Chapter 545 3. Thrall Speaks Out

While Dustwallow Marsh was full of war and smoke, on this slightly cold night, the orcs were located in Orgrim, the city of Durotar, and there were also brightly lit lights, although at this time, most of the orcs had already I fell asleep after working, but this is a fighting race after all. Even on a peaceful night, there are still a group of soldiers patrolling the city.

Different from the human habit of building castles with rocks, the place where the orcs live is more like a nomadic tribe's big tent that incorporates a part of the form of a war fortress. They often use solid wood to build several layers of sentry towers. In order to ensure the sturdiness of the sentry towers , there is also a part of specially treated masonry at the bottom, and under the fort made of wood and animal skins, there is also the traditional crypt of the orcs.

In this huge orc city, there are such large and small war towers everywhere, and there are also some big fortresses with a strong orc style, which are for chiefs and shamans to live in.

The social civilization of the orcs has a strong sense of class. They are brave and warlike, and endure hardships and stand hard work. Every orc will be assigned his own tasks when he becomes an adult. When he joins the army, he must start from the lowest level of hard work. In the army, The superior has absolute control over the subordinates. Except for the period when the orcs drank the blood of the devil, the orc army has always been known for its strict discipline. Any soldier who violates military discipline will be severely whipped.

This kind of civilization is simply born for war. In the orc society, there is very little meaningless leisure. Even when going out to hunt, there is a special hunter team. Living in such an environment will definitely feel oppressive, but in Under the chieftains' rule, few orcs would express dissatisfaction.

Because the chiefs not only enjoy extremely high honor and material living standards, once a war breaks out, the chiefs will inevitably lead the army to stand in front of the civilians. In the tradition of the orcs, defeat or surrender is extremely shameful, so Orthodox orcs prefer to die in battle.

In extremely brutal wars, the chiefs of the tribe are often the first to die... Therefore, no one will have any doubts about the status of the chiefs.

This is the civilization of the orcs. The shadow of war is imprinted in every corner of their lives. Their unique civilization system evolved from nomadic clans. They are two completely different paths from human civilization. You can say that they are born Barbaric, but after really understanding the social system of orcs, you can't say that they are not civilized...they are just not the kind of civilization most people think.

The orc soldiers standing in front of the Grommash Fortress where the chiefs were discussing issues saw a few figures walking quickly in the night. They looked at the coming people with vigilant eyes. , They quickly saw the few comers clearly.

"wow"

The two orc soldiers immediately thumped their fists on their chests, and the older orc guard among them greeted in a deep voice:

"Overlord Thrall, Captain Garrosh, and Captain Dranosh, the chiefs are discussing in the hall, do you need me to report to the chiefs for you?"

"unnecessary!"

The solemn young orc Thrall waved his hand, and said in a low voice:

"We also have something to report to the chiefs."

After finishing speaking, the three young orcs walked into the Grommash Fortress. This fortress has inherited the tradition of the orcs. It is not decorated like a human palace. It is a bigger house. A wooden floor is laid on the ground of the hall, on which the logo of the tribe is drawn in the style of orcs. Around the circular hall, there are battle flags of the six big clans of the tribe, and the chiefs of each clan sit under their respective banners.

On the three steps facing the gate, there is a wooden seat decorated with the skulls of demon lords, covered with the furs of thunder lizards and war wolves. Under the reflection of the bonfires lit in several large braziers, the whole hall is as bright as day .

When the three of Thrall entered the hall, several chiefs were discussing something. On the floor in front of them, there was a large map sewn from several animal skins, which marked the entire Kalimdor east. The topography of the coast, marked by hills and ravines, can be clearly seen at a glance.

"Garrosh?"

Hearing the vibration of the door of the hall, Grom, the chief of the Warsong clan, turned his head and saw his son. He frowned and shouted loudly:

"You should be patrolling the city! What are you doing here?"

Garrosh didn't answer, Thrall stepped forward, looked at the several chiefs in front of him, and said loudly:

"Our scouts discovered the war in Dustwallow Marsh. Ogres and centaurs are besieging human immigrants. I, Garrosh, and Dranosh are here to ask the chief for permission. We want to support those humans. .”

