Chapter 126 There Is a Reason Why He Is the King

Looking at the thin treaty in front of him, Margok's heart seemed to be pressed by a mountain. In the tent, he paced back and forth quickly, almost roaring in anger.

"This is impossible!" Even if Margok had a high level of patience, it was difficult to accept these conditions. Except for the third one, the others were almost like cutting his flesh.

It can even be said that they were going to dig up their roots. This was no longer asking him to endure humiliation. If he agreed to this, he would believe it when he returned to Highmaul and a psychopathic arcanist suddenly came and shouted "Heavenly Punishment of Traitors" and used a homemade staff to cast a fireball on him.

"This is too harsh." Margok said gloomily: "Highmaul has not been completely captured yet. We have the right to demand a more reasonable and equal treaty."

"Does it make a difference? If you think these conditions are fair only after a complete defeat, then you can stay here for a few days. By then, maybe your city will belong to us completely, and then this treaty will seem much more merciful."

But by then, it is not certain whether you are still qualified to sit here and negotiate.

Nergo knew that this treaty was very harsh. Compared with this, the one I signed with Qing was almost an equal treaty, but as Chekhov said, if a gun appears in the first act of the story, it must be fired in the third act.

So since his story shows ogres signing a treaty, they must be skinned.

"You have no choice, Headmaster." Nergo calmly stated the cruel truth, "You can leave Mogol at any time, and no orc will stop you if you want to refuse negotiations and are confident that you can resist our attack."

"The gate is over there."

Margok snorted: "Very good, then our negotiations have broken down."

He Margok is not made of clay. Wait, arrogant orcs, they will soon know why the Forger gave them the right to rule the world instead of other races.

Ogres rule the earth not by compromise.

At this time, even a weak Margok was aroused by the ambition in his bloodline.

He is a descendant of King Gog, a descendant of the Gronn Slayer.

He wants to show the orcs that the backbone of the ogres is not broken.

But at this moment, an orc ran to Grommash and reported something quietly.

Margok noticed that Grommash, who had been sitting aside and seemed to be uninterested in everything, began to smile.

A confident smile.

"Come, tell Nergo and the respected leader what news you have brought." He emphasized the words "respected leader" so much that it was not difficult to hear the sarcasm in his words.

"At the defense line at the entrance of Highmaul, our catapults and the weapons prepared by the Draenei are attacking their hillsides. Soon we will clear all obstacles in front of the Highmaul market area." The soldier proudly puffed out his chest and said, "They call it the leader's gift."

The leader's gift... This street name that should have symbolized the glory of Highmaul now seems so ironic.

Maybe Mal'gok also knew that such a thing would happen sooner or later, but he certainly didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

So fast that he wondered if these orcs were all Gronn in orc skins?

Why did the sufferings suffered by the ogres happen to be on their generation?

Obviously, before Grommash became the chieftain, their clan was still a small tribe, and Nagrand was still the world of ogres.

But how come there have been so many bad things in the past few years?

But if you tell this to Nergo, he will probably just say: Because this version is called the rise of the tribe.

Can you still kill the orcs in the orc version and let the orcs serve as your foil in this era?

Thinking too much.

"Hear it, Head of State, while you are still pretending, our troops have begun to penetrate your city." Nergo leaned forward, "If it takes some time, maybe this treaty will be a luxury for you."

"The loser doesn't deserve anything." He said: "We will take it ourselves."

Malgok wanted to say: Can't we talk again and change the treaty? Even if we make a little concession.

But he also knew that the orcs would not be merciful at the moment, or if they wanted to completely annihilate the ogres, it would be fine.

It's just a waste of time.

The winner should be like this.

Mar'gok walked out of the tent in despair. Both of his heads looked unhappy, and the smile that always appeared on them was gone.

The orcs did not force him too hard, and they gave him some time to think.

Although this time was bought with the blood of the defenders in the city.

At this moment, Mar'gok and his friends were placed in another tent. Grommash met his request, and he and his friends could think and argue freely here.

"Bah."

"This is impossible!"

"Want us to bow our heads? Dream on! My family will not release any orc slaves!"

"Each Gorian will pay four gold coins? These yellow treasures will be handed over to the rude orcs? I don't agree!"

