"Fortunately, the captain prepared a plan in advance and could push everything to Bonsandy. This Black Dragon Prince is a little clever and really difficult to deal with."

In the Chief Hall of the Black Stone Tower, Red watched Nefarian and his attendants leave under the leadership of Neilru Fire Blade, and went to the high-rise of the Black Stone Tower to visit the hall "rented" from Red.

The chief really felt a cold sweat on what had just happened.

He curled his lips, carried the black-handed warhammer in front of him behind him, and winked at Sarufal next to him, signaling him to follow.

Two orcs entered the chief's room next to the hall. Red made himself a comfortable big bed and a dwarf-style big wine cabinet. These "luxury" enjoyments made Sarufal look despised.

Red Black Hand is indeed not a good warrior.

Less than half a year since he became the chief, he has begun to immerse himself in pleasure and neglect his exercise. There is actually an untied garbage pile on the edge of this room!

So lazy and burnout!

That's how his strength in this life ended.

But what made Sarufal even more contempt was that what Red said to the Black Dragon Prince just now was really embarrassing. This guy lost all the energy that an orc warrior should have.

It seems that my investigation is about to end, and the Black Stone Tower is not a long-term place to settle down.

"Nefalian is such a difficult guy. I guess he can't hide the words just now for too long.

This situation is no longer something I can handle with, but I am not a dull person.”

Red didn't care about Sarufal's thoughts. He took out paper and pen from the bedside and quickly wrote down something, as if he wanted to report a message to an important guy.

While writing, he said to Sarufal without raising his head:

"Hurry and run to the desolate land to bring back your Governor Brox and his elites to the front. Once Grom and the madmen of Kagas come, I can't hold on.

At that time, they will have to rely on Brox who can suppress them to take charge of the overall situation. These black dragons actually want to assassinate Losa. Don’t they know that Losa is protected by ‘that adult’?

This is really a desperate situation!”

"What did you say?"

Sarufar couldn't understand it anymore. The legendary warrior first looked around carefully. After confirming that there was no magic monitoring here, he asked in a low voice:

"Who did you say Losa is the one who is responsible for surveillance? Who has the qualification to cover the marshal of the alliance?"

"Ha, you really don't understand what you are, you poor man with power."

Red looked up at his elders and said sarcastically:

"Do you really think that Lothar won the victory in the burning plains by himself? Ridiculous! When I was in Zandala, I knew that the league would definitely win, but Orgrim would not necessarily die.

Let me tell you, poor Vallock, behind that decisive battle, there was a person you could not imagine secretly presided over. He could not affect the trend of the war, but he planned the survival of Lothar and Orgrim's death!

Lothar should have died here half a year ago.

His life is now rewarded by the 'that master' whom I have allegiance to him."

"The one you are loyal to...Bonsandy?"

Sarufal pronounced the troll name that was difficult to pronounce. This was the first time he heard of the name of the alien god of death, but his guess made Red laugh.

The chief clapped his legs and said:

"You really believe it? You are a simple-minded warrior. No wonder that the adult told me not to be afraid of the matter being exposed. This plan prepared in advance is enough to scare most people.

Oh, his dark wisdom is indeed as trustworthy as ever!”

"Are you lying to those black dragons?"

Sarufar looked at Red suspiciously, he was silent for a few seconds and said:

"Red Black Hand, in my memory, you were not so cunning in the past. What changed you? Or, who changed you?"

"People can change, Vallock. I did learn a lot of useful things during that trip, for example, I know that a good warrior is not necessarily a good chief."

Red quickly wrote the letter, stuck out his tongue and licked it on the envelope, sealed it, and threw it onto the small garbage dump in the corner of his room.

Sarufal felt dazzled.

The moment the letter was thrown away, it disappeared into the strange fog. Only then did it return to normal.

After Red sent the letter, he seemed to have solved all the troubles and problems. He opened the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of dwarf liquor, and in a chic manner, removed the bottle cap from the sharp thorn of the black-handed warhammer at hand, and took a sip in his mouth.

