Volume 3: Tides of Darkness Chapter 190 Orc Adventurer
One day later - Tribal fortress.
The war is over, the tribal army has completely occupied the Cursed Land and the surrounding Dark Swamp, and the main force of the army has all arrived in this new world.
At this moment, the tribal chiefs were discussing the battle situation and the next strategy.
From a distance, you can hear the laughter coming from the big tent.
Saurfang (High Warlord): "Hahahahaha, those Alliance scum are really vulnerable. They fled in panic before my great Horde warriors."
Kilrogg Deadeye (Chieftain of the Bleeding Hollow): "That's right. As long as we attack with all our strength, these humans will be vulnerable."
Grom Hellscream (Warsong Chieftain): "Did you see the battle I fought yesterday? I killed 200 Alliance soldiers and 20 Alliance heroes by myself."
Listening to the orc chieftains bragging, Orgrimmar Doomhammer was not as excited as his men.
Yesterday's battle was indeed a victory, but the tribe suffered huge losses. Nearly 100,000 soldiers fell on the way to the charge. The Alliance troops were not completely defeated. Although the wolf cavalry intercepted and killed several troops in the rear, King Llane was forced to retreat with 40,000 to 50,000 people. Now they have taken refuge in a fortified city, and the next battle will still be a tough one.
Moreover, the Black Dragon Legion did not join the tribe as previously agreed. Instead, it disappeared after a lot of burning and killing. It is really hard to figure out what these monsters are planning.
The only thing that made him feel relieved was those strange adventurers. The adventurers' performance was far from as the legend had said - endless and impossible to kill them all.
It seems that the orcs who escaped back were definitely looking for an excuse for their defeat, so they exaggerated the enemy's strength.
However, those adventurers were indeed quite powerful, especially their determination to never give up in actual combat, which made Orgrim very worried. If the enemies in this world were so difficult, then conquering Azeroth would become extremely difficult.
"Great Chief, you don't have to worry about those adventurers. We have our own adventurers." An orc chief suddenly said.
Orgrim was surprised. "What? How come I don't know? Tell me, what's going on with these orc adventurers?"
The orc chieftain explained: "When the fel disaster occurred before, many orcs left their tribes and went to other places in Draenor to find pure land that was not polluted by the fel energy. Each tribe sent many such people. Now that they know that the tribe is caught in a war, they have chosen to return and are willing to fight for the tribe.
This morning alone, tens of thousands of adventurers passed through the Dark Portal and arrived in this world."
What! Tens of thousands of adventurers, that's tens of thousands of troops, and I didn't even know about it.
He looked at Kargath Bladefist, who was in charge of guarding the Dark Portal, and said, "Kargath, do you know about this?"
Kagath was stunned. Of course, he couldn't say that he didn't know anything about it. "I think, uh, I heard about... such a thing."
"Humph, you didn't even report such a big commotion to me."
Hellscream suddenly spoke up, "Those adventurers are just a bunch of trash. They are not worth wasting our attention on. Only the warriors of my Warsong tribe are the real fighters."
Red also said: "Yes, those adventurers are very weak, just some 'fresh meat', without even any equipment, they just ran over naked with sticks, and they are undisciplined, causing trouble everywhere after they came, they are not fit to fight on the battlefield at all."
Orgrimmar shook his head. He felt that things were definitely not that simple. If things were really that bad, how could he have passed through the monster-ridden Hellfire Peninsula and crossed the Dark Portal to come to this strange world?
"Call two adventurers over here, let me see what these adventurers are like."
Soon, an orc with bare chest and wearing animal skin shorts was brought in. He was startled to see a group of orc chiefs holding a meeting, but immediately showed a surprised expression.
Shrek (Orc Warrior): "Oh my god, oh my god, the chief actually received me, awesome! "
What surprised Orgrimmar was that the orc named Shrek was only a little nervous for a short while, and then he immediately got used to the surrounding environment. He seemed to have a fearless quality and had no awe of anything. Facing a group of chiefs, he was not afraid at all, but very excited.
He first looked left and right, fumbled around in the big tent for a while, then gestured twice in the air with his hands, and then rushed directly towards Orgrimmar.