"What's the use of your disagreement? Are you willing to fight in the streets?"

"No matter what, the glory given to us by the Caster cannot be shared by the orcs! The power of magic belongs to Goria!"

At this time, everyone (at least most of them) turned into the ogres who loved Highmaul the most. They were filled with righteous indignation and denounced the orcs' greed and whims.

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But what's the use? It was of no use. They even secretly watched outside the tent, fearing that some orcs who heard it would break in and kill them.

Even if the sound is a little louder, it will gradually decrease with the orc's "accidental" cough.

While these people were still having a meaningless quarrel, Margok said: "You also think the conditions of the orcs are too harsh, right?"

He glanced at the saliva on the ground with his four eyes, which was very close to his toes: "Then I think we should reject him."

A small stone covered the pool of liquid, and Margok looked at the ogre who was the most angry before and spat out saliva comparable to "the blood in an orc's body."

Normally, this would have seemed enough for Malgok's disrespect to order his execution, but now it seemed quite reasonable.

Just like Nergo's previous life, many ministers did the same thing to establish a persona. He was setting up a persona, setting up a persona that he was a loyal minister, so that the firepower of the Gorians could be on him after the negotiation. A little less or even none.

"I am going to lead you to fight the orcs until the last moment. You and your family members will serve as my personal bodyguards and charge on the battlefield with me. What do you think?"

Malgok has remembered him, he thinks he is a loyal minister, and the king is a traitor for allowing Highmaul to be humiliated, so he chooses to disrespect the head of state? Good thing, the ogres are lacking such patriots.

Of course, for this kind of "patriot" who is just seeking fame and reputation, he just wants to use this to establish himself as a person and strive for benefits. It is too difficult for him to actually take action.

So, as expected, his expression immediately changed, so much so that Margok had a hint of joy on his face.

But he will never forget a true patriot.

For example, Krago was trying hard to understand Margok's thoughts. He could see that Margok was not inclined to accept the conditions of the orcs because the orcs' conditions were too harsh.

"I swore before the Council that I would bring peace back to Highmaul."

Margok quickly glanced around. He could see clearly which of these people were ambitious fools and which ones were weaklings who wanted to accept the conditions of the orcs.

"But the conditions of the orcs are too..." Margok did not finish his sentence.

An ogre couldn't wait to stand up and said: "But you swore an oath, this is the responsibility of the head of state."

What will we do if you don't surrender? Is it possible that I really want to charge into battle with you?

Do you really think this was two centuries ago? The ogres often duel with each other, and each of them has a lot of martial virtue.

It is not certain whether the current congressmen can still wear armor and mount mounts.

"No matter what his conditions are, you must accept the price of peace. Highmaul is no longer worth so many people dying for it." This is another ogre. He revealed in Mal'gok that he wanted to take the noble As members of the Assembly charged into battle, they classified themselves as "pacifists" without looking back.

Well, both the ambitious fools and the wimps who want to accept the orcs' terms have come forward.

Margok was very satisfied. If he accepted these terms on his own initiative, his prestige among the army and most of his subjects would fall to the bottom, and careerists would take the opportunity to jump on the stage and try to seize his crown.

Even though there are many people and he actually has the same idea.

But if he, the head of state, is forced to agree to the terms requested by the members, then he will agree to the terms.

Then he is not a traitor, but a poor king who was forced into the palace.

At that time, it won't be his turn to scold him. There are still these idiots in front of him to share the firepower for him.

"Shut up!" Krago, who had been silent for a long time, said, "The orcs are advancing step by step, but you are here forcing the head of state to surrender?"

He looked at Mal'gok with a sincere face, "How can Highmaul's danger be controlled by a few corpses and in the hands of a nobleman with no merit at all?"

The fire in his eyes burned brightly, "As long as you give the order, I will sacrifice everything and I will not let you suffer the humiliation of surrender."

Loyal and loyal, but what is the use of your sacrifice? Can you still kill ten thousand orcs?

Margok murmured in his heart, if you were really capable of killing ten thousand per person, then the orcs would really not be a problem, you would be the real trouble.

Malgok looked at Krago and then at the other ogres, as if hesitating about whom to listen to.

