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"How about the draw? Whoever draws will play. Nairgo looked at the orcs, all of them wanted to participate in this gladiatorial fight, and none of them wanted to be subservient, which was good.

The orcs were satisfied, and Nelgo was also satisfied, he sat on the side and watched the orcs' gladiatorial fights seriously, in this barbaric battle, people were constantly driven off the field with blue noses and swollen faces, and there were constantly cursing sounds of orcs.

"It's wonderful." Sylvanas straightened up, his expression as if to cast sympathy and pity in Nairgo's eyes.

Unfortunately, Nairgo did not notice her eyes, he had been watching the orcs fight with interest, unless he was sure that there was a life-threatening situation, he would hardly stop the gladiatorial fight, but evaluated the duelist's fighting ability like the audience.

"You think so too?" Nairgo responded casually: "Then it seems that this idea is not bad.

"It's very good." Sylvanas' furrowed brow indicated what she really thought in her heart, and she said softly, "I almost thought that our job was to be slave traders in the arena.

"And I'm watching gladiators fight." Her voice was small enough for Nairgo to hear it alone, perhaps she wanted to save some face for Nairgo in this way.

"Do you think this doesn't fit your opinion on selecting officers?" Nairgo asked.

"It's awful, I think officers need command skills and some math knowledge, not be appointed commanders just by their anger and bravery."

"You're right." Nairgo agreed, "You do know the army well.

"But you're not familiar with orcs." Nairgo said: "Now by your standards, the entire clan obeys your orders, can you find an officer like you described?"

Sylvanas was stunned, then nodded, "I see." "

She made a mistake, the orcs are not the High Elf troops she once commanded, not even the army of the forgotten who were peasants per capita in their lifetime, the warsong orcs are a nomadic society, can they become officers on the one hand by prestige, on the other hand, martial bravery, in this case almost illiterate army how to choose the officer she wants?

Even if he is elected, he still has to use personal force to serve the public, so is there any difference from what he did?

Nairgo smiled, "Don't be so pessimistic, sooner or later our army will have many officers like what you said, and then it will be your home field."

Nairgo patted Sylvanas' shoulder, "Or you can teach me your knowledge and I'll teach them more."

Sylvanas glanced at him, "I'll go to you after five o'clock every day."

Nairgo nodded, "Your orc language is really good now.

"The orc language is much simpler than what I'm going to teach you." Sylvanas looked ahead, the orcs were almost divided into winners and losers, and finally the five orcs stood in the middle laughing, although their faces were blue and swollen, but how could this not be an honor?

They became the five strongest men in the force.

"Good." Nairgo clapped his hands, "The rest of you choose one out of every ten to grow, how to pick and choose yourselves, whether it is elections or fights, except for one point, no death is allowed."

Nairgo pointed to the five centurion orcs and said, "Today is the first time we met, you don't remember much, only three points."

At this time, Nairgo's slab face and mature face made people subconsciously ignore that he was actually an orc who had just come of age.

"First, my name is Nairgo, I am a shaman, and I am also your commander, and I will obey my orders in everything in the army in the future."

"Second, what I want is the army, not a group of reckless men who can only lok-tar, including you centurions, you must follow me to learn to command the army, if you can't even fight again, you have to give me down, you can fight useless, what I want is that you can all fight." Speaking of this, Nairgo also glanced at Sylvanas, "Of course, I can't teach you until I learn it first."

"Third, starting tomorrow, training every other day will be carried out, and tomorrow morning will be assembled here at eight o'clock."

Seeing that the orcs did not say anything against it, he waved his hand, "There is no problem with what to do now, disperse." After

instructing the soldiers to disband, Nairgo did not go home, but prepared to go to a side business.

Guldan's conspiracy made him realize that demons had set their sights on the planet, and according to "Rise of the Tribe", if it weren't for Kilgardan's scruples, Vilen and the Delaney people realized the danger and ran away, maybe one night passed, and Nelgo could see the Legion warships floating in the sky as soon as he woke up.

It can be said that the danger has always been there, and sitting still at this time is obviously not Nairgo's style, even if it is a hard worker, he will not like the feeling of waiting for death.

Get stronger, and then screw that guy's head off, that's what an orc should do.

So the question is, how to become stronger?

Individual strength aside, and the clan wants to become stronger either by expansion or climbing technology.

Just like Constantine XI in 1453 suddenly had 1k more tank armored troops with supplies and supplies, then presumably Ottoman could only cry.

Although your Burning Legion is invincible in the sky, once you come to the ground, you have to compete with us orcs.

There is an old saying in Pandaria, those who know the time are handsome, and the various plagues of the forgotten will surely let you experience the warmth of home.

"Pale lady." Nairgo asked, "Do you know anything about alchemy?" "

Nairgo is not so rigid, thinking that it is not glorious to take advantage of the plague, and in Nairgo's view, the most glorious thing is to defeat the enemy and make his own people suffer less, no matter what others think of him, and in the end those who survive because of themselves can prove everything.

Alchemy?

"My name is Sylvanas." She said, "What are you referring to? "

Pharmacy." Nairgo said without hesitation.

Sylvanas shook his head, "I'm not good at this. "

The Banshee King is not good at pharmacy....

Well, maybe it's true, Nairgo suddenly remembered that Sylvanas' plague research was carried out by her pharmacists, which means that Sylvanas did not understand the process of making the plague, which directly bankrupted his plan to use the plague to surprise the Burning Legion.

Of course, thanks to Sylvanas not knowing how to make the plague, otherwise Nairgo would have to be scolded to death by the shamans if the plague fell by the Forgotten.

It is evil energy and plague, how can a small planet of Delano accommodate these two great Buddhas?

"Well, you still have to be dignified." Nairgo walked straight to the blacksmith shop, ready to use his good relationship with the blacksmith to buy a few more pieces of armor, "Maybe it could be cheaper." He muttered.