Three sentences made the orc tribe launch the Northern Expedition.
Ner'zhul is still alive.
The Lich King is in Northrend.
Ner'zhul is the Lich King, and the Lich King is Ner'zhul.
Watt~~~~~~Ze~~~~~~Faq~~~~~~
How dare it live?
How dare it continue to live?
The traitor must die immediately!
Although Gromsh Hellscream is a representative figure of the die-hard traditional orcs, he just returned to Orgrimmar and felt baffled by the current trend of the tribe.
To explain all this, we must start with a digression.
That is the ironclad proof that the alliance is orthodox in the tribe. Comrade Thrall, the chief of the tribe, is a spiritual alliance member, red and negative.
Although Sal's political background has always been that of a slave gladiator when he was growing up, his adoptive father was ambitious. However, according to the standards of a general, Sal was given a quality education to develop all-round development of moral, intellectual, physical, artistic and physical skills, starting from an individual soldier. Techniques and tactics to military organization building, from several ways of writing the word "hui" to postpartum care of sows.
During the days when young Thrall was studying in Durnholde, he actively and passively learned a lot of useful and useless knowledge.
While the other imprisoned orcs were feeling empty because of the happy education provided by the Alliance's wardens, Thrall was full of energy and enjoying the blessings every day.
Therefore, Thrall does not exclude warlocks.
Even while studying at Alterac Valley University, Thrall had already changed his profession and became a Frostwolf shaman with a certified degree.
It is not empty talk that spellcasters all hope to die together. Professional discrimination and factional strife are not a specialty of the Alliance, but the tribes also have it.
Because my tribe has its own national conditions, a master may not be able to lead a profession like shaman. The practice all depends on whether the individual can give the elemental spirit to PUA in place. There are big problems in production and quality control.
Therefore, the tribe's mage talent introduction plan has not been interrupted since the establishment of the Orgrimmar city construction project.
On the other side of the sea is the Alliance. The city-states are surrounded by either hegemons or bad neighbors. The number of new local spellcasters depends entirely on the quality of residents’ nightlife. The high-end mages ignore it. Under the policy of comprehensively benchmarking the alliance, Sal is standing out from the crowd. It is proposed to put the systematic education of shadow spellcasters, that is, warlocks, back on the agenda.
We dare to do what the night elves don't dare to do. We will do what the Alliance doesn't do. We will kill first and then license the ball. This is the Horde, do you understand?
Therefore, due to the hard work of the wise and mighty warchief Thrall for several years, the flower of shadow bloomed in Orgrimmar, and the warlock talent training plan bore fruitful fruits--the captured death knight confessed , the Lich King is Ner'zhul.
Wow, BIGNEW!
Although Thrall was keenly aware that there was a problem with this information, there were too many tribal executives who were reviewing the results. The non-orc leaders had a shallow understanding of national issues and had no idea what the words Ner'zhul meant to the orcs, so they banned it. The password is given, which means it is not given.
Orgrimmar is in trouble.
Gromesh Hellscream became addicted to fishing in Pandaria. It was not until the ship docked at the dock that he put away his fishing rod and returned to the living room to change clothes and prepare to land.
Orcs who don't know how to obey the collective will cannot survive in Draenor's dangerous natural environment.
So even though he knew Thrall was squeezing him out, Gromsh still obeyed orders and went to Pandaria to help his good brother Chen Stormstout.
Now that the good orcs have been rewarded, the Warsong clan and related beneficiaries who have had enough to eat and drink in Pandaria are surrounding the leading brother and returning to King's Landing. Ah, he is returning to Orgrimmar. Gromsh. Hellscream Seeing the guys in bright clothes and angry horses coming to greet them, my heart was filled with tranquility and peace.
I had lost my own child again and could no longer harm the other children of the orcs.
Gromsh, in his period of indolence, is so kind that it almost insults the word kind.
Even so, on the gravel road from the docks of Durotar to Orgrimmar, Gromsh, riding in the newly produced Hummer 4X4 open-top off-road vehicle from the Horde Military Factory, kept passing by the wargs/swifts approaching. The dragon/kodo/centaur taxi heard all kinds of exciting news.
The name Ner'zhul stimulated the nerves of the hard-line leader of the orcs again and again.