He stretched his waist again and lay on his luxurious big bed.

Amid the burning light of the brazier set up around, Red collapsed on his comfortable bed in a posture of lying in Ge You. He spread his hands and said to Sarufal in front of him:

"I will not try to win over you Orgrim's loyalty.

I know you look down on me, but it doesn’t matter. Although everyone has different goals, they can cooperate.

I will not interfere with you continuing to perform the orders of the dead Orgrim.

I will provide you with a safe place to live. Thanks to the Black Dragons for their great financial assistance, I can provide you with the best food and weapons.

And enjoyment.

I only have one requirement.”

Red reached out and waved his hand in front of him, then poured a mouthful of liquor into his mouth, he said:

"You must declare 'all-ethics' to me when I need it, don't care so much about this, it's just a name I use to intimidate the trash subordinates and other orcs.

Now the black dragon is here, I need your force to ensure that those black dragons are afraid of throwing their hands and dare not stretch their hands too long.

I won't really ask you to fight for me.

I know that I can't command you, and I won't have to work hard to pursue this kind of privilege. After my Flame Shaman and War Warlock training is completed, I will no longer need your fox and tiger power.

Take my words back to Governor Brox.

I have always admired his strength and loyalty.

I believe he will make a good choice for both of us.”

Valoc Sarufal was silent for a few seconds, and he admitted:

"We will not join the assassination of Lothar. He defeated the Chief in a one-on-one contest. This victory was not very good. The Chief also reminded us to avenge him before his death.

Facts have proved that even without Lothar, we are still no match for humans.

The era of being bewitched by demon blood has passed.

We are going to do something right for the orcs now.”

"Yeah?"

Red sneered without comment, and he rolled his eyes and said:

"I heard you don't eat delicious pork, why? Vallock, you should know that even in Draenor, pork is also a staple food for orcs."

This unrelated question left Vallock silent for a while, and he ultimately did not answer the question.

But Red said the answer in his heart:

"Because when the butcher slays the wild beast's screams remind you of the former massacre of Shatas, and the elderly, weak and weak women and children who died under your battle axe also let out such screams.

How many people did you kill after drinking the demon blood? Ten thousand? Twenty thousand? Hundred thousand? Can’t explain it clearly? Tell me, Waluoke, has a legendary warrior like you, a former cold-blooded butcher, also learned to repent?

Do I want you to find a Paladin and let him baptize you?"

"Click"

Sarufal held the battle axe's armor and made a muffled sound. Under the full-covered battle helmet, Vallock's blood-filled eyes stared at Red, and he said word by word:

"Don't do this! Red, you're looking for death!"

"Okay OK, I'm just parrotting."

Red raised his hands with no nerves, and he said with a little drunkenness:

"I just told you a few sarcasm that came with him when he told your story. I knew that the lord really predicted your mentality at this time.

I have no malice, Vallock, I have always respected powerful people.

I just want to tell you that as long as you and as long as we continue to stay in this world, we will not do anything ‘right’. This world will not forgive us.

The one we should pray for forgiveness is not Azeroth, but Drano!

Don't forget that we first destroyed our own world before we came here to destroy other people's world. OK, let's talk about serious business, I'm not interested in participating in the assassination of Losa, but the situation is already like this now.

If we don't do it, those black dragons and our violent arrogant chiefs who have not been taught by this world will unite first to kill us!

You and your brother may have fought Grom Hellscream.

But as long as I think about fighting the man holding blood roars, I will be scared to pee.

So no matter whether you want it or not, I must join this career.

I just ask you to bring a letter.

It doesn't matter if you don't want to. Just come and help me guard the Black Stone Tower, and don't think about usurping power or something. As long as you don't want to bow to the Black Dragon, you can only rely on me to maintain this mess.

Without me, Black Stone Tower will lose food in half a month.

In a month, you will be joined by a group of crazy-starved orcs to eat without any bones left."

Red waved the bottle of wine in his hand proudly, and he called a wine and said:
To be continued...