"What are you doing again?" Gromash felt a hint of irritation, "you just have to wait for them here."

"When they come, this big chief is not necessarily who it is. Nairgo coughed twice, "I don't know if Guldan has mixed into other clans, maybe he is thinking of the same plan as us, and now he is wooing some clans as servants."

"Those chiefs, such as the black hand, have always been ambitious, and if they come to Woshugu to learn about the tribe, and the Warsong clan does not receive the allegiance of several clans, it is inevitable that he will have some other ideas, such as winning over those clans who are not loyal to the tribe and making himself a great chief."

"I must use this information to preemptively gain the support of the other clan chiefs and get most of the clans to stand on our side, and then I promise him benefits and force him to make a blood oath." Nairgo said positively: "In this way, our plan has been more than half successful."

"But I still don't think it's a good idea, it's just a messenger, why risk you to go somewhere else." "

If we rely on messengers, we can't even win over the Fire Blade Clan.

Nairgo knew very well that no good diplomat could convince an orc chief more easily than a shaman with a legendary experience like him.

"Besides, if even I can be in danger, wouldn't sending ordinary messengers be the same as sending their lives?"

"The establishment of the tribe cannot be made without any mistakes, especially the Blackstone clan, they have the best craftsmen, the most warriors and the strictest discipline, chief, we must ensure that the joining of the black hand is foolproof..."

Nairgo stared at Gromash squarely, "Aren't we trying our best to wait for the coming moment, I have broken through the ogre formation, I have also faced the curse of Guldan, even the infusion of divine power I have carried down, now I am just to meet a few chiefs, what is the danger?"

"Well, then what are you going to promise them?"

Gromash knew Nairgo's intentions, and he always liked to use what he didn't have as a bargaining chip to promise to other clans.

But the Black Stone Clan Chief Black Hand they were talking about just now would not necessarily eat this set.

He usually takes it by hand if he wants.

If Nelgo said that any tribe would help him clear the ogre forces of Gorlond or open up territory, he would only be ridiculed and dismissed by the black hand.

If Nairgo wants to pry open the Blackstone clan to work for his plan and convince the Black Hand, then he must first find something that the Black Hand will be interested in. If he can't find it or if he doesn't, then even if he kneels on the ground groveling, he can't exchange the allegiance of any Blackstone Orc.

But fortunately, Nairgo happened to know what the black hand would be interested in.

"Chief, do you remember the orc named

Urban ?" "Urban?" of course Gromash remembered, "You mean the orc who developed the Urban's catapult? "

Gromash was really impressed by weapons that could deliver weapons that were destructive enough to flatten mountains with just one attack.

But I don't know why, obviously taught by a teacher, the cannon created by the orc blacksmith looks much heavier than Delaney's cannon, and there are almost meaningless ornaments such as spikes, full of orc style.

"No, these days orcs often see him holding a scroll and writing something. Gromash shook his head, "And there are many more... Shamans try to enchant cannons, and some have developed rituals for this. "

It's as if those cannons have souls.

"Good. Nairgo suddenly felt confident in his heart, "This time I go to the Blackstone Clan, I don't promise them land, and second, I don't give them food and weapons. "

So you're waiting for the black hand to go crazy and be fooled by you?" Gromash looked at Nairgo in amazement.

Nelgo knew what he was thinking when he looked at Gromash's face, he thought he was crazy, but he didn't know who the black hand was.

He was a chief, a warrior, and a blacksmith.

If you come up with some weapon drawings and more advanced technology that will make the black hand addicted.

Neither he was a chief nor a blacksmith's desire could resist.

For the chief, advanced technology will take the Blackstone clan to the next level.

For blacksmiths, it was his lifelong desire to create more destructive weapons.

And Delaney technology from Argus will definitely open the eyes of the black hand.

"I just need a few drawings from Urban . "Just a map and enough food rations."

"And for the other clans, I have my own way of persuading. "

Obviously, the black hand can't be won by relying on flickering, and it is difficult for him to join the tribe without something real, but other clans don't matter.

Some of them can't live smoothly in their area, as long as he tells them about "tribal dreams" and the like, and promises some benefits, they can basically win.

"Without further ado, I'll go as soon as I'm ready. "Thanks to the fact that he is an ascender, he can use spells to quickly travel to and from the territory of various clans, otherwise he really dare not say that he runs back and forth across the entire world.

"That's all?" Gromash was a little surprised, but he also understood Nelgo's thoughts, "Okay, I'll arrange for someone to prepare your luggage now."

Before leaving, Nairgo did not forget to remind Gromash.

"Many orcs are too warlike, and our clan loves duels just as much, chief, you still have to deal with their relationship during this time. When Nelgo said this, he happened to see the two orcs under the battle as they were dueling.

"Soldiers must not be allowed to die in vain at the hands of their own people. Nairgo sighed, at this moment, one of the two dueling orcs had already been cut open in the neck by the sharp knife in the orc's hand, and blood gushed out from it.

"Go call that priest boy!" Gromash just glanced at him, and an orc priest ran over amid his loud call.

Perhaps

seeing his confusion, Gromash explained, "Perhaps you forgot that some of the orcs who went to Shattas chose to learn about their faith in the Light.

Gromash watched as the priest cast a spell, and the glow of a holy light magic shone on his wound.

Under the power of magic, the blood flowing from the neck of the war song orc flowed back to the body, the broken blood vessels were re-engaged, and even the torn flesh and blood grew again.

It's outrageous.

"These orcs felt that these holy lights allowed them to learn about their ancestors in ways other than shamanism. Gromash pointed to the spell-casting orc and said, "For example, he said that he heard his grandmother give him a dream while he was sleeping the other day.

"I have to say, these spells are really good to use, so no orc will die from cannibalism before the tribe fights the enemy." Gromash added: "Unless there is a traitor who has taken refuge in the devil." "

Well, it seems that Envoy Chengde has really learned the core technology of others.

But as long as they don't say that the hard labor of Gromashl eats better than the archbishop of Shattas, then he loves the light and believes.

In short, Nairgo took the pocket that Gromash had prepared for him, rode a wolf and left the Warsong Clan's station.

He embarks on an unknown journey again.

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