Volume 3: Tides of Darkness Chapter 200: Tribe's Expedition
Cursed Land - Tribal Camp.
After a period of operation and construction, with the Dark Portal as the center, the tribe's camp has completely covered this desolate land.
Magnificent fortresses rose from the ground. The orcs' architectural style has always been casual. Although their shapes are simple and their workmanship is rough, they have a unique rugged and wild aura.
The gathering of millions of orcs made the camp a huge and bustling base.
Ever since Orgrim gained a foothold at the Dark Portal, he has been sending out armies to launch attacks in all directions of this strange world.
On the one hand, this is a strategic necessity, but more often it is because there is no other way.
An army of one million may sound impressive, but only by leading such an army can one understand how terrifying the amount of supplies consumed every day to maintain such a large army is.
Fortunately, orcs are not picky eaters and can eat everything, otherwise we would never be able to feed these guys.
Not to mention that the orcs who drank the demon's blood are all violent and are looking for someone to fight all the time. With millions of orcs gathered together, the atmosphere is getting more and more tense day by day, especially those new orc adventurers. Their fighting ability is not very good, but their ability to stir up trouble is absolutely first-class. They look for "Makgora" every day. Even he, the chieftain, receives hundreds of challenges every day.
This made him extremely annoyed, but Mak'gora was the tribe's tradition and he couldn't refuse. Fortunately, these challengers were so weak that they could be defeated with just one hammer, otherwise he would have been exhausted.
Over the past few days, nearly a thousand orc adventurers have died under his hammer. I don't know what's going on in these orc adventurers' minds. They have no fear of death at all and keep rushing forward...
If we don't send these troops out to fight soon, I'll be so angry that I'll go crazy.
As the troops were sent out one after another, Orgrim breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the number of troops in the camp gradually dwindle.
However, the number of adventurers has not decreased, not only has it not decreased, but it has increased. However, he has gradually discovered the advantages of these adventurers. As long as they have something to do, they will not bother him all day long.
These orc adventurers were quite capable and were willing to take on any job, hunting and fishing, collecting food, fighting, building houses and moving bricks. As long as they were rewarded, they would be busy as hell. Anyway, they just couldn't rest, and they helped him solve many problems...
Therefore, no matter how much of a headache it was, he had to endure it.
Hellscream (Chieftain of the Warsong): "Great Chieftain, rest assured, I will kill all the humans in that land and conquer it for you. The warriors of the Warsong tribe are invincible."
Orgrim (Warchief of the Horde): "Then do it, Hellscream. Do not disappoint me."
Hellscream didn't waste any time. He climbed onto his war wolf, waved his bloody roar, and the wolf cavalry army set off in a mighty manner.
This army of wolf riders brought together one-third of the tribe's cavalry forces, including 12,000 wolf riders from the Warsong Clan, 13,000 wolf riders from the Blackrock Clan, and 5,000 Hellboar Riders from the newly joined Tyrant Clan. It was led by a young chieftain named Tyrant Ruthless.
Such a powerful force of 30,000 cavalrymen will definitely have no problem dealing with those human farmers in the western wilderness.
Orgrim is very confident about this.
He turned around and glanced at the orc adventurers behind him. It must be said that these orc adventurers were very useful. Although he didn't know how they did it, they undoubtedly brought the tribe a lot of information about this world, including the territory distribution of the 'Storm Kingdom' that the tribe was currently facing.
It was with this intelligence that he formulated his current plan of conquest.
Watching Hellscream leading the wolf cavalry army disappearing on the horizon, Orgrim looked at his good friend, the chieftain of the Frostwolf tribe - Durotan.
This was the last army he was going to send away today.
"Are you sure you don't want to conquer the world with me?"
Durotan looked solemn and nodded slightly. "You know I have never supported this war. Bloody killing cannot solve the problem. Look around you in Orgrim. The earth is dying. What happened in Draenor is repeating itself. If all you want to do is repeat what happened in the past, I can't spend it with you."
Orgrim sighed, "Of course I know the dangers of fel energy, but we must first solve the problem of survival." His eyes glanced at Gul'dan who was distributing demon blood to orc adventurers in the distance.
He lowered his voice and said, "When this is over, I will deal with Gul'dan and his warlocks. The events of Draenor will not happen again, but before that, he will still be useful. The enemy we are facing is very powerful. Perhaps other orcs cannot understand this, but I think you must understand it.
Every bit of strength must be harnessed.”
Durotan shook his head. "I'm afraid that when the day comes when you want to deal with them, you will find that it will be too late."
Orgrim snorted. "Forget it. We have discussed this topic many times. Let's not waste our breath. Where are you going to take your tribe?"
Durotan: "When my tribe's shaman and I were communicating with the spirits of this world, we felt the call of the elements. The elements of this world are very powerful, far more powerful than those of Draenor. An elemental lord responded to my request - the Frost King. It told me that in the far north, there is a place called Alterac Mountains. The mountains there are covered with snow all year round, which is very similar to the environment of Frostfire Ridge. In addition, the human forces there are very weak, and there are unowned lands everywhere. I plan to lead my tribe to settle there."
Orgrim nodded and said, "I wish you success, old friend. I can't help you much, but I can only give you the task of conquering the north. In name, you are going to the north to conquer the human kingdom there, so that other tribes in the tribe will not blame you for it. You can bring more supplies, as the journey will be very difficult."
Durotan thanked him sincerely: "Thank you, old friend. I hope we can meet again in the future." Durotan said, and he and Orgrim bumped fists together, leading tens of thousands of Frostwolf warriors towards the north.
"Dad, where are we going?" Young Gui'er asked curiously as he looked at the tribal camp getting farther and farther away.
Although he is only three years old, due to the catalysis of the evil power and the fact that orcs mature early, he looks like a ten-year-old human child.
"To a faraway place, to a new home." Durotan said lovingly to his son.
