Chapter 107 War Is Never Romantic, but We Have to Do It

Many people like war because they always think they are some kind of war god who can travel through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and shuttle through rain of bullets.

Most of these people have never experienced war. They think that war brings only glory rather than cruel death.

"War is never romantic." Elre muttered.

As a Draenei, he is good at healing like other priests, and he is also somewhat interested in the culture of orcs. For this reason, when Velen announced that he would form an alliance with the orcs of Nagrand, he chose to come to Grobler Castle and was appointed to this team as a military priest.

And today is the seventh day he has been in this team, exactly one week.

In these days, he has no idea how many times he has prayed to the Holy Light to provide treatment for his comrades. They are really warlike.

He doesn't understand why they are so keen on fighting? Isn't it good that they, the Draenei, don't like fighting?

He thought that the culture of orcs was to worship heroes and ancestors, but he didn't expect that their culture also included so many war-related traditions.

This is a bit far from the impression of those heroic orcs in Shattrath.

It seems that this line of work will make a big change in his attitude towards orcs.

"Okay, your wound has healed." He pointed at the armor beside him, "Remember to polish your armor. If you don't have this set of armor, you may not be able to wait for my treatment."

The soldier moved his limbs with a smile, "Superb medical skills, captain."

Although he was initially a little repulsive to the fact that most of the other teams were shamans, and his team was a Draenei, he found that priests were really useful after getting along for a long time.

Compared with the flame shamans and war chanters, which are basically only for combat, the holy light spells of the Draenei are undoubtedly very effective.

"Holy Light Flash, this is just a simple healing spell." Elray wiped the sweat from his forehead. During this period of time, the crazy training and hunting of the orcs made his business a lot busier. Not only did he need to maintain his own training, but he also had to treat the wounded in his team. Occasionally, he had to publicize the latest orders of the orc chieftain to them, and even so, he had to take time out every day to pray.

"I don't know when the war will start." He said in a rough voice.

Elre looked at the soldier in surprise, "What will you do when the war begins?"

"When the war begins, we will seize the land of the ogres and defeat these ancient enemies!" He waved his newly healed arm, his eyes full of excitement.

"King Nergo is very generous, except that he does not allow us to plunder." The orc muttered. Nergo can be said to satisfy all his fantasies about orc heroes. He was born extraordinary (with shaman talent), brave in battle, superb in strength, and had heroic deeds in saving the elemental throne.

Except that he was a little strict, Nergo was the perfect king! Like a figure in a legend.

Not only him, Elre listened to thousands of passionate voices outside the tent shouting for victory. They were all extremely eager for the upcoming war.

"Naaru..." Elre closed his eyes, a little puzzled. Why would Velen agree to let them join this war? Just because the Legion is coming, they have to change their way of doing things?

At this time, the orcs were still chattering to themselves, "Thanks to your skills, each of our craftsmen is now teaching a dozen or even dozens of apprentices to make weapons."

"Tsk, this set of armor is really strong and good-looking. It was good to be able to wear clothes when I was fighting ogres before."

Until he found that Elray was a little silent.

"Hey, captain, what's wrong with you?" The orcs came forward to ask him. Although this Draenei was very strange and a little out of tune with them, he did help the team a lot, and the position of captain was also recognized by others.

"Nothing." Elray did not expect the orcs to answer his questions. I'm afraid they would only laugh in surprise after hearing it?

Then say something like: "War is for war."

"Without war, there would be no glory or something like that." An answer full of orc style.

"Oh." The orc seemed to understand, but he didn't seem to understand. In short, he no longer entangled why Elray was suddenly silent. He put on his armor and picked up his weapon and was about to walk out of the tent.

"Where are you going?" Elray said aloud.

Listening to the cheers outside, the orc said as a matter of course: "I'm going to participate in training, go hunting... In short, I'm going to go to any place where the clan can win the war."

Elre immediately responded: "Wait a minute."

After hesitating for a moment, he asked: "Why are you obsessed with war?"

He is a young Draenei who has just been born. Compared with his fellow tribesmen who are often a hundred years old, he is still a real young man. Because of this, he is a little puzzled about the lifestyle of the orcs.

Is their life just for war?

"Why not?" The orc was a little surprised and puzzled. In short, this expression was exactly what Elre thought.

"I don't understand." He said: "I hope you can answer my doubts."

"Okay." The orc thought for a while and took off his helmet. "If you asked me before why I wanted to fight the ogres, I would tell you that I was for plunder, for glory and spoils after victory. Even if we don't fight them, they will come to fight us."

"And when I got married, Chief Hellscream came to my house to eat beef. When the old chief was still alive, when my family had problems, all the Hellscream family came to help. Now Hellscream wants me to fight. If I don't go, am I still a human being?"

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It seems that even in the orc society, debts of favor are not so easy to repay.

"So what about now?" Elle asked anxiously.

"Now?" The orc thought for a moment: "King Nergo told us that war is not romantic, he is cruel, and not everyone can enjoy glory. In short, war is a very bad thing in his mouth."

"Then why do you..." Elle didn't finish his words, and heard the orc continue: "But in the end, he told us that although war is not romantic, we must do it, even if it is for our families and future generations not to be enslaved by ogres."

"This is glory!" The orc said excitedly, "I believe King Nergo will bring us victory, and I also believe that Chief Hellscream will make the ogres kneel before the clan, even if I will die for it."

"But everything we have paid is worth it, my blood will become glory, future generations will remember our efforts, and the lives of future generations will become better because of my blood."

"Every piece of land watered by our blood will become the clan's pastures and fields in the future, everything is for the orcs!"

Elle didn't know what to say, refute? But their war is to prevent their descendants from being invaded by ogres again, support it? Holy Light, may the Naaru bless me, I...

Anyway, Elre's mind was in a mess.

For a moment, he seemed to think that what the orcs said made sense. They were fighting a just war to protect their homes and compatriots, to save those races oppressed by the ogre hegemony, and for their own descendants.