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Since the defeat of the Dragonmaw clan in Northeron, the remaining main force had been forced to take a boat to sea and fled to Durotar in despair to join the new tribe led by Go'el.

The Wildhammer dwarves were able to control the entire territory of Northeron, completely restored this ancestral land, and regained the old capital of Grim Batol, which had been abandoned for many years.

More than 200 years have passed, and the curse that the Dark Iron Demon Queen Modgud left in this city has long since dissipated.

Sarlayan had personally been to Grim Batol and fought to the death against Deathwing in this huge city.

In terms of scale, Grim Batol is no smaller than Ironforge, the capital of the Bronzebeard dwarves, but many areas have been blocked due to rockfalls.

As long as you take care of it with care and time, Grim Batol will surely become another important stronghold of the Kingdom of Khaz Modan.

The Wildhammer dwarves who won the war were well fed, but the Dragonmaw clan, who was forced to flee at sea, was not so lucky.

As we all know, the navigation skills of the orcs are very poor, and the ships in the hands of the Dragonmaw clan are all antiques left over from the old tribal period. These extremely high-priced ships were transformed from armed merchant ships by goblin profiteers.

Old antique broken ships coupled with alarming navigation skills... When the Dragonmaw clan went through all the hardships and crossed the sea to reach Durotar, the Dragonmaw orcs who luckily landed were only about half of what they were when they set out to sea.

Fortunately, the mainstay of the Dragonmaw clan, the old chief Zuluhid, still survived tenaciously. He only got a little sick due to the turbulence on the sea.

When the Dragonmaw clan landed in Durotar, Go'el personally led the chiefs of each clan to the seaside to greet them.

Go'el did not have the slightest fondness for Nekros, the former Dragonmaw chieftain who abused fel powers.

It is precisely because of Nekros' perverse behavior that the orcs have attracted the hostility and hatred of the dragon clan.

However, Go'ir has a lot of respect for the old chief Zuluhid who always adheres to the way of shaman. This old man is a highly respected person of the same era as his mentor Drek'Thar.

As the saying goes, ginger is still spicier with age.

Counting the young Frost Wolf cub in front of him, Zuluhid had followed the war chief for three generations. With his rich experience, his vision of people was far more sinister than those impatient Dragonmaw radicals.

Zuluhid had had a lot of contact with Drek'Thar and Galad, and he could tell at a glance that although Go'el had never met his grandfather, this kid had perfectly inherited the legacy of Galad. Dena's idea was ridiculed by countless orcs at the time.

The concept of being kind to others and developing peacefully.

Many people ridiculed Galad for being weak, but Zuluhid knew that Galad would not just give in blindly.

When it's time to take action, he will not hesitate to show his tough side, but he will not show force like other orc clans, and will first try to solve the problem in a peaceful way with less loss.

The former Zuluhide also looked down on Galad's outdated ideas. After experiencing the great defeat of the old tribe, he finally began to understand Galad.

Simply showing a tough attitude does not guarantee successful achievement of the goal. If you are tough, your enemy may be tougher than you.

Although Blackhand, the first-generation tribal warchief, is extremely famous among the orcs, he is just a puppet chosen by the Shadow Council and Gul'dan, and his every move is under the control of the Shadow Council.

The second-generation warchief Orgrim was a close friend of Durotan, the son of Garad, and he was naturally influenced by some of the ideas of the Frostwolf clan.

Although Orgrim did not do a perfect job when he was in office, considering that the tribe he took over was a mess full of internal holes, it was commendable to be able to run the tribe to the point where it was only one step away from victory.

When the position of warchief was passed on to Go'el, Zuluhid saw in him the possibility of realizing Galad's ideas that were not in line with the orcs' three views.

In subsequent in-depth contacts, Zuluhid further confirmed his views.

This seemingly young warchief is far more mature and stable than those single-minded orc veterans. He is the best leader that the orcs need to rise again.

Therefore, Zuluhid decided to bet the future of the Dragonmaw clan on Go'ir, but this aroused firm opposition from the radicals within the clan.

The mature Zuluhid had long been aware of the undercurrents surging within the new tribe, and for this reason he even found a time to have a private meeting with Go'ir.

What surprised and gratified him was that Go'ir had already thought of countermeasures to deal with those ambitious people, and after receiving a "big gift" from the Eastern Kingdom, he formally made up his mind and immediately began to make preparations to solve the problems within the tribe. Hidden danger.

In the eyes of Zuluhid, who knew the inside story, the ambitious Burning Blade clan and the Dragonmaw radicals who were used as gunmen were just clowns controlled by Go'el behind his back, and their plans were destined to be impossible to succeed.

"Hey~"

Go'il's youth and promise made Zuluhid, who was getting older, sigh bitterly.

"Galad, I didn't expect that this old boy like you would have the last laugh. At least in terms of cultivating successors, I, Zuluhid, would be the loser."

Zuluhid is indeed old and strong, but it is a tragedy that the Dragonmaw clan allows him, an old chief who once abdicated, to stick around until now.

This proves that the Dragonmaw clan has no successor.

As he slowly left the dark alley with a cane, Zuluhid looked thoughtfully at the young female orc beside him who was supporting him.

"Zaela, if you were to lead the Dragonmaw clan, how would you make a choice?"

"Follow those traitors to rebel? Or do you believe that Go'el can lead us back to the top?"

"ah?"

The female orc named Zaira did not expect that the old chief would suddenly ask herself this question, and scratched her head with a blank look on her face: "I... should probably choose to follow Chief Guy'ir."

Zuluhid asked with interest: "Tell me your reasons."

Zaira said with a naive smile: "The reason is simple. Only he can