Ranger King of Azeroth

  Chapter 821 Warchief Vol'jin

  The lady in smart navy attire showed an elegant smile when she saw Jaina, "My dear daughter, are you surprised to see me?"

   "Of course! Aren't you in charge of the overall situation in Boralus King City? How come..."

Catherine Proudmoore walked up to her daughter and touched her long, smooth golden hair, "You underestimated your father, and now he has basically recovered. If it wasn't for the persuasion of the three major families, he originally planned to I came to support you personally."

  Jianna shook her head distressedly, "Father is really... finally able to take a break, why don't you take a longer rest?"

   "Don't you know Dai Lin's character? It's more difficult to keep him idle than not to let him go to the battlefield. This time he can compromise and handle government affairs in the country. We have exhausted our tongues."

   "Okay, the small talk is over for now!"

Catherine looked at the disadvantaged golden fleet, her eyes flickered coldly, "Your father and I have long wanted to send these Zandalari trolls into the sea to feed fish, and they have fed Kul Tiras all these years." A lot of trouble!"

  Catherine waved boldly and ordered, "Fire with all your strength! This time, we must bomb them here!"

"oh!"

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  While the decisive battle was going on at sea, the battle in Durotar, Kalimdor, and the gate of Orgrimmar was finally decided after a long tug-of-war.

   "Boom!"

With the last heavy hammering of the earth elemental brought by Go'el, the defense line jointly arranged by the Blackfuse Consortium and Garrosh was finally defeated, and the goblins who took the money to do things immediately packed up and began to retreat, completely ignoring the brown-skinned orcs behind. .

   Go'el raised his Doom Hammer and pointed at the gate, shouting loudly, "Lok'tar! Invade Orgrimmar and capture Garrosh. He must pay the price for his behavior of leading the war everywhere!"

   "Power and glory, blood and thunder!"

  Under the leadership of Goel, the former great chief, the tribal rebels rushed into Orgrimmar with high morale.

  Guyle and Wojin looked at the corpses all over the ground with some sadness. Those who died in front of and behind the line of defense... were all compatriots of the tribe.

  Solas looked at the corpses all over the floor, a trace of eagerness flashed in his eyes, but he quickly controlled his inner thoughts.

   Orcs and trolls both pay attention to burrowing into the ground, and neither Vol'jin nor Go'el will agree that he pulls up these corpses and continues to serve the Horde as Forsaken, but the quilboar...

  Solas looked at Calga, who was standing behind the old god, and gestured vaguely to the deputy beside him, who quickly nodded and stepped back.

   When Goel and Vol'jin gathered their spirits and entered the interior of Orgrimmar, there was unexpectedly no fighting in the city.

  Walking in this renovated capital, which made him feel a little strange, Goyle held back a green-skinned orc civilian who was kneeling and thanking him in doubt.

   "My countrymen, what about the Garrosh? Didn't he deploy troops in the city?"

The green-skinned orc was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head and said honestly, "Two days ago the great chief...Garrosh also ordered the arrest of the people who resisted in the city, but it seems that he hasn't seen them since yesterday. It also seems to have disappeared all of a sudden.”

   "Thank you, go home first, the civil war will end soon."

  Looking at the green-skinned orc striding towards home, Goyle frowned and asked Vol'jin beside him, "What do you think?"

Vol'jin scratched his chin with his fingers and pondered for a while before saying, "From what I can tell of Garrosh, he doesn't seem like the type to run away without a fight, unless there's something worthy of his attention that's holding him back." , even this matter is more important than defending Orgrimmar..."

   "Chief!"

At this moment, a Darkspear scout came striding over from outside the gate of Orgrimmar, "Information came from Darkspear Island, a Horde fleet bypassed our sea defense zone and headed south, there is no accident that Garr Rush."

"What?!"

   Before Vol'jin was surprised, Saurfang and Gazlowe, who rushed into Orgrimmar first, also returned to Go'el with solemn expressions.

   "We found a hidden military factory under the Great Chief's Hall. Although it is now empty, there are still many traces of hastily moved inside. I am afraid that Garrosh has already left in full force."

Gazlowe said in a shrill voice, "This arsenal has a very obvious goblin style, and it should be built by Garrosh hiring the Blackfuse Company. According to what I know about Helix, that guy must have made a lot of big killers. .”

  In addition to the news from Jolin and Dranosh - before Garrosh left, a Dragonmaw orc riding a wyvern came to report the news, a thread gradually formed in Go'el and Vol'jin's minds.

   "It seems that Zaira or Malkorok found something extraordinary in Pandaria, otherwise Garrosh would not have abandoned his nest and brought all the ammunition and made a desperate attack."

   Calgar gloated a little and said, "Then it's out of our control. Anyway, Orgrimmar has regained it now, and the Great Chief Goel will continue..."

"No."

Goyle shook his head firmly, "I said before that the current tribe is no longer my tribe. As long as the tribe needs it, I will contribute all my strength to it at any time, but... the position of great chief is no longer suit me."

   Talking about it, Goel put the Hammer of Doom on the ground, knelt in front of Vol'jin and said, "Old friend, now you can only carry this heavy burden and continue to lead the tribe on the right path."

  Solas was slightly taken aback, and after a moment of weighing, he also knelt on one knee, "Wo'jin's wisdom and courage have been clearly shown to us, and I am willing to regard him as the great chief."

   Calgar shrugged noncommittally, "Since you have decided, then do so, Warchief Vol'jin, please order."

Vol'jin looked at Go'el's expectant eyes and sighed softly, "Okay... Now let's consolidate Orgrimmar, clean up Garrosh's remaining forces, and prepare for defense at the same time. The number of troops under Garrosh's control It's still huge, and it must not be taken lightly!"

   "Your will, Warchief!"

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  Almost at the same time when the overall situation in Orgrimmar was settled, Charlemagne was frowning and listening to Valeera's report at the Shado-Pan Monastery.

   "The Sha of Madness entered the camp of the Dragonmaw orcs, and didn't fight?"

The well-informed Charlemagne was also a little confused. He scratched his long silver hair desperately and said irritably, "What kind of operation is this? Although the seven evil spirits all have a certain degree of rationality, they usually follow their instincts to deal with everyone. The intelligent creatures launched an attack, so could it be that the Sha of Madness mutated after eating gold and rubbish?"