My Frostmourne can't be so cute

I plan to chop off your head, and then throw your stinking body like a dead fish back into the sea-Grom thought this way, but didn't say it.

"It's you, Tyrone? Gorefiend, what are your plans? Now that Gul'dan has disappeared, are you and your men still with us?" It was Zuherd who asked, and he was walking here. Come.

Compared with a month ago, Zuherd was noticeably thinner, his face was very poor, his eye sockets were sunken, and his steps were a bit erratic.

As Grom said before, they don’t carry enough food; Tyrone Gorefiend and his death knights don’t need to eat, but the orcs need it, and the goblin sailors... in order for them to complete this time. Sailing, the orcs also need to provide them with essential food.

When the food began to be insufficient, Grom fulfilled his previous promise-he really gave priority to the food rationing to the Warsong clan.

Of course, Grom was not so unrelenting. He didn't really eat anything to give to the Dragonmaw clan. What's more, Zuherd and his Dragonmaw clan practiced fishing hard during this more than a month. Technology can more or less get some marine fish and ease the pressure on food.

But Grom really didn’t give any food to the Blackfang clan-Zuherd had to distribute some of his clan’s rations to the Blackham brothers and their men, while saving as much as possible within his clan. , I finally insisted on reaching the ship's shore-of course, during this time Zuheed did not endure the complaints of the Blackham brothers. Although the two guys did not have the guts to protest against Grom, they were always there. Encouraged him to kill Grom.

"What do you mean by this, Zuherd." Tyrone? Gorefiend's voice was as steady as ever, but the discomfort in his voice could be clearly heard.

"Orgrim was defeated, and the army of the expedition returned only to you death knights; as soon as Grom and I returned to the base camp, you were already standing with Gul'dan. Now Gul'dan has disappeared, I just want to know, why didn't he bring you?" Zuherd's tone was full of mockery—like Orgrim, he thought Tyrone? Gorefiend was from Gul'dan.

"You are wrong, Zuherd. Gul'dan left without permission, but did not take me. This fully proves that the relationship between me and him is not as close as you think." Tyrone Gorefiend explained - just like He had become accustomed to the disgusting rancid smell emanating from his body, and he was also used to other orcs treating him as a vassal of Gul'dan.

"Hmph, who knows if you have any other attempts to stay." Zuherd curled his lips.He didn't know what Gul'dan wanted to do, but it was this ignorance that made Zuhed even more fear.(To be continued.)

Chapter 448: Fishing and Shipbuilding

The last time Gul'dan decided to take the orcs to invade this world, the results have now come out-tens of thousands of orcs have died in battle, only less than 10,000 remnants of defeated generals are left, and many are dead (Tyron? And his death knight).

This time, Gul'dan mysteriously disappeared; as long as he did not die in that endless ocean, no one knew what he would bring to the orcs.

"Zhuhed, you are wrong." Tyrone Gorefiend tore off his hat, revealing his shrunken face that can see the contours of human faces, although his voice is as calm as ever , But from the action point of view, he is still very excited.

"Zhuhd, although my body is a human being, it was Gul'dan who brought me back to this world. But unlike him, I still think of myself as an orc, and I am always ready for this Tribe sacrifice." Tyrone? Gorefiend said.

"It's ridiculous, then why don't you die with Orgrim?" Zuherd retorted with a sneer. He disapproved of Tyrone? Gorefiend's words-anyone would say beautiful things, but when death comes, no one can Face it calmly.

"You..." Tyrone? Gorefiend's hand involuntarily stretched out to the staff behind him-he wanted to teach this unobtrusive Zuherd.

"Shut up both of you!" Grom's roar interrupted everything.

"Tyron, you go and gather your subordinates; Zuherd, you go and gather the trash under your hands! If you two don't want to starve to death, just do as I said. We are going to this continent. Find something to eat in the depths." Grom commanded vigorously.

It can be seen that Grom is very satisfied with this new continent-importantly, the crimson soil reminds him of the world of Draenor-this soil seems to have been moisturized by blood, so Grom's desire to kill became more ardent.

"But... what are they going to do?" Zuherd pointed to the shore-where a team of goblin sailors were squatting on the ground with their heads in their heads, and the Warsong clan under Grom was watching them.

As soon as the fleet landed, Grom ordered these poor little guys to be driven off the boat. Zuherd didn’t know what Grom wanted to do, so he didn’t ask; now it seems... Grom I seem to have forgotten these goblins?

"Oh yes, don't you say that I almost forgot." Grom admitted this frankly, and he waved at his subordinates from a distance, "Kill them all!"

"Wait!" Zuherd stopped Grom, "Kill them, how can we leave?"

"Leaving? Why are we leaving?" Grom asked with staring eyes.

Zuherd opened his mouth-he didn't know he had no time to explain at this time-he could stop Grom, but he could not stop the group of warsong clan warriors on the beach, in just a blink of an eye. The group of goblin sailors has already flowed into a river of blood—this group of weak little men, when the orc slaughter came, did not even have a half resistance—though resistance is meaningless, but I have to say that this race is... born. Not suitable for combat.

"What if we can't stand up here? What if we need to return to that continent in the future? Without these goblins, how would we cross the ocean?" Zuherd finally spoke.

"Hmm..." Grom squeezed his chin with one hand, and he could see that he was indeed thinking about this question raised by Zuherd.

"For more than a month, I think you and the group of trash under yours are still learning fishing very quickly." Grom suddenly made a thoughtless sentence.

"Wh...what?" Zuherd didn't react for a while-what did Grom say?

