Azeroth’s Death Track

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Three days later, Alterac Valley.

"I really can't believe that you invited us here just to persuade us to surrender!"

The angry Warsong clan chief Grom hit the wooden table in front of him with a punch, and he roared towards Orgrim and Draktar to:

"Is the previous failure making you incompetent? Or, you are no longer planted? Kneel and pray for humanity to give us a way of life? Hell go! I won't do that!"

This brave chief is still as strong as before, but if you look closely, it is not difficult to find that Grom’s tall body has also lost a lot of weight. His eyes are always blood red. , Shining with a touch of exhaustion.

Demon Blood not only tortured the captive orc captives, but also tortured this brave chieftain, but he was determined and he forced himself not to collapse.

"I do not know either."

The chief of the Thunder King clan sitting next to Grom, Fenris held a gritty dagger in his hand, he cut a piece from the barbecue in front of him, and while eating, he said somberly:

"We have broken through two-thirds of the POW camps in Arathi Highlands, and we have proved that we can defeat humans. Since we can get what we can get from combat, why should we ask for it in a low voice?"

"No real chief will make such a disgusting choice."

Broken-handed Chief Kargas attended the chiefs meeting rarely. He sat in the corner and stared at Orgrim with a sneering eye:

"This is our second chieftain, I heard that you almost broke Lordaeron? You used to be only one step away from victory, maybe because of your cowardice, let victory slip away from your hands."

The large tent was full of contemptuous eyes, the warlords who followed the chiefs whispered, and from time to time a malicious eye fell on Orgrim and Drek'Thar.

"But if it's the Frostwolf clan, you can make this decision and I can understand it."

Fenris snorted:

"After all, you have always been so cowardly that even Blackhan will look down upon you."

"You guys."

In a very embarrassing scene, Orgrim finally opened his mouth. He told himself not to look at the eyes that those chiefs despised. He just whispered:

"Do you think you won in Arathi Highlands?"

"of course!"

Grom Hellscream arrogantly said:

"Those humans can't stop us, only a charge is needed, and the guards of the prisoner of war camp will be scattered. Although their heavy cavalry are brave, they are not as fast as our wolf cavalry. The war on the grassland is not They have the final say."

"And if the stingy Crusher Clan can join us earlier, maybe Arathi Highlands is already an orcish world."

This sarcasm made Cargas sitting in the corner sneer. He built his long black hair with his fierce black fist blade and replied indifferently:

“I’ve never used my soldiers as cannon fodder, don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking, Grommash, now everyone is struggling to survive in this world, every soldier is precious, and I really want to Help you, really, but the ogres in the wilderness are very rampant, and there are black dragons from time to time...I must first guarantee the life of my people."

"Furthermore, Grim Batol is not far from Arathi Highlands. When the Dragonmaw clan was destroyed, I did not see a Warsong Orc running to help."

"stop fighting!"

Orgrim waved his hand and brought everyone's attention back to him. He looked at the chiefs in front of him, and seemed to have returned to the years when he led the tribe to conquer the eastern continent, but the old chief was soon sober. Come over, his eyes narrowed, looking at Grom:

"Do you really think you won?"

"Stop talking! Orgrim, you loser!"

The Warsong Chief has lost interest in this question and answer of dumb puzzles. He put his fists on the table, waiting for Orgrim and Drektar:

"Say what you want! Don't challenge my patience!"

"Moxa, that's what I want to say."

Orgrim looked at Grom in front of him:

"You are much weaker than before, even if you are trying to cover up, I can still see the weakness of your body, Grommash, it is torturing you, weakening you from the bones, every night will howl in your brain , This curse has been fulfilled, and you, the most powerful of us, have already begun to be weak, so what about the others?"

"I don't! I'm not the weak one, don't talk nonsense!"

Grom waited for Orgrim with a threatening look. He gritted his teeth and said:

"I can still cut off your head now, easily!"

"I can "see" you by lying."

The big shaman, who had not spoken, said slowly, and in the end, Grom subconsciously grabbed the tomahawk blood roar on hand.

"boom"

At this moment, Orgrimho got up and smashed the cup in front of him with a punch. He shouted to everyone in front of him:

"Don't lie to yourself!"

"Five years ago, I took my soldiers and traversed all the countries of humanity! The orcs were almost invincible at that time. Look at you now. The two clans unite to join the weakest stome in the human kingdom. Gard can’t do it! If it’s not that the war is not going well, with your character, Grommash, would you be so eager to help other clan to your chariot?"

"Neither of us are fools!"

The roar of the former chieftain echoed in the tent, but at this moment, when the secret was revealed, no one stood up to refute him.

"The orcs are no longer the same as the previous orcs. We can no longer defeat the human army as easily as before. You only know that there are nearly 200,000 orcs on this continent, but do you know how many humans are on this continent? That is Dozens of us! You are just fighting a war that you have no hope of winning at all!"

"That's why I called you here, and that's why I can stand your sarcasm and sit here!"

The blue muscles on Orgrim's neck burst, and he waved his hands to vent all his anger and unwillingness:

"We can't fight with humans in a comprehensive way! At least not until the trouble of demon blood is solved! Grommash, I know you are not reconciled, but I ask you to calm down now, don't look for each other like a grown-up bear child An excuse!"

