Chapter 79 What Are the Orcs Doing? Orcs Are Studying Ogres!

"Are you so confident?" Sylvanas raised her eyebrows.

Who is Gul'dan's master? That's the Burning Legion, an organized and dynamic group that has destroyed countless worlds.

From the Titan Pantheon to ordinary planets, who hasn't been harmed by them?

Of course, for Sylvanas, the deepest impression of the Legion is undoubtedly Archimonde the Defiler.

He destroyed Dalaran alone (magic), relying on a spell, and went to Kalimdor in person, almost crushing the world tree of the night elves.

"To be honest, I don't have much confidence." Nergo was also blunt. He had to fight for his life to fight Gul'dan, who had just become a warlock. If he said that he could kill the Legion, he was lying.

"It's really honest, which makes people feel uncomfortable." Sylvanas supported her cheek with one hand and looked at him and said.

"Since you don't have confidence, why do you dare to take them as prey?" Sylvanas asked curiously.

"What else? Watching the tribesmen serve as dogs for them?" Nergo sneered. Dogs are good things, and he likes them, but he can't be the dog.

He can raise dogs and train dogs, but he can't be a dog.

"Even if I lose, I'll just die." Nergo said casually.

It's a blessing to live for more than ten years. What else can he choose? If there is a chance that his soul is not taken away by the Legion after death, he can enter the Shadow Realm. At that time, death will be just a new beginning for him.

"Then you are not afraid?" Sylvanas was very curious. She met many warriors who thought they were brave. Each of them had vowed that they were not afraid of death, could face everything calmly, and were not afraid of anything. But when they really came to that time, they didn't even dare to die the simplest death.

She was very curious, was Nergo really not afraid?

"I am afraid, who can not be afraid of death? Let's talk about you. If you are really dying, will you still hope to survive and enjoy the warmth of the world?" Nergo asked back.

Who wants to be a skeleton when they can be human? Drinking water will spill all over the floor, and meat will taste bland.

Sylvanas hesitated for a moment, but still nodded. After death, she also thought that if she successfully resisted Arthas's attack and was still alive, her family and friends would not look at her like that.

"Look, you are afraid too, right?" Nergo smiled, "I am just a mortal. I like to arrogantly enjoy the cheers of others and greedily want to take away everything I want. Naturally, I am also afraid of death."

He said, "But I am more afraid of dying in obscurity in an unknown corner."

That would only mean that he was a waste, a waste that didn't matter whether he traveled through time or not.

"Compared to this, dying as a hero is not so difficult to accept." He laughed when he said this. If he was not a Warsong orc, a Blood Ring orc, he might choose to kill Kilrogg and use one eye to see the scene before his death.

Will he become a hero?

Sylvanas nodded thoughtfully and said nothing.

"Okay, I'll take a bath first, how about I start the class?" Nergo asked.

Because the orcs didn't have a bathhouse technology tree, except for him, Durotan, and Orgrim, no orcs in the orc clan had ever taken a bath. At most, they just played with water, so most orcs had an indescribable, refreshing, and unforgettable smell.

"Sooner or later, every village in Draenor will have a bathhouse." Nergo muttered.

I've learned so much from Rome, so I don't need a bathhouse. Besides, taking more baths is good for the body, at least it won't make it stink.

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Lingfang, as the most capable saber-tooth tiger man in the entire Blademaw tribe, is also their well-deserved leader.

In an environment where apprentices who can know two spells in the entire tribe are top spellcasters and can show their prowess in hunting, Lingfang has learned four spells unprecedentedly!

What is the concept? This is like a college student from a technical school, and a postdoctoral student from a driving school. It's really a series of P by an old god, which is quite extraordinary.

Originally, the Bladethroat tribe on this day should be the same as the previous Bladethroat tribe, eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating, and going hunting and robbing when there is no food. Anyway, what stands out about them is that they are poor but arrogant. Except for the ogre slave-hunting team catching slaves, generally no one is willing to pay attention to them.

The same is true for Lingfang. He hid in the cave dedicated to the chief and yawned lazily.

The days were so peaceful that the big cat didn't feel any pressure from life. Except for the news reported by the Saber-fang tiger people below a few days ago about their attack on the Draenei caravan, he was a little interested.

Of course, this is not an arena, and there is no Yrel in the Draenei caravan. Lingfang has no idea about those Draenei.

Just attack if you want to. If you really get something, try it next time. If there is money to be made, it will become a normal thing in the future.

It doesn't matter if a few of his cubs died. Anyway, these Saberfang tigers are more fertile than one another, and the next batch will be more obedient.

Lingya is still as stable as a rock.

But at this time, his scouts came and reported to him a very bad news. A group of Warsong orcs and their laborers have set up a camp not far from the Maw of Saberfang.

Lingya can no longer sit still.

What is the Warsong clan? They are the notorious nomadic leaders in Draenor. Even Highmaul doesn't want to provoke them anymore. Now they have set up a camp here. What are they going to do?

Lingya felt that something was not going well.

There was no telling when the orcs would come in and yell lok-tar into his head.

Dispatch scouts, strengthen patrols, and urgently train tribal soldiers...

Lingya ordered every method he could think of.

But it was of no use.

The dispatched scouts could only give vague information.

The patrolling saber-tooth tigers were still unorganized.

Training tribal soldiers? If they could be trained to understand that easily, this wouldn't be the case.

In this team composed of Adou and rotten wood and mud, Lingya could be said to be very nervous.

But at this time, the orcs who made Lingya nervous did not make any move.

In the camps and caves, some orcs took out strong wine and dried meat and feasted on it. Some orcs were imagining the good life they could see in the future. Some orcs were hoping that the shamans' spells could cure the red natural disaster so that their lives would be restored. The family is safe and sound.

And what about their commander? Nergo is currently studying ogres!

As for the Saber-tooth Khajiit, they have long been part of Grobler Castle in his heart, and he even has an idea of ​​where to build the reserve.