Watching the orcs leaving Morning Fog Town pulling a cart full of munitions, except for Regen and Grandso, the other generals of Red Storm were somewhat puzzled. If they hadn't seen the confident expressions of the knights, they would have been there long ago.
I couldn't help but just asked the question in person.
According to the agreement between Saurfang and Regan, in the next three years, the weapons and equipment required by the Orgrimmar army will be sold exclusively by Morningmist Town, and the prices are lower than those offered by the goblins.
Up to five percent
In addition to these discounts, all dues within the first five months were settled by payment of arrears, which means that the business in Chenwu Town did not make a penny, and it also lost the cost of free shipping.
Ten kodo beasts! Not to mention the officers of Red Storm were confused, even Jaina, who unconditionally believed in Regan, secretly glanced at him countless times.
However, the knight seemed oblivious to the hints from his lover and subordinates, and still signed a contract with Saurfang, and stated that the next batch of goods would be shipped on time in half a month and would not delay the tribe's northern expedition plan.
For this pie that came out of thin air, the cautious Saurfang unexpectedly accepted it happily. The two general-level figures looked at each other with ulterior motives, knowing that both parties in this transaction were getting what they needed.
It's a happy scene for everyone.
The first batch of arms delivered is not large in quantity, and they are all light weapons and ammunition. They also include some swords made by the Thunder Hammer tribe themselves. Of course, the quality is definitely not as good as those used by Crimson Storm, but for the tribes who are in urgent need of weapons and equipment.
To say it is nothing more than giving help in times of need
After giving the tribe so many benefits out of thin air, Regan, who had never suffered any losses, naturally would not give away his wealth for nothing. In addition to the arms franchise promised by Saurfang, he also received a recently abandoned mine.
According to Saurfang, when this mine in Thousand Needles was still under the control of the tribe a few years ago, although the copper and iron produced each season was not much, it could be regarded as a medium-sized mine. If it were not for the horror totem,
Activities there have been rampant in recent times, and the tribe will not abandon this mine under any circumstances.
Now Regan saw that Orgrimmar was too eager to raise troops and had no time to look south, so he made this request to Saurfang. The mature orcs naturally looked a little reluctant and made some nonchalant remarks.
I agreed to the other party's request, but in my heart it was just a fluke.
It's not that he is wealthy and doesn't care about the output value of the mineral veins, it's because the tribe is really unable to divide its troops. To put it bluntly, even if Thrall still has the manpower to drive away the herd of Grimtotem cattle, the mining field under the mineral veins has been smashed to pieces by them.
Rebuilding it would require a huge investment, but the tribe was so poor that they couldn't even afford weapons, so they couldn't even think about it. That's why Saurfang did a favor and gave the mine to Ragen: it could make money.
You're lucky. If you can't make money, don't bother me. We'll clear the money and goods...
Seeing the orcs leave with the joy of taking advantage of the sky, a smile emerged from the corner of Regen's mouth, and he snapped his fingers without looking back. The goblin financial officer Grandso came forward to greet him: "
Master, what are your orders?"
Regan glanced at the many subordinates who didn't understand what was going on, paused briefly, and raised his voice: "Gather the men and follow this general to the Thousand Needles Stone Forest... to mine!"
—————————————————————————————— Thousand Needles Stone Forest, Cliff Terrace
Dozens of tauren were lazily moving forward, dragging spears. Judging from their traditional pure black coat color and the marks on their armor, these guys should be soldiers under the Grim Totem banner.
Originally, the area they were patrolling was within the sphere of influence of the Troubled Winds Hill tribe's garrison. However, since Warchief Thrall's summons was issued, many tauren warriors left the Troubled Winds Hill to report to Orgrimmar, resulting in a reduction in the number of troops.
Luanfeng Gang could not continue to take care of the platform, which allowed the terrifying totem forces of Black Cloud Peak to take advantage of the loophole.
When talking about the terrorists among this group of tauren, we have to mention their general distribution of forces and historical origins.
As a branch of the Glory Totem, the second largest clan among the early tauren, the Horror Totem, like the Wild Totem, emphasizes the ideas of the Great Tauren, and is also opposed to the alliance camp, with a narrow racial tribal consciousness and a warlike racial character.
But the only difference is in the treatment of tribe members
As an outsider from Kalimdor, Thrall was not welcomed by the local natives when he traveled west to the Endless Sea. Not only were the quilboars and centaurs against the orcs, but the tauren at that time also only held a neutral attitude towards the conflict.
Orcs are dating - the wise Chief Kane Bloodhoof is not willing to offend too many local forces
However, a later opportunity came when Kane's son Baine Bloodhoof was kidnapped by the harpies. Thrall took the initiative to find his flesh and blood, and after successfully saving Bain, the orcs became selfless again.
He helped the tauren defeat the invading army of men and horses. Only then was Kane completely impressed by Thrall's mind and ability, and led the tauren to join the tribe.
In terms of social structure, tauren, like orcs, are tribal alliances composed of many small clans. Although the Bloodhoof clan is the largest of them, Kane needs to respect the opinions of the elders of other clans when making any decisions.
