Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

The next morning, the sun had not yet peeked out of the horizon, and the world in front of Sylvanas was still in a gray cloud.

Confirming the relationship with Nelgo did not change her life much, just like the other orcs discussed in private, they themselves were often together, and this time it just made the other orcs suddenly understand: Oh, it turns out that they have just confirmed the relationship, I thought they were already already.

Of course, it would be a lie to say that Sylvanas has not changed his mentality at all, but his change is not as obvious as Nelgo's.

The number of times he came to her increased visibly, and for good reason.

"What's wrong with me coming to my partner?" Nelgo was always so righteous.

Today, Sylvanas and Nairgo are appearing together at the training ground of the Blade Tiger to check whether their training is attentive and what the results are.

After all, the discipline of these "beast alliances" before was simply a mess, and their commander's broken intestines were even more unable to raise their heads in front of Nelgo and other officers, in order not to make them the weakest link in the army of Fort Grobler, Nelgo often appeared here during this time.

"Unusable waste." Nairgo whispered to himself.

He simply had enough, where did these bladed tigers come from?

"Split intestines." Nairgo beckoned.

Hearing the voice, the cracked intestine immediately walked quickly, with a hint of embarrassment on his face, after all, his soldiers were so humiliated in front of the great king, didn't it seem that he was a waste.

Looking at the cracked intestine with his head down, unexpectedly, Nairgo did not scold, or even put a straight face, he said softly: "I know, you Blade Tiger People are not used to fighting like this."

"Yes, yes, King." His head was lower, and he tried to explain something, but finally said, "I promise, they will make a bright improvement when you come next time." "

Nairgo doesn't believe his assurances at all, if you can learn it, you will already understand, why wait until now?

But he still narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "I naturally trust your ability. "

I'm looking forward to your efforts in the attack on ogres." Nairgo smiled gently and said, "I've already figured out how to reward you."

"I was hunting the other day when I found a woodland with a lot of prey in it." Nairgo patted him on the shoulder, "I intend to give it to you as a fiefdom of the Blade Clan." When

he heard this, his eyes were a little red, and Nairgo even suspected that it had begun to moisten a little.

"Go, don't be too the soldiers, sharp-throated chief." After a few words of soothing, Nairgo prepared to leave the training ground.

In the next second, he saw an orc go straight to Nairgo, and the moment he saw him, he instantly defined his goal, and he drove the wolf to step forward quickly.

"Are you King Nelgo of Groblerburg?" The orc jumped down from the black seat wolf and asked respectfully.

"It's me." Nairgo nodded, his blue eyes and attractive woman beside him also providing strong evidence for his words.

The orc sorted out his thoughts, and then he said: "Lord Nairgo, Lady Sylvanas, I am the messenger of the roar of hell, and I have brought the news from Chief Gromash.

The two looked at each other.

"How interesting, summons of the chief?" Nairgo looked at him with interest, "The chief is going to attack the ogre?"

"Yes, the chief hopes that the soldiers of Fort Grobler will enter the Ring of Trials." The messenger replied.

"Well, I see, go back and tell Hell Roar, I'll plan the attack now."

When the messenger rode away on the long-awaited wolf.

"What do you think?" Nairgo asked Sylvanas.

"What do you think?" Sylvanas asked rhetorically, "Do you think ogres are honest about the nature of the Ring of Trials?" "

Sylvanas's meaning is very clear, orcs and ogres are enemies, very red-eyed, even if you are willing to live in peace with them, they are not necessarily happy, and when you can't think about coming out to make a wave.

"You're right." Nairgo smiled confidently, "It looks like the ogre is going to suffer again." "

Are you trying to pierce an ogre this time?"

"Don't make me look like a pervert." Nairgo said cruelly in a gentle voice, "I have a more fun idea this time than a puncture." "

Seris has an old saying that the person who knows the time is Junjie, and the hundreds of tortures in the previous life must have greatly shocked these ogres who had never seen the world.

"As you wish." Sylvanas herself is not a bodhisattva-hearted woman, in a sense she is more cruel than Nelgo, "Need a military conference?" "

Open what." Nairgo said a little helplessly: "After the two of us finished discussing, we can summon the centurion to inform them, after all, summoning those reckless men over is just to come up with a strange way to charge, and there is no tactic at all."

"It's better to gather them according to my ideas." She said.

Nairgo looked at her and said calmly, "Go on."

"No one is born to fight, I'm not, you're not, neither are they, and summoning them here may allow you to hear some advice from others, or maybe let them hear some ideas from their comrades."

"Too." Nairgo thought for a while and nodded, "It should be a little bit of a sense of participation."

"How arrogant." Sylvanas complained.

But on second thought, isn't she the same?

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When the centurion officers of Fort Grobler were ready to participate in the war council convened by the Great King, they were puzzled when they found that they were surrounded by officers like themselves, and that the most important King and Madame Sylvanas were not there at all.

"Please wait a moment, the king and the lady will arrive soon." The guards are still this sentence.

Caral. Dead Eye, Gottag. Steel grip, Butag. Blade as well as Kalosh. The orcs of Black Wind and Vogosh sat in their chairs and exchanged ears, whispering something, no one knew what the topic of this meeting was, just as no one knew where Nairgo had gone.

When Nelgo and Sylvanas arrived in the council chamber, the centurions had been waiting there for a long time.

He waved his hand for the orcs who stood up to sit down, "Sorry to keep everyone waiting."

After Sylvanas instructed the guards to guard the gate and not let the idlers wait to break in, Nairgo nodded to her, and then pointed to the position beside him, "Sit."

After greeting each other, Nairgo looked at the obviously confused officers and said, "Maybe you are confused, maybe you don't understand what the situation is now."

"If I want to see it, there is another enemy who needs our shot." Vogosh said with a big grin.

"Good." Nelgo's fingers tapped on the table, signaling everyone to look at him, "The messenger from Gromashir told me that the Hellgrowling Chief wants us to take down the Ring of Trials. Hearing

this, the officers below were all talking and discussing their own views.

But as Nairgo expected, they all thought about how to charge, of course, at least they still had a lot of ideas in this regard.

Just like the following one.

Kalosh. Black Wind stood up and said, "The Ring of Trials does not have a tall wall, it is just a small town, but there are quite a few cannibal magicians in it. And the ogre's mage is not comparable to the caster of the Bladed Tiger Man. Speaking of this, he also looked at the cracked intestine and said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to look down on you." "

It's a little embarrassing to crack the gut, but what can he say, the ogre's mage is much stronger than these rookies, this is a fact, can't let him insist that the caster of his clan punches the crow and kicks the ogre, right?

In addition, the blade-toothed tiger man he manages is also a little crotch-pulling, and he is also somewhat resistant after being discriminated against several times intentionally or unintentionally.

He shook his head, "It's okay, it's okay, you continue."

"But that doesn't mean we don't have a chance of winning, they have spellcasters and we do."

"Whether it's sending a squad to assassinate their mages, or relying on shamanic power to suppress them during a fight, it ensures that soldiers can advance steadily."

Simple way, or even find an idea that ordinary people can come up with, to put it bluntly, the mage suppresses, and then F2A.

Simple and crude, but sounds surprisingly reasonable.

Sure enough, in the eyes of the orcs at this moment, the Draenor Region will not play any operations, and it will be done in a reckless wave.