dasa gradually regain some of the feeling of the past. "Come on, today is a good day for hunting, warriors! Do you dare to have a hunting competition with me? The target is the Tabu sheep on the Nagrand prairie!"

Dasa raised the stone spear in his hand and shouted to the orc warriors riding on the wargs behind him.

"dare!"

The dozen orc warriors who participated in the hunting responded to Dasa with their weapons raised high. In their opinion, Dasa was very capable of fighting, but hunting was not just about being able to fight.

In their opinion, Dasa who can mix with those blue-skinned hooves may not be able to do this kind of thing.

After all, they have never heard of those cowardly sheep going hunting.

In this way, a hunting team quickly left the tribe's station and headed towards the Nagrand Prairie in the west.

In the headquarters of the Warsong clan, one of the big orc clans active on the Nagrand grasslands, Grommash was chatting with the orc prophet of mysterious origins.

"You mean that prophecy is false?"

"Not entirely. The Great Famine will indeed happen, but the reason is not what those warlocks said."

The orc prophet sat across Grommash's fire pit and watched him.

"I hate talking mysteriously, tell me the truth you foresee."

Grommash said as he polished his family's battle ax with a piece of sharpening stone.

"This great famine was caused by the warlocks themselves. Our family is being targeted by the demons in the twisted void. They want to enslave us and want us to fight for them."

The orc prophet became more and more excited and angry as he spoke, and even the unique cyan tattoo between his chin and neck became more and more obvious under the reflection of the firelight.

"You mean those high-level shamans actively caused this famine?"

When Grommash heard this, he stopped polishing the ax in his hand. In his opinion, the orcs can stand among the tribes of Draenor except for their courage and force. They have the same ancestor spirits as the shamans. The connection with the elements is inseparable.

Now, after he heard from the mysterious orc prophet opposite him that the high-level shamans had taken the lead in betraying the entire race, how could he not be surprised.

"No, no, not a shaman. A warlock."

The orc prophet seemed to hear Grommash's doubts about this matter and corrected him.

Warlocks and shamans are different, and the gods they please are different.

With the explanation of this young orc prophet, Grommash finally figured out the fundamental differences between the two, and he also learned bits and pieces about the demons from the other party's mouth.

"So, what do you suggest I do?"

Grommash put down the ax in his hand.

"Follow the trend, chief. With the help of the momentum created by those warlocks, we will replace them at the last moment. We will unify the entire orc tribes. The position of great chief can only be you."

The orc prophet raised his head as he spoke, and the firelight reflected in his eyes hidden under his hood.

"Warchief? Ha, although I have no interest in that position, I don't want to see the day when the orcs are enslaved by the demons."

Grommash had already made a decision in his heart after listening to the other party's explanation.

If we go by the other party's predictions, sooner or later the orcs will have to fight against the demons from the Twisting Nether. A war of that level may be more difficult than the fight against the Ogre Empire.

The strength of the Warsong clan alone may not be enough. He may have to contact several other big clans.

On the Nagrand prairie, the hunting team led by Daza had a big harvest today!

The orc warriors who hunted with him truly witnessed what a high-level hunter is. After this hunting, the orcs of the Bladewind clan were completely convinced by Dasa.

One man hunted twelve Tabu sheep, that's twelve!

I even figured out some of the habits of the Tabu sheep during this period, and followed these traces to a herd of Tabu sheep living on the Nagrand grassland!
  With these muttons, the Blade Wind Clan will have enough to stop hunting for the next three days!

After the hunting party returned to the tribe with the food, the whole clan became lively again, and Dasa gained a lot of prestige.

A celebration banquet was held that night, and Dasa also began to explain the clan's future development plan at the banquet.

The current Bladewind clan alone cannot cope with the upcoming great changes. He needs a more powerful orc clan; Daza's eyes naturally focus on those who live scattered between Nagrand and the mountains of Talador. Small clans not recorded in "history".

The Zandalari tribe made its fortune in the mountains back then, and now he can lead the Bladewind clan to rise in the mountains between Nagrand and Talador.

The warlike nature of the orcs was fully developed with sufficient food. The orc warriors of the Bladewind clan also became excited after hearing Dasa's future plan. Who doesn't want to become the leader of a big clan? Where is one member?

Since you can't be born into a big clan, then you can simply expand your clan into a big clan!

Before expanding the tribal power, Dasa also needs to solve one problem, and that is to ensure that there is sufficient food. The area between Talador and the Nagrand mountains is not suitable for farming. Some grazing may be possible here, and His target was the large herd of Tabu sheep found on the Nagrand grasslands.

If the flock of sheep could be driven here and supplemented by artificial breeding, then he would not have to worry about food.

At that time, we can also start trade with the Draenei in Talador, using sheepskins and animal skins in exchange for some supplies. The orcs will not accept charity, but trade is possible.

While Daza was busy playing Clash of Clans, in Shattrath City, Velen and several archbishops in the Council of Bishops had received warnings from Maraad.

Viren was very hesitant at the moment, and several archbishops at the bishops' council had a dispute about this matter.

Ranger Nellie said that she is currently busy dealing with the thorn beasts and crow people in the northeast. Facing the orcs' invasion, all she can do is to deploy an elite ranger to serve as a security guard, but the specific defense work still requires Aka. Mattha's garrison took charge.

Osar believes that they should not continue to hide like this. They should take the initiative to catch all the organizations that are manipulating the orcs behind the scenes. This will save themselves and the orcs.

But his idea was rejected by Viren, who thought Osar's idea was too extreme.

Maladar said that the Auchenai led by him would be prepared to guard against the upcoming attack. Anyway, the dead in Auchindoun had been extradited to the Shadow Realm by the Kyrians, and there was no need to worry about their lives. The soul is in danger of being corroded.

The Auchenai were naturally liberated, and they now listen to Narudore's teachings to improve their understanding of the way of the Holy Light.

While the draenei were debating among themselves about the future, the Shadow Council was convening in a hidden cave in Shadowmoon Valley.

(End of this chapter)