Chapter 131 What Tielang Wants Is Simple

"Take me to see the Iron Wolf!" Nergo repeated again. Looking at the orcs with fear on their faces, he began to get impatient.

Is he really the adjutant of the chieftain of the Warsong Clan? Have they reached the point where they can appoint non-orcs as clan leaders?

The leading orc did not comment. In front of this fluent orc language, he was more inclined to believe that what Nergo said was true.

Under his command, the Thunder God orcs had to obey his orders. They took Nergo to Grom'gar's location.

Grom'gar, this place is very similar to other Thunder God clan strongholds. It is a fortress built on the skeleton of a huge Cyclops Magron.

To be honest, it's hard to imagine. Just outside the fortress, looking at the head that may be the size of a hundred orcs, Nergo admired these warriors who could hunt Magron.

And isn't this exactly why he came to the Thunder God clan?

The Thundergod Clan, the name of this clan comes from the fact that one of their former chieftains once killed the powerful Gronn alone at Thunder Peak.

As the most powerful beast hunter in all of Draenor, for hundreds of years,

in the cruel land of Frostfire Ridge, the Thundergod Clan has survived tenaciously with courage and bravery. At the same time, they tamed flying dragons and split-hoofed bulls as mounts to hunt prey and Gronn together.

In Nergo's vision, this clan will not only be able to win victory for the tribe in the sky like the Dragonmaw Clan, but also rely on split-hoofed bull cavalry to break through the enemy's line.

Came to the mouth of the Magnaron, which is the entrance to Grom'gar.

I saw several Thundergod Clan soldiers riding their mounts, holding spears and guarding here.

Not long after Nergo arrived, a Thundergod orc came out to guide him to the core area of ​​Grom'gar. This guide spoke very little, just as cold as the Gronn bone necklace on his neck.

Although there was no communication, Nergo still observed a lot of information with his own eyes.

For example, these orcs living in the extreme cold have the same brown skin as the Warsong orcs, but they seem to prefer spears to axes and hammers, and because they are good at hunting giant beasts through coordinated operations, they are more united than other small clans, and this unity is what Nergo appreciates the most.

Thinking of this, Nergo couldn't help but look forward to the Blackrock Clan, which is known for its strict discipline.

Soon, Nergo saw the target of his trip, Fenris Wolf Vein, also known as Iron Wolf.

Fenris is a special orc. He was born in the Frostwolf Clan, but because of his different ideas from his father, he chose to join the Thundergod Clan, and ascended to the position of chieftain in the Thundergod Clan with his bravery.

Although he cannot be compared with the legendary chiefs who were named the Seven Heroes in his previous life, Iron Wolf is still a warrior worthy of respect and enlistment.

"The Iron Wolf is waiting for you in the hall." The guard left with a word and rode away on his mount. Nergo shook his head at the hall in front of him and walked straight in.

It can be seen that the Thunder God clan really loves the Gronn.

The decorations on their bodies are the teeth of the Gronn, the beasts they train are for hunting the Gronn, their armor is the skin of the Gronn, and even their tents are made of the bones of the Gronn.

No wonder they are called giant butchers.

And with such a fierce tribe, their chieftain will naturally not disappoint Nergo.

Fenris is tall and strong, with a single ponytail that is very common among orcs, and a snow-white wolf skin on his brown skin. Like Grommash, he has very little armor on his body, except for two huge shoulder pads and a wolf-shaped helmet.

"To be honest, I admire the Warsong orcs." Fenris said, "Your clan is very brave, and the chieftain is also very courageous."

"You are the same, tall and look full of bravery, which is worth my trip."

"But I really can't understand why the Warsong orcs came to Frostfire Ridge."

"Just as you said." Nergo raised his eyebrows, "We also admire you and your clan."

"Maybe you don't know that Grommash's army has completely conquered Highmaul."

Nergo looked at Fenris's incredible surprise and was very satisfied.

"And he also got the loyalty of some Saberfangs and Draenei."

