Volume 8: The Road to the Ancient Dragon Chapter 437: The Unconventional Tribe
Blackrock Mountains - Blackrock Spire -
The Blackhand brothers sat in the stands of the training ground, looking at the orc warriors who were training by fighting each other in the hall below, and nodded with satisfaction.
After months of tug-of-war with the Dark Iron Dwarves in Blackrock Spire, we have finally gained a foothold.
The biggest output of Blackrock Spire is the vast amount of Dark Iron Ore. By utilizing the metal ore here and the forging technology obtained from the Dark Iron Dwarves, the Blackrock Clan's equipment has been upgraded again. They are all equipped with heavy Dark Iron armor, strong weapons and sharp blades. They are no longer in the miserable situation of everyone holding an axe.
The heavy armored corps of the Blackrock Clan was finally rebuilt. Looking at the rows of tin cans on the training ground below, Red Blackhand felt proud. This was the foundation of the Blackhand family.
A Blackrock Guard ran over in a hurry, "Master Chief, the messenger from the Great Chief has arrived."
The Great Chieftain? The Ruthless Tyrant?
The two brothers looked at each other, both a little surprised.
Ever since the Overlord ruthlessly blocked the Dark Portal, there has been little communication between Draenor and Azeroth, and they have no idea what is happening in Draenor.
They didn't even know that the tribe had risen again.
I am somewhat curious about the return of Ruthless Blade to Azeroth.
"This is a letter from the Great Chief."
The two brothers took the letter and read it, and were immediately surprised.
The content of the letter was simple.
I, the ruthless tyrant, the great warchief of the tribe, inherited Orgrim's legacy and vowed to crush the Alliance and conquer Azeroth.
Now, the 500,000-strong army has been prepared. According to the strategy formulated by Orgrim back then, each major legion must send troops to the alliance in accordance with the agreement made that year to jointly build the great cause.
I am now waiting for you to lead your troops to join the alliance at the Dark Gate.
Maim Blackhand said, "Brother, are we going to the alliance?
Red Blackhand shook his head and said, "Blackrock Mountain is our home and our heritage. The Blackrock Clan has finally gained a foothold here. How can we give it up so easily?
Besides, the alliance is not that easy to defeat."
There is no way. It is because during the first two wars, Red Blackhand suffered psychological trauma from the Alliance.
The first time, my dad got hit directly.
The second bloody battle lasted for half a year, but was finally defeated.
The combat effectiveness of the Alliance soldiers is just so-so, but they have more heroes and lords, so the top combat effectiveness of the Horde is far behind.
Not only are they inferior to the opponent in numbers, but they are also not united enough. Everyone has their own little ideas. In the early stage, they can rely on the Seven Heroes of Draenor to gain an advantage.
Later, with Gul'dan's departure and Hellscream's disappearance, the Horde's strongest fighters died one after another, including Blackhand the Destroyer, the Saurfang brothers, Durotan, Orgrim, Kargath Bladefist... those powerful heroes died one after another.
Red Blackhand witnessed the cruelty of the war with his own eyes and really didn't want to continue to fight.
Calling the messenger, Rend Blackhand announced his decision, "Tell the Warchief that I would like to join him, but we have just gained a foothold in the Blackrock Mountains, and the Dark Iron Dwarves have been trying to retake this territory and constantly attacking from underground. Therefore, I must prepare for the war with the Dark Iron Dwarves, so I can't participate in the war.
But I am still willing to serve the Warchief. I will send an elite group of Dark Iron heavy infantry to join the tribe's army. I will also provide a batch of Dark Iron equipment to the warriors of the tribe, including Dark Iron dwarf blacksmiths."
The main force certainly cannot be sent, but it is still possible to send a small force to provide some equipment.
The messenger nodded and agreed without any further ado.
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Stranglethorn Vale - Blood God's Fortress -
"What? Ba Dao Wu Qing wants me to form an alliance with him and fight together?"
Kilrogg Deadeye sat on the chieftain's throne, sneering at the orc messenger in front of him.
"Tell the 'Great Chief' that we are currently being harassed by the trolls and we don't have the energy to help him fight. Besides, the Bleeding Hollow Clan has already withdrawn from the tribe, so you can go away."
But the messenger was not angry.
