Chapter 195 Orgrimmar in the Eastern Kingdoms

"For Stormwind, hold on, hold on!"

"Ah——"

"May the Holy Light bless you."

In Stormwind, the defenders were still resisting stubbornly, but it was of no avail. Archbishop Benedictus led the kingdom's priests to walk in the streets, healing the injured warriors with the power of Holy Light.

It was because of them that the dying soldiers were able to recover quickly and then fight.

But this could not change anything. With the continuous influx of orcs, the kingdom's warriors died faster than they could heal.

As the shadows approached silently, the Broken Hand orcs jumped out of the shadows one by one, looking at the panicked priests, they showed a ferocious smile.

They have been paying attention to these healers for a long time.

The priests were panicked, because on weekdays in Azeroth, the identity of priests was basically a golden medal of immunity from death. In some extreme cases, even trolls and gnolls would ask them for treatment.

But the Broken Hand orcs didn't care about that. As a clan newly joined the battlefield, they found that these healers were actually helping injured humans return to the battlefield, which was intolerable.

Next, there was no doubt that the massacre would happen. These priests were unarmed, and Archbishop Benedictus was also captured in the battle.

Without the priests' treatment, the morale of the remaining soldiers in Stormwind had completely collapsed. They fled in all directions, but basically ran to the port, but found that there was no ship in the port, and even the Gronn was destroying it.

So most of them chose to surrender in despair.

So far, Stormwind fell.

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"You did a good job." Nergo walked into the city, accompanied by Blackhand and Kilrogg.

"Before this, I never thought you could conquer the capital of the human kingdom so easily."

"Just a bunch of natives, how can they compare to the iron army of the tribe." Blackhand curled his lips. He didn't know what was worth caring about with these humans. They didn't train their soldiers diligently and didn't listen to good advice. Wasn't failure inevitable?

"That's right." Kilrogg nodded slightly. "My warriors haven't even played a role yet, and they have surrendered."

"Ha, with artillery and bombs, who needs you to go forward and fight for your lives." Blackhand grinned and laughed.

Kilrogg was a little depressed, "But I was not allowed to go to such a glorious thing as killing the human king, and no one even notified me."

Until just now, he learned from Blackhand that Orgrim used a tunnel to attack Stormwind Fortress.

"Oh? You killed their king?" Nergo was interested. Llane was dead, so what about Varian?

Indeed, Varian was a very attractive character to him in his previous life, and he was also a great High King to the Alliance.

But now he is a Horde, an orc, so Varian has become a potential threat.

"Yes, Orgrim did it." Blackhand puffed up his chest, "The human nobles are simply vulnerable. Every orc warrior can easily defeat three humans, and even their king was killed by the hammer of destruction."

"Then name this city Orgrimmar to honor Orgrim's actions. Then use this city as our base of operations in this world."

Nergo suddenly realized that he might have a bad taste, but isn't it interesting?

Just like renaming Constantinople to Costantiniya, or even more inappropriately Tsargrad.

Nergo asked Blackhand, "Where are the prisoners? Where are they imprisoned?"

"There is a big prison in Orgrimmar, and the important people among them are imprisoned there. As for the civilians." Blackhand shrugged, "I let them go home and stay well."

It must be said that Blackhand quickly adapted to the name change of Stormwind City to Orgrimmar. After all, he and Orgrim have been good brothers for many years. It is natural for him to be happy to see his brother being honored by the tribe.

Arriving at the prison in Stormwind City, Nergo looked at the human priest in front of him.

"You are the archbishop of the Cathedral of Light in Stormwind City, right?" Nergo has gradually learned the common language in these days, and this kind of conversation is no big problem for him.

Benedictus looked at Nergo, and it was hard to tell whether the look in his eyes was hatred or something else.

"I am Benedictus, the Archbishop of the Stormwind Church."

Nergo looked down at Benedictus, "I heard that you and your followers resisted the tribe in the previous battle?"

"We are the king's subjects and the priests of mankind. Facing you invaders, we will naturally fight to the end." Benedictus didn't say much, but from his attitude, it seemed that he had said everything.

"Okay, okay." Nergo praised Benedictus instead, "I like hard bones. If you kowtow, I will not spare you, but now you are like this, I am interested in you priests."

Benedictus no longer replied, he just sat there and prayed like other priests.

Pray? What's the use of praying? If praying was useful, he would not be the chief of the tribe now, but a pious saint sitting on Oshu'gun.

But Nergo also knew that Benedictus might not be so stubborn, and he only needed... the help of one person.

Nergal sent a message to Velen, informing him to quickly come to Stormwind Prison...now it should be called Orgrimmar Prison.

"There is a group of believers of the Holy Light here. I want to recruit him and let them join the tribe. Maybe you can convince them."

Nergo had no doubts about whether Velen could convince him. In the original plot, Benedictus was persuaded by Cho'gall to become a member of the Twilight Hammer. Now facing Velen, he didn't believe that Velen could not change his mind. .

Wait, Cho'gall, thinking of this, Nelgo suddenly realized that he didn't seem to have heard of the two-headed ogre's deeds. Maybe he was killed when Mal'gok was cleaning Highmaul? Or maybe it was solved when the tribe "purified" the white ghosts?

who cares.

Nergo left some last words.

"Wherever my army passes, we do not slaughter or loot. This is enough to prove that we are not invaders. I am a conqueror and a savior. I will not execute you and the rest of your priest followers, but I hope you can cooperate. Tribes, stop resisting us and help us appease humans so that they don’t panic. After all, what we want to take away is the land of the king and the nobles. What does this have to do with you? Does the disappearance of the nobles affect your prayers? Or does it mean that the king is dead? Will the Holy Light disappear?"

After saying that, Nergo turned and left. The next step was to see Velen. He had more important things to do, such as going to Karazhan and letting the demon possessing Medivh die.