Chapter 161 Draenor "Succubus"

The few people who appeared in front of the tribal army were somewhat embarrassed. Fenris was scratched by the spear of the original ancestral beast, and Kael's body was stained with mud. Blackhand's face, which was not white, was even more dirty with dust.

Although they did not look bright and beautiful, and their armor was damaged and dented.

But no orc would despise them, because behind them came a head that was bigger than a catapult and bigger than a house.

The huge and hideous head made it reveal unspeakable horror even if it was dead.

Kael's teeth clenched, and he threw the iron chain that dragged the huge head, and actually threw it into the air. Then there was a loud bang, and the hideous head fell on an open space, allowing people to see more carefully and clearly what the head of the original ancestral beast looked like.

Sharp fangs, fierce eyes, and hideous face, this terrifying monster made the tribal warriors realize what kind of terrifying monster their chieftain was fighting with.

People realized their bravery and valor. The army began to go from silence at first to scattered cheers, and finally to thunderous cheers and applause.

"Long live the chief!"

"Congratulations, Kargath." Grommash congratulated in front of everyone, "Your bravery has won a new piece of land for your clan."

"Starting from your feet, all the land you can see belongs to the Broken Hand Clan."

He said, "This place belongs to you."

"It seems I am not out of date." Kargath, who was panting fiercely, dug out Janu's eyeball and played with it in his hands.

"You are the chief of the Broken Hand Clan and the strongest gladiator in the world." Blackhand walked up silently and patted his shoulder, "I will forge a new weapon for you when I go back, and I guarantee that you will not fall behind."

"Then I want good materials."

"Made from Blackrock Ore." Blackhand curled his lips, "Absolutely top-quality materials."

This is the ore evolved from the body of the ancestor, of course it is good material.

After the death of the giants, their bodies sank into the soil and formed black rock mines. They were really the bodies of the ancestors of the orcs.

Kalgath looked back at him and caught a glimpse of an orc with a wolf.

"Come here, soldier." Kalgath waved at him, and Rexxar came in response.

Kalgath introduced Grommash and others, "This is a half-orc. He is from the Mok'Nathal clan. He helped me a lot in my previous battles. He is a brave warrior. He told me that he wanted to join the tribe, so..."

"Let the half-orcs join the tribe?" Fenris frowned. Of course, he knew what the Mok'Nathal clan was. When they were slaves to the ogres, he had seen blood with them, but now...

He glanced at Mar'gok. Even the ogres joined the tribe.

Rexxar was a little nervous. Would they reject him because he was not a pure orc?

He was a little angry. They could accept ogres and orcs, but why couldn't half-orcs?

"What's wrong with half-orcs?" Nergo decided immediately, "From now on you are a member of the tribe, and if your clan is willing, they will be too."

Taking this opportunity, Nergo used magic to spread his words to the ears of the tribe's army, "I know some of you discriminate against half-orcs, hybrids, deformed, ugly... Many of you say things that are even more unpleasant than this. I didn't care before, and I can't control it, but from now on, what I want to say is that all orcs are our brothers, and half-orcs are our brothers with ill-fated fates." Nergo didn't say what the consequences of discriminating against half-orcs would be, but they knew without him saying it, the consequences would definitely not be very good.

Grommash snorted, "The Horde values ​​ability, not bloodline."

This was not only said to the members of the Horde, but also to Rexxar, "If it comes to bloodline, then one-third of us here are not worthy of joining the Horde, so don't worry about someone discriminating against your bloodline, you can fully display your abilities in the Horde."

Even Garrosh's orthodox Horde did not dare to say that except for the orcs, they were not worthy of joining the Horde. They used goblin engineers so easily that they even gave the goblins a chance to show their skills even if they didn't drink the water in Orgrimmar.

Even after traveling through time, they didn't forget to bring the goblins to force a wave of technology.

Rexxar straightened his back and saluted Grommash respectfully. As an orc, he said frankly like everyone else, "I will become a soldier of the Horde and realize my dream in the Horde."

"It's a pity that you can only be a soldier with your talent. How about being my follower?" Nergo said.

