Chapter 145 Blackstone Foundry
Death's Nightmare, as the base camp of the Laughing Skull Orcs, is not far away. In less than an hour, the orcs rushed to Death's Nightmare.
And the result?
Of course, it was effortless to drive the plants out of the Nightmare of Death, and even the trees outside the camp were uprooted in the whirlwind.
Today, it is the third day after the battle. During these days, the Dragonmaw clan has also been successfully persuaded by him to join the tribe.
"Your Majesty, we have burned all the controlled orcs to death. There are absolutely no plant spores left on the living people." Kaz chuckled. In the battles of the past few days, it was obvious that Nergo won the victory. His respect.
On the other side, another Dragonmaw orc also came over and reported, "Your Majesty, the dragoons have investigated clearly. In the east, there are still scattered plants that have come to the Yongmao Woodland." The orc's expression was a little solemn, " They seemed to be driven here by some force."
Drive away?
Nelgo had an idea in his mind. Could it be that the spells released by Gul'dan in Tanaan Jungle caused damage to the environment, causing the plants to choose to leave Tanaan Jungle and come to Gorgrond?
I believe that friends who often release evil energy spells know that the pollution of nature by evil energy is simply comparable to that of void, or even better.
If Gul'dan really became a climate in Tanaan Jungle, then this conjecture seems reasonable.
Nergo was a little silent. The problems in Tanaan Jungle must be solved, but these are still too far away from him at the moment. The primitive vegetative people in Evergreen Grove are not so easy to solve, and the demons in Tanaan Jungle are also a difficult opponent.
"It's still a little too slow." Nergo packed his bags, told the Laughing Skull Orcs that they were about to leave, and ordered them to follow the Dragonmaw Clan to Nagrand. Then, he headed north all the way to the Gobi Wasteland. OK.
The Blackstone Foundry is where the Blackstone Orcs have lived for generations. It is not only a melting pot, but also a steel fortress. Nergo did not move forward after he arrived at the outskirts of the foundry. He found the guard guarding him and followed him. Go inside the foundry.
Dang Dang.
Dang Dang.
As soon as he entered the foundry, countless hammering sounds rang in Nelgo's ears. Almost every orc here can forge, and skilled blacksmiths can be seen forging weapons in various locations in the Blackstone Foundry.
If they went all out, this foundry alone could even supply the weapons and equipment the tribe needed.
The same goes for their chief Black Hand. The tall Blackstone Chief wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had just finished forging a black axe.
He glanced at Nergo, who was also looking at him.
He is tall - the tallest orc he has ever seen, extremely intimidating - with arms washed by lava and a body that is exposed to lava, making him look like the phantom form of Deathwing.
His voice was heavy, "You said you are here to save the Blackstone Clan? I have the impression that the Warsong Clan did save us once during the red natural disaster a few years ago, so I will give you a chance to speak. You'd better think Think about what you want to say."
Nergo went straight to the point. He has now prepared everything Blackhand wants. If he still cannot agree with the tribe's cause, then he will find a way to start a civil war in the Blackstone clan.
How come the remnant or rebellious Black Stone is not a Black Stone?
"I am not pretending to be a ghost on this trip, chief. If you are well-informed, you should know the fact that the plants in the east are migrating to Gorgrond."
Black Hand nodded slightly and shook his huge bald head, "The crisis you are talking about is those plants?"
Obviously, this is a problem, but it's not big enough that Blackhand needs to join forces with other orcs to face it.
"No, I'm talking about the person...the force that made them migrate."
"Can you make plants scared?" Blackhand became interested. Even Goron could not scare away plants.
"Yes, Gul'dan, I don't know if he has found you, but you can ask the shaman in the tribe, and the element will tell him the evil deeds Gul'dan has committed."
Blackhand did as he said, and the shaman told Blackhand the story of the great villain Gul'dan with an angry look on his face, and this bad guy actually destroyed the Bleeding Ring clan.
ah?
Not only the Black Hand, but Nergo was also surprised. The Seven Heroes were just gone?
It's better now, there's no need to go to Tanaan Jungle at all.
Blackhand was also quite surprised. He didn't expect that the chief who had ruled the clan for decades would be defeated by an unknown little man.
"You heard it, Chief." Nergo breathed out, "Some clans have been poisoned by him. If we still pursue isolation, then all the clans will be defeated one by one."
"So you came to me to form an alliance?" Black Hand asked him.
