The legal head of the Orgrimmar Clan Alliance, the "Heart of Dragon" Asog, who had just ascended to the throne of Khan of the Golden Tent, was certainly impossible to reach the peak of life at this time.

At this moment, the dilemma facing him and his 300,000 people is very realistic.

Since ten days ago, when coalition forces in the south arrived at the Thunder Cliff Fortress and met with the Nord army, he realized that his strategic plan to defend against the enemy had completely gone bankrupt. The bottom lane and the middle lane, no, the southern and central fronts had completely collapsed. Considering in the extreme direction, the two armies might have been wiped out. His friends and left and right hands, "Son of the Wind" Ser and "Skull Broken" Gulok were also in danger.

No more reinforcements will come. The 300,000 Orgrima soldiers and civilians inside the Thunder Cliff Fortress became lonely soldiers who were completely trapped to death.

"Today, don't you even save me face in the weather?" The orc who had done the routine inspection during the day today looked at the sky and smiled bitterly.

At the end of dusk, the last ray of sunshine finally disappeared behind the majestic Atlas mountains in the distance. As a result, no light could be seen in the gloomy sky. Thick dark clouds covered all the stars in the sky, and the bitter cold wind immediately made a howling sound like ghosts crying and howling. This was a more violent time than the previous north wind. Even the orcs who were used to the severe cold weather and had thick skin and flesh felt that the sound of the wind blew on their faces, and it hurt like a knife.

"At least we can be sure that the enemies outside the city will feel worse than us." Asog said to his subordinates, which immediately attracted a smile. At least at this time, he must not lose his spirit at will. The more desperate he is, the more he should maintain a positive revolutionary romanticism. For a qualified political leader, this should be common sense.

"If the enemy dispatches such a large army, it will inevitably emptiate the last gold coin in the national treasury and will not last long. At that time, whether to retreat, attack, or negotiate, will split our enemies. No matter how powerful the army is, it will no longer be feared." He explained to everyone, and said with a fool: "Although Ser and Gulok were defeated, they were all fine, and they still retreated most of the troops and were being repaired. When the renovation is completed, they still have the power to fight again. At that time, the enemy in front of us was exhausted and the morale of the army was dispersed! At that time, we attacked each other in the two groups, and the victory would still belong to Orgrimmar! The clan alliance!"

"Victory will always belong to the people of the God of War!" A tauren shaman who looked very powerful, raised his iron rod and said loudly.

This guy should strictly fit the supporting role, but Asog frowned slightly.

"Yes, victory must belong to the people of the God of War." Asog added, his eyes glancing at the Tianling Shaman Longsas, who was sitting not far away without saying a word.

We all know that the Khan of the Golden Ban is theoretically the supreme leader of the Orgrimmar clan alliance, which is lifelong rather than hereditary, and is not a permanent position. On the other hand, the Tianling Shaman, as the chief of the Shaman Order, is equivalent to the supreme religious leader of the orcs in the field of spirit and faith. Not only is it the strongest among the shamans, but it must also enjoy a high status in the orc community. In fact, many "pious" orc clan khans often crawl on the ground and bow down to show respect when they meet the Tianling Shaman.

Anyone with some political knowledge can know with his knees that it would be strange if the relationship between the two can be better... However, Asog and Longsas are at least considered people who know the general knowledge. Of course, they cannot become friends, but at least when dealing with serious matters, they will not mislead things because of this slight grudge.

"Yes! I saw the will of the God of War. This is the test we must go through before we achieve a brilliant epic triumphal. It is the most difficult, most painful, and final test! Only the real warrior can cross thousands of mountains and reach the other end of honor!" The Tianling Shaman nodded slightly, and said to the generals at all levels.

Any orcs in Orgrimmar do not think they are "real warriors". They all screamed and patted their chests, and they all expressed their opinions that the human face-like elves and dwarfs who came in the day came to chop one, chop one, chop one, and one pair, and then one dozen, and then one spoonful of them. They were immediately filled with passionate revolutionary romanticism, as if they were no longer afraid.

So, overall, this dinner was full of fun for the guests. In order to prepare for this meal, Asog took out his "special ration" as the Khan of the Golden Tent, so that the orcs' generals at all levels could eat the most sumptuous dinner since the Thunder Cliff Fortress was completely blocked ten days ago. Orcs at all levels were indeed greatly encouraged, and both physical and mentally were fully cured (xi) and (nao), and felt that tomorrow might be another battle with the enemy outside the city for 800 rounds.

However, ordinary soldiers and generals needed revolutionary romanticism, but the highest level must not be tempted. So, after dinner, a subsequent conversation took place.