After hesitating for a moment, he made a determined look and said: "This world belongs to us. It is the fertile soil given to us by the Forger. If any ogre chooses to share power with slaves and let them rule the earth together, then he is not worthy of being a Ogre."

Familiar opening lines, even children in Highmaul will be taught that Dregol is a world given by the Forge to ogres to rule.

ps: Degor is the ogre's name for Draenor, which means the known land.

"He, tui~" The head of state's speech, which is usually regarded as truth by all ogres, did not receive applause. Although everyone knew that they could not interrupt the head of state's words, this did not prevent the pacifists from spitting out louder words. A mouthful of spit.

In a sense, the talent of being the first to spit as a member of parliament has surpassed 99% of ogres.

"Our glory is gone! Goria perished centuries ago. Does this ruined city still have the so-called glory and the right to rule the earth? Is it really worth your people's blood to keep it? When you sit on that tattered throne, can you see the blood flowing below?"

"After the failure of the attempt of the head of the empire, Hoklon, to revive the empire, every Gorian should understand that we are Highmaul, not Goria! That is their heritage, not ours."

"Open your eyes and look at this Nagrand! This is no longer the great empire of King Gog."

These people started their speeches righteously, with the momentum of "If you, Mal'gok, don't click, I will kill you and then click again."

Those who wanted to pretend to be loyal ministers could no longer pretend, after all, if they pretended again, they would really have to go to the battlefield.

"So." Mal'gok subconsciously hugged his arms tightly, making himself look like a statue.

"You think you can give up the glory of Highmaul, the heritage of Goria is not worth mentioning here, and the legacy of your ancestors has become a cheap commodity, right?"

"Hehe." They said: "Everything should be based on the lives of the people."

Especially ours.

"Bah, incompetent idiots, cowardly waste, how dare you force His Majesty to surrender?"

One of Margok's heads looked over and found that the person who spoke was still Krago.

Margok said helplessly: "In their mouths, Highmaul is in danger. For the sake of the royal family and the subjects, they all think they should surrender, but why do you refuse?"

"Hehe, I think they want to let the people in the city bleed in exchange for his reputation of dying rather than surrendering." A weird voice came from the parliamentarians.

Krago ignored him and knelt on one knee, "Your Majesty, the orcs have few soldiers and are not strong enough to exterminate Goria. As long as we return to the city and push them out of the city gates, repair the magic defenses and hold the city, and wait for Gorgrond and Frostfire Ridge to send troops to rescue, we can attack from both inside and outside, and the dilemma will be solved naturally. How can we give up the glory of our ancestors just because of the coercion of these traitors?"

"That's a good idea." Another person stood up and scolded him, "The Governor's District of Gorgrond was defeated in the attack on the Blackrock Clan, and now almost all of them have been driven out of Gorgrond, with only a few outposts left."

"And the Blade Tower Fortress in Frostfire Ridge was broken by the orcs a few years ago, and its Governor Korgorok was strangled to death in the fortress."

He sneered a few times: "With just a few outposts and strongholds in these two regions, it is not enough to protect themselves, so where can we get the troops to rescue Highmaul?"

Krago was speechless. Even if he didn't want to surrender, he had to face a fact, that is, the ogres really had no soldiers available.

"Perhaps, the only way to save Highmaul is..." Kra'gok made up his mind, he stood up and retreated to the crowd.

"Well then." The expression on Mar'gok's face was as if his soul had been taken away. He slumped on the animal skin blanket with some weakness and closed his four eyes. "Just as you wish, I hope that after mastering our power, the ogres will not be surpassed by the orcs."

"One day is a slave, and a lifetime is a slave. How can they surpass our former glory?"

Some ogres were still stubborn. They beat their chests with their hands to pay tribute to the head who made a difficult decision.

Then, although these old actors were happy in their hearts that their wealth, status and lives were preserved, their faces were still stern, and they looked like they had no choice but to do it. They walked towards the tent where Grommash was with resolute steps.

But no one saw that after they left, Mar'gok, who was still in a state of despair just now, smiled.

He looked at the tent where Nergo was and thought: Do you know why I am the king now?

Because there are always fools.