Chapter 28: Plotting Against the Burning Blade Clan

Although Nergo went out quite often, every time he went out, it was because he went hunting with the hunting team, so the captain who led the hunting team was responsible for communicating with the guards guarding the city wall. This was the first time he really communicated with these guards.

Several orcs on the city wall wore leather armor, held bows and arrows, and tied axes around their waists.

Under the city wall, the wolf cavalry wore animal skin robes on the outside, a set of armor inside, and held a big knife.

Yes, this is the same as the sword master. The weapons of the orc wolf cavalry are similar to the sword master's long sword.

They are all weapons like door panels.

And one of the tasks of these wolf cavalry at this time is to check the identities of the orcs coming in and out.

Go up, show your identity, and enter Grommashar smoothly.

Except for the need to explain the identity of Lantresor who accompanied them, they hardly encountered any trouble.

After all, apart from Nergo, Tazag is also a well-known orc here.

"I never thought that after being away from home for so long, I would still be the same after returning." Nergo sighed. If there was no subsequent intervention from the Legion, the orc clans might be the same as the Warsong Clan.

Conservative, lack of change.

"Different." Tazar shook his head and smiled mysteriously.

"Who did you learn this smile from?" Nergo was full of black lines. You said that you, a rough orc, actually learned to play mysterious?

Okay, I shouldn't discriminate against your race.

"Well, to put it simply, Chief Hellscream is organizing the newly-adult orcs to participate in the raider training these days. Maybe the wolf riders will have some big moves." Tazar said, "And I just happen to be lucky enough to become a member of the raiders."

"Then you have to train seriously. Chief Hellscream has always been strict with the raiders." Nergo was somewhat relieved that his brother Tazar could become a raider.

What? You said it's not appropriate to use the word "relieved" here?

Don't bother with the shaman's business!

After chatting and laughing, the three of them came to Grommash's throne.

The chieftain, who had long known that a swordmaster was coming, sat on his throne early, waiting for their arrival.

Generally speaking, being able to come to this open-air throne is considered entering the center of power in Grommash.

There are only Grommash and a few plunderers here. Just like the previous two years, Grommash is still strong, and the sharpness and bravery of the young orcs are fully displayed in him.

And his throne, the big tree that once witnessed his shame in a battle, still has the heads of those ogres hanging on it.

"Good afternoon, chieftain." Nergo and the other two saluted.

"Well." Grommash said slowly: "The swordmaster of the Burning Blade Clan?"

"I used to be the swordmaster of the Burning Blade Clan, and I will still be the swordmaster of the Burning Blade Clan in the future. Only now I am not." Lantresor said firmly.

"So, you are an exile?" Grommash asked with interest.

"Yes, I lost the chance to prove my glory, and now I want to take him back." Lantresor looked straight into Grommash's eyes, and saw a trace of contempt in his eyes and his expression.

"If I remember correctly, in tradition, only weak and incompetent orcs will be exiled." Grommash looked at Nergo who brought him in and said, "You should know what I hate the most, right?"

"It's different." Nergo shook his head.

Lantresor immediately retorted, "Chief, I have no intention of despising your authority, but you seem to be a little too arbitrary."

"They violated tradition and lost their glory. They are the cowards!" Lantresor's voice gradually became louder, and finally even turned into a roar.

But this did not arouse Grommash's disgust at all, but instead a little interest.

His voice was steady, and the contempt in his eyes disappeared, "So, in fact, you have a heart that wants to pursue glory, right?"

"Glory is my life!" Lantresor replied.

"Well then." Grommash asked, "What's your name?"

"Lantressor Fireblade."

"So, are you here to join the Warsong Clan or to seek help from the Warsong Clan?" Grommash asked, "If you want to seek help, what kind of help do you want?"

Lantressor looked indifferent, "I just need the coward Dal Triple Bloodblade to accept my Mak'gora!"

"Dal Triple Bloodblade?" Grommash lowered his head and pondered for a while. When he raised his head, he smiled, "He is also a long-established swordmaster. Are you so sure you can defeat him?"

"His blood will stain my sword red." Lantresor's face was 100% confident.

"Very good." Grommash said, "I will help you regain your glory and return to the clan, but it will not be without a price."

Of course, Lantresor would not say anything like "What is the price?" at this time, and Nergo was not worried that his chieftain would be killed by a jump slash.

"I need the loyalty of the Burning Blade Clan." Grommash said, "I admire you, so I hope we can always fight side by side in the future."

"I will not sell out the interests of the clan." Lantresor did not give Grommash this face.

Even his expression became a little cold.

Although the Burning Blade Clan was a reliable ally of the Warsong Clan, he could tell that Grommash wanted the entire clan.

"It's not about betraying the interests of the clan." Nergo suddenly interjected: "On the contrary, it will make your clan stronger."

"Strong?" Lantrexo was slightly confused. If my clan was gone, I would be very powerful.

Seeing that Lantrexo had not turned this corner, Nelgo immediately transformed into a dog-headed military counselor and began to state the interests for him.

"The benefits are huge!" Nergo was confused.

"Your clan is already extremely poor. Not to mention trading with the draenei, the little place in Havalo can afford to raise orcs."

"Your clan lacks shamans. I've heard that there are only a few so-called flame prophets. There are floods on weekdays, and sudden droughts and the like can't play a big role."

"Lack of the power to open up the land, the only warriors the entire clan can use besides the sword master are villagers."

…………

After talking about it for a while, Nergo described the Burning Blade clan as almost like a slum. It was a place where three people who didn't have enough to eat, didn't have enough clothes to wear, and who were poor had to wear the same pair of pants when they went out.

But Lantrexo didn't have any good way to refute it, after all, it was true after all!

Then if the Burning Blade clan is really rich, who would be stupid? Just living in a small village in Havalo.

After discovering that Lantrexo really didn't understand anything, Nelgo's words became smoother and more passionate, and he also added some body movements from time to time.

You are more confident than some successful people on the podium who trick you into buying books.

In the end, Nergo began to praise the Warsong clan again. It was trivial to say that they had abundant soldiers and food, national security and people's happiness, millions of armors, and thousands of good generals. It was just a matter of "ten wins and ten losses" for the fledgling sword master. "On".

But Guo Fengxiao is Guo Fengxiao after all.

Nergo thought for a long time and couldn't come up with ten victories and ten defeats. In the end, he had to make up the Seven Deadly Sins for the Burning Blade Clan led by Dar.