Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

The Horror of Death, as the base camp of the mocking orcs, is not far here, and in less than an hour, the orcs rushed to the Horror of Death.

Of

course, the plants were effortlessly driven out of the Grim Reaper,

and even the trees outside the camp were uprooted in a whirlwind.

Now, it was the third day after the battle, and during these days, the Dragon Throat Clan was also successfully persuaded by him to join the tribe.

"Great King, we have burned all the controlled orcs to death, and absolutely no plant spores still exist on the living. Kaz smiled, and in the battle the other day, it was clear that Nairgo had earned his respect.

On the other side, another dragon-throated orc also came over and reported, "Great King, the dragoons have already probed clearly, and in the east, there are scattered plants that have come to the Yongmao woodland. The orc's expression was a little solemn, "They seem to have been driven by some force."

Nairgo had a thought in his mind, could it be that the spell unleashed by Guldan's spell in the Tanian jungle caused the plants to choose to leave the Tanian jungle and come to Golund

?

If the Tanian jungle of Guldan really became the climate, then this conjecture seems plausible.

Nairgo was a little silent, the problems of the Tanian Jungle must be solved, but these are too far away for now, the primitive vegetative people of the Yongmao Woodland are not so easy to solve, and the demons of the Tanian Jungle are also a tricky opponent.

"It's still a little too slow. Nairgo packed his bags, told the mocking orcs about their departure, and told them to follow the Dragonthroat Clan to Nagran, and then he headed north in the wasteland Gobi.

The Blackstone Foundry, where the Blackstone Orcs have lived for generations, is not only a melting pot, but also a fortress of steel, Nelgo did not advance after coming to the perimeter of the foundry, he found the guards who guarded and followed him into the interior of the foundry.

Dangdang.

Dangdang.

As soon as you enter the foundry, countless knocking sounds ringing in Nairgo's ears, where almost every orc forges, and skilled blacksmiths can be seen crafting weapons at various locations in the Blackstone foundry.

If they go all out, even this foundry alone will be able to supply the weapons and equipment that the tribe needs.

And their chieftain's black hand was the same, the tall black stone chief wiped the sweat from his forehead, he had just finished a forge, it was a black axe.

He glanced at Nairgo, who was also looking at him.

Tall—the tallest orc he'd seen so far, and intimidating—lava-baptized arms and magma-bubbling body made him look like the phantom form of Deathwing.

His voice was heavy, "You said you came to save the Blackstone Clan, I have the impression that the Warsong Clan did save us once in the Red Heavenly Tribulation a few years ago, so I give you a chance to speak, you better think about what you have to say." "

Nairgo went straight to the point, he has now prepared everything the black hand wants, if he can't agree with the cause of the tribe yet, then find a way to start a civil war in the Blackstone clan.

"

I'm not pretending to be a ghost, chief, but if you're well-informed you should know the fact that the plants of the east are migrating to Gorlund."

The black hand nodded slightly, his huge bald head shook, "The crisis you are talking about are those plants?"

Obviously, this is a trouble, but it is not big enough, not big enough that the black hand needs to unite with other orcs to face it.

"No, I'm talking about the man who made them migrate... Power.

"Can you make plants scared?" came the black hand with interest, even Goron could not scare plants away.

"Yes, Guldan, I don't know if he found you, but you can ask the shaman of the clan, and the elements will tell him about the evil deeds that Guldan has committed. The

black hand did as he said, and the shaman angrily told the black hand the story of the great evil man Guldan, and this bad thing actually destroyed the Blood Ring Clan.

Ah

? This time not only the black hand, Nairgo was surprised, the seven heroes are so gone?

The black hand was also quite surprised, but he did not expect that the chief who had ruled the clan for decades was actually defeated by an unknown little person.

"Hear me, Chief. Nairgo let out a breath, "There are already clans that have been poisoned by him, and if they still pursue isolation, then all clans will be broken one by one." "

So you came to me to form an alliance?" asked him rhetorically.

"Yes and no. Nairgo uttered an answer that the black hand hadn't expected, "I'm here for you to roar allegiance to hell."

