Chapter 129: Unknown Journey

"What's wrong with you?" Grommash felt a little irritated. "You just need to wait for them here."

"When they come, the chieftain may not be the same." Nergo coughed twice. "I don't know if Gul'dan has mixed into other clans. Maybe he is thinking of the same plan as us. Now he is trying to win over some clans as servants."

"Those chieftains, such as Blackhand, have always been ambitious. If they come to Oshu'gun and learn about the news about the tribe and that the Warsong Clan has not received the loyalty of several clans, it is inevitable that he will have some other ideas, such as winning over those who have not been loyal. tribe, and make myself the chieftain."

"I must use this information gap to get the support of the chieftains of the other clans first, so that most of the clans stand on our side, and then I will promise him benefits and force him to swear a blood oath." Nergo said seriously: "In this way, our plan has been more than half successful."

"But I still think this is not a good idea. Obviously, a messenger is enough, why let you risk going to other places."

"If we rely on messengers, we can't even win over the Fire Blade Clan."

Nergo knows very well that no matter how good a diplomat is, it is easier to convince the orc chieftain than a shaman with a legendary experience like him.

"Besides, if even I can be in danger, then sending an ordinary messenger is like sending my life?"

"There can be no mistakes in the establishment of the tribe, especially the Blackrock Clan. They have the best craftsmen, the most warriors and the most strict discipline. Chieftain, we must ensure that Blackhand's joining is foolproof..."

Nelgo stared at Grommash seriously, "Aren't we trying our best just to wait for the coming moment? I have broken through the ogre army, I have faced Gul'dan's curse, and I have even withstood the infusion of the power of the gods. Now I am just going to meet a few chieftains. Where is the danger?"

"Hmm..." Grommash pondered for a moment. What Nelgo said did make sense. As the strongest shaman of the clan, he must not encounter the danger of death in the whole Draenor.

"Okay, then what are you going to promise them?"

Gromash knew Nelgo's plan. He always liked to use things he didn't have as a bargaining chip to promise other clans.

But the chieftain of the Blackrock clan they were talking about just now, Blackhand, might not buy into this.

He usually takes what he wants with his own hands.

If Nergal said that the tribe would help him eliminate the ogre forces in Gorgrond or open up new territory, he would only be ridiculed and looked down upon by Blackhand.

Nergal wanted to pry the Blackrock clan into working for his plan and convince Blackhand, so he had to find something that Blackhand would be interested in first. If he couldn't find it or didn't have it, then even if he knelt on the ground humbly, he wouldn't be able to gain the loyalty of any Blackrock orc.

Fortunately, Nergal knew what Blackhand would be interested in.

"Chieftain, do you remember the orc named Urban?"

"Urban?" Grommash certainly remembered, "Are you talking about the orc who developed the Urban catapult? I heard that he is learning to make artillery with the Draenei technicians recently, and has made significant progress."

Those powerful weapons that can launch destructive power enough to raze a mountain to the ground with just one attack really impressed Grommash.

But for some reason, the cannons made by orc blacksmiths, who were taught by the same teacher, seemed much heavier than those of the Draenei. They were decorated with almost meaningless decorations such as spikes, which were full of orc style.

"Look, these days, orcs often see him holding a scroll and writing something." Grommash shook his head, "And there are many... shamans who will try to enchant the cannons. Some shamans have even developed a set of rituals for this."

It's as if those cannons have souls.

"Very good." Nergo suddenly felt confident, "This time when I go to the Blackrock Clan, I will not promise them land, and I will not give them food and weapons."

Are you waiting for Blackhand to go crazy and be fooled by you? Grommash looked at Nergo in surprise.

Nergo looked at Grommash's face and knew what he was thinking. He thought he was crazy, but he didn't know who Blackhand was.

He is a chieftain, a warrior, and a blacksmith.

If he could come up with some weapon drawings that would make Blackhand addicted, and more advanced technology.

Neither his identity as a chief nor his desire as a blacksmith could resist.

For the chief, advanced technology would allow the Blackrock Clan to reach a higher level.

For the blacksmith, being able to create more destructive weapons was his lifelong pursuit.

And the Draenei technology from Argus would surely open Blackhand's eyes.

"I only need a few blueprints from Urban," said Nergo, "and then a map and enough food."

"As for other clans, I have my own way of persuading them."

Obviously, Blackhand's level could not be won by deception. It was difficult to get him to join the tribe without something real, but it didn't matter for other clans.

Some of them couldn't even live a stable life in their area. As long as he told them about the "tribal dream" and promised some benefits, they could basically be won.

"There is no time to lose. I will set off immediately after I am ready." Thanks to his status as an ascender, he could use spells to quickly travel between the territories of various clans. Otherwise, he really didn't dare to say that he would run back and forth across the world.

"That's all?" Grommash was a little surprised, but he also understood Nergo's thoughts, "Okay, I will arrange for someone to prepare your luggage now."

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Before leaving, Nergo did not forget to remind Grommash.

"Many orcs are too warlike, and our clan also loves duels. Chief, you still have to handle the relationship between them well during this period." When Nergo said this, he happened to look at the two war flags. Orcs are dueling.

"We can't let the soldiers die in vain at the hands of their own race." Nergo sighed. At this moment, one of the two orcs dueling had his neck cut open by the orc's sharp knife, and blood spurted out from it.

"Go and call that priest boy!" Grommash just glanced at him, and an orc priest ran over as he called loudly.

Wait, Orc Priest?

Perhaps seeing his confusion, Grommash explained: "Perhaps you have forgotten that some of the orcs who went to Shattrath chose to understand their faith in the Holy Light."

Grommash watched the priest cast a spell, and a radiance of holy light magic shone on his wound.

Under the power of magic, the blood flowing out of the Warsong Orc's neck flows back to the body, the broken blood vessels rejoin, and even the torn flesh grows again.

It’s so outrageous.

"These orcs feel that these holy lights allow them to understand their ancestors in ways other than shamanism." Grommash pointed at the orcs who cast spells and said: "For example, he said that he heard his grandmother while sleeping a few days ago. Give him a dream."

"I have to say that these spells are really useful, so before the tribe fights against the enemy, no orcs will die from fighting among themselves." Grommash added: "Unless there are traitors who surrender to the devil."

Well, it seems that Qian Deshi has really learned their core skills.

But as long as they don't say that the peons of Grommash'er are better off than the Archbishop of Shattrath, then he can believe in the Holy Light.

In short, Nelgo took the bag prepared for him by Grommash, rode a warg and left the Warsong Clan's station.

He embarks on an unknown journey again.