"Wait, you mean the Draenei?" Fenris showed a hint of mockery on his face, "Will they be willing to accept the leadership of a foreign race?"

"Isn't it the same for the Thunder God orcs?" Nergo looked at him with interest, "Becoming the chieftain of Thunder God with the blood of the Frostwolf, right? Iron Wolf."

"What are you talking about?" Fenris' heart trembled, and his voice began to sound a little wrong.

All the Thundergod orcs only know that their chieftain is named Iron Wolf, but they don't know that he is the son of Chief Frostwolf.

"Nothing, I just want to show you that sometimes it's okay for a foreign race to rule." Nergo smiled gently, "At least after you became the chieftain, the Thundergod clan has become much stronger."

Fenris's mood calmed down a little, "What do you want to say?"

"Unity, courage." Nergo sighed with some regret, "But your clan is missing something, making your clan seem a little... fragile."

"I didn't know that the Warsong orcs would speak in this way." Fenris snorted, "You really opened my eyes, King Nergo."

"But I am somewhat interested in what you said. Go on."

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Nergo nodded, "Of course."

"I saw a lot of things in your camp, such as various beasts and well-trained hunters. They all serve in your army."

"What's wrong with that?"

Fenris was a little unhappy. His clan conquered the snowy mountains, hunted behemoths, and defeated the Blade Tower Ogres that swept across Frostfire Ridge two years ago. Such a powerful army was actually evaluated as fragile?

Fenris really wanted to know what his proud army lacked in Nergo's eyes.

"Yes, of course."

Nergo had already thought about how to convince Fenris.

"If you only look at your warriors as hunters, then they are indeed very good, united enough, well-trained, and able to endure the cold, but if you look at it by the standards of a conqueror, your clan is simply too weak."

"What do you mean?" Fenris frowned.

"Literally." Nergal said, "Have you ever thought that one day the army you command will be able to achieve the same feat as Grommash conquered Highmaul?"

"One day in your army, there will be elite soldiers from various tribes for you to command, the Thunderlord clan will become stronger in your hands, countless lands and races will be included in your rule, when future generations mention the Thunderlord clan, their first reaction is the Iron Wolf, even if your father knows your true identity, he will have to admit that you are the best of his three sons."

"Have you thought about these?" Nergal asked him.

Fenris suddenly laughed and said, "I understand, you want to win us over to join the Warsong Clan?"

It must be said that what Nergal said was exactly what he longed for.

"Not the Warsong Clan, but the Horde." Nergo corrected this mistake, which was not a mistake, and said, "Think about it, why does your clan hunt Gronn? Because they are encroaching on the land that should belong to the orcs."

"Why do you want to kill the Bladespire Ogres? Or because they are encroaching on the land of the orcs."

"It can be said that the only thing you need to live in Frostfire Ridge is land and resources." Nergo stepped forward and looked directly at Fenris: "And we can let you trade with the ogres and Draenei for better weapons, warmer beds, and tastier food, as well as more land."

"Is Frostfire Ridge enough? If not, is the entire Draenor enough? If not, I still have more!"

Just as some bosses always like to draw pie in the sky, Nergo directly drew a big pie.

Anyway, they are all empty checks, why not open a bigger one?

Nergo said a bold idea, so bold that even Fenris dared not think of it, "Think about it, the Draenei are from another world, so why can't we, like them, take their spaceships to more worlds? Come, join us and make a blood oath. I, Nergo, swear that under the tribe's front, we will conquer our world and thousands of worlds. By then, you can have as much land as you want! As much cheers and praise as you want! In front of such a powerful clan, will your father continue to say that your ideas are wrong as before?"

It must be said that Fenris was moved, and greed began to show in his eyes. How brilliant was the future described by Nergo, countless orcs united under a big flag, leading many servants to sweep the whole world, he called this the expedition of orcs? Yes, that's it.

"Then my king, please continue to tell me about our future clan."

Nergo curved his mouth, "First, please call it the tribe."