Not to mention that Rexxar was a future golden legend that made Nergo want to collect cards as soon as he saw him, just talk about his identity as the heir of the Mok'Nathal clan.

If he was thrown to the front line as an orc infantry, it would be a lot of fun if Rexxar died at this time.

"My dream is to rely on my own axe to work hard little by little." Rexxar rejected Nergo's kindness, "I thank you for your appreciation, but I lack the opportunity to realize my dream by your side."

"What dream do you want to realize?" Nergo was a little curious, it can't be to wander around the world with a bear, right?

"My dream is to make achievements and let everyone know Rexxar from Mok'Nathal."

At this time, Rexxar was not the beast king who had experienced the First World War and wandered to Kalimdor with Misha, nor was he the "warrior of the tribe" who had experienced many adventures in Azeroth.

At this moment, he is just a young orc who is just starting out and wants to make a contribution.

"It's a very good dream, but it's a bit too ordinary for you." While marching on the back of the wolf, Nergo said: "I can see that you are a warrior, and you also know that I am a prophet. ”

"What I want to say is that I have higher expectations for you. You should not be as ordinary as others, with only a few words of simple achievements." Nergo's words made Lexa a little confused, "I don't understand you. I mean, Your Majesty.”

"It doesn't matter." Nergo said with a gentle smile: "How is the current situation of your clan?"

"It's very bad." Rexxar said bluntly, "Hiding in the mountains, there is no stable food source, the soldiers do not have good weapons, and the tribesmen do not have warm coats."

"Then do you want to make their life better?" Nergo said: "When I persuaded other clans to join the tribe, some of the orc chiefs wanted to make contributions, so I invited him to join the tribe, because in the tribe there will never be any There will be a lack of opportunities to build merit.”

"Some orc chiefs hope to protect the world. They will only show their fangs when the world is in crisis, so I invited them to join the tribe, because the tribe was established to stop all enemies that harm the world."

"Some hope that they can enjoy the cheers themselves, and some hope that future generations will no longer be as poor as they are today. In the end, I invited them to join the tribe."

"So, why would you use your ax to strike the tribe's enemies? It is to achieve great achievements, but I think the greatest achievement is to make the lives of your own people better and make your clan stronger."

"Do you think being a warrior can change your clan? It won't change a bit. What else do they have besides having one more story to brag about about their clan?"

"But it's different with me. You can use your abilities to your heart's content and learn how to make the Moknasa clan strong and how to make other orcs' lives better."

"For example, weak babies will not be drowned. They can grow up safely and experience the beauty of the world. For example, soldiers will not have to fight to the death just for a mouthful of food to fill their stomachs..." Nergo described a thunder Visions that Ksar never imagined.

Rexxar's body was trembling a little, "You are right, Your Majesty, I joined the tribe just for..."

"Shh." Nergo made a silent gesture, "Don't be so impatient. Whether the tribe will bring the changes I mentioned to the world, to the orcs, and to your people still needs to be experienced by yourself. ”

"Don't have too high expectations, because we can't cover everything and satisfy everyone, and don't be too disappointed, because the changes brought about by the tribe are the result of the joint efforts of every member."

"I just want to ask you." Nergo said: "Will you be my follower and accompany me to turn the tribe into the utopia that everyone dreams of?"

In the end, Lexa firmly chose to follow Nergo as his follower.

Rexxar Youth is obtained.

"Sometimes I really wonder." Sylvanas complained: "Are you a demon from the Burning Legion in disguise?"

"Oh? Then what kind of devil do you think I am?" Nergo asked her with interest.

"Succubus." Sylvanas said firmly.

Sometimes, Sylvanas really felt that Nergo was the real succubus. From the draenei to the arakkoa, from the ogres to Mok'Natha, they had almost nothing to do with the orc tribe at this time. All the races on earth were drawn closer to the tribal camp by him.

But if you think so, it seems that she herself is like this...

"I just thought you were complimenting me." Nergo was not angry at all, it was just his own charisma.

He knows the plot and what the famous characters or forces in the plot need most. Through this, he can gain insight into their hearts.

Sometimes, this works better than a plug-in.