Chapter 2621: Frostwolf clan

"Humanity!"

Although the opponent was wearing weird full-body armor, the size was still recognizable, and Orgrim bounced from the ground, picking up the hammer on the side and about to knock.

But this human was obviously stronger and faster than Lothar, who he had fought before. Just stretched out his hand and pinched his shoulder, Orgrim couldn't help himself, and fell to the side.

Drek'Thar wanted to cast a spell, but the human being at the door just now came behind him like a ghost, stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, and put a dagger on the crumpled neck.

"Don't move, I'm here to negotiate terms with you, but if you don't know how to promote, I can also destroy you."

"Come on! Do it! Lar!" Half of Orgrim's body was numb, struggling to wriggle on the ground, shouting loudly.

However, the humans gave out a chuckle of laughter, which was like a demon.

"Hehe, Orgrim, really courageous." Humans did not know where to take out a strange thing, tore out a piece of cloth, and stuck it to the prophet's mouth: "You are yelling like this, just hope The subordinates outside or the Frostwolf heard the movement and came to rescue, but don't you think I didn't expect this?"

"What did you do to them?!"

The chief's eyes were red, and saliva stars spouted from his big mouth, which was like a spray humidifier being illuminated by a campfire.

"Only more than 500 people, plus more than 400 wolves, I ask them all to sleep for a while, there is no danger to their lives." The humans clapped their hands and sat beside the fire, picking up the sticks to stir the firewood: "But if If you don’t plan to listen to me, the result will be uncertain."

The two orcs who had lost their combat power glanced at each other. The shaman whose mouth was sealed with tape could not speak, but kept shaking his head.

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Orgrim was silent. He was thinking, and after a few seconds, he spoke with difficulty:

"Who are you? Why do you speak our language?"

"Don't you remember me? Chief Orgrim, think about who defeated the Medivh possessed by Sargeras in front of the Dark Portal fifteen years ago? Who let you go?" Su Ming Removed the visor, revealing his face.

The orcs were stunned, and indeed remembered this powerful human being. Although Medivh was in a very wrong state at the time, the strength of this human being is still vivid.

"It's you." The warchief didn't mean to take the hammer anymore, but leaned in a daze on the tent wall: "You haven't grown old at all, and you are stronger."

"Age is no longer meaningful to me." Su Ming took out a bottle of wine from his pocket and threw it to him across the fire: "I went to Delano not long ago and took Nezhu Ao and his little brothers were killed, and they also killed Archimonde of the Burning Legion. I came here today to ask you, are you willing to go back to your home? By the way, the draenei also left. They are willing to return all the land to you, but in the future, you will need to return the bones of the draenei ancestors in Auchenai's cemetery."

"What? Really?"

There were complicated expressions on Orgrim's face, surprise, joy, and disbelief.

"No one really thinks that the Burning Legion is invincible? No?" The death knell smiled and took out a bottle of wine and unscrewed it. He tore off the tape on the Prophet's mouth and corked the bottle to him: "Anyway, I only Ask once, would you like to go back?"

The orc's apple slid up and down, and after a long silence, someone spoke.

"What are your conditions?" Drektal's beard was torn off beside his mouth, but the tears in his eyes should not be painful, but excited.

But he still retains his sanity and shaman's wisdom.

Su Ming held up three fingers, dangled in the flames, and drank a drink: "Three conditions, you can no longer invade Azeroth, in the future, you can only conduct commercial trade with Wilson Enterprise, and let Varok Saurfang Become a great chief."

Although there are some doubts as to where the humans got the news of their deputies, this condition is not harsh. After all, the tribe has been defeated, and it is impossible not to pay a price.

"I agree! But we still have more compatriots locked up in the asylum. I have to take them home. The blood of the devil will no longer affect us over time. They can be saved."

Orgrim leaned close to the fire and unscrewed the bottle like a death knell, with light in his eyes.

"No problem, but they have killed a lot of people. You need to take out things to buy their lives and compensate for the families of the dead." The death knell also agreed and took out a piece of paper with the price list written in orc language. : "My Wilson Enterprise will act as a secret middleman and will come forward to buy back your people from the Kingdom of Lordaeron. Gold, animal skins, wood, ores can all be traded."

With that, he gave the quotation to the prophet around him, and let him read the content.

Paying for the families of the war victims is just a cover for doing business. Su Ming is too lazy to count who died. These materials still have to fall into his own hands and take back 40K earth for infrastructure construction or deep processing before trading.

So the quotation is almost one size fits all.

An orc child exchanges five pieces of fur that can cover his body; an orc woman exchanges her own adamantine or black iron, and true iron ore; an orc warrior needs to take out his own equal weight of krypton Gold to exchange.

Of course, if you don’t have ore, you can change it with something else, anyway, someone will be there for you.

This offer is neither expensive nor cheap. After the orcs returned to Draenor, there were some resources.

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The prophet shook the paper with a trembling hand, and looked upside down. There was no deceptive trick on it. The deal was very fair. At least it was a good deal in terms of the warrior deal. Isn’t it just a stone?

He nodded to the warchief and handed the piece of paper to show that he felt he could agree.

Orgrim just took a cursory glance, then smiled and nodded. He didn't expect that there are such fair and powerful people among humans, and his impression of death knell improved greatly.

To be precise, I was overjoyed when I learned that I could get back Draenor, let alone beat the Burning Legion.

Naturally, the Legion has not been eliminated, so if the orcs want to live in the future, they may have to rely on the Wilson enterprise mentioned by the death knell.

But the other party only asks for trade, and does not ask for souls like the Burning Legion, which is of course no problem.

If there is any sacrifice, Orgrim needs to surrender his position as the warchief, but Saurfang is also a member of the Blackstone clan, and he is still a good deputy. This is equivalent to a left hand over a right hand, or even count. No harsh conditions.

"Thank you, human warrior, your heart is full of glory and compassion. On behalf of the tribe, I promised your terms."

The orc chief extended his big hand and bowed his head sincerely.

Su Ming stretched out his hand and held the opponent's elbow, feeling that the big hand did the same thing. This is the contract between the orcs, and the warrior will not go back when he speaks.

"Okay, I can put a little money to help you replace Thrall’s second-generation chieftains. My fleet is already on Azeroth orbit. They will send you back to Draenor, but if you default , Believe me, if I get angry, it will be much more terrifying than Sargeras..."