"Chief Red is really a good drinker. I was pulled by him and initially said we would have a drink after we haven't seen each other for a long time. But when he took out two barrels of wine, I knew something was wrong.

But it was too late for me to refuse at that time, because he had so many different ways of persuading people to drink that it was hard to guard against him."

Two days later, on the road from Hellfire Peninsula to Shadowmoon Valley via the hills of Talador, the young orc Thrall, riding on the saddle of a snow-white frost wolf, looked haggard and rubbed his forehead.

Even though he had been relieved for two days, he still had the bad feeling of being hungover, so he complained to Alsace, who was riding a horse next to him:

"These old orcs are so cunning. I feel like no fish in the water can drink them. I don't know what ingredients were added to the wine. After drinking it, my head hurts when I wake up.

It's like having a drunken fight with a clefthoof cow. Have you ever felt like that?"

"Uh, no."

Arthas curled his lips and looked around vigilantly, guarding against the arakkoa robbers who might rush out, and whispered to Thrall:

"You know me, I was a paladin apprentice before, and I was strictly prohibited from drinking alcohol until I reached adulthood. I still drank a few glasses of strong wine before participating in the Sword Master Trial of the Burning Blade Clan. The taste was terrible.

However, your War Chief Red is so fat. I saw him take off from Hellfire Citadel on a wyvern before. As a result, the wyvern domesticated by the Mok'Nassar clan was unable to fly.

It's like a crow carrying a pig. Well, I don't mean anything else, but he really doesn't have the size of an orc warrior."

"If you spend a year or two living and drinking every day, you will have the same body shape."

Sal complained:

"I stayed in Blackrock Spire for a while. At that time, the tribal warriors under Warchief Redd had a difficult time, but at that time he was already addicted to alcohol.

Now I heard that they finally have enough food to eat, and the life of the great chief must be a change of enjoyment.

He's really bad in every way.

I heard that this is because of the habits he developed as a pirate for a period of time, which can be called all five poisons. But I also have to admit that Chief Red is really good at material management and diplomacy, and he is also good at doing business.

Good player.

He was able to support so many orcs in Blackstone Mountain all because of his skill in dancing.

Elder Drek'Thar also told me that War Chief Red should not be underestimated. He said that a war chief who can make the orcs eat well and drink wine is the most qualified war chief.

The orcs, who are already disgusted with war, would not think of overthrowing such a leader."

The young orc sighed and said to Arthas;

"You are a prince who has experienced the orc war. You should know that during the time of Warchief Orgrim, the orcs relied on plundering to survive.

I often even have the idea that if it had been Red who became the first warchief instead of his father Blackhand, maybe we orcs wouldn't have to invade Azeroth."

"Then you are thinking wrong."

Alsace scoffed at this naïveté, saying:

"The secret agent leader of the Kingdom of Storms, Mr. Shore, once told me that Red was able to gain a foothold in Blackstone Mountain in large part because of the secret help of the undead pirates.

His personal ability is not the main factor.

I traveled in Draenor and heard stories about the old tribe. Rather than saying that the first warchief was Blackhand, it was better to say that he was just Gul'dan's puppet.

If a guy like Red had become the warchief at that time, he might have been secretly killed by Gul'dan.

Orgrim, such a brave and cunning guy, didn’t he choose to lie dormant and wait for the opportunity in that situation? "

"That's what you said."

Thrall nodded and acknowledged Alsace's statement.

But soon they had no time to chat, and each was called by their respective commanders to help organize military affairs.

The draenei invited the Azeroth Expeditionary Force to go to Shadowmoon Valley to support the front there, so the legions of Hellfire Citadel were almost in full force.

The Centaur mercenaries and Kor'kron Guards were at the front, while the Human Iron Horse Brotherhood and Paladins were at the rear. They were separated by the death knights of the Black Crow Chapter to prevent further conflicts between the two sides.

Just during the two days they were stationed in Hellfire Citadel, the humans and orcs almost lost their minds.

Most of the Iron Horse Brotherhood are veterans who have participated in the Orc War and are die-hard loyalists of Marshal Lothar. Their strength cannot be overstated.

The Kor'kron Guards on the orc side are also elite warriors dedicated to protecting the warchief. They are currently the most powerful group of veteran swordsmen in the orthodox tribe of Blackstone Mountain.

Even if they fight with bare hands and no weapons, it will be a very scary scene once they start fighting.

Even though Grand Knight Turalyon and Warlord Brox repeatedly asked their subordinates not to fight privately, they couldn't resist the fact that the veterans of both sides almost started fighting when they met due to their old grudges.

