Volume 7: Battle for Azeroth Chapter 344: Tribal War Mobilization
Meanwhile—in the tribal camp.
At this moment, the Angry Fang Plains has become a huge construction site, with orc laborers everywhere busy building fortresses and arrow towers.
Orc cavalry riding war wolves patrolled the border, and wyvern cavalry in the sky searched for any suspicious targets.
Orc adventurers planted flags around the camp to duel, or accepted the task of collecting materials and ran to the mountains to hunt crocodiles, cut down trees and mine.
The atmosphere of war is burning like wildfire.
In the deepest part of the orc camp, in the huge war fortress, Orgrim, like Godwin, summoned the chiefs of the major clans and encouraged the orc chiefs who came to join the war.
Orgrim (Chieftain): "The spies on the front line have sent back intelligence that the Alliance army has been dispatched. They are divided into three groups and will attack us from three sides. The human king has also sent a letter of challenge! We are to have a decisive battle with them in the wilderness of the wetlands in three days.
Tell me, my mighty chieftains and warlords, how I should respond to the king of men."
Iron-blooded Wolf (War Wolf Chief): "Needless to say! Fight them and kill all those scumbags of the Alliance."
Dashuaibi (Chief of the Departed): "You are right. Our powerful Horde warriors are invincible. We can just defeat those useless Alliance warriors."
Ba Dao Wu Qing (Ba Dao Chief): "Hahaha, my sword is thirsty for blood."
Golden Behemoth (Chief of the Boiling Blood): "You are right. The tribe will win, Lokta Oga!"
Greenskin King (Warhammer Chieftain): "wahhhhh!"
Before the tribal leaders could speak, the chiefs and generals of the new clans had already started howling.
However, Orgrim was somewhat unhappy with this statement.
After this period of fighting, he has gradually discovered that most of these newly joined clan chiefs are a bit pretentious. They usually shout slogans loudly, open their mouths to talk about blood and thunder, and close their mouths to talk about strength and glory. Each one is more awesome than the other.
If a real fight breaks out, they will all just play pretend, letting other clans fight to the death in the front while they follow behind to pick up heads.
Of course, there were also some more warlike chiefs who would charge into battle without hesitation, but they obviously lacked experience in warfare. After several tough battles, many of them died. The worst-off chief had his grandfather die, then his father took over. After his father died, his son took over. After his son died, his grandson took over. In less than a year, he had four chiefs. It can be said that the whole family was full of loyal heroes.
Even Orgrim was embarrassed to send this clan to the battlefield.
Now he got angry when he saw these people shouting slogans, and he glared at King Saurfang beside him.
Bang!
The shouting was cut short by the dull sound of metal hitting the ground.
High King Saurfang stood up and shook the battle axe in his hand vigorously.
He glanced at the angry orc chiefs and warlords with a gloomy look.
"Many wars have taken place in the past year, and many warriors have emerged. However, the behavior of some orcs has brought shame to the tribe. I don't want to blame anyone here, but the decisive battle in three days will determine the survival of the tribe. I hope you can be as brave and good at fighting as you said.
Orgrim gave me a task . For those orcs who dare to be cowardly and stand still, I will cut off their heads with my own hands! The tribe does not need trash, let alone cowards. "
Bang! He swung the battle axe onto the stone table, splitting it in half.
"The fate of those cowards is just like this table."
After a moment's silence, the orc chiefs roared even more angrily.
"Don't worry, Chief. When have we brothers ever been afraid?"
"That's right. We from the Ba Dao clan were the ones charging into the front in that battle!"
"That's right, wait until we get to the battlefield and see how our brothers perform!"
"Yes, yes, yes. Whoever dares to retreat will be the first to be killed! Let me make this clear. No one should be scared when the time comes. Just do it."
Looking at these chiefs, Orgrim didn't know whether to be relieved or alert.
But with morale so high, it's hard to say anything.
Orgrim (Great Chief): "Very good, my powerful orc warriors will crush those weak human elves like weeds. Go and gather the warriors, chiefs. In three days, we will fight a decisive battle with humans for the tribe!"
"For the tribe!"
When all the orc chieftains left, Orgrim was not as complacent as he was before.
