"You've been a chief for so long after all, so you don't have any experience or anything?"

In the iconic Chieftain's Hall in Blackrock Tower, the four braziers set up in the corners are still burning. These are standard equipment for orcs, and the greenskins actually hate the cold.

Of course, except for the Frostwolf Orcs.

In the closed hall, Black sat on Red's chief's throne with a headache on his face, while Chief Red controlled his fat body with a low eyebrow and poured wine for the captain himself.

Looking at the joyful expression on his face, it was as if Blake had come and all the headaches that had caused him could be solved.

This open attitude makes the pirate very uncomfortable.

He used to take advantage of others, so why did he come to Red's place as if he was working for this extremely tired chief?

"Look what you said, Captain, I am also a human being, how can I not have any experience at all?"

Red didn't care about Black's attitude. He poured the wine and said:

"I have maintained a good relationship with the Dark Iron dwarves. Thanks to my efforts, the legions of the Kingdom of Stormwind in Redridge Mountains did not march into the Burning Plains, and the Bronzebeard dwarves stopped in the desolate land.

I really can't be as aggressive as Orgrim, but I can maintain my success.

This is what you taught me.

See how well I studied?"

"Yeah, I did learn well."

Blake was speechless and glanced at Red's room behind the chief's hall. Although the door was closed, he could still feel that there were two female orcs cleaning the room.

Moreover, there seemed to be new life gestating in the bellies of the two female orcs.

It seems that Red, the great chief, is really busy.

While dealing with major tribal affairs, we must also strengthen the bloodline inheritance of the Blackhand family. No wonder Maimu has been saying that his brother is working hard after returning from visiting relatives in Blackstone Mountain some time ago.

After a long time of fussing, is it actually so "hard work"?

"Brothers Drek'Thar and Saurfang haven't overthrown you from the throne of warchief. This is really a strange thing. How can they tolerate you, who is greedy for money and lust, and has no dignity at all? Asshole?

Please teach me this green-skinned wisdom. I also want to imitate you and become a hands-off shopkeeper. I don’t have to worry about anything.

Things will be done naturally.

It’s simply great.”

The pirate picked up the wine glass and asked Red.

The warchief also picked up his overly large wine glass, which was made from the skull of a Dark Iron dwarf. After clinking glasses with Black, he downed the ice-cold wine in one gulp.

After moaning happily, he wiped his mouth, then rubbed his chin and said:

"Maybe it's because I am the only one who can feed the orcs of the orthodox tribe? Only I have enough money to pay the soldiers, and only I have the means to buy enough weapons and armor from the Dark Iron dwarves and goblins?

The commercial trade and grain sales of the entire orthodox tribe are in my hands, and grain cannot be grown in the Burning Plains.

Without me, they would be hungry.

In order to fill their stomachs, no matter how unwilling they are, they can only choose the traditional method of "borrowing food".

But when everyone has enough to eat, no one wants to fight.

If a leader can't even keep his soldiers fed, then why should the soldiers overthrow an 'incompetent man' who allows them to eat meat twice a week and drink wine every day?"

Red laughed, spread his hands, and said to Blake:

"Captain, these are all things you taught me last time, and I have always kept them in mind. But now the situation has developed beyond my control, and Delano cannot ignore it.

After all, I have always told my soldiers that the orthodox tribes do not care about Azeroth. Sooner or later, we must return to our hometown with dignity.

Even the peons of the orthodox tribe have learned this by heart. If I choose to turn a blind eye to Draenor's request for help at this time, then the soldiers will doubt my leadership.

The brothers Drek'Thar and Saurfang couldn't come up with a good solution. Eitrigg told me that no matter what the cost, if you want to maintain the unity of the orthodox tribe, you must grit your teeth and fight it.

I also have a headache."

The great chief panted, pulled over a chair, and put his "burly" body on the small chair, making the wooden chair make an overwhelmed sound. He sighed and said:

"My family knows their own affairs. Although the orthodox tribe seems to be strong now, it is just a showpiece. The shamans have worked very hard, but the impact of the demon blood has not been eliminated until now.

We have only been able to get enough food in the past few months, and population reproduction is not that easy. The ratio of men to women in the orthodox tribe is an exaggerated 12:1!

