Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

As Nelgo's footsteps stepped into Gromash's tent, he knew that the news that the Blade Tiger had dared to attack the Delaney caravan ignited anger in his heart.

"So..." Gromash snorted, "they attacked the caravan that had intended to come to my city for business?"

"To be precise, they will not come to Gromashil until they have been to Tara." Nairgo answered truthfully.

Gromash has never been known for his patience, and in his eyes, anyone who can or has planned to infringe on his interests will be wiped out as quickly as possible, and the thunderous fury of the Warsong Clan will be used to crush the ambitions of all the little ones.

Today these Bladed Tigers dare to boldly attack the merchants of Gromashl, will they normalize this tomorrow, and will they try to rob the orcs the day after tomorrow?

"It seems that they have forgotten the lesson that the Warsong Orcs have taught them." Gromash roared: "I have always been the only one to rob others, how come they dare to rob me?"

"To be precise, it was a caravan of the Delaneys." Nelgo didn't know what to say, it seemed that the Hell Roaring Chief had taken the goods that might exist on the two thunder elephants as his own.

"All the same." Gromash stared into Nairgo's eyes and said, "I'm going to teach them a lesson and let them know that the wolves of the Warsong Clan are not dead yet."

Nairgo asked cautiously, "What are you going to do?" Send troops to rob them? Kill all the Bladed Tiger Men you see, snatch everything you can use, and set it on fire?

Gromash restrained himself to remain calm, "Do you have a better idea?" If there is, say so.

Nairgo was in favor of attacking the Bladed Tigers, but not simply plundering, and he voiced his thoughts, "What if we flatten the Blade Throat?" Today the Blade Clan is there, tomorrow it may be ogres, beasts, and even small monsters like iguanas, and as long as the area is not occupied, they will always pop up all kinds of challengers.

Gromash's eyes narrowed, he understood what Nelgo meant, he wanted to establish a stronghold there, possibly a city, "Shaman, near the Throat of the Blade is the Ogre's Trial Arena.

"That's why we should occupy him all the more." Nairgo said: "Sooner or later we will engage the ogres, and then our army can easily raid their town at the throat of the blade."

"And they can't react at all." Nairgo said categorically.

"Great idea." Gromash thought for a moment and nodded and said, "The new stronghold will indeed facilitate our campaign to recruit ogres.

"I am willing to seize this land for the chief." Nairgo immediately took a stand.

An officer who manages five hundred people is not what he wants to be, five hundred people? Enough for what? Be a king and a chief!

The chief he is choked enough, Gromash treats him well, and he does not choose the lord to kill this idea, but the great king has this kind of idea, and it is not small.

Here it is necessary to mention what the king represents in the class of orcs.

After the unification of the tribe, the great king is an honorable title, which can be understood as a high-ranking overseer, and is the largest leader of the clan other than the chief.

For example, in the original plot, the King of Gaiala in the 6.0 parallel world, the King of Sarufar, and Garrush during the reign of Sal are also known as the Roaring King of Hell, except for the troll king who is guarded by Ogrimma, the other people with the title of king are undoubtedly big people in the tribe.

Gromash looked at Nairgo unexpectedly, "You only have five hundred cavalry in your hands, and you want to attack the Blade Throat Clan?"

"Not enough, so I want some more hard work." Nairgo was blunt.

"Hard labor? What are you going to do with hard work, repair caves?

"I'm going to work hard to build a fortress there."

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"He gave the workers you wanted?" Outside the tent, Sylvanas asked, she did not enter the tent with Nelgo, choosing instead to wait for him outside.

"Given." "He also allowed me to recruit some more soldiers, and all I need to do is keep the Tiger Man in that ditch," Nairgo said.

"He's so generous." Sylvanas said.

"But I spent a lot of time to appease him and tell him not to rush to personally lead the cavalry to burn their lair." Nairgo said.

Gromash is not old, energetic, and likes to do everything himself, thanks to Nairgo persuading him, otherwise those Bladed Tigers will most likely be exterminated by the orcs.

"I'm such a good person." Nairgo muttered.

"Of course, this is the first time I have met a commander who pays out of pocket to buy equipment for his soldiers." Sylvanas said.

"I don't want to watch soldiers go to fight in a pile of rags or even animal skins." Nairgo explained: "And..." "

I didn't sarcastically you." Sylvanas interrupted him and smiled slightly, "It's good that the soldiers all respect you.

"I'm glad you understand me." Nairgo rubbed his forehead, "But we have to recruit some soldiers first." "

The hard labor doesn't need him to find, Gromash can arrange it for him, and as for the soldiers, Nairgo still wants to recruit younger lads.

Young recruits, although weaker than veterans in combat, are not without benefits.

A recruit is like a girl, and he can dress her up as he wants.

The veteran is a mature big sister, and the three views and everything have already been set, and it is more difficult to integrate the nomadic warriors of this clan into the army he wants.

This point Guldan in the original plot has a deep experience, in order to improve the military discipline of the orcs, the black hand and him sold a lot of strength.

"I have to warn you, if you still want to train those cavalry from before, we don't have that much money now." After Sylvanas finished speaking, Nairgo replied: "No, what I need this time is infantry, if I need cavalry, then I will already go to the point of troops and set off now." "

Nairgo found a square with many people, which began to be lively after some Delaney people came to settle here to do business, and it can be said that it is a small commercial street in Gromashre.

"You came here to recruit troops with the intention of recruiting merchants to fight?"

Sylvanas asked a little strangely, where did he run to the city to recruit troops.

Unexpectedly, Nairgo walked near a vendor, "Eh, brother give way, I will also set up a stall." The

orc looked up at Nairgo, reluctantly moved to the side, and then began to sell his wares.

Nairgo found the clearing and pulled out a table and two stools from his magic pocket.

"Come and sit." Nairgo said to Sylvanas.

Sylvanas didn't know what calculations Nairgo was taking, shouldn't they go to the barracks now? You can't really recruit here, can you?

As soon as she sat down, Nairgo began to shout.

"Conscripted, conscripted! Recruit soldiers and hard labor! Nairgo shouted loudly: "The soldier is not required to be more than 18 years old, the hard worker does not ask for it, only 500, only 500 for the hard worker and the soldier, and the money is paid every month..."

However, this recruitment is indeed fresh, and after a while, many people really surround it.

Nairgo saw that the atmosphere was almost the same, and said again: "Every month to eat and cover, and there is money to take, where to find this good thing?" If you want to become a soldier, hurry up and sign up..." Orcs

are savage, orcs are rude, but in terms of being a soldier to fight, no orc has yet spoken and paid the bill.

In a sense, this is also a form of credit.

Thanks to this credit, many people in front of Nairgo have moved their minds.

"Who to hit? Military secrets, I can't say more, I can only say that this is the meaning of the chief, I understand everything, and it is useless for me to say it if I don't understand.

"Want to buy something without money? Don't be in a hurry, come and become a soldier! There is money to get every month, and the treatment is good on a first-come, first-served basis..." "

Nairgo's conscription standards are not high, or it doesn't matter if the conscription standards for orcs are there, even if they are given, almost all of them are qualified, and Nairgo does not engage in those things.

When each soldier or drudger signed up, Nairgo would engrave his personal information on a wooden board, "Assemble at the barracks tomorrow morning and come by eight in the morning." "