"Yes and no." Nelgo said an answer that Blackhand didn't expect. "I'm here to make you loyal to Hellscream."
What! ?
The black hand slapped the table, looking a little unhappy.
"Grommash is the chief, and I am also the chief. Why does he want me to be loyal to him?"
"You are just a chief now, but Grommash is the only great chief in the world." Nergo looked directly into Blackhand's angry eyes, "From south to north, the arakkoa, draenei, ogres , and all the orc tribes are loyal to Grommash. As the envoy of the warchief, I represent the authority of the tribe and the warchief."
Nergo said: "Join the Horde. The united tribes will help you realize your ambitions and help your clan become stronger."
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All clans have joined the Horde?
The expression on Blackhand's face kept changing. If that was the case, it seemed that he had to join.
At this time, Blackhand was very similar to Durotan in the original plot. He was not very interested in joining the Horde, but if he did not join, he would be excluded by other clans.
Looking at Blackhand's expression, Nergo continued to describe to Blackhand what he had said to Grommash and other chieftains, and took out a drawing.
"I heard that you are the best orc blacksmith in the world."
"Of course." Blackhand looked arrogant. Can anyone, like him, forge the weapons needed by the entire clan army overnight?
Can anyone, like him, make a contract with the elements and bring the Hammer of Destruction back to the orc clan?
"Then take a look at these drawings." Nergo handed Blackhand some drawings of him and the Draenei that he got from Urban.
Blackhand's expression changed from frowning to astonishment. He looked at the contents of the first, second...papers with an expression of disbelief.
These drawings showed weapons. Each drawing showed a terrifying killing machine. On it, Blackhand saw a small round ball. It looked inconspicuous, but throwing it out could cause an explosion. There was another drawing, a round tube, which could launch something called a cannonball, which could not only destroy the enemy's army, but even flatten mountains and create large pits on the ground. There was another drawing, which might have come from the Draenei, because it actually recorded a terrifying ship that could fly into the sky, depicting to Blackhand the equipment needed to conquer the sky.
"You are greedy for power, I know, it's not shameful, you have honor, you can die for the clan, I know that too." Nergo said: "But are you really satisfied with your power only in a small place? Why don't you join the tribe and let the whole world know your name, Blackhand?"
Blackhand was still flipping through the drawings. The more he looked, the more shocked he was. It can even be said that he grasped the most desired part of his heart.
Warships, artillery, spaceships, mines, grenades...
There is even a drawing of a cold weapon. Although a cold weapon seems a bit out of place in these drawings, it is what Nergo specifically requested.
This is the drawing of a hammer. It was designed by the best blacksmiths of the orcs, the Draenei craftsmen and the ogre blacksmiths.
This is a drawing that was born from the thoughts and technologies of the three races. There is no doubt that if it is made according to the drawing, it will be a divine weapon.
Blackhand's eyes were almost nailed on it. He kept looking at this drawing and didn't continue to read it.
"What is the name of this weapon?" There are names marked on other weapons, but this hammer is different.
"Hand of Darkness, or you can give it a new name."
"No, just Hand of Darkness, a good name, it is simply my perfect weapon." For so many years, Blackhand has been creating a perfect weapon for himself, but he has always felt that there are many shortcomings, some of which are even not as good as his lava arm, which is not acceptable.
And today he saw a weapon that suits him best - Hand of Darkness.
"Join the Horde, can I get it?"
"Not only it, but also more weapons. As long as you join the Horde, the weapons of the entire Horde will be created in your hands, and the technology of the Horde will be displayed in your hands." Nergo said: "This will be the only way for the orcs to rule the world. As long as we unite, Gul'dan can only kneel down and beg for death."
Finally, Blackhand made up his mind. Whether it was the conquest and salvation promised by the Horde or the drawings provided by Nergo, these tightly grasped his needs, and these things were enough to satisfy his greed.
"The Blackrock Clan will support Grommash." He put away the drawings, his face full of excitement, and he couldn't wait to forge his own artifact now.
"Then send your best blacksmiths to Nagrand." Nergal opened his arms to Blackhand, "More powerful weapons will be forged by the Blackrock Clan."
Blackhand hugged Nergal, who felt the heaviness and heat of the lava, but his elemental body did not make him feel any discomfort, because he was an elemental creature.
"In the name of the tribe."
"Let us crush the enemies of the orcs."