Those well-fed and energetic bastards have to fight jealously over women every day. It gives me a headache!

My tribe has only just recovered a little bit of its strength, and we simply cannot support the bottomless pit of Draenor.

Fortunately, Ner'zhul also knew the situation on my side, so he only wanted food and supplies and did not ask for soldiers. This time it was Eitrigg's suggestion to capture the ogres and send them back.

My warlord feels that even if we make gestures, we must do enough.

Facts have proved that Eitrigg does have two tricks. After the news spread, the warriors in the tribe actively participated. They also wanted to do something for their hometown. "

"But how many ogres are there?

Blake shook his head and said:

"If you capture all the ogres from these three areas, even the Redridge Mountains and Dusk Forest, you won't be able to assemble a legion. Such a small number of people will not even make a splash in Draenor, where demons are fully invading."

"Who says it isn't?"

Reid also looked confused and said:

"I started buying slaves from the Dark Iron Dwarves, but those bastards actually took advantage of the situation and raised the price...

Hey, it sounds strange. How can I say that the Dark Iron Dwarves have been performing very poorly in recent times?

It’s different than before.”

The great chief grabbed his own braid, which was not dignified, and said to his captain in a doubtful tone:

"Their emperor no longer refuses to trade with us, and the armor and weapons that he originally refused to sell have begun to be sold. Although the price is higher, we can still tolerate it.

After all, the dwarves' goods are famous for their high quality.

But when they started selling weapons, they also weakened the slave trade. The black iron untouchables were originally ignored, but now it is said that their emperor has also begun to give the untouchables a way to go, allowing them to form an army and so on. All of a sudden, they are allowed to

Black Iron's army doubled in size.

Moreover, in order to obtain their identity, those untouchables fought extremely bravely. Not long ago, they quickly defeated a group of ogres who were trying to seize the mine with them. This victory gave that bastard Thaurissan more confidence to speak.

I don't think this is something Thaurissan's burned-out stone head could come up with.

Captain, I now doubt that the Dark Iron dwarves have found very powerful think tanks for themselves just like me."

"Well, Thaurissan didn't just find a think tank for himself."

Blake grinned and said mysteriously:

"It seems that the news of Emperor Kurogane's wedding will be coming soon. Remember to send gifts when the time comes. According to their current situation, the hostility between Kurogane and Kurogane will probably end soon.

Maybe they will take the initiative to request an alliance with you.

However, let’s not talk about the Dark Iron Dwarves for now. Let’s continue talking about Draenor. Ner’zhul is doing big things there. Although I don’t know the current situation very well, I guess that the elemental spirits of Draenor have been released.

?”

"not yet."

Reid lowered his voice and whispered:

"Ner'zhul sent me a letter, saying that he planned to set up a trap to release the elemental spirits and defeat the demons invading Shadowmoon Valley at once.

Brother Saurfang brought the Kor'kron Guards back to Draenor this time to cooperate with his operations."

"Is that so?"

Blake frowned slightly and said:

"This is very risky. If the Fire King Lukenson is reversely controlled by the devil, Shadowmoon Valley will be doomed. This old guy is really a sign of going crazy."

"I don't know what he is doing, but Drek'Thar said it was a 'great sacrifice'. The group of shamans are always mysterious and unwilling to say more when talking about this issue. It's really disappointing.

Hate."

Red snorted in displeasure.

He looked at Blake again and talked about the topic just now, but this time, Red was much more cautious. He whispered his true thoughts:

"Captain, I've been wondering if I can use your connections to open up the large and small orc shelters on the eastern continent."

"Um?"

Black looked at Red in surprise, he felt that this was not an idea Red could have come up with.

He asked:

"What are you going to do?"

"My compatriots are only staying with humans as criminals. I also know that Gilneas has been in trouble with other kingdoms because of the huge cost of maintaining the asylum.

Reid blinked and said:

"Those orcs suffering from demonic blood can't work, and they have to be raised by humans for nothing. Why bother? Release them all, I will accept them in the name of the orthodox tribe, and then send them all back to Draenor.

I know that humans will definitely not trust my guarantee, so I need someone who can speak to all the major forces in various kingdoms to guarantee me.
To be continued...