Ranger King of Azeroth Chapter 229

  Chapter 229 Zujin's Ambition

  When the alliance was formed, Orgrim just entered the wetlands, but their advance was blocked in front of the heavily defended Sador Bridge in the Kingdom of Stormgard.

  Looking at the heavy soldiers guarding the bridge from a distance, Orgrim decided to bypass this place after thinking for a while. It is very unfavorable to fight in such a narrow terrain.

The only land passage to the north was blocked, and the only way to leave this vast wetland was by water, but unfortunately, the orcs knew nothing about maritime affairs, and the chiefs of other clans also expressed their opposition to Orgrim's decision to go by water .

   "Can't we just run over the bridge directly? According to the previous war with humans, these guys are obviously inferior to us in terms of combat effectiveness!"

   Fenris of Clan Thunderlord questioned Orgrim's decision, but Orgrim shook his head.

   "Human fighters are indeed inferior to us in terms of individual combat effectiveness, but they have priests who can heal wounds and spellcasters who control mysterious power. What if they are determined to blow up the bridge when we are fighting on the bridge?"

"Well…"

  After hearing Orgrim's rebuttal, Fenris thought about it for a while, and finally he could only sit back dejectedly.

  Gul'dan didn't know why he actually spoke out in support of Orgrim's idea of ​​building a ship. Although Orgrim felt a little surprised at this time, he still felt a little comforted by someone agreeing with him.

But Orgrim, who is helpless with shipbuilding technology, can only temporarily order the Dragonmaw clan to send troops to occupy Grim Batol, and use it as the advance base of the orcs for repairs. The looted food was transported to the city.

Grim Batol's information was provided by the Dark Iron dwarves. The old capital of the Wildhammer dwarves has become uninhabitable due to the dark magic curse of the former Dark Iron Queen, Modgud. At the time, the Wildhammer dwarves took the initiative to Abandoned here and moved to the Hinterlands further north.

  However, after many years of placement, most of the dark power here has dissipated. When Orgrim settled here, it didn't take long for him to hear good news one after another.

   "You said that your... consortium is willing to provide warships for the Horde?"

  Orgrim looked at the well-dressed but sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked green-skinned creature in front of him with some doubts. He had never seen this kind of creature that called himself a "goblin".

  The goblin bowed nonchalantly and gave a noble salute, "Hehe, that's right, we goblins don't care who the customers are, as long as they can provide us with gold coins, we will serve them equally."

  Orgrim stretched out his big hand and touched his rough chin, "Gold coins..."

He vaguely remembered that he had harvested some soft metal plates that could not be made into weapons from that place called Stormwind City. Thinking of this, he recruited his right and left hand, Varok Saurfang, and asked him to take those gold coins. come over.

   "Boom!"

  As a box of gold coins was placed on the ground by Varok, the goblin immediately rushed over with bright eyes.

   "Oh! Oh! That's right, it's these cuties! As long as you can give them to me, the Steamwheedle Consortium can provide you with all the services you want!"

   This group of unscrupulous goblins made Orgrim feel a little helpless, but right now he really needs the help of these green dwarves.

  According to the discussions between the two parties, Orgrim will gradually transfer the gold coins obtained from the Stormwind Kingdom to the Steamwheedle Consortium, and these goblins need to command the orc ogre slaves and hard labor to build warships suitable for crossing the sea.

   This transaction satisfied both parties. The orcs didn't need this kind of soft metal called gold coins. It was a good deal to exchange useless things for a warship designed by goblins.

  The goblins of the Steamwheedle Consortium also laughed at these barbaric orcs for their lack of brains. In the subsequent construction of the warship, they undoubtedly cut corners.

   A few days after sending the goblins away, Orgrim received another piece of good news. Nekros of the Dragon Roar clan told him that he could bring a powerful air force to the tribe, but it would take some time.

That's right, under the guidance of Deathwing, Nekros obtained the dragon soul made by Big Jaw's betrayal of the dragon clan. Alexstrasza, the red dragon queen who sensed that the protective barrier of the dragon soul was destroyed, Such a defenseless one fell into Deathwing's trap, and was finally controlled by the dragon soul.

Under the planning of Deathwing, the Red Dragon Queen had to succumb to the will of the Dragonmaw clan, and was forced to continuously mate with her ancient consort, Tarani Strasz, who was also induced and captured by Deathwing, and gave birth to dragon eggs. , these dragon eggs will be catalyzed by Nekros' fel magic and quickly grow into young dragons.

Of course, the use of fel magic to catalyze dragon eggs must be kept from the great chief Orgrim. Although Nekros thinks that what he does is for the tribe, he also knows the great chief's aversion to fel energy. He knows.

"Very good! Necrus, you have made a great contribution to the tribe. With the flying dragon mount, our navy will be more convenient to operate. The task of catalyzing the red dragon is entrusted to you. Try to produce enough mounts. The decisive battle between us and humans is not far away!"

   "Your will, Warchief."

   Orgrim's surprises were not over yet. Half a month later, Gul'dan suddenly came in to report that a creature claiming to be a troll seemed to be looking for something to do with the Horde.

   "Troll?"

   Orgrim, who has been studying and reading some human classics for more than a year, vaguely remembers this race. It seems that he has a deep hatred with humans. Perhaps these trolls can become allies of the tribe.

   "Let him in."

   Not long after, a hunched green-skinned creature walked in. His well-proportioned muscles and tall figure clearly told Orgrim that this race might not be weak.

Out of the desire to learn more about the enemy, Gul'dan and Orgrim both worked hard to learn the lingua franca. Just now, the troll and Gul'dan used a variety of languages ​​to test, and finally found that the lingua franca could communicate.

At this time, he bowed slightly and saluted, "Dear chief of the tribe, I am Zujin, the leader of the forest troll Amani clan, and I am here to form an alliance with your orc tribe to fight against humans and high elves. "

  Orgrim's eyes flashed when he heard Zujin's words, "The high elves? Are they the hidden races living in the north of the continent?"

"That's right, the great chief probably doesn't know that the arcane magic used by humans was taught to them by the high elves. These elves are more difficult to deal with than humans when using spells. If the orc tribe wants to conquer the entire continent, Then this group of high elves is also the target you must defeat."

Orgrim and Gul'dan at the side exchanged glances, and Gul'dan nodded slightly in agreement. According to the records read by the old warlock, these high elves may indeed possess more powerful magic than humans. strength.

  Gul'dan also obtained information about the Tirisfal Council from Medivh's memory. This organization that may hinder his plan happened to be led by the high elves.

  After receiving Gul'dan's signal, Orgrim looked down at Zul'jin with majestic eyes and asked, "So, what benefits can alliance with you trolls bring to my tribe?"

The old and cunning Zujin knew that the great chief had been moved when he heard Orgrim's words. His eyes lit up and he immediately sped up his speech and continued to explain, "We forest trolls have been at war with high elves and humans for thousands of years. We are well aware of the weaknesses of both sides, and I have now connected all the forest troll tribes, and an army of 20,000 trolls is ready to go in the Hinterlands."

  When Orgrim heard that the troll had an army of 20,000, he immediately widened his eyes and slapped the armrest, "Very good! I agree with the alliance with the troll, so... what do you trolls want?"

  A look of hatred flashed in Zujin's eyes, "I want to break through Silvermoon City, the capital of those high elves, and regain the territory that belonged to our Amani Empire in ancient times!"

  (end of this chapter)

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