Only a broken iron fist fortress was left, now it was more like a terrifying mountain maze. The bricks and tiles that were burned black and deformed after the earth hell formed a hideous and curious posture. The north wind blew from the frozen wasteland in the north of the Namoan Mountains passed through the rugged rocks in the "maze" and made a sound "whimper", as if it was the screams of the iron rock dwarfs and human coalition soldiers who were burned to death in the war of more than a thousand years.

The Khan "Dragon Heart" of the Orc Blade Tribe, Asog, sat upright in the only complete building in the Iron Fist Fortress. Of course, it is said to be complete, in fact, half of the walls facing the west mountain wall have completely collapsed, and half of the entire house has been burned to black. However, from the appearance, it can still be vaguely judged that this is a very majestic castle-shaped building.

There was a bonfire in front of Asog, and the food was roasting. The meat chops on the grill were very loud. The sound of the steaks on the grill was that they emitted an oily smell, but it was difficult to tell which part of the animal it was. Even human flesh was not completely impossible. There were still many such bonfires and simple stoves in the entire fortress, and blue smoke floated densely in the wide Iron Rock Canyon, but Asog and the orcs sitting around the bonfire did not seem to care. At this time, the mountains around the Iron Rock Canyon were shrouded in thick clouds and mist. There was no worry that the high-ranking Federal fleet would find them-even if they were discovered. Asog and his friends who were gnawing on all the unknown creatures were worried that they would not come.

"Asorg, did you plan to rebellion from those Nirumma dealers?" A giant orc man, who was about two meters tall, sat cross-legged on one side of the fire. He had just finished gnawing a bone almost as thick as a human calf, threw it into the fire. He asked in a very casual tone while cutting the lean meat from the grill with his own knife. His tone was as relaxed and casual as if he was chatting.

"Niruma dealer" is the orc's contempt for the Nikiant. Of course, it is relatively common. Compared with the contempt for "Nord Monkey", "Highland Pig", and "Two-legged Sheep", it is already considered polite.

"Even if it is me, it's impossible to design it to this point." The young Khan of the Ribian clan suddenly showed a layered smile that was different from most orc tribes: "The current leader of Nilu is a spoiled young man with great talent. He dared to disobey the orders of the Nord Royal family, and he ignored me. The young man who had been seen on the battlefield is still working hard to succeed in building a Nilu Kingdom, right?"

"Niru Kingdom? Hahaha, if it's a joke, Asog, your joke is really good." The orc giant dropped the knife in his hand, as if he had really heard something interesting, and he was so happy to slap the ground.

The name of this orc man is Gulok, or the orc warrior known as the "Skull Brokener" Gulok, and the Khan of the Litto Tribe. This is a young and powerful khan. He is one of the most brave tribe khans on the entire prairie, and he is also the leader of the clan with a good relationship with "Dragon Heart". According to blood ties, he is the distant cousin of "Dragon Heart" Asoge, but it is not surprising that such a relative relationship is spread throughout every orc's clan leader.

"I'm just a little sure of that when all the great powers of mankind are in chaos, there is no reason only the Nords can stay out of the matter." Asog added with a half-joking and half-serious attitude.

"A person who is too confident in himself and too unconfidence with himself is indeed a troublesome thing once he becomes a leader. It seems that this Neuru leader is also the former, but Asog, don't worry, you are still one of these people?" The orc sitting on the left of Gulok looked quite old. His body was even a little hunched, but his muscles were still full of strong and tough spirit. His topaz eyes were still as sharp as swords, like an old tiger. Even when he was old, he was still the most powerful predator in the jungle, and sometimes he was more pragmatic, fatal and dangerous than his younger counterparts.

His name is Kruza, Khan of the Thunder Claw Tribe, and an old orc tribe leader who is still energetic and powerful.

"Those who sit here are people who are willing to believe me and are ready to gamble with me." Asog said seriously to the old orc who is old enough to be his father: "Kruza Khan, just as you told me when you left Orgrimmar, the descendants of the Father of Heaven and the Mother of Earth, and the followers of the God of War, should be firm in their goals at any time. As long as you make up your mind, you must fight until the blood in your body is completely dried up."