The

black hand slapped the table, his face a little unpleasant.

"He Gromash is a chief, and I am also a chief, why does he want me to be loyal to him?"

Nairgo looked directly into the angry eyes of the black hand, "From south to north, the Ravens, Delaney, ogres, and orc tribes are loyal to Gromash, and I am now the messenger of the Great Chief, and I represent the authority of the Tribe and the Great Chief.

Nairgo said, "Join the tribe, and the united clans will help you realize your ambitions and help your clan become strong."

The

expression on the black hand's face kept changing, and if that was the case, it seemed that he had to join.

At this time, the black hand is very similar to the Durontan of the original plot, and he is not very interested in joining the tribe, but if he does not join, he will be ostracized by other clans.

Looking at the expression of the black hand, Nelgo continued to describe to the black hand what he had said to Gromash and the other chiefs, and took out a drawing.

"I heard you are the best orc blacksmith in this world.

"That's nature. "The black hand looks proud, can someone create the weapons needed by the entire clan army overnight like him,

can someone make a contract with the elements like him and bring the hammer of destruction back to the orc clan?"

"Nairgo handed over some of the drawings of him and the Delaney people obtained from Urban to the black hand.

I saw the expression of the black hand from frowning to shock, the first one, the second ... The contents of these papers are all browsing with an incredulous expression.

On these drawings are weapons, each drawing shows a terrifying killing machine, on which the black hand sees a small round ball, seemingly inconspicuous, but throwing it can cause an explosion, and a drawing, a circular tube, but can fire something called a cannonball, which can not only destroy the enemy's army, but even flatten the mountain peak, causing a large hole in the ground; and a drawing, he may be from the Delaney, because it actually records a terrifying ship that can fly into the sky, depicting to the black hand the equipment needed to conquer beyond the sky。

"You covet power, I know, there is no shame in this, you also have glory, you can die for the clan, I also know this. Nairgo said, "But are you really satisfied that your power is only in a small place, why not join the tribe and let all the future world know the name of your

black hand?"

The black hand was still flipping through the drawings, and the more he went on, the more shocking he was, and it could even be said that he captured the place that his heart longed for the most.

Battleships, artillery, spaceships, mines, grenades...

There is even a drawing of a cold weapon, although a cold weapon seems a little out of place in these drawings, but this is specifically requested by Nairgo.

This is a drawing of a hammer, designed by the best blacksmiths and delaney craftsmen of the orcs, as well as the ogre blacksmith.

This is a drawing that brings together the minds and techniques of three races, and there is no doubt that if it is made according to the drawings, he will be an artifact.

The black hand's eyes were almost nailed to it, and he kept looking at this drawing without continuing to look down.

"What is this weapon called?" the other weapons have their names on them, but this sledgehammer is different.

"Hand of Darkness, or you can give him a different name.

"No, just the Hand of Darkness, good name, is simply my perfect weapon." "For so many years, the black hand has been building a perfect weapon for himself, but he has always felt that there are many shortcomings, and some are not even as good as his lavaized arm, which is not okay.

And today he saw a weapon that suited him best - the Hand of Darkness.

"Not

only it, but there are more weapons, as long as you join the tribe, the weapons of the entire tribe will be created in your hands, and the technology of the tribe will be displayed in your hands." Nairgo said: "This will be the only way for orcs to rule the world, as long as we unite, Guldan can only kneel and beg for death." Finally

the black hand made up his mind, whether it was the conquest and salvation promised by the tribe, or the drawings provided by Nairgo, these tightly grasped his needs, which were enough to satisfy his greed.

"The Blackstone clan will support Gromash. He put away those drawings, his face full of excitement, and he couldn't wait to forge his own artifact now.

"Then send the best blacksmith under you to Nagran. Nairgo opened his arms to the Black Hand, "More powerful weapons will be forged by the Blackstone Clan." The

black hand hugged Nelgo, who felt the gravity and heat of the lava, but the elemental body did not make him feel any discomfort, he was an elemental creature.

"In the name of the tribe.

"Let's crush the enemies of the orcs. "