"Are Gulok and Thor really alive?" said Longsas.

"I hope this is... But from common sense, it should be a lot of danger, right? If they are still alive, even if they lose all their troops, they will definitely find ways to gather their strength to fight again and do their best to relieve their pressure. The enemy cannot easily transfer all the main forces under the Thunder Cliff." At this point, Asog couldn't help but stagnate for a moment, and his heart was thrust. As a politician who kills and decisively refuses to recognize his relatives, in his actual choice, he may indeed regard these two as chess pieces. Of course, it is very important for the pawns that cannot be sacrificed casually, but it is still chess pieces. But at this moment, he did feel real sadness. However, at this moment, even he himself did not know whether his sorrow was for their death or for the powerful army that was destroyed under their command.

"I originally thought that the southern and middle fronts could be maintained for more than a year. At that time, the enemy would naturally lose the confidence to continue confrontation." He sighed slightly: "If things develop as we imagined, the countries of the Black Soil Hills and the Dragon Claw Peninsula will be forced to use the last gold coin in their treasury, and the national government will be turbulent. Then, there was originally a feud, but it was just for the sake of common interests and the strong call of the Virgin Empire and the Federation, and what would happen now?"

It will be a dog's brain again. This is not difficult to guess. Anyone who has a normal IQ and has a certain understanding of the historical and political aspects of the Dragon Claw Peninsula and the Black Soil Hills can make such a judgment.

"Vigia has never been a wealthy country. The long-term army has not done its best to achieve its full expedition. The rebellious Lords of Nord must have their own small calculations. In this case, even if the Royal Yanor tries its best, they can only save the newly acquired land in the Great Lakes. Such a large area of ​​land will make the Nords with a vast land and sparse population malnourished. For a long time, they will lose the ability of Beigu... and we will also have a chance to breathe."

"A long-term confrontation will also waste our last bit of food storage. Even if your plan succeeds, next year's famine will starve at least one quarter of the people to death... The old people probably won't survive, and would rather turn themselves into food for young people, right?" Longsas sighed.

In fact, Orgrimmar's land is always far from fertile, and the nomadic community is far less resistant to natural disasters than the farming society. Although there are races such as goblins and kowtowers in this world with extremely unscientific reproduction ability, Cyclops and trolls will not starve, and Tartars, orcs, and even "vegetarian" centaurs, are not opposed to using goblins to fill their hunger when there is no way. Therefore, the nomadic primitive clan community of crickets can afford so many large carnivorous soldiers, which can be explained happily.

But even so, most of the time, the grazing and hunting harvest of ordinary orcs in the year cannot maintain sufficient food supply for the family throughout the year; therefore, in winter, elderly orcs and patients who have lost their ability to work and fight often choose to break themselves.

The orcs are no longer nervous and are "heroic" and cannot treat the corpses of their compatriots as food. However, they have tamed various livestock and war beasts, but they have the habit of eating meat. These old orcs who choose to end their lives have become the most important food for them to survive the winter. This may sound cruel, but it is also a bit tragic. However, for thousands of years, the orcs have been thriving in the Orgrimmar Wilderness, a wasteland that seems worthless by most civilized countries.

"I am ready to starve half of the people to death." A slight unshakable cruelty and ferocious look on Khan Jinzhang's face: "After we survive this level, we have a chance to breathe! At that time, we can completely wait for the severe turmoil that will inevitably arise in the international community. Time is actually on our side. I have confidence that as long as I give me some time, I can strengthen Orgrimmar's national strength to the greatest extent and strengthen the combat effectiveness of the soldiers. As long as there is a little more time, we still have the possibility of entering the south!"

Of course, the orcs wanted to obtain the warm and fertile land in the south, and even wanted to smell the fishy smell of the sea full of life. There were several times in history that they had infinitely approached success, but in the end they could only struggle hard in the Great Wilderness. This is their obsession and the goal of their efforts for dozens of generations.

"As long as I think of this, I feel sad. Sometimes, when I think about it carefully, I can't help but feel that the ancient gods, even the supreme will to create the world, are so unfair... From the moment we were born in this world, we were slaves of the Gerza people, and when we put in the hard work of several generations and finally no longer want to be slaves, Orgrimmar is no longer as fertile as the age of the gods. We are like being sent to the most remote place in the world, with no hope and no future." Speaking of this, the shaman leader who has become a few years old, the highest spiritual and religious leader of the orcs under the bloodthirsty king, looked at the highest political leader in front of us, who was much younger than ourselves, and smiled: "Asorg, young Khan, you have done everything you can do. If you were not born in Orgrimmar, you might have done more."