On the contrary, he showed a solemn look.
The attack and defense of Ironforge made him deeply aware that the outcome of a war still depends on high-end combat power. Although the orc warriors were fierce and powerful, they were still defeated by the terrible weapons of the dwarves. After all, flesh and blood bodies could not withstand the power of artillery.
Wars rely on technology and magic, and brave warriors are just warriors after all.
Therefore, the first thing to do after the meeting was to inspect the training of the tribe’s high-end troops.
The orcs don't have the Alliance's technology and magic to study, and the magic profession of the Horde is all about currying favor. Now that a war is imminent, of course they have to summon some elements and demons to help.
In a canyon deep in the Wrathfang Plains is the garrison of the Shadowmoon Clan and the shaman's base camp.
As soon as Orgrim entered the camp, he immediately summoned Ner'zhul.
"How is it, Ner'zhul? How is your communication with the elements of this world?"
"Everything is going according to plan, Chief. Please follow me."
The two walked into the depths of the camp one after the other. Orgrim saw an astonishing sight: the earth was torn apart, and a huge crack appeared in front of Orgrim.
Lava gushed out from the cracks, and a lava-paved passage led to an unknown world.
"This is the Elemental Rift. I have gathered the high-level shamans of the Council of Flames and opened a portal to the plane of fire element. Now these fire elemental creatures will continue to join us and become a powerful aid to the tribe. Look, Chief, this is the power of the elements!"
Fire elemental, fire demon, lava hound, lava surger...
Groups of them emerged from the portal made of lava, like an army made of flames.
Orgrim nodded in satisfaction. These fire elementals looked no worse than demons, and they didn't have that nasty evil energy stench. What impressed Orgrim the most were the lava giants, each of which was 20 meters tall and as powerful as a gronn.
Then, Orgrim came to a remote canyon. As he approached, the stench of fel energy gushed out.
The commander here is the high-level warlock, Grog Evil Eye. His back is covered with skull decorations, and he looks a bit like Gul'dan.
Grog Evil Eye (High Warlock): "Great Chief, we have used the materials we have collected recently to build a demon gate. Now demons are being summoned continuously. It is estimated that 5,000 demons will join the battle in three days."
Compared to the elemental rift opened by Ner'zhul, the demon gate in front of us is much more shabby.
A Doomguard was about to get out, but his lower body was stuck and he couldn't squeeze through the narrow portal. Immediately, a group of orcs came up and dragged the Doomguard over.
Judging from the Doomsday Guard's cursing expression, it was obvious that he was not satisfied with the treatment.
The orc warlock next to him hurriedly took the prepared soul crystal and went up to appease him...
Orgrim was also speechless. Without Gul'dan, their spiritual leader, the orc warlocks had a hard time.
But Orgrim didn't care. Fewer demons would make it easier to control. He only needed these warlocks to check and balance Ner'zhul. He didn't want them to become too powerful and control the entire tribe again. It was just right now.
But I still want to encourage you.
Orgrim (Great Chief): "Well, very good. Five thousand demons are enough to play a certain role. In the battle three days later, your demon army should be ready to participate. The demon army is an important part of the tribe's combat power. Do a good job. As long as you fight well in this battle, I will appoint you as the chieftain and re-establish the Ravage Clan."
"Ah, thank you very much, Chief. I will definitely perform well."
Grogo Evil Eye was very relieved, but there was something he didn't make clear: more than half of these five thousand demons were inferior demons with low combat effectiveness.
But inferior demons are also demons. They are called demons anyway, so strictly speaking, they are not lying.
After Orgrim left, several high-level shamans who came with Orgrim came over to watch the fun.
"Yo yo yo, isn't this Brother Evil Eye? He's going to be rich now, he's going to be a chief."
"What kind of chief are you? The garbage demons they summoned are just going to be killed on the battlefield."
"Haha, don't say that. Maybe you'll be lucky enough to get a kill."
"If you ask me, Brother Evil Eye, you should also change your job as soon as possible. Warlocks are no longer good enough. We Shamans are the answer to this version."
Seeing several high-level shamans leave proudly, Grog Evil Eye was furious.