"madness!"

Before Orgrim, who was sitting on the position of the great chief, could speak, Kargath, the chief of the Shattered Hand clan on the other side, scolded:

"The adults are discussing the matter, and the juniors stand aside first! Is this how the prophets of the Frostwolf Clan educate the younger generations?"

"Ahem, Thrall is the Warlord of the Frostwolf Clan, he is free to do whatever he wants."

Sitting under the flag of the Frostwolf War, the aging great shaman Drek'Thar coughed softly. He turned his black clothed eyes to Kargath's position, and said without flinching:

"Besides, it's not the Shattered Hand's turn to intervene in the internal affairs of the Frostwolf Clan, right?"

"I also think, Kargas, your hand is stretched too far, right?"

Fenris, the chief of the Leiwang clan, stroked the head of the war wolf lying on the side with his hand, and said playfully:

"Thrall, Garrosh, and Dranosh, these three young men have sacrificed and contributed much more to the new tribe than you and your lunatics! When the young hero spoke, I thought you Should... shut up!"

The atmosphere in the hall became a bit weird. The chief of the Shattered Hand snorted coldly, while the great chief seemed to be resting with his eyes closed. The representative of the Blood Ring clan wanted to say something, but considering the current situation in the tribe, he finally decided to Sitting quietly in the chair, without saying a word.

Kilrogg Bloodeye, the chief of the Blood Ring clan, is taking his son Jorin and his clansmen to prevent the invasion of demons in the Azshara Wilderness in the north of Durotar, so he came to the chiefs meeting, It is Kilrogg's most trusted old shaman. As an old man who has experienced the craziest period of the tribe, he is always used to listening before speaking.

"Are you going to help humans? Sal, tell me, is your always smart brain broken?"

Warsong Chief Grom leaned on the chair. Due to the torment of toxemia, this former top fighter has become very thin. Although his body is still strong, from the wrinkles on his face and gray hair, it can be seen that When he came out, the chief's energy was not as good as before.

In fact, not only Grom, except for Orgrim, Drek'Thar and the old shaman of Blood Ring, the other chiefs in the entire hall have strong sequelae caused by toxemia. The blood of the demons inside is drying up, and the thirst for evil energy is tormenting their minds every minute and every second.

Facing Grom's questioning, Thrall hesitated a little. He took a peek at the Great Prophet and the Great Chief, and saw no disapproval on the faces of the two people he respected the most, so he responded loudly. arrive:

"No! Chief Grommash, I have come to this conclusion after careful consideration."

"Leaving aside our grievances with humans, if ogres and centaurs are allowed to destroy the human forces in Dustwallow Marsh and let them plunder enough supplies, the forces of these two barbarians will develop rapidly. I've heard about our grievances with the Kokar centaur, once the centaur clan regains its strength, those vengeful bastards will definitely turn to Durotar."

Thrall's analysis satisfied the Great Prophet and nodded. Grom Hellscream rubbed his chin. After a while, he also nodded slightly. What Thrall said was indeed very reasonable, and those barbarian centaurs really had to be guarded against. .

But Grom has his own plan. He looked at Thrall and said in a deep voice:

"Then let the tauren of Mulgore fight. They have a blood feud with the centaur. They are definitely willing to attack the empty rear camp of the centaur at this juncture. The guards of the barren land can also be dispatched to help the tauren fight Centaur, after all, the Tauren is already a member of the tribe, but you, I will not allow you to dispatch!"

Thrall wanted to refute, but Fenris, the chieftain of the Thunder King Clan, also spoke. This powerful wolf cavalry stared at the silent Dranosh for a moment, and he said:

"Grom is right. The blood feud between humans and orcs is difficult to resolve. We sent our fleet to help them, which has aroused dissatisfaction among many clansmen. In this case, as the future chief of the Frostwolf Clan, you If you take the initiative to help humans with your identity, it will easily cause divisions within the tribe."

"Split? Impossible to split!"

Thrall retorted aloud:

"The chief and you have personally seen the power of the Darkblade undead in the eastern continent. Those undead cannot allow us to develop in Kalimdor. Their minions will come to this land one day, and even... They may have already come, the human empire resisted the dark blade undead, and was forced to move westward in less than 10 years, is the tribe that has not recovered its vitality stronger than the human empire?"

"Chieftains, I am going to help human settlements, not only because of the threat of centaurs and ogres to Durotar, but also because of the future! In every sleep of mine, I can see the future, in that In the future, there is no difference between humans and orcs, and even the mighty night elves are just one of the destroyed!"

"Will the undead let us go because we're orcs?"

"Will the undead treat us preferentially just because we don't save human beings?"

"Will the undead set us free because we are too cowardly to face the challenge?"

"Chiefs!"

Thrall's voice became low and deep:

"Dark Blade did not wage war solely for the human empire...Humanity has fallen, and the next one may be us. If we don't help them at the moment of human life and death, if the night elves are facing the threat of demons, If we don't do anything, then wait until the tide of the dark undead lands across the endless sea..."

"Who will help the orcs? Who will help us?"

"Forget it, Thrall, don't tell this group of stubborn old people. They have been fighting against humans for too long, and they are all blinded by hatred."

Garrosh took a step forward and grabbed Thrall's shoulder. He looked at his silent father with some disappointment, and then, as if to vent, he said loudly:

"Let's go to Bain and Vol'jin. They are unwilling to send troops to help, so we will find a way by ourselves!"

Thrall's rebuttal and Garrosh's roar left the other chiefs speechless. The reason is very simple, and every orc chief present here can understand it, but the problem is that understanding is understanding, and the chiefs also have their own difficulties.

Kargath, the most violent chieftain, cried out:

"Stupid bastards, you don't know anything! Humans have human problems, we have ours, and what we have to face now is..."

"Enough! Kargath, shut up!"

The great chief Orgrim who had been resting with his eyes closed suddenly interrupted Kargath's roar. He opened his eyes and looked at the others. After a while, he set his sights on the three young men, Thrall. He said in a deep voice:

"Thar, you are the Warlord of the Frostwolf Clan. Legally, you have full control over the Frostwolf Clan, as well as Garrosh and Dranosh. Your identities are very sensitive. Once you make a wrong choice, It's easy to make the tribal people's hearts flutter...but what you said is also reasonable, the elimination of hatred is necessary, Lothar is dead...the older generation is starting to wither, the future is yours, so...you Whatever you want to do, just do it!"

"But there is one thing! I don't allow you to mobilize all the soldiers who have missions in the tribe. You can only recruit the soldiers you need from the reserve army! And the number cannot exceed 3,000, understand?"

A flash of light flashed in Thrall's eyes. He nodded, and then walked out of the fortress with the indignant Garrosh and the silent Dranosh. Looking at the backs of the young people leaving, Shattered Hand Chief Kaga S said in a low voice:

"Why don't you tell them the truth? If they are going to inherit the chiefdom of the tribe in the future, then they should know this..."

"Not yet, Kargath..."

Orgrim said softly:

"We old bones can carry the Horde a long way, and before the children really grow up, we have to clear the way for them...Come on, let's go on, Fenris, let's talk A discovery by your wolfriders."

"Um."

The chief of the Thunder King Clan nodded, then narrowed his eyes and said:

"There are more and more Horde wartimes missing in Ashenvale. Three days ago, Thunder King's scouts were attacked around the lumber camp in the east of Ashenvale, but it wasn't those pesky night elves, but... the drinking Demon blooded, delirious orcs."

"We have all drank the devil's blood, and the scouts can also tell the weirdness of those orcs. Brothers...the demons who tricked us into drinking the devil's blood are here...and they are hiding in Ashenvale."

Kargas then said:

"In the dark alley area of ​​Orgrim City, some lunatics who believe in demons have recently resumed their activities."

"It's not the worst."

Great Prophet Drek'Thar said sadly:

"What I'm most worried about now is that if those demons bewitch those idiots who drank the devil's blood to attack the camp of the night elves, if they deliberately provoke conflicts between the two races, we will be completely speechless."