Chapter 124 I'll Give Him Whatever He Wants

The city wall was lost, while the ogres were still arguing and the orcs were attacking non-stop.

A large part of the outermost wall had already collapsed, and the orcs pushed various war weapons into the gap and built a new position.

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

The orcs who entered the city fought fiercely with the ogres. At this moment, in the streets, the huge ogres made it more difficult for the flexible orcs to advance than outside the city.

The bodies of each Gorian who died were too big, so big that the orcs could only clean up the bodies before moving forward.

This also led to Grommash's order to maintain the position first and temporarily stop moving forward.

Seeing that the orcs were ready to settle down in Highmaul, Mar'gok no longer wanted to pay attention to these idiots, and he issued the final order.

"Kra'go, and the rest of you, follow me to the orc camp as my guards." Mar'gok found several skilled warriors, each of whom was extraordinary.

One of them practiced in the lava pool for several years, until the power of the flame began to obey his call, making him fearless of high temperatures and heat waves, and he could even take a bath in a boiling oil pan; one of them was a disciple of the arcanist in the mage tower, with strong magic power and good at divination. He could recognize objects through the board even with his eyes closed through the prophecy spell; one of them was a frequent visitor to the arena. It is said that he was protected by the power of the mountain, which made him have a body of copper skin and iron bones. His skin was so hard that no swords, guns or spells could harm his body, even if his abdomen was cut open and his heart was dug out.

These three people all came from high families, with tigers, talbu sheep and wild boars as their family emblems. Each of them can be said to be extremely powerful, brave and good at fighting, and is a famous warrior.

ps: I walked around Draenor, only tigers and sheep, no deer (sad)

When the orcs temporarily stopped attacking and set up positions in the streets to repair, Mal'gok and his followers quietly left the city.

"How long will it take us to reach their camp?" A councillor wiped the sweat from his forehead as he walked with great effort in the soft mud.

Fearing that these rubbish would try to cause trouble after he left, Mal'gok immediately took these least useful and stupidest guys with him. If Grommash really wanted to kill him, he could at least drag them down with him.

"It's almost there. After we finish this mountain road, we just happened to take a detour to the orc camp. Our envoys have already informed them that the leader will go to negotiate peace."

"But their attacks not only did not stop, but became even more fierce." He muttered.

The orcs, who were ready to switch to defense, suddenly launched several rounds of attacks again, but fortunately their "shamans who turned into elements" had retreated.

"Headmaster, ahead is Mogol, the orc frontline stronghold." An ogre who led the way came over and whispered, "I have seen wolf cavalry patrolling there."

"Are there orcs welcoming us?"

"Shut up! If there are orcs there, I think it is more likely to be an ambush."

"Who has our peace flag? Raise it quickly!"

These councillors seemed to have found a new topic to show their superior insights to people, as if they would be considered powerless and low-ranking if they did not put forward their own opinions.

Although what they said was useless nonsense.

These noisy voices made Margok's two heads expressionless.

He was used to it.

Used to this kind of noise.

"Raise the purple and gold flag, and then we will go straight in."

Margok stopped their meaningless quarrels and asked them to do what he wanted.

People are still wondering whether the orcs will ambush them when they are here. Is it meaningful?

Even if it is dangerous, can they go back? If they really go back, the last time they came was an envoy, and the next time they will probably be the axe before entering the court.

On the outskirts of Mogol, a patrol of more than ten people found them. Looking at the luxurious purple and gold flag, they did not show any surprise, but felt that it was natural.

Kalosh Black Wind and several wolf cavalrymen stopped them and said softly: "Is the Ogre leader right?"

A councillor was a little irritable and uneasy. This orc made him very uncomfortable, as if he was examining a prisoner!

He instigated Krago: "These orcs don't seem to be very friendly."

Krago stood up straight, holding a big stick with a skull in his hand, and looked at the man who spoke with a sidelong look, "The leader is not anxious, why are you anxious?" After saying that, he retracted his eyes.

He knew what this idiot meant. He just thought he was a reckless idiot and wanted him to start a conflict with the orcs. Krago didn't know what he was thinking, but the leader's plan would not want this situation to happen.

There is a slang in Highmaul Castle, the councillors buy the opposite, and gold, silver and jewelry will roll in.

What does it mean? The congressmen are just too stupid. As long as you buy the players they favor in the arena, you will get rich sooner or later.

He didn't want to give in to the orcs, but he had to put the orders of the leader first.

Unless the orcs go too far...

"You don't know how to raise me." The congressman was a little unhappy, but no one paid attention to him. Everyone was paying attention to the conversation between the leader and the orc.

Although many Gorians felt humiliated diplomatically, Mal'gok remained calm and asked his followers not to act rashly. They came to negotiate peace, so it was normal to be humiliated.

If they couldn't even handle this little problem now, then when facing the possible existence of the orcs, the gronn might open their mouths and it might turn into an ogre team going to the dungeon to kill Grommash.

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"Let's go, I'll take you to see Chief Hellscream." Kalosh Blackwind didn't make it too difficult for him. The rudeness just now was just a little "show of power" allowed by the king and the chief.

When they met Grommash, that was the real humiliation, and now it's just a little bit.

Boom boom boom.

Boom boom boom.

The heavy footsteps of the ogres entered Mogol under the guidance of the orcs.

When Mal'gok saw the tents and buildings of the War Song, he felt that they were so thin and messy. In order to facilitate movement, many tents are actually just temporary huts and wooden sheds made of wood and leather, shallowly inserted into the ground.

It may be a bit exaggerated to say that it is a clan's orc slave pen, but in Mal'gok's eyes, it is at best a large rural area.

"If they throw down their axes and pick up hoes, it will be more like it." Mal'gok thought with some malice in his heart, but on the surface, he remained calm and walked towards the center of the orcs' tents step by step.

Along the way, he seemed to ignore the orcs in Mogol. Whether it was ridicule or curiosity, he treated them as non-existent.

Vigilance, murderous intent.

Mal'gok has seen a lot of these, and what he cares about is not the thoughts of these ordinary orcs, but Grommash's.

"It's quite malicious..." Mal'gok understood, after all, they have been enemies for hundreds of years.

And this generation of orcs is the enemy of the enemies of the ogres.

He couldn't help but start to think in his heart, if the negotiations broke down, would Grommash really allow them to leave?

These soldiers would probably rush over and push him down like they were pushing down the walls of Highmaul.

However, Mal'gok's current mood was:

Don't the orcs want him to be their vassal? He is a chieftain, and I am also a chieftain (chieftain of the Highmaul clan), I will give him whatever he wants!

I can't give you everything you want, but you still want to kill me, right? It doesn't make sense.

With this mentality, Mal'gok stretched out his hand and pushed open the tent where Grommash was.