"I am already a Khan of the Golden Tent. My dear Cang, what else do you want to do?" Asog couldn't help but smile.

"Is the Khan of the Khan who lost the Golden Point and the Nine-Character Flag?"

"Hey hey hey hey, the best man to teach me how to use an axe, and you were the one who taught me how to use my brain. But after knowing you for decades, I still don't know how to hit you as a venomous snake." The young Khan of the Golden Tent couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"However, my least likable student is you, Ahsog! Don't let me recall the nightmare I was teaching you clan Khan's successors!"

"Is that? I thought that was the happiest time of my life." Asog grinned, his smile still seemed very clear as usual. The young orc Khan seemed to never see any pessimism and despair. It is precisely because of this that so many outstanding people are willing to follow him without regrets.

"What do you think again?" Longsas asked in a serious voice, put away his remembrance smile.

"...Well, waiting for the rescue of the Holy Secret of the God of War? Didn't you feel it? All the shamans and all the God of War priests should feel it! He returned, and we had the backbone." Asog said seriously.

"...This joke is meaningless at all." Longsas sighed, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice: "Orcs will never be slaves! This is not empty talk to us. We need a totem object that can inspire the blood of all clans of Orgrimmar. We need a unified voice to call on all Orgrimmar clans. We need orcs, taurs, centaurs, trolls and cyclops into one. At that time, the Holy See of Pakens appeared. We need him, and he needs us, that's that simple."

"Hey hey hey, teacher... I always feel that I am rebellious enough, so among the clan khans, or the Khans of the Golden Tent, I am the one who lacks the most piousness towards the Sacred Seal of War. But as a shaman of the Heavenly Spirit, you are theoretically the chief priest of the Sacred Seal of War! It's equivalent to the pope on the Great Hall. Is it really good to say such words?"

"Haha, you ignorant fool student! The power of shamanic magic comes from ancient inheritance, and it has nothing to do with the Sacred Sacred Seal of War. After so many years, even you clan Khans felt that shamans were equal to the priests of the Sacred Seal of Pakens. How could this make the ancient shaman ancestors feel!" The Tianling Shaman curled his lips and sighed heavily: "After all, we still have to rely on ourselves... For a thousand years, we have been relying on ourselves."

Asog also put away his hippie smile, and his voice slowly sank with his expression: "So, teacher, can we defend Thunder Cliff with our current strength?"

The Tianling Shaman shook his head silently, not knowing whether he was saying "can't defend" or "not knowing". He could only use a tone that he didn't believe it too much, and slowly said: "In history, both the Gersa people and the orcs have had the experience of repelling the enemy with the strong city defense of Thunder Cliff."

"...History is often just a story in the face of reality. What's more, that person is now in the army." Khan's face showed a helpless frustration: "With him here, I really don't have confidence."

Yes, it is precisely because of his existence that Asog's plan to "defend the enemy outside the country" that he thought was foolproof was completely bankrupt. However, this was not Khan's fault. Who would have thought that a partial army formed by a mob could rush into the heartland of Orgrimmar, and be invincible?

Asog Khan must not know Xiang Yu, but at this time there was a kind of sadness that "I am destroyed by heaven, and it is not a crime of war."

"We can only fight alone." Longsas smiled and patted Khan's shoulder: "Anyway, it's just death. Then, orcs can always rise again. In history, there is also no shortage of Tianling Shaman and Golden Tent Khan who died in battle, right?"

Asog spread his hands and smiled relievedly. Just as he was about to say something, a voice suddenly rang beside the two of them.

"It's not just fighting alone! I originally thought that you should have some confidence in me."

A young orc who looked ordinary and ordinary, was standing in the room where the two were talking, silently, like a ghost. He was trampling his hands, without any malice, and had a friendly smile on his face. However, he did not deliberately hide his condescending look in his eyes, facing the supreme leader of the political and religious aspects of the orc community.

Asog and Ronsas exchanged glances and guessed the other party's identity almost at the same time.

"The Holy See..." Longsas nodded slightly, let's just say he was saluting. He was still saying bad things about the other party a few minutes ago, but now he has no embarrassing reaction.

"Have you recovered? Dear Holy See." Asog smiled.

"The damage to the Dharma body, especially the burning of the song of God's Punishment, is not a simple damage that can be restored, but my kingdom of gods is still there, and the divine fire is still burning. So, I am still alive! I will still fight side by side with you, just like countless battles a thousand years ago." Parkens, who transformed into an ordinary orc youth, did not put on the air of a god. He knew what attitude to use in front of whom: "I have a feasible plan!"
Chapter completed!