(Humph, what do you idiots know? Adding icing on the cake is no match for helping someone in need. You join the elemental factions just because they are rising. You are still serving Ner'zhul like a dog.
I am now the leader of the Warlock class. When the Burning Legion begins to conquer the world, I will be the boss of the version. Let’s see if you can still laugh then.)
After walking out of the warlock camp, Orgrim was in a much better mood . He then inspected the camps of the Gronn and the ogre wizards, as well as the Blackrock Arsenal. Overall, they were all very good. The goblins developed a new type of ammunition for the catapults, which greatly increased their power.
The trolls' research into rage potions and hexes has also been fruitful.
Various new types of soldiers emerge one after another, and the current situation of the tribe is not just good, but very good.
It seems that the battle in three days will most likely be won.
Orgrim's good mood lasted until he arrived at the Dragonmaw Clan's base. Although other clans also began to tame wyverns, the Dragonmaw Clan has always been the tribe's main air force.
However, when he arrived here, he found that there were obviously fewer people in the Dragonmaw Clan's camp, and those mighty fel dragons were almost nowhere to be seen.
Looking at the empty camp, Orgrim frowned immediately.
He called over a guard casually, "Where's your chief?"
"Oh my god, it's the chief who's here. Please come in, please come in. Our chief hasn't come back yet. He went to catch dragon beasts a few days ago. He's been gone for a few days, but he should be back soon."
"Soon, when? Within three days?"
The orc guard spread his hands, looking like he had no idea.
"Where's Nekros?"
"You're talking about our second chief. Not long after the chief left, he also left. We don't know what they did. We're just a small soldier and we don't understand."
The orc guard's answer made Orgrim angry. They disappeared when the war was about to begin. They were really a bunch of trash. Zulud and Nekros, these two guys - they better not let me down.
…
At this moment, Zurud and Nikelus were staring at each other.
They were in a ruin deep underground, and not far away was a huge night elf-style altar.
Right in front of the altar, there is a huge stone door sealed.
Zurud was originally quite excited. After several days of exploration and the loss of hundreds of his men, they finally entered the depths of the ruins and the mysterious altar that was said to seal the soul of the dragon.
I didn't expect that just when I found the place, I found out that someone had snatched it away.
Zurud (Chief Dragonmaw): "What are you doing, Nekros? Are you going to rebel? I told you to stay in the camp, why are you here?"
Nekros (Dragonmaw Warlock): "Alas, how can you say that, my lord chief? I am only here to assist you."
He glanced at the stone door with a guilty conscience. He had just figured out the runes on the door and was about to open it.
Unexpectedly, Zurud arrived anyway.
Should I take action...
He glanced behind him and saw that the troops he brought had suffered relatively minor losses, with only about six hundred to seven hundred men remaining, which was not bad compared to the enemy.
If a real fight breaks out, he still has some chance of winning.
"Assist me, humph, no need, now that I'm here, you can leave !"
"Retreat? Hehe, what you said is a bit awkward. We are all members of the Dragonmaw Clan. Why should we retreat? Doesn't the chief trust me?"
"Don't make me, Nekros, angry. I am the chieftain of the Dragonmaw Clan!"
"Don't get excited, my Lord Chief. I just want to share this glory. If you doubt even me, how can you let the warriors of the Dragonmaw Clan serve you?"
Just when the two were on the verge of a fight and hurling threats at each other—BOOM!
Both of them were startled. When they turned around, they saw that the stone door that sealed the entrance to the altar had been shattered. The adventurers recruited with the army were rushing towards the stone door.
Zurud was immediately anxious, "Come back, you bunch of rubbish, and listen to my orders!"
Nekros was also shocked. "Don't run around. Listen to my command! There are many dangers in this relic. It will be dangerous if it is touched."
"Listen to your mother's orders. I won't care if Orgrim comes today. Go ahead and grab it for me!"
"Everyone from the Blade Society, come to my side. We must get the Dragon Soul today!"
"Everyone from the Hot-Blooded Dragon City, follow me. Each person who grabs the Dragon Soul will receive 100,000!"
"People at the back, block the door and don't let those two stupid NPCs in to cause trouble!"
Zurud and Nikelus were shaking with anger. They were too arrogant and shameless. These adventurers were simply unscrupulous.