Back then, because the tauren were facing the danger of annihilation, the leaders of various tribes reluctantly agreed to form an alliance with the orcs, but in their hearts they had deep prejudices against these green-skinned people with unknown origins.
Among them, the horror totem is the most
Compared with their compatriots of Wild Totem, these dark-skinned Tauren have a more narrow and stubborn racial consciousness, more warlike and savage. They often attack other tribes of Tauren, except of course the Wild Totem clan, so they are often excluded from the tribe.
outside camp
To put it bluntly, the Wild Totem Clan is actually the more moderate faction of the Radiant Totem Clan, while the Grim Totem Clan should be said to be the "radical faction among the radical factions".
In order to maintain the existence of the Grim Totem, Magatha's brother tribe, the Wild Totem, has been secretly supporting and leading this extremely radical and narrow tauren tribe. Its current leader Anak. The Grim Totem is just his aunt's.
Just a clown at the front desk
There are currently members of Grimtotem scattered all over the continent, most notably at Apalaye Camp in the Stonetalon Mountains, Grimtotem Village, and Black Cloud Peak in Thousand Needles.
The number of people in the three settlements is not large, but these terrorists are all desperate and murderous. In addition, the nests are easy to defend and difficult to attack. Therefore, the regular army of the tribe does not want to get into these troubles and turns a blind eye to them.
At most, rewards are issued to make those adventurers who are not afraid of death become cannon fodder...
The current leader of this Grimtotem patrol is a guy named Grisat. Dark Corner. If you readers still remember how Regan burped in the first volume, you should be able to immediately think of this guy who successfully killed the dragon slayer.
The powerful tauren of the knight... Of course, he was just an assist, and the person who got the kill was actually a group of miscellaneous fish under his command...
"This sun is simply unbearable," Grisate muttered, flicking his tail and driving away a few annoying flies. The season that Tauren hate the most is summer, and the unbearable heat is the second most important thing.
Still annoying are the countless flies and mosquitoes
"Boss, just rest here, brothers can hardly lift their legs!" Several soldiers sat down panting, their sweat soaked through their thick furs, making the cows almost want to take off their shorts.
Got it
"Have a rest! Stay alert!" Grisate turned around and shouted, but it was also weak, "You've delayed Master Anak, and none of you bastards can think about it! Hurry up!
stand up!"
Upon hearing the name of the leader, several of his subordinates got up mumblingly even if they were reluctant. Although Anak was just a puppet held up by Magatha, his strength should not be underestimated, and this guy was fierce.
Cruel, few of his subordinates would not tremble upon hearing his name.
After walking for another half an hour, the tauren finally arrived at their destination - a valley with a narrow entrance.
Grisat raised his hand to stop his men from continuing to move forward, and shouted loudly to the empty valley mouth: "Isoke! Tell your men to put away those little thieves' tricks. On the orders of Master Anak,
Let’s talk about urgent matters!”
However, no one in the valley responded, and Grisat was not angry. He shouted three or four times in a row before a gloomy but heavily accented voice came from the valley: "What do you think, you dirty cows?"
A trick? Last time, I blew up the cliff mine after listening to the lies of that old woman in Magatha, but so far you haven’t given me a penny of the money you promised. If you hadn’t lived on that damn Black Cloud Peak, I would have
I’ve already taken the children to dismantle your camp!”
"Ha, I didn't expect you had the nerve to mention that!" There was no trace of embarrassment on Grisat's face. Instead, he sneered and crossed his arms as he replied, "Our original agreement was to blow up an entire mine without even a grain of sand.
It’s not left to the tribe, but you, this short-sighted idiot, actually hid half of it secretly and only blew up the mine below. When the tribe sends people to build another one, we won’t be able to continue making weapons for them!”
"That's half the task completed. Why doesn't Anak pay me a single copper?" After a while, the man in the valley argued again, but his confidence was much weaker.
"Old Isok, I didn't expect that the older you get, the thicker your skin becomes..." the tauren snorted coldly, "If the third khan who conquered half of Kalimdor saw you being so miserable...
Looks like, maybe his dead soul will be so angry with you that it will disappear into thin air."
As soon as Grisate said these words, he felt several murderous auras locking him tightly, but he exhaled disdainfully from his huge nostrils and remained motionless as if provocatively.
Finally, the voice in the valley cursed an unintelligible curse word in a low voice, and then said in unsophisticated orcish language: "Okay, Dark Corner, I can not ask for the reward for the time being, but you must exchange it for meat and grain.
Otherwise, I won’t be able to explain to the children in my clan!”
"No problem!" Grisat agreed, "Then can you let me enter the valley now?"
Isoke was silent for a moment without answering, but the narrow mouth of the valley shook twice like an illusion, and three centaur-like creatures jumped out of it. One of them was slightly taller than the other two, and he was wearing a spell caster.
The style of the turban looks like that of the main character Isoke.
"Tell me, what do you want to see me for?" the Centaur Chief asked in a deep voice.
"A wonderful thing," Grisat smiled mysteriously, "Although we can't afford to offend the tribe in Luofenggang, are you interested in robbing those weak pink-skinned guys?"