Conspiracies, there are conspiracies, there are big conspiracies that blatantly insult the intelligence of the orcs!
During the invasion of the Burning Legion, the tribe secretly captured several orc death knights for detention and torture.
But he has been imprisoned for several years, and he refuses to let go sooner or later. He is about to return from Pandaria with the expeditionary force. The tribe has just recuperated and improved a bit. The death knight who tortured and extorted confessions like taking a bath and rubbing mud has confessed?
Is this reasonable?
I'm afraid it's not in the Ganges River.
Moreover, is the intelligence real and credible?
Gromsh was skeptical.
Are warlocks really reliable?
Gromsh was also skeptical.
Will Gromsh become so addicted to it that he will go on an expedition to the north?
King Saurfang doesn't know.
Therefore, the gatekeepers of Orgrimmar could only stop old acquaintances at the post to drink tea and chat under the pretext of thoroughly investigating the invasion of alien creatures.
King Saurfang is for straight-tempered people, and he won't be able to make all those convoluted hints.
"You know, Ner'zhul is the Lich King."
"I heard about it, but I don't really believe it. It's too coincidental and too deliberate."
"It's true. The warlock used evil magic to pull out the death knight's soul and check the memory. Ner'zhul is really the Lich King."
"..."
The honest man's frank words immediately put Gromsh out of control.
Fortunately, King Saurfang did not forget the mission Thrall gave him.
"The warchief does not want to launch a massive Northern Expedition at this time. Pandaria has Lao Chen leading the way, and the pandaren provide logistical supplies, which is profitable. Northrend is an unfamiliar place, and even in Ner'zhul Before the Lich King became a hot topic, I had never heard of this place name. Gromsh, what do you think?"
Gromsh was very unhappy and directly shamed King Saurfang.
"You have all thought it out for me, do I need to use my own brain?"
Saying this, Gromesh Hellscream wore a battle armor, carried Gorehowler, hung the pony on Gorehowler, grabbed the fishing rod and fish basket with his free hand and went directly along the outer extension of the city wall. Walking towards the water, it seemed that he didn't intend to go into the city to report on his work.
Gromsh Hellscream's tantrum made King Saurfang angry. He could only wink and let people report the news to Thrall. At the same time, he neglected his duty for the first time and left his job to chase after his old friend. Gromsh ignored anyone along the way. The men on both sides were all discerning, but they were hanging far away, so as not to affect the boss's fishing and chatting. Anyway, both sides were wearing helmets, so nothing would happen.
"Gromsh, you, me, Salta, hey..."
King Saurfang himself wanted to kill Ner'zhul again with his own hands. He really couldn't think of how to persuade Gromsh, who was hurt even more. In the end, he could only sigh incoherently, and then stared at the fish float in confusion.
"This time in Pandaria, I made a lot of money and brought a lot of benefits to the tribe, but little Thrall did a good job, and I am not so stupid as to demolish his tent."
Gromesh Hellscream first made his position clear.
"I'm not talking about this. Whether it's Thrall, you, Orgrim, or even the original Black Hand, I, Saurfang, are all convinced. You are all qualified and competent chiefs, but you all know how to do it. Make a mistake. What I'm afraid of is that if you hear about this, you will desperately push the tribe to fight in the north. What I'm afraid of is this."
King Saurfang's words were plain and simple, and he directly expressed his worries.
"You are worried about the wrong person. During my time in Pandaria, I was severely shocked by the Pandaren and the current alliance. We now have power armor, heavy firepower for individual soldiers, and mechanical vehicles, but large armor and We are short of floating spaceships and magic. For the Northern Expedition, at least wait until I use all the treasures in my hand."
Gromsh watched the old man stand up happily after hearing this, and then sat down again with a complicated expression to watch himself fishing. He couldn't help being happy, and gave one of the fishing rods to King Saurfang.
Therefore, the two powerful elders ignored Sal who was waiting for follow-up news in the chief's hall. They sat by the river outside the city and chatted, looking at the windy loess and sea.
"You mean you met Garrosh who was several decades old?"
"You mean little Saurfang got an Alliance spaceship?"
The two middle-aged orcs looked at each other in confusion, and the fish that finally bit the hook ran away again.
