Chapter 108 Will We Win? We Must Win

You may think that the chapters about Highmaul are too long, but I want to explain that this is a boss-level group book after all, so I want to write in detail, such as the orcs' gambling on national destiny when facing war, and the ogres' struggle for power

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Broken stars, cracked land, and metal collisions.

The flesh and blood of the warriors turned to dust, and the corpses of the wargs rotted and stank.

Looking at the unfamiliar environment around him, he touched his face, "No!"

He immediately stood up and looked around, a simple tent, a somewhat dirty animal skin, and a world like an abyss.

"You disappoint me." He saw the figure of his adoptive father Ruzo appear.

Ruzo walked up to him, his voice became sharp and harsh, "You said you would lead the orcs to victory after victory, but what about now?"

"Even children were conscripted, but we were defeated at Highmaul." He said disgustedly: "Shaman? An exaggerated liar!"

"You are not worthy of being the king of the orcs! You are not worthy of leading us!"

One after another, orcs appeared. Some of them were blind, some had broken hands, and some had scars on their faces, but they all had one thing in common. These orcs were all Warsong orcs, orcs he knew.

They walked towards an abyss. In front of the abyss, a mysterious man wearing a hood handed them gifts one after another.

But there were exceptions. There was an orc, a child, who was very young but had scars on his face that shouldn't have appeared. He stood in front of Nergo and asked: "Will we win?"

Nergo wanted to say yes, but looking around, he couldn't say it.

"I understand." He followed the others and prepared to accept the gift that brought victory.

"No!!!" Waking up from the nightmare, his breathing seemed so heavy in the silent room.

Nergo, with his eyes wide open, realized that he had another nightmare. Unlike other shamans' dreams, his dreams had no hope, no truth, and his dreams were all painful endings.

Sometimes, he would dream of the battle under Shattrath several years later. Although he had never seen the orcs and the draenei fighting each other, he clearly saw the orcs catching the hidden draenei in the streets in his dreams.

Sometimes, he would dream of the present, when the orcs were defeated in Highmaul, and the ogres were violently hunting down every orc, causing the Warsong Clan to fall into an irretrievable situation.

The draenei had already joined the tribe, and the ogres would not win. Drinking the magic blood was a false illusion. Dreams were all the opposite and false.

Nergo told himself so, and he got up from his simple and plain bed.

Whether in his previous life or this life, he never dreamed, let alone nightmares.

In his years as an orc, Nergo only knew that it would be dawn when he closed his eyes and opened them again. But now nightmares are appearing more and more frequently.

But he couldn't let anyone see the nightmare he was suffering from and the anxiety hidden in his heart.

"Orcs will not fail." He repeated this sentence over and over again until he finally roared it out.

He finally felt a little better.

He walked out of the tent. At this moment, dawn was approaching and the orcs were gradually getting up. His roar just now did not disturb anyone's sleep. Some people even shouted loudly like him after hearing it, "For the chief!"

He left the tent and patrolled around the orc camp.

Armory, blacksmith shop, animal pens... When Nergo's footsteps had almost patrolled the entire camp, not only ordinary orcs, but even the child soldiers woke up.

Looking at these child soldiers, he felt a little guilty. He thought this was the reason for his painful nightmare. He took these underage children into the battlefield. If it was really the same as in the dream, he would be the sinner who ruined the future of the Warsong Clan.

"Hail for the King!"

"King Nergo!"

"Nergo is glad to meet you."

Unexpectedly, they had no resentment or hatred towards him. They and their relatives were looking at him with admiration.

Nergosh looked at the children who were talking. They stared at him with wide eyes and circled around him. Although they were still sucking their fingers, they had already started to wear small armor.

This made them look a little funny. No, he was the funniest. He stretched out his hand and put the masks on these children. With these hideous masks, these children no longer looked harmless, but more like real nomadic soldiers.

Nergo's eyes briefly met with the orc next to him, "Are you their father?"

"Yes, my king." The older orc nodded and said to him excitedly: "My wife gave birth to four children for me. I am very happy that these boys can take up arms..."

He was a little talkative. He said a lot and introduced his children to Nergo. If it were usual, Nergo might nod perfunctorily. He was very busy and had no time to pay attention to these little guys.

But now, he not only remembered every word seriously, but also said something from time to time.

This made the warrior flattered.

"Do you blame me?" Nergo asked: "I hate that I sent your children to the battlefield."

"Don't worry, you can say it boldly, I can understand it. After all, if I were you, I would be sharpening my axe at home now."

Nergo understood very well. He judged others by himself. His children who had just reached adulthood or even not yet reached adulthood were brought to the battlefield. That was like a stone man opening his eyes again and a fox speaking human words.

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"Will we win?" Before the warrior spoke, his child wearing an iron mask asked him in a childish voice.

"Will we win?"

Nergo remembered the nightmare. A trace of sweat began to appear on his body. Was it a prophecy? Impossible. What was this sign? Was it a hint that I would fail?

"Will we win?" he asked again.

"Yes, I will lead you to victory after victory." Nergo stared at him and thought to himself: "Whether that is my destiny or not."

The child seemed very happy. He said to his father: "The king said we will win, so we will definitely win!"

His father also smiled and said to his child: "When you grow up, your son and the brothers in your mother's arms will be proud of us. We are the conquerors of Highmaul. They will regret not having time to participate in this war."

Will it? It will definitely happen.

Everyone will remember this battle, which symbolizes the beginning of the orcs' rule over the earth.

Nergo left space for this family. He didn't know whether he was right or wrong, but he thought he should do something. His feet took him to a tent, where soldiers were treated. Wounded soldiers would be treated by doctors and priests here.

Nergo walked into a tent and watched the orc on the bed discussing the meaning of this war with the priest who treated him. He didn't know what to do. Should he go in and brainwash them about the justice and necessity of this war? Or should he avoid it silently?

Finally, he opened the tent, came to the Draenei priest, and whispered, "Is there anything I can help with?"