"Since you learn to fish very quickly, you must learn other things very quickly." Grom didn't care what Zuherd said.He said to himself, "If we have a firm foothold on this road and want to counter/attack that continent in the future (fog... will not be harmonized?), you and your men will be responsible for shipbuilding and Let’s sail! Of course if we don’t have a firm foothold, then we’re all dead. What use can those boats keep.”

"How is this possible?" Zuherd's eyes widened-fishing is fishing, shipbuilding is shipbuilding, how can it be the same?

"Well, Zuherd, while our troops still need a little time to assemble, you can take a look at the structure of those ships! You will be able to use them in the future; by the way, if you can’t build ships by then If you do, I will chop off your head." Grom patted Zuherd on the shoulder, encouraging him.

"I..." Before Zuherd's words came out of his throat, Grom had already left with "Gorehowl"; Tyrone? Gorefiend glanced at Zuherd with pity, and then put it on. His black hat followed Grom's footsteps, leaving Zuherd alone in the sea breeze, at a loss.

After a while, Zuherd returned to normal; he shook his head, sighed and walked to the shore step by step; the warriors of the Warsong clan had already left, and only the stumps of the goblins were left here. .

"Uncle Zuhed!" Reid ran over from a distance, and Mehm followed him.

"Uncle Zuhead, what are you doing? Grom and the others seem to be leaving." Reid whispered.

"Wait, I'll find one..." Zuherd dealt with Reid absently, scanning among the corpses of the goblins, as if looking for something.

"The idiots of the Warsong clan are also really...Can't we make the scene a little cleaner?" There is no one else here, Zuherd complained unscrupulously; suddenly his eyes lit up and he found it!

Zuherd stepped into the "cemetery" made up of the goblin corpses. He strode across the beach stained with the blood of those goblins, stepped past the broken hands and feet of those goblins, and came to a headless one. Before the corpse of the goblin.

He was right-Zuherd squatted down and observed for a while, confirming that the corpse belonged to an old person of his own-the goblin who was the captain of Grom's ship-when Gul'dan had just escaped, Zu There was a simple exchange between Hurd and him.

The head of the goblin captain didn’t know where he was kicked, but Zuherd still recognized him from his clothes-it would be better to say that the absence of a head had no effect on Zuherd’s recognition, anyway goblin They all look the same in his eyes.

Zuherd stretched out his hand and fumbled for a long time on the corpse; even Reid and Maimu who were not far away saw this scene and vaguely gagged.

If it weren't for Zuhed's next action, the Blackham brothers would have thought this "Uncle Zuhed" had some abnormal hobby for corpses!(To be continued.)

Chapter 449: Hard-won Victory

After groping for a long time, Zuherd found what he was looking for in a concealed bag inside the leather jacket of the corpse; he pulled the object out of the leather jacket of the corpse, threw it, and confirmed that it hadn’t been secured. After the blood stains, he kicked the corpse aside with satisfaction, and then left the beach.

"Uncle Zuhead, what is this?" Reid asked curiously, and Maim followed his brother.

"Map, the map of this continent." Zuherd shook the sheepskin scroll in his hand and replied with a smile; although his fangs made the smile uglier than crying, Zuherd was thankful that among these orcs, There is also someone with a little brain like myself, otherwise I really don't know how Grom and Tyrone? Gorefiend, and their men, are going to live on this strange road.

As the orcs set foot on a new continent and worked hard to survive in the world of Azeroth, the alliance of humans, dwarves, and high elves was struggling to make up for the wounds caused by these invaders.

Along the wetland all the way south, through the Loch Modan valley formed around Lok Lake, you came to a barren land where no grass grows; passing over the red soil of the barren land, walking on the black that has accumulated for thousands of years in the burning plain The charcoal rock layer and the bright scenery of the Redridge Mountains come into view-from here on, it is the territory of the Kingdom of Stormwind.

Across the Red Ridge Mountains, the Elwynn Forest to the west, the ocean to the east, and a swamp that is muddy than the wetland to the south. For many years, countless pedestrians and merchants have lost their lives here in a calm but murderous swamp. Below, the sorrow of the loss of loved ones turned into tears of sorrow, which also became the origin of the name of this swamp.

From the Swamp of Sorrows to the south, almost across the entire continent of Azeroth, to the place now called "The Cursed Land"-this land was not called by this name before, but the survivors of the storm agreed that this land There was a certain curse that caused them to leave their homes and homes. Slowly, the name "Cursed Land" replaced the original name of this land. In just a few years, no one seemed to remember what it was originally called. .

The Cursed Land-Like its name, this place seems to be cursed by some evil power. This is the place where the orcs first set foot on Azeroth and where all nightmares begin.

Anduin Lothar is not the first time he has set foot in this land, just a few short years ago-so short that the light sword shadow still makes his memory fresh-he also led the Brotherhood of Iron Horses here and invaded The orcs of the Kingdom of Stormwind fought desperately.

Compared to that time, the land under Anduin Lothar's feet became more reddish-as if endless blood was poured into it.

The marshal of the Stormwind Kingdom remembered the fellow men of the past-the Brotherhood of Iron Horses and the Legion of Stormwind fought bloody battles here. Many soldiers died, but the orcs paid more, if... if not because of Maddie Wen's betrayal...

Anduin Lothar jumped off his horse and fell to his knees. His golden armor hit the hard ground of the Cursed Land, making a clanging sound.

Anduin Lothar took off his handguards made of stainless steel and stroked the ground under his feet; the hot sun had been exposed all morning, making the entire land hot, but Anduin Lothar did not take care of his fingers. The burning tingling from the tip, because tears were already in his eyes.

Brotherhood of the Iron Horse-all members of the Brotherhood have sworn to become brothers, but all the brave warriors died here, the Karazhan Mage Tower and Stormwind City.