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"You are not allowed to humiliate the chieftain."

Garrosh strode over from a distance.

Obviously, he had heard what the two orc warriors said.

Garrosh was extremely tall, and his strong brown muscles were particularly conspicuous.

The unique skin color meant that he had never been contaminated by the blood of demons.

When he was born, he was rejected because he was too weak.

Garrosh was ostracized by the Warsong Clan in his childhood, so he did not drink the blood of demons and was not contaminated.

Garrosh stood there like an iron tower, wearing a simple iron armor, and the bulging muscles supported the armor, which was about to break.

Garrosh was the son of Hellscream.

He was also the great chieftain, the nephew of Thrall.

Hellscream was once the legendary chieftain of the Warsong Clan and Thrall's chief advisor.

He was the first orc to drink the blood of Mannoroth the Destroyer.

Thus, the Horde and the Burning Legion were tied together. It was also at the cost of his life that he and his people were freed from the blood curse.

Hellscream once led his troops into the cities of the Draenei and massacred those cities.

And when invading the Stormwind Kingdom of Azeroth, he broke through Stormwind City, causing unimaginable killings.

Garrosh was angry that his father succumbed to the blood of the devil, but he was also proud of his father's former glory.

He respected Thrall from the bottom of his heart.

He would never allow anyone to slander Thrall.

"You first enjoyed his guidance and care, but now you humiliate him because of your current predicament."

Garrosh roared in a low voice, and terrible anger rose from his eyes.

He would never mind teaching the orc warrior in front of him a lesson in order to protect Thrall's glory.

"They brought us out of one hell and brought us to another hell. Should we thank him?"

The orc warrior knew Garrosh's identity and his anger.

But he was not timid at all.

The same angry eyes stared at the son of Hellscream.

"We fled from the Eastern Human Kingdom to Kalimdor, and were chased back by the demons. Now we are used as mercenaries to fight those damn mantid demons here. What honor do we have?" . "

"Without land and home, what else is worth fighting for? There is no land in this world that belongs to us."

The orc warrior held a battle axe and did not give in to Garrosh.

Garrosh narrowed his eyes slightly and held the weapon in his hand tightly.

"Besides venting your anger on your own people, what other skills do you have? We just want a piece of land where we can thrive and have a place for our souls to return to after death, but neither you nor Thrall can do that. ”

“You claim to have saved the orcs, but we still have nothing. Thrall is notCowardice is incompetence, or both, and you are no different from him. "

The calmness completely collapsed at this moment.

"Traitor." Garrosh roared, approaching the warrior with his weapon, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes. "You dare to humiliate the warchief, shut your mouth, or I will make you unable to speak again."

"Come on, I know I can't beat you, but I don't care. I would rather die in a duel than endure such a sad fate."

The orc warrior also picked up the warhammer, his muscles bulged, ready for the duel.

"Enough. "An unknown voice sounded, and an old orc with white hair came over and stood between the two.

The old orc was very old.

The silver-white hair was braided into a whip.

The number of scars on his face and body showed that this old orc was a warrior who had experienced countless battles.

"He humiliated the chieftain, old man." Garrosh stared at the old orc, unable to suppress his anger.

"He was just out of blood and honor, but he couldn't think of many of the reasons. "The old orc shook his head, "I know your father and Thrall, forgive him, it's too cruel to let him lose his life in a moment of anger."

Garrosh looked at the old orc in front of him, looking at the other's cloudy eyes.

Finally, after taking a deep breath, he suppressed his anger and looked at the young orc.

"Don't let me hear you say that again, or I will kill you. "

After leaving these words, he turned and left.

The orc warrior also turned and left, roaring, and rushed towards the mantis demon who launched another attack.

............

-

Medivh took Jaina away and prepared to seek help from humans in the eastern region.

The meeting was disbanded.

Returning to the tent, Thrall happened to meet Garrosh who was walking back. The other party's face was obviously wrong.

"What happened?" Thrall asked.

"Chief, I need to ask you something, I hope you won't lie to me." Garrosh looked into Thrall's eyes and said.

"What is it?"

"Did those meetings discuss where the orcs could get land as their home after the victory of the war? "

Hearing this question, Thrall was speechless for a moment.

They are now living in the territory of the Pandaren Empire. If they talk about this issue, they will definitely be suspected.

From Thrall's hesitation, Garrosh knew the answer.

"Are we fighting for a world that does not belong to us? Chief? So many orcs died, but in the end this world does not have our home."

Garrosh understood the feelings of the orc warrior.

"We will have a home, but the time is not yet ripe." Thrall said, ". ˇ If we can't drive out the demons and the undead, we will have no land to build a home."

"This place is fertile, with land and forests, and plenty of water. We only need a small piece of land. Even if they give us the place occupied by the Mantid, we can accept it. The orc warriors will clean up those monsters."

"It is not appropriate to raise this issue now. The time is ripe. The most important thing now is how to resist the Burning Legion."

Hearing Thrall's words, Garrosh shook his head, "With a home, the orc warriors will fight for it. Chieftain, you must raise this issue. Otherwise, after the victory of the war, the orcs will pay everything but get nothing. If they are not willing to give even a promise, why should we ally with them."

Thrall looked at Garrosh, who was tall and had thick fangs, and didn't know what to say for a while.

..............

-

Lordaeron.

With the help of teleportation spells, Jaina and Medivh quickly arrived at the city that fell into human hands again.

According to Medivh's intelligence, Jaina's father, Admiral Daelin, is here.

After Lordaeron was conquered by the Undead led by Arthas, he was the one who organized ships at the port to transport those who fled, giving them a chance to go to a safe place.

While transporting refugees, he also led soldiers to fight the Undead, maintaining several important escape routes, allowing many people to escape from Lordaeron, which was ravaged by the Undead.

Daelin was a rare noble who did not abandon ordinary people to escape.

He faithfully fulfilled his lord's promise.

After Scir recaptured most of the human kingdom's territory.

In view of Daelin's performance, even though he was an old noble, he was still entrusted with an important task and was in charge of an army.

The reason why Medivh and Jaina came here was to use Daelin, hoping that he could persuade the human high-level officials and other races to form an alliance to fight against the Burning Legion together.

After the light, the two appeared in the mountains outside Lordaeron.

The sound of cheers came from the city, and countless people shouted the slogans of victory and long live.

It was overwhelming and very exciting.

This wave made Medivh and Jaina stunned.

What happened in Lordaeron? ? .