"Then we have to see if the blood value is worth it." The old Khan was not moved by the other party's passionate lines. At his age, his status was actually not just a simple "war battle".

"It doesn't matter if we form an alliance with the undead. Although I don't like those skeletons and rotten zombies, the ancestors at least have the experience of fighting side by side with them. However, Asog, at least I need to know that even if we fight side by side with them, completely destroy the floating fleet of the Federation and make great achievements that are hard to find, what can we get?" Old Khan said: "The strategic focus of the people of Tianling is still in the Great Lakes under our noses. Black man basin? Dragon claw peninsula? These are all separated by the natural danger of the Namoan Mountains. Cattle and sheep do not eat grass, but have to chew the sand in the sky. This is probably something that many tribesmen cannot understand."

"Even if you want to chew the grass in front of you, you must really unite these cattle and sheep." The young orc Khan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the old and "cautious" Khan: "We need victory, old man, you understand why. If you really can't figure it out, you won't resolutely lead the soldiers of the Leibian clan to join here."

The old orc smiled, and a cunning expression flashed across his face: "I just simply want to know what the warriors who participated in the tribe will get after the end of this battle. The future is too far away, and I don't know if I can see that day, so I won't think about it."

"...There are nearly 300,000 people in the Heiman City basin. The magicians in the sky regard this place as their future strategic base. You can imagine how much wealth they have invested in it." Asoge also showed a playful smile similar to a businessman: "After the battle, you can not seal the sword, it depends on how many of your subordinates can take it. Just don't play and take it off."

"This sentence is enough." Old Khan seemed very satisfied, and returned to his calm and steady style, and began to slowly cut the barbecue. The face that was as merciless as a small vendor just now seemed to be an illusion.

"Since we are here, we will definitely fight you to the end. Asog!" A young orc who is even a few years younger than Asog sat aside, using his own knife to insert a piece of barbecue and slowly roasted on the fire: "I am also very interested in your combat plan. Such an organized military use is probably the first time for the orcs. Whether it is your friend or a khan of a tribe, I am really interested in seeing where you, the khan who is the "most unlike orcs", can take us."

"So, I just called you. Ser, my dear friend." Asog laughed: "There are not many tribe khans who believe me, the 'most unlike orc' guy."

"I don't believe you, I just want to find a different enemy to fight." Gulok let out a rough laugh.

"I don't believe you either. I just want to make a big deal for the winter for the tribe." The old Kruza Khan laughed dryly.

"I'm just because of my personal interest." The youngest Khan present, the leader of the Storm Clan, said with a hand: "If the facts can prove that when we, the people of Tianling, will make immortal achievements when they use our brains, we, the closed and suffering race, will find an opportunity for change."

At this time, a goshawk suddenly soared from the north sky. It hovered over the Iron Fist Fortress for half a circle, made a sharp long sound, and began to land, directly towards the bonfire where the four khans were sitting. It changed its form in the air, turned into a short and elf human form, landed in front of the khans, and knelt on one knee.

In addition to his unusually short body, he is also a person with a typical orc appearance. He has an animal bone shaman necklace hanging on his chest, and he has a wooden crutch by himself. His chest muscles are covered with bloody orc totems and runes. The connection between his hands and torso, and even thick wings that have not yet faded.

The Khan of the Rib Clan sucked out all the bone marrow from the flesh and bones in his hand, then clapped his hands and said unsatisfiedly: "Are you here?"

"At the latest, tomorrow dawn will block the northern pass of the Iron Rock Canyon."

"Where is the undead?"

"According to your original plan, I have been on standby at the scheduled location." A short shaman who seemed to be a combination of orcs and birds, answered in a very loud voice.

"Very good." The young Khan stood up, looked at the other three Khans by the campfire, and gave orders in a natural tone: "Please send orders to everyone. You must use up dinner within half an hour, and you must complete the team within an hour. Go to their respective positions as planned. If you want to win, please take your place before you arrive in the early morning!"
Chapter completed!