Chapter 150: All Words Come Together, All the Land in This World Belongs to the Tribe

In the Chieftain's Palace in Grommash. (It was actually a larger courtyard. The orcs' craftsmen did not waste time building a magnificent palace.)

"Are you saying that we should unite?"

"You are Chieftain of the Warsong. We respect you, but you'd better know the traditions of the clan." An orc said.

Gromash glanced at him. He was the chieftain of the Thunderblade Clan. It was said that their clan, like the Fireblade Clan, specialized in swordsmanship. They also recruited orcs from outside to join the clan. As long as they were struck by lightning more than three times in a thunderstorm at the highest peak of the Blade Mountains, they could join the clan.

The orcs were in chaos. Several orc chieftains who did not know the truth were talking about the news of the clan union.

"Quiet." Grommash growled, "Listen to me!" While Nergo was still thinking, a terrible roar beside him tore through the air and almost broke Nergo's eardrums.

Nergo felt the feeling of otitis media for the first time in a long time.

Grommash stood up, head held high, mouth wide open, looking at the dead silence of the people around him, he was very satisfied.

Of course, whether these orcs would murmur in their hearts why he yelled so loudly, no one knew.

At least that was what Nergo thought.

"Now shut up." He pointed at the chieftains who were talking, "My shaman will answer your questions."

"Unite?" The chieftain of the Thunderblade Orcs shook his head, "We won't..."

Before he finished speaking, Lantresor had already put the sword on his neck.

"That's right, let's unite." Nergo opened his arms, he looked at the orcs and said: "Although we come from different clans, each clan has different customs and traditions. But what does it matter? The union does not mean that we have to abandon our respective proud history, but to make our future even prouder! Each of our clans has its own strengths that it is proud of, the unity and weapons of the Blackrock Clan, the dragon riders of the Dragonmaw Clan and the Thundergod Clan, the swordmasters of the Burning Blade Clan, the shamans of the Shadowmoon Clan, the wolf riders of the Warsong Clan... How much more will these proud forces be if they are united? How powerful? We are all orcs! Whether it is the Blackrock Clan, the Warsong Clan, the Thundergod Clan, the Dragonmaw Clan... these differences between clans are insignificant! The important thing is that we are brothers of the same race! The same blood flows in our veins, and our hearts desire the same glory. We have a lot in common, which far outweighs the differences. As long as we unite, no one can make us surrender, whether it is Gul'dan or the demon master behind him! "

The orcs were a little stunned. Did Nergo say that it made no sense? No, what he said made sense and was very clear. Gul'dan caused this disaster, and the power of their clan could not solve this disaster, so he hoped that the clans would unite.

But the problem is who is the orc who said this, and what qualifications does he, an ordinary shaman, have to say this.

The chief of the Thunderblade Orcs said, "Very good, the clans have united to build an unrivaled army, but who is the master of this army? Who does this power serve?"

Yes, the chief of all clans, who doesn't want this honor?

Nergo met his gaze and nodded.

"Of course it's Grommash."

"Why? Just because you are a shaman?" He sneered, "My clan has no shortage of shamans, and I don't need you to show me the future."

"There are gaps between shamans." Nergo straightened his chest and faced the arrogant warrior, "I am the next shaman guardian, the king of Grobler Castle, the conqueror of Highmaul, the lieutenant of Grommash, and I am also an ascender."

"It is your honor that a shaman like me is willing to show you the grand plan for the future here."

He has no intention of being polite to such a small clan, or a disobedient clan.

This is just like the US Secretary of State visiting various countries. If it is the president or prime minister of Britain or France, they should be polite. But you are a weird little country, and you are putting on airs with me. If I don't show you some respect, you don't know who I am, right?

Seeing that the other orcs did not object, Nergo continued, "In addition to you, there are also Highmaul, Arakkoa Exiles, and Draenei who are willing to join the tribe..."

"Wait, Draenei?" The chieftain of the Bladewind clan stood up immediately and interrupted Nergo, "I disagree!"

If you disagree, there is a hammer to use.

Nergo looked at him, "You disagree? It's useless."

The chieftain of the Bladewind clan turned and left, "I will never stand in the same camp with the Draenei. If the tribe wants to accept the Draenei, then..."

Gromash's hand holding the axe became tighter and tighter. While he was still talking nonsense, Grommash threw the axe.

Looking at his body, Grommash raised his hand, "Guards, drag him out."

At the same time, he looked at Nergo, "Don't talk nonsense to them next time."

Nergo nodded, learned his lesson.

"So, brothers, do you have any opinions?"

The room was silent for a moment, "Meet the Warchief!"

Grommash was very satisfied with the cheers of the orcs. In front of all the orcs, he said: "As the orc chieftain, my first order."

He turned to look at Nergo, "I hereby declare that I will grant Nergo the surname Thunder. I hope you will become the thunder that strikes the enemy's head. At the same time, I appoint you as the new warlord of the Warsong clan."

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"Warsong Warlord? Me?" Nergo was a little speechless for a moment.

The warlord is actually the same as the chieftain. Grommash wants him to be the chieftain of the Warsong clan?

"That's right." Grommash had already thought about it. This is the only thing he can give to Nergo. "Before the Hellscream family disappears, this promise will always be valid. You will always be the warlord of the Warsong clan and the king in the tribe with the second most power after me. When I am not here, you will exercise the rights of the chieftain."

At this point, Grommash said nothing more. He took Nergo out of the house, and the other chieftains followed closely behind.

This is the top of the city. Here, Nergo can even see the orcs gathered below.

Gromash pushed him in front of him.

"Next, you will give the second order." He looked at Nergo, and Nergo also looked at him.

Then, Nergo took a step forward and looked at the many orcs below, "Then my order is that all clans will prepare for war from now on. We will recapture Tanaan Jungle and avenge the Bleeding Hollow Clan!"

"Why should we bleed for them?" An orc chieftain muttered.

Hearing this, the orcs turned their eyes to him.

He was still saying something at this time, but what he didn't see was that Grommash had already grasped the axe tightly.

Nergo turned around immediately, and then walked up to him in front of all the orcs, clenched his fingers, and lifted him up into the air with a gust of wind. Nergo walked up to him and looked at him, "Which clan are you from? I am ashamed that your people have a coward like you as a member."

"Today they occupied Tanaan Jungle, and you chose to ignore it. What if they occupied Gorgrond tomorrow? Are you going to give up too? What if they occupied your clan the day after tomorrow? Who will save you then!" Nergo growled.

"To sum up, all the land in this world belongs to the tribe. How can they occupy the territory?" Nergo raised his fist and hit him hard in the face, looking back at everyone, "Are there any other people who think the same as this coward?"

Silence.

Suddenly, an orc roared.

"Well said."

Others looked at him, it was a one-eyed orc.

I don't know when he came to this city, but Nergo and other chiefs know who he is. This old orc is called Kilrogg Deadeye, the chief of the Bleeding Hollow Clan. Their clan lives in Tanaan Jungle and is proficient in dark magic.

He is also the person they believe is dead.

"Aren't you dead?" someone said.

"Yes, I am dead." Kilrogg raised his head, "The Bleeding Hollow orcs are dead. We are now the Bloodsworn Souls. The orcs in Tanaan Jungle should be dead."

He looked directly at Nergo, "I am glad that I did not take the wrong path. I believe that the tribe will let me regain my glory. The attitude of most of you also confirms this."

He looked at Grommash again, "Kilrogg is here to pledge allegiance. My people are outside the city, ready to serve you at any time. Long live Chieftain Grommash!"