Part-Time BOSS Chapter 200: The Horde’s Expedition

Cursed Land - Horde Camp.

After a period of operation and construction, with the Dark Portal as the center, the tribe's camp has completely covered this desolate land.

Magnificent fortresses have sprung up one after another, and the architectural style of the orcs has always been informal. Although the shape is simple and the workmanship is rough, it does not have a rough and wild aura.

The gathering of millions of orcs made this camp a huge base full of people.

Since Orgrim gained a firm foothold at the Portal of Darkness, what he has been doing is to send out armies to attack in all directions in this strange world.

On the one hand, it is a strategic need to do so, but more importantly, there is no way to do it.

A million-dollar army sounds majestic, but only when you really lead such an army can you understand how terrifying the amount of supplies consumed every day is to maintain such a huge army.

Fortunately, the orcs are not picky eaters and can eat anything, otherwise they really wouldn't be able to feed these guys enough.

Not to mention that the orcs who drank the blood of the devil are all violent and want to find someone to fight all day long. When millions of orcs gather together, the atmosphere becomes more and more tense every day, especially those newcomers. An orc adventurer, with poor combat effectiveness and the ability to cause trouble is absolutely first-rate, looking for someone 'Mak Gora' every day, even he, the great chief, has to receive hundreds of challenges every day.

It annoyed him very much, but Makgora was a tradition of the tribe, and he couldn't refuse it. Fortunately, these challengers were all outrageous, and they could be overthrown with a hammer, or they would be exhausted.

The number of orc adventurers who died under his hammer in the past few days is almost over a thousand, and I don’t know what these orc adventurers are thinking.

If you don't rush to send these troops out to fight, you will have to be angry.

As large armies were sent out, Orgrim was relieved to see that the army in the camp gradually dwindled.

However, the number of adventurers has not decreased all the time, not only not less, but also more and more, but he has gradually discovered the advantages of these adventurers, as long as he has something to do, he will not bother him all day long.

These orc adventurers are quite capable. They are willing to take on any job, hunting and fishing, collecting food, killing people and fighting, building houses and moving bricks. Also helped him solve a lot of problems...

So no matter how much he had a headache, he could only endure it.

Hellscream (Warsong chief): "Great chief, don't worry, I will definitely kill all the humans on that land. The warriors of the Warsong tribe who conquer that land for you are invincible."

Orgrim (Horde Warchief): "Then do it, Hellscream, and don't disappoint me."

Hellscream didn't talk nonsense, he turned on his own wolf, and with a wave of blood roar, the wolf cavalry army set off in mighty form.

This army of wolf cavalry gathered one-third of the cavalry troops of the tribe. There were 12,000 wolf cavalry from the Warsong clan, 13,000 wolf cavalry from the Blackrock clan, and the newly joined Badao tribe. There are five thousand **** boar riders, led by a young chief named Ba Dao Wuqing.

With such a powerful 30,000 cavalry, it is absolutely no problem to deal with those human farmers in the western wilderness.

Orgrim is confident about this.

He turned around and glanced at the few orc adventurers behind him. He had to say that these orc adventurers were still very useful. Although he didn't know how they did it, they undoubtedly brought a lot of information about this world to the tribe. Information, including the territory distribution of the 'Storm Kingdom' that the tribe is currently facing.

It was with this information that he formulated his current conquest plan.

Seeing Hellscream leading the army of wolf cavalry disappearing into the horizon, Orgrim looked at his friend, the chief of the Frostwolf tribe—Drotan.

This is the last large army he will send away today.

"Are you sure you don't intend to conquer the world with me?"

Dutrotan looked solemn, and nodded slightly, "You know that I have never supported this war, **** killings can't solve the problem, look around you in Orgrim, the earth is dying, Draenor once happened Things are repeating themselves, and if all you want to do is repeat what happened in the past, I can't spend it with you."

Orgrim sighed, "Of course I know the dangers of fel energy, but we must first solve the problem of survival." Erdan.

Lowered his voice and said: "When this is over, I will deal with Gul'dan and his warlocks. What happened in Draenor will not happen again, but before that, he is still useful. The enemy we have to face It is very powerful, which may not be understood by other orcs, but I think you must understand it.

Every power must be used. "

Dutrotan shook his head, "I'm afraid when the day comes when you want to deal with them, you will find that it's too late."

Orgrim snorted, "Forget it, we have discussed this topic many times, let's not waste our tongues - where are you going to take your tribe?"

Drotan: "When the shaman of my tribe and I communicated with the spirits of this world, we felt the call of the elements. The elements of this world are very powerful, far exceeding the elements of Draenor. An elemental lord responded My request—the Lord of Frost, it told me that in the far north, there is a place called the Alterac Mountains, where the mountains are covered with snow all year round, and the environment is very similar to Frostfire Ridge, and there The human forces in China are very weak~IndoMTL.com~There are no lands everywhere, and I am going to lead my tribe to settle there.”

Orgrim nodded, "I wish you success old friend, I can't help you too much, I can only give you the acceptance of the conqueror of the north, in name you are going to conquer the human kingdom in the north, so the tribe Other tribes will not blame you for this, you can bring more supplies, this journey will be very difficult."

Drotan thanked him sincerely: "Thank you old friend, I hope we can meet again in the future." Durotan said, and Orgrim fisted each other, leading the tens of thousands of Frostwolf warriors towards the north go.

"Father, where are we going?" The young Goel asked curiously as he looked at the tribal camp that was getting farther and farther away.

Although it is only three years old, due to the catalysis of the power of evil energy, and the precocity of the orc itself, it seems that it has the size of a ten-year-old human child.

"Go to a distant place, a new home." Durotan said lovingly to his son.

(End of this chapter)

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