As a result, in just two days, the Black Crow Chapter gained nearly twenty "new recruits".

Lord Ravencrest was probably the only person who benefited from these conflicts. Regardless of whether they were human veterans or orc veterans, as long as they were killed, he would accept them all.

These battle-experienced bastards are very determined to fight, so they only need a little infusion of death aura to become extremely qualified death knight elites.

This resulted in the Elf Death Knights guarding Hellfire Citadel basically turning a blind eye during the private fight between the Brotherhood of the Iron Horse and Kor'kron.

There are even some cunning Sarain elves who are secretly setting fire to the enemy so that they can fight harder and add "fresh blood" to the battle group.

This is also the reason why the three forces decided to set off for Shadowmoon Valley immediately after two days of rest.

It can't be delayed any longer!

If humans and orcs continue to stay in Hellfire Citadel, a large-scale fight will break out between them before the demons come to kill them.

In the center of this long march, among a group of elven death knights riding ghost night sabers, there were several very conspicuous black carriages, all being pulled forward by violent hell horses.

Seated in these carriages were spellcasters from various forces. From front to back were the Quel'dorei elves, Dalaran mages, and the druids of the Cenarion Expedition.

The last car is special, it has the emblem of the immortal pirate on it.

"Really, what's the rush? I'm just waiting to have fun."

Black, the stinky pirate who was sitting in the carriage, was biting an apple and complained unhappily to Maiev opposite him:

"I have found out that the Iron Horse Brotherhood is secretly working together to set fire to the orcs' camp tonight and burn all the greenskins to death. There are also some radicals on Kor'kron who have the same idea.

Tonight, an amazing battle will definitely break out, and I'm secretly starting a bet to predict who will win.

As a result, these bastards ordered the march before the conflict broke out. Well, my expectations were really wasted. Look, Lord Ravencrest was also very disappointed.

As far as I know, the death knights have secretly prepared several suture rooms. They must have heard the news and are gearing up to recruit a new batch of recruits.

The result is now complete.

There’s no fun to watch and people are very angry!”

"Captain, you have the wrong idea!"

Zhou Zhuo, a traveler who stayed up late last night to sort out his thesis, immediately rubbed his eyes and corrected himself after hearing Blake's words about fearing that the world would be in chaos:

"Everyone is here for the great cause of fighting against demons. In this world full of crises, we should cooperate sincerely. If everyone only remembers personal grudges, then there will be no need to fight this battle."

"Well said, you great Gungun with a peaceful heart."

The pirate gave Zhou Zhuo a thumbs up and said in a longer voice:

"Then you go tell them these truths and see if those red-eyed humans and orcs will listen? It's not like you don't know the grudges between the two races.

It's been less than two years since the Orc War ended.

Hatred and all that is still hot."

"They will unite."

Maiev, who was piled on the sofa on the other side of the carriage, shook her head and said:

"When they entered Draenor, the demonic forces were shrinking, and they didn't realize what kind of opponent they were facing.

In Shadowmoon Valley, a place full of demons, their failure to cooperate would lead to death, and the hatred being promoted now was meaningless in that situation.

It’s not even a question of whether they want it or not.”

"I hope so."

Blake snorted and spoke lazily.

He looked out of the car window and could see Alsace riding a horse back and forth to deliver news to both armies. This little prince who admired Marshal Lothar very much had just been appointed as the battle captain of the Iron Horse Brotherhood.

He is excited now.

On top of the military formation, there are also Draenei spirit dragon knights who have turned into Storm Crow druids to scout around. This marching route is not safe. Talador is now full of demon casting camps.

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Moreover, the Shadowmoon orcs commanded by Ner'zhul are currently entrenched in the mountainous area bordering Shadowmoon Valley and the Arak Peaks, which is the territory of the fallen arakkoa. Demons are hateful, but those fallen arakkoa who use dark magic are also nothing.

nice one.

"Captain, please don't mind if I ask you something personal."

Zhou Zhuo suddenly whispered something.

Blake, who was closing his eyes after eating the apple, raised his eyebrows and said:

"Ask if you have anything. You're not an outsider, but I won't answer anything you shouldn't know."

"I just asked casually."

The panda laughed and whispered:

"What is your relationship with the Black Crow Archdruid? Yesterday, when I was sketching landscapes on the high platform of Hellfire Fortress, I accidentally saw her lingering in front of your room for a long time, but in the end she didn't knock on the door.
To be continued...