Chapter 115 Highmaul Crisis

Inside Highmaul.

Ever since Varego led his army to meet the enemy, Margok had always felt that he had a bad premonition.

He was afraid, what if Varego lost? Would the rule of Highmaul end in his hands?

He was afraid, what if Varego won? Would victory breed his ambition and make him propose to remove Margok and launch a coup?

You know, Varego has always had the ambition to replace him as the new king of sorcery.

Losing is not good, and winning is also uncomfortable.

"No, he won't win." Margok smiled self-deprecatingly. In this situation, it was useless to invite "Emperor Taizu" Gao Ge.

They all thought that ogres were an advantage and there was no need to be afraid of those slaves.

Stupid!

The greatness of Highmaul is a thing of the past. From now on, every king of sorcery should learn to endure humiliation and accumulate strength like their ancestors.

If they rashly fight the orcs, they will definitely lose, especially since the orcs have received help from the Draenei. Who knows how many weapons the Draenei have provided them.

Maybe those weapons can accelerate their weapons development by more than two centuries.

Fools like Varego only see the former slaves showing off their power and value the support of reckless warriors, but he sees more, and values ​​the rule of the ogres and the longevity of Highmaul.

If Grommash had not been too cruel, he might have sent envoys to negotiate peace with them long ago.

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Is the greatness of Highmaul going to perish?

After Varego's army was defeated, even the most optimistic ogres did not dare to say loudly as before: The Empire is still fine!

The orcs are too terrible. Those ogres who survived the battlefield loudly told everything they had experienced in the city.

Even though the leader Margok repeatedly forbade the spread of these rumors in the city, it could not stop this unrest. Later, the prison of Highmaul was filled with ogres who were convicted for this.

At this time, the optimistic ogres had begun to learn the orc language, and the pessimistic ogres were ready to try to communicate with the vegetative people in Zangar Sea.

On the terrace of the palace, Margok's four eyes observed everything in the city through the mirror. He had been standing here for several hours.

From the beginning, he watched the orcs outside the city clean up the scattered limbs of the ogres, and then watched the orcs in the canyon created by the magical aftermath of this war, and laughed wildly.

This laughter reached the Gartenon Temple.

He did not want the orcs to devour his city, so he held a meeting again to discuss how to face the orcs' offensive.

The council members knew that this was not the first meeting nor the last. Such meetings had been held countless times before the orcs launched a large-scale attack, but each time there was no substantial help to the crisis of Highmaul.

Several councillors paced back and forth around the head of state in the Gartenon.

At this time, they could be roughly divided into two factions. The peace faction believed that they should release the orc slaves in the slave pen in exchange for peace talks with the orcs, which could at least delay the war for a while.

And what about the war faction? The war faction believed that they should go to war with the peace faction first.

Margok rubbed his forehead. He could no longer bear it. Although these councillors met his expectations of the parliament - a group of fools in high positions dragged each other down, and he used the struggle between them to achieve his own goals, they were too stupid. The stupidity was no longer just right, but better than their fathers.

Margok crushed the stone he was playing with in his palm. The sound of the broken stone falling to the ground did not cause any big noise in the temple, but every ogre who heard the sound shut up.

The head of state was angry.

Margok's face was expressionless, and his tone became higher, "Bring in Krago."

After a while, a neatly dressed ogre wearing silk clothes that did not quite match his temperament came into the sight of the parliamentarians.

Feeling their eyes looking back and forth at him, Krago was a little restrained. Before, he had always been a guard outside the hall. Now he was not only summoned by the King of Witchcraft, but also rewarded with a silk coat.

Although he was a little uncomfortable wearing it.

Wait, the head of state seemed to nod to him! ?

Margok retracted the gazes of the two heads and no longer lingered on Krago. He said in a low voice: "He is Krago, a lawbreaker of Highmaul."

"In the previous battle, he chose to join the battle and fight the orcs as a warrior of Highmaul, but for some reasons, the orcs chose to forgive him and released him back to Highmaul."

Margok finished speaking.

A councillor asked cautiously: "Does this mean that the orcs don't want to completely destroy us?"

This remark attracted the angry glares of many ogres. Which family is this idiot from? Didn't his father teach him not to speak so bluntly?

"At least that's my judgment." Mal'gok continued: "Normally, the orcs will not let go of every ogre, and now they have not launched an attack for a long time, and have released the lawbreakers back. This may be a signal."

"A signal that the orcs may negotiate peace with us." He said.

The rule of Highmaul will never end in his hands.

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The ogres in the city were restless, while the orcs outside were overjoyed.

After the victory of the battle, the orcs, as usual, left some soldiers on guard. They were tense to prevent the ogres from rushing out of the city and fighting hard, but most of the soldiers celebrated their victory in the camp.

Nergo picked up the wine, sat on the grass, closed his eyes and felt the gentle breeze blowing on his face. This was a leisurely moment that he had finally left the crowd and enjoyed. As the great hero of this time, he and Lantresor were always praised.

"I heard from Lantresor that you let a lawbreaker go." A low voice sounded, and Grommash came to sit beside him with a large piece of roasted meat and two bags of wine.

"That's right, Chief." Nergo did not deny it at all, and he was not worried that his decision would cause Grommash's dissatisfaction.

In the Warcraft world view or in the orc society, there are rarely political struggles with intrigues. Generally speaking, there is no crisis as long as the words are made clear.

"I'm not here to ask for punishment." Grommash drank the strong wine, "I want to ask what's so special about your ogre."

I've known Nergo for a long time. This guy has always been a man who doesn't do anything without profit. Everything he does may not be meaningful, but at least he has his own reasons.

"Of course it's special." Nergo said, "He is a spellbreaker, and if nothing unexpected happens, he can also be immune to multiple magic factions."

What an enviable talent.

"I plan to bring the inheritance of the spellbreaker to the clan." Nergo raised his head and looked at the sky, even farther away. "This inheritance is crucial to my plan."

"Another plan." Grommash muttered.

He always has a lot of plans.

"In the subsequent siege, I will tell the soldiers to be careful not to destroy the inheritance of the spellbreaker."

"Siege? No, no, no." Nergo smiled subconsciously. Wouldn't it be a bit redundant to use force to take something that can be taken away with words?

Of course, if you can't win it with your mouth, you can only win it with your fists. This is called using courtesy before force.