"Chief Kilrogg, my great chief said that we are all orcs, and we are all tribal brothers from Draenor. In this strange world, we should unite to survive. He certainly understands Chief Kilrogg's difficulties, so when I came, he said that the Blood God Legion does not need to send out a large army, just send some special troops as a token of appreciation.
As long as the face is acceptable, the Great Chief can let bygones be bygones, and if the Blood God Legion gets into trouble in the future, the tribe is willing to help."
Hmm? Kilrogg Deadeye couldn't help but feel a little confused. When Tyrant Blade inherited the position of Great Chieftain, he had voted against it.
Is Ba Dao Wu Qing so easy to talk to?
After thinking about it, sending only a small number of troops is not a big deal. It is better to maintain good relations with the tribe than to have more enemies.
"I can send fifty blood priests to join the tribe's army." Kilrogg said tentatively.
Fifty blood priests are really not enough for an Alliance adventure team to kill in a day.
However, when the messenger came, he had received instructions from Badao Wuqing, and there was no requirement for quantity.
"Yes, fifty Blood God priests are enough. I think the chieftain will be very satisfied."
…
Dragon Islands——
"Catch it, don't let it get away."
"Throw the cast net!"
"Get out of here, you green monsters. Tremble before the power of the dragon—Roar!"
The adult red dragon in front of them spewed out a breath of dragon fire. The Dragonthroat Hunters immediately and skillfully dodged the attack of the dragon's breath while continuously shooting out anchor chains and casting nets.
The red dragon angrily smashed an orc infantryman into a meat pie, and swept away an unlucky orc warrior with its tail.
These hateful green-skinned monsters actually dared to challenge the majesty of the dragon. This is really intolerable.
Just as it was thinking about how to destroy these orcs, an orc warlock wearing a dragon skin robe slowly walked towards the dragon, a magic crystal sparkling on the top of the staff in his hand.
The red dragon was stunned for a moment, and the next second, a huge pressure and restraining force came over.
The red dragon fell to the ground powerlessly, wailing in pain, its huge body having no power to resist.
"You despicable orc, what have you done?"
Nekros (Chief Dragonmaw): "Haha, it doesn't matter what I did. Soon it won't be something you need to worry about. Give up struggling, give up resistance. It's meaningless."
Looking at the huge dragon in front of him, Nikelus was not afraid at all. In the face of the power of the dragon soul, these dragons had no choice but to surrender.
He placed the staff against the dragon's forehead between its horns. The crystal on the staff flashed, and the dragon's eyes immediately became empty and lifeless, as if its soul had been taken away. The orc dragon trainer obediently put a collar and shackles on the dragon and hung it on the saddle.
This is the seventh dragon hunted today.
This Dragon Archipelago is truly a paradise for dragon hunting.
An orc dragon rider descended from the sky, with the green dragon under his crotch being unusually obedient.
The dragon knight walked quickly to Nekros and said, "Lord Nekros, the great chief has sent a messenger."
Five minutes later, Nikelus picked up the messenger, and he was met by a "consultant" together with him.
"What? The Warchief wants us to go to the Dark Gate for an alliance?"
Nikelus subconsciously turned around and looked at the black-skinned orc behind him.
The orc looked at him, and Nikelus's face was dull for a moment, then immediately returned to normal.
He said seriously: "The Dragonmaw Legion is carrying out an important operation. It is not convenient for them to join the battle at this time."
The messenger had been prepared for this: "The Great Chief said that this situation might happen. If so, please send some dragon riders to help. Any number is fine. The most important thing is to have dragon trainers."
Nikelus turned around and took another look. This action made the messenger wonder, who is that black-skinned orc and why is he so respected?
The black-skinned orc nodded slightly, and this time Nikelus finally agreed.
Nekros was much more generous than Kilrogg. After discussing with his "advisor", he decided to send 500 dragon warriors, as well as 100 baby dragons, 20 young dragons, and 10 adult dragons to help the tribe.
The consciousness of these dragons has been wiped out by the Dragon Soul, and they only have the instincts of wild beasts, which makes them very suitable for control.
In addition, a batch of dragon trainers and dragon eggs were also sent.
This amount of resources is nothing to the Dragonmaw Clan today. Through continuous hunting in the Dragon Islands, the Dragonmaw Clan now controls more than three thousand dragons of various kinds.
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Endless Sea——Abyssal Fleet——
The messenger jumped off the dragon and was immediately frightened by the orcs who came to greet him.