Facing Orgrim's questioning, Grom gritted his teeth and retorted:

"The body may become weak, but our warriors can use their will..."

"Will will not feed you! Will will not make you invulnerable! Will will never help you win this war!"

Orgrim interrupted Grum's rebuttal arbitrarily. His severe eyes glanced at the people before him. He said in a deep voice:

"Accept reality, we must preserve our last heritage in another way. Don’t forget that we sacrificed so much. Why did we open the door to darkness? We only want a place that is enough to accommodate us... Now, we found that place!"

Big Shaman Drektar handed the hide in his hand to the other chiefs. He coughed and said:

"In this world, not just the eastern continent, but across the endless sea, the warrior Rexxar has discovered the situation of the Kalimdor continent for us, where there are many unowned and wild places, and there is no human power there. We can completely rebuild our civilization there, pull our feet out of the quagmire of the Eastern Continent, and take our people to start a new life."

"Even a child knows that we can't live our lives by fighting."

Drek'Thar's voice is not loud, but with the help of elemental power, it clearly passed into the ears of each participating chief, accompanied by the skins written by Rexxar about the situation of the Kalimdor mainland Passing between the chiefs and the warlords, a silent atmosphere enveloped the tent.

No one wants to say anything at this time, because Orgrim has exposed a cruel reality that cannot be concealed, and they really can’t win this war, but everyone’s thinking is the same as Grom, a real The orcs admire the battlefield, and they are not willing to admit their weakness and weakness.

But the silence is always to be broken, watching Grom, Fenris and Cargas no longer speak, Orgrim shrugged, he continued to say:

"I know what you are thinking, but rest assured, I will not be foolish enough to hand over my arms, kneel down on the ground and pray for human kindness. Before we decide to negotiate with them, we have to light up our muscles, so I will wear frost The warriors of the wolf clan join you, Grommash."

Grom raised his head sharply, a flash of joy flashed in his eyes, but soon, Orgrim explained:

"Just temporarily, I will join you. I will help you persuade other small clans to join them. We must end the war in Arathi Highlands within a short period of time as soon as possible, break through all the POW camps, and release our compatriots. Come out...Wait until we twist into a rope, when the league is facing the third war is about to start, when they feel the horror caused by the orcs again, that is the real negotiation time."

"We don’t want to fight, but we have to threaten them with war! There are a lot of problems inside the alliance. Gilneas and Quel'Thalas have left the alliance. They are falling apart. This is our advantage, but we have to restrain our actions. Chiefs, wanton killing is an evil of the old tribes, and since we are negotiating, we have to catch more prisoners!"

"If you don't have to, you can't kill people any more. You have to leave room for both parties. Do you understand what I mean?"

Grom and Fenris did not answer. It was Kargas, the cruel chief of the Shattered Hand Clan, who stood up and refuted, walked to the table and looked at Orgrim mockingly:

"You're playing with your careful eyes, taking us to the battlefield and sacrificing the life of the warriors, but you can't give us any promise! Just like the tribe that once failed, you are a cowardly guy, Orgrim! The enthusiasm and wit that you have shown in front of us are all in your palms because the person who sent those soldiers to the battlefield is not you!"

"I will not obey you! I will not obey a coward! I will not be like you, begging for pity from the Alliance!"

"To shut up!"

Orgrim jumped onto the table swiftly and took a few steps, strangling unguarded Calgas. At the moment when the table was overturned, the chief of the broken hand was under the eyes of the public and was killed by angry Orgrim. Deadly pressed on the ground, blood was bursting out of the eyes of the former chieftain. He looked at Cargas fiercely, and he roared:

"I am qualified enough to be generous, because I... I will be the first to set foot on the battlefield and fight with the Alliance! I will also become the pioneer of the Horde, and I will step into Lordaeron on your behalf and step into that any Everyone wants to stab me in my city! I will take the risk of being dumped to fight for the future of the tribe! To rescue your arrogant fools who are not willing to give up violence!"

"Therefore, I have the power to be generous!"

Orgrim's voice echoed in the tent:

"You remembered me, Cargas, if you can still live in Azeroth in the future, it is all because of me! The person who is the most unqualified here to question me is you! You are a miscellaneous who only likes to abuse !"

Behind Orgrim, Frostwolf Shaman Drektar stood up and straightened his robe. He blindfolded his eyes across the hall with black stripes. He clapped his hands. A young orc was in the chieftain With the gaze of the warlords, they walked into the tent and stood next to Drek'Thar, while Orgrim also released Calgas' neck at this moment.

"My...my name is Guy Guell, son of Durotan!"

Thrall took a deep breath and spoke in less skilled Orc to the people staring at him:

"I will step on the battlefield with my uncle Orgrim. At the necessary moment, I will go to Lordaeron with him. I used to hate the orcs of the old tribe. They only know **** and destroy, but in the most recent In a few days, I saw the other side of the orcs. We are not arrogant creatures. In this world, we should live."

"So if my people need me to make sacrifices, then I will make sacrifices! I am happy to see the orcs integrate into this world. I do not know you, chiefs, warlords, but I am willing to help you win peace. .. even at my own price in exchange for peace."

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