I stood next to Orgrim and took a photo, then took a few photos using the system's built-in camera function.
Shrek (Orc Warrior): "Hahaha, this is really something to brag about. Hey, this is what Doomhammer looks like. It looks very ordinary, not as cool as my Thrall at all."
Orgrimmar felt his forehead suddenly boiling with anger. He now understood why these chiefs disliked adventurers. This adventurer naturally gave people a feeling that he deserved a beating. The key was the look in his eyes when he looked at them, which was completely without any awe. An orc could be ignorant, but he could not be an idiot.
"Pull it out and chop it up!"
Immediately, two level 55 Ku'karon elite guards rushed in, picked up Shrek and dragged him out.
Shrek (Orc Warrior): "Fuck, you killed me for what I did. Fuck you, Orgrimmar. You are a tyrant and a tyrant. You are killing the good people."
"Stop! I changed my mind." Orgrim showed a cruel grin. Generally speaking, he would not deliberately pursue blood and violence, but now he felt that perhaps sometimes meaningless cruelty could also be a meaningful thing.
He walked up to the orc and looked at his uneasy expression.
"Don't waste it. Feed it to the wolves. After all, it's a piece of fresh meat."
Shrek (Orc Warrior): "Wow, no, no, no... Don't kill me, I have shed blood for the tribe, I have been wounded for the tribe!"
Another orc adventurer was brought in. This time he was not as stupid as the last one. He looked very calm. He did not have the hot-blooded and warlike feeling of an ordinary orc warrior who was always looking for a fight.
He glanced around the hall and bowed to Master Qiu.
This action made the chiefs frown. This kind of politeness felt a bit weird and reminded them of humans.
Orgrim (Chief of the Horde): "Are you an orc adventurer from Draenor?"
Poison Master Jia Xu (Orc Warlock): "Yes, Your Excellency the Great Chieftain, I have traveled thousands of miles to come here, hoping to serve the tribe."
Orgrim (Chief of the Horde): "So what do you think of this war, and what about those human armies?"
Poison Master Jia Xu (Orc Warlock): "This war will probably be protracted, so we are the new force that is needed. I believe adventurers are an indispensable part of the Horde's conquest strategy in Azeroth."
Orgrimmar heard the chiefs' disdainful sneers, and he also grinned, but did not laugh.
Orgrim (Chief of the Horde): "Oh, why do you say that? We have already defeated the human army. As long as we go north, we can conquer the world."
Poison Master Jia Xu (Orc Warlock): "As far as I know, there are seven human nations in the alliance. We are only facing one of them. In addition, there are dwarves, gnomes, elves and other forces. They are watching now, but once the war expands, they will join the battle. At that time, we will face enemies from the entire world."
"Our tribe has also gathered the power of the entire world!" Hellscream roared in dissatisfaction.
The orc adventurer in front of him shook his head and said, "This is different. The tribe has experienced a brutal civil war in the past ten years. The population has been severely reduced. The most fatal thing is that the tribe's production capacity has been completely destroyed. Now all tribes rely on plundering for a living. The big tribe plunders the small tribe. If this continues, they will be destroyed sooner or later. Isn't this why we came to this world?"
“Although we have a huge army, it is based on the principle of universal mobilization. In fact, it is a disposable army. Once the troops are exhausted, they will no longer be able to fight.
The Alliance's army is mainly composed of young men, and most of the population is still productive, so they can continuously produce resources and troops. As long as we cannot win quickly and continue to consume resources, our army will self-destruct within five years."
Orgrimmar was secretly shocked. He had already sensed the crisis within the tribe before. That was why he chose to open the door and fight even when facing the legendary terrifying adventurer.
Because if they don't launch an invasion, the tribe will destroy itself.
Not only is food becoming increasingly scarce, but the pollution from fel energy has also caused the orcs to violently seek war to vent their anger.
But I didn't expect someone to point out the tribe's problems so clearly.
Indeed, the tribe’s supplies were all obtained through plunder. Although we won a great victory yesterday, food alone will be a problem if we cannot continue to obtain resources. We can’t just learn from those ogres.