The other person had several eyeballs on his face, one of his arms had become deformed and thick, his brain was a little crooked, his mouth was full of fangs growing randomly, he was drooling, and he didn't look very smart.
Looking at the orcs around, almost all of them look like this.
There was something not right about the way he looked.
However, this messenger had seen many scenes. Orcs liked to use all kinds of weird methods to strengthen themselves, such as drinking demon blood, absorbing evil energy, cutting off a hand to press the blade, and digging out eyes to gain predictive ability. The scene before him was still within his tolerable range.
The messenger shouted, "I am the special envoy of the Great Chief, and I am here to see Master Ner'zhul on behalf of the tribe. Take me to see Master Ner'zhul immediately."
The tribe? The warchief?
These two words caused a commotion among the orcs. These Void Orcs were not mentally normal after their automatic transformation, but titles like tribe and warchief still evoked some of their memories.
Soon the messenger was brought before Ner'zhul.
Ner'zhul was standing at the bow, staring at the sea in front of him. He was shrouded in ominous void energy. Cracks appeared on the surface of his body, emitting a purple light that made people shudder.
"Master Ner'zhul, I have a letter from the Great Chieftain here, please take a look..."
Ner'zhul took the letter and squeezed it gently , and the letter turned into ashes under the power of the void.
"Tell me, what does Ba Dao Wu Qing want to do?"
"The Great Chief has gathered an army of 500,000 and is preparing to launch the third war. This time, the Alliance must be completely defeated. This was the plan set by Orgrim. Master Ner'zhul, I hope you can fulfill your promise."
"Orgrim is just an idiot. Ruthless Tyrant is even more of a waste. As for Blackhand the Destroyer, that guy is as ignorant as a wild boar. Those chieftains and generals in the tribe are all like this, or even worse. You guys still want to conquer the world? Hahahahahahaha, what a fantasy.
I have witnessed too many powerful enemies on this long journey. The tribe wants to conquer this world, but it is doomed to fail. Tell me, my messenger, why would I join a war that is doomed to fail? "
As Ner'zhul spoke, he couldn't help but think of the Storm Dragon King and the Divine Emperor, whom he had fought not long ago. Until now, he still didn't understand what was going on with those two guys.
I have mastered the power of the ancient gods, so there is no reason for me to fail.
Yes, it must be that this 'Pava' is not strong enough. As long as I dig out another ancient god and absorb it once more, I will be truly invincible.
"Master Ner'zhul, the Great Chieftain means that if you do not intend to join the war, then please send some troops to help the tribe. It doesn't need to be too many. The Great Chieftain means that a symbolic number will be enough."
“Haha, I won’t send even a single soldier to Ba Dao Wu Qing. Tribal wars are meaningless to me. Conquering cities, seizing territories, training soldiers… all of this is meaningless. Only strength, strength is everything.
Go back and tell Ba Dao Wu Qing that when I have enough power, I will go find him and make him understand how ridiculous his actions are. "
The messenger suddenly didn't know how to start. This was too disrespectful. If he went back and told this to the chief, he might become furious.
"Master Ner'zhul, you should write a letter for me to take back."
"Reply..."
Ner'zhul walked up to the orc and suddenly grabbed his neck. "This is my reply."
The power of the void was suddenly released and instantly injected into the body of the orc messenger. His body immediately deformed and he let out a painful roar from his mouth.
A void orc was born.
"Go, tell your chief everything."
Watching the messenger corrupted by the power of the void disappear into the sky on his wyvern.
Ner'zhul snorted coldly.
At this time, the navigator suddenly shouted, "Look, there is fog ahead!"
Gugaar came over in a hurry to ask for instructions: "Master Ner'zhul, the fog ahead has obscured the route. We should return."
"Don't worry, my ancient god's eyes can see through this fog and everything. Keep going, my loyal servant, we are about to reach our destination."
Ner'zhul's voice was calm but full of oppression. Gul'dan did not dare to disobey in the slightest. With a command, the huge fleet slowly sailed into the fog and disappeared without a trace.
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Not long after - Dark Gate Horde Camp -
Ba Dao Wu Qing (Horde Chieftain): "What? How dare that old bastard Ner'zhul say that about us? Are you kidding me, you orc scum."
Looking at the deformed orc in front of him who was corrupted by the void, Badao Wuqing was so angry that he cursed.
This is a naked demonstration. I'm giving you a way out but you won't even back down. Damn it, you're even worse than Kilrogg.
But Ner'zhul actually joined the Old Gods? This plot is a bit beyond expectations.
Don’t be angry, don’t be angry, four became three, which is not bad.
He had known for a long time that these legion leaders would not come to the alliance. The six legion commanders arranged by Orgrim were all ambitious people. None of them would submit to anyone else and none of them cared about the overall situation. Why did the tribe lose in the first place? Wasn't it because these idiots were unwilling to fight in the war?
As the saying goes, when the wolves are better than the dogs, once all the really capable orc heroes are dead, there will be nothing we can do.
This time when we fight the alliance, just think about it and you will know that it is impossible for them to come and be his younger brother.
What he really wanted to obtain was the power system, technological equipment, special arms and so on possessed by these legions.
Anyway, as long as the plot makes sense and as long as they are nominally under the jurisdiction of the tribe, then they can use the management system to develop military forces, professions, and technologies.
So far, the plan seems good.
New arms:
Dark Iron Orc Punisher - a heavy infantry with full attack and defense capabilities, first-class line resistance, the only drawback is that it is a bit slow.
Blood Priest - can cast a blood plague curse on the enemy and can grant a blood recovery buff to its own troops. A good auxiliary unit.
Orc Dragon Rider - A powerful air combat unit with three different versions. And thanks to a batch of dragon eggs, the tribe can now build their own dragon nests and train their own dragon riders.
New mounts:
Three-color dragons, red, blue, and green, were prepared by Tyrant Blade Wuqing as high-level reputation rewards. In the future, adventurers will have to fight for reputation. The dragon knights of the Dragonmaw Knights are now a ragtag army, but the strange thing is that there is no black dragon or bronze dragon, all are red, blue, and green dragons.
New equipment:
Dragon skin series, dragon scale series, purple quality, need to be purchased from the Dragonmaw Quartermaster with tribal reputation or above.
The Black Iron series is a blue-quality suit that is open to the public. It has two versions: plate and mail armor, and up to seventeen blue-quality weapons. Tribal adventurers with a respected reputation can purchase them at the Blackrock Quartermaster.
New technologies:
Dark Iron enchantment, contributed by Dark Iron Dwarf blacksmiths, can add additional Dark Iron armor pieces to equipment, increasing defense.
Dragon Blood Alchemy Potion, provided by the Dragonmaw Clan. Different colors can increase various attribute buffs, spell resistance and spell strength.
Blood Rage Drink, provided by the Blood God Legion, can increase the rage of warriors and enhance the rage effect. It is more effective when used with Fel Energy Drink.
Have someone take the messenger down to the shaman for treatment.
Little Saurfang came over again.
"Captain, when are we going to attack Nethergarde?"
"Nethergarde, why are you attacking Nethergarde?"
"That fortress is near the exit to the Cursed Land. If we don't capture Nethergarde Fort, our retreat will always be threatened."
Ba Dao was ruthless but smiled faintly.
"No, there is no need to attack Storm Kingdom head-on. I have another goal. Pass on my order. Except for the troops guarding the Dark Gate, everyone should head south."
Little Saurfang was a little surprised, "But the south is all sea?"
“I want to go to the sea.”
After arranging the marching route, Badao Wuqing returned to his tent and started packing his luggage.
"It is very dangerous to launch an attack by sea. The Alliance's navy is very powerful, especially the navy of Kuldras. Although your army is powerful, I noticed that you don't have a professional navy." A voice suddenly sounded behind him.
Badao Wuqing was startled and when he turned around, he saw a figure with a haggard face standing there.
He was overjoyed.
"Grom Hellscream, my old friend, you are finally here."
He went up to him and gave him a hug. Hellscream pushed Ba Dao Wu Qing away expressionlessly, "You haven't answered my question yet."
"Don't worry, everything has been arranged. We won't encounter any trouble on the sea route," Ba Dao Wu Qing said confidently, "If you don't believe me, you can just join me and witness with your own eyes how the tribe conquers the world in my hands.
Let us fight together, just like we did in the old days."
Grom Hellscream looked at Tyrant Blade and nodded with a complicated expression, "Well, then I'll wait and see. We'll go together - just like the old days."
