Chapter 105: Highmaul Front

"From today, this long war will finally come to an end." Even Nergo was a little excited. The death of his father and the blood of his people will be settled from today.

The ogres must kneel down!

Sitting on the black war wolf, Nergo drove it towards the location of the front-line camp.

Outside the camp, the soldiers who had been waiting for a long time saw his army and hurriedly lined up to greet him.

"Salute you, King!"

I don't know who said this first, one by one the orcs responded, and Nergo nodded to them.

Nergo looked at the camp called Mogol, no, it should be considered a fortress, and the hard workers were still reinforcing it. I really don't know what kind of magnificent building will appear here in the end.

But it should be impossible to see the day when it is completely repaired, because before that, the decisive battle will inevitably start.

This is just a temporary camp.

Nergo did not stop to admire the orcs' hands-on ability. He walked straight forward and looked at the other buildings inside.

Barracks, warehouses, animal pens, and blacksmith shops.

Countless weapons were carried out by laborers and placed in warehouses or training grounds. Draenei technicians were also instructing the orcs to build large weapons such as catapults.

Looking at the flags in the camp, Nergo suddenly remembered what Grommash had said to him before.

"We will form an army of 20,000 people."

Well, looking at this situation, he might believe it even if he was told that there were 50,000.

"Did the chieftain say where we should be stationed?" Nergo asked Sylvanas. It must be said that he had less things to do after having her.

Sylvanas handed him a scroll, "Hellscream said he wanted you to station in the open space in the east."

"Yes, that's it." Sylvanas commanded her officers to set up tents there, and they had more important things to do.

Boom, boom, boom.

The orcs' war drums sounded, and Nergo walked towards the largest tent with some excitement.

Who wouldn't be excited? The ancient hatred will finally end here.

Sylvanas understood his feelings. Although she did not have any deep hatred for the ogres, she could put herself in his shoes. If she had participated in the siege of Zul'Aman when she was still a ranger general, and was about to see the Amani trolls, those ugly monsters die, she would probably be so excited, right?

"You know what?" Nergo said to her, "When my father was alive, he thought that one day the orcs would conquer the ogres."

"I understand." Sylvanas shrugged, "My mother had similar ideas."

"It's a pity that the ogres are going to lose, but he can't see it." Nergo shook his head, "But I will help him witness it all."

In the big tent, Hellscream nodded to him, "Okay, everyone is here."

Nergo looked around.

The paladin sent by the Draenei, oh yes, he should be called the garrison commander.

Lantresor of the Burning Blade Clan and two sword masters standing behind him.

And himself and Sylvanas.

"Hello." The Draenei were very friendly. Nergo greeted the beautiful lady of unknown race beside him, "May the Holy Light bless you."

"If the Holy Light blesses me, I will be really bad." Sylvanas thought to herself. This Draenei made her feel like she had seen a human priest and a Silver Hand Paladin.

"You too, the ancestors will bless you." Nergo responded, "What is your name?"

"Maraad." Maraad's mouth showed an arc, "The Prophet sent me to assist you."

"Maraad." Nergo repeated the name in his mind for a few times, and seemed to have some impression.

He looked at the crystal-like warhammer in his hand again, and he remembered it.

This is also an NPC who occupies a lot of roles in the plot, and in a sense he is also the mortal enemy of the orcs.

But now he has become one of them, it's really unpredictable.

"I've heard of you." Nergo asked, "But I remember you were in Shadowmoon Valley, Elro..."

"Elodor." Maraad explained, "Although I often live there, there are exceptions to everything, right?"

"That's right." Nergo nodded.

"Okay, everyone." Grommash stood up with a thin body. He looked at them and said, "We have plenty of time to chat after this war."

His chest rose and fell, showing his excitement. "I plan to besiege their city in three days. How are your soldiers preparing?"

"Your soldiers are ready." Lantresor said truthfully. Obviously, he had regarded himself as a member of the tribe that Grommash was about to establish. He was the king, and he was a minister.

"As soon as the war begins, the Blademaster will quickly kill their threatening mages."

"Very good." Grommash asked Maraad again, "Mara, Maraad."

What a tongue-twisting name. After Grommash struggled to say his name in the strange Draenei language, Maraad whispered, "Orcish is fine, I can understand it."

His Orcish language made Grommash grin. Since he said so, he didn't need to torture himself by speaking their language. He said, "Are there any problems with the weapons?"

Most of the Draenei sent technicians and priests. Grommash naturally did not intend to send them to the front line because they were few in number. They only needed to be responsible for logistics.

"No problem." Maraad shook his head. He was happy not to go to the battlefield. Draenei were somewhat averse to war. It was a good thing for them not to go to the battlefield.

As for Nergo, there was no problem. His cattle and horses, ah, mules and horses, were ready.

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The orcs did not hide their intentions. When the orcs began to build a camp not long before Highmaul, the entire Highmaul knew they were coming.

At that time, the battle had already started.

The ogre mages and the orc shamans fought fiercely.

Today you control the landslide to smash my camp, and tomorrow I drive lightning to blow up your walls.

Under the shadow of war, many strong Gorians have been recruited into the army by their ruler Margok, even the untouchables. Although the King of Witchcraft also despises them, it is time for them to shed blood.

The King of Witchcraft left the top of Highmaul, the outline of the magnificent terrace - the throne of the head, for the first time. He came to the place where the untouchables lived and watched the untouchables around him show his eloquence.

"My compatriots..." Margok smiled warmly and sincerely, telling these Gorians he looked down upon about the glory of Goria and the glory of Highmaul, and hoped that they would join the army and contribute all their value to the glory of Highmaul.