Chapter 186 [Makgora] (Part 1)

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" the melodious horn sounded as if it came from beyond the sky, or from the ancient prehistoric wilderness.

Desolate and heroic.

It reminds people of the world full of yellow sand, and those days when they had to fight the most ferocious beasts in exchange for a chance of survival for the clansmen in extremely harsh environments.

Either kill or be killed.

The weak have no right to survive, and the strong dominate everything.

This is the original sound, and it also brings back the memories hidden in the hearts of countless orcs.

How many years have you not heard this trumpet?

【Maggora】

The orcs all know that when a warrior challenges a chieftain to take his place, he uses this most sacred duel ritual [Mak'Gora].

One on one!

The winner gets it all!

Few people know that this [Mak'Gora], which is used to resolve conflicts and disputes between orcs and determine the ownership of the chieftain, can also be used against hostile races.

Of course, there are prerequisites.

"The Great Chief Black Hand of the Horde! On behalf of my king, Ryan Wrynn, the King of Stormwind City, who is also the Great Chief in your eyes, I challenge you to [Maggora], do you dare to fight!?" Duke's voice echoed in the night sky of Stormwind City. I don't know if it's magic or something else, but this shout in orc language was clearly heard by the hundred thousand orcs who invaded Stormwind City.

Great Chief Blackhand and Orgrim were walking on the streets of Stormwind Old Town with their own soldiers, and both of them were shocked suddenly.

【Maggora】! ?

Humans actually understand 【Maggora】?

Almost instantly, Orgrim spat fiercely in his heart: It was taught by that lowly traitor Garona again!

Duke's voice continued: "Our human king is different from the great chief of your tribe. Our king is not the number one warrior. It doesn't matter. Both our king and the number one warrior are here. As long as you are in [Makogo Lali defeated Anduin Lothar, our first warrior, and our king's head is offered with both hands! We are waiting for you where the beam of light is!"

The huge petrified palm of the black hand happened to be supporting a thick stone pillar by the side of the road. With almost unconscious force, the whole stone pillar was easily crushed by the huge grip. The hard stones exploded like hardened flour and scattered all over the ground.

The focus of the eyes of all the orcs around fell on Blackhand's face.

"The Great Chief?" Orgrim asked tentatively.

The muscles on Great Chief Heishou's big ugly face kept trembling, thick blood vessels emerged like beards on his face, and his eyes were bloodshot and red from extreme excitement. Black Hand could feel his body like a flame pumping out from his heart, spreading to every corner of his body and reaching every cell in his body.

"Hahaha!" Blackhand laughed wildly: "The orcs are never afraid of challenges! No matter what Len, what Andu! Their heads are mine—all mine—"

Orgrim understood on the spot and yelled to the side: "Pass the order of the great chief—the great chief has decided to accept the [Mak'Gora] of humans, and it is forbidden to attack the humans where the beam of light is!"

The orderlies ran away, and soon the rough roar of the orderlies could be heard everywhere.

"The chief accepts [Makgora], and it is forbidden to attack humans near the beam of light!"

"Let's go!" The clouds parted, and the moonlight fell on the ground. With the light of the torch, the two huge dragon-shaped bone shoulder ornaments on the shoulders of the great chief were extremely pale and frightening.

On the other side, in the Cathedral area of ​​Stormwind City, on the steps of the Cathedral of Stormwind City, Ryan sat on a red velvet and gold-rimmed throne on the nine steps, and Anduin and Bolvar stood beside Ryan, Uniforms stand tall.

"Will the warchief of the orcs really come?" Bolvar asked Duke for the third time.

"Enough! Bolvar. Duke's analysis can't be wrong. The orc chief who is the most demanding of personal martial arts can't let go of such an opportunity." Ryan gently stopped his loyal minister.

Anduin, who stood leaning on his sword, looked more relaxed: "Don't worry, we are not far behind us is Stormwind Harbor. The soldiers are all behind. If the tens of thousands of troops can't cover our king's safe departure, then we will all commit suicide."

Of course, the orcs couldn't find the main force of human beings, because the last 40,000 to 50,000 soldiers and civilians had quietly gathered near Stormwind Harbor.

There are tens of thousands of people, but there is almost no sound, like a giant beast lurking in the dark night.

Not every soldier is aware of the arrangements of the upper echelons, they are only informed, and there will be special means to arrange their evacuation.

As for the special law, no one knows. Many people looked at the large amount of haystacks piled up at the port wharf in a daze.

The last ocean liner left in the afternoon.

The soldiers scratched their heads and couldn't figure out how to evacuate.

But fortunately, since they were all ordered to cut off the rear, these soldiers were mentally prepared for a fight to the death.

However, the open space from the city wall of the church district to the pier is really not conducive to human beings! Moreover, the soldiers did not have any heavy weapons on hand.

If there is a decisive battle with the orcs here, it will be an almost one-sided massacre.

General Tom Seamus, the head of the Griffin Legion who once had a relationship with Duke, still did his best to put the heavy infantry and pikemen with large shields against the sea and head towards Stormwind City. formation.

"If the orcs come rushing... at least they can stand up for a while." General Seamus muttered to himself.

When he heard that Duke proposed this plan, Seamus didn't know why, but always thought of the legendary Duke's master who fought against the orcs in Redridge Mountain.

The spirit of taking the head of an enemy general with one enemy against thousands of horses still deeply shakes his heart.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Ryan, Anduin, and Bolvar looked up at Duke at the same time.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Duke's mouth: "The great chief of the tribe, Blackhand, has accepted your challenge. Lothar."

Lothar's resolute face like a heartthrob also showed a smile, and he and Ryan looked at each other. Ryan nodded heavily: "Go! Anduin! My life and the future of the Stormwind Kingdom are in your hands."

Lothar gave a deep salute, then turned to Duke and said, "Oh, sometimes I really admire you. You have mastered the orc language and their customs in such a short period of time. I have learned it from Ga...that assassin for so long. , or only a few orc words."

Duke smiled badly: "I found a lot of orc books in Karazhan. I read a lot, so I won't lie to you."

There are no books about orcs in Karazhan at all, and Duke is completely lying about his strength.

Lothar didn't know at all: "Well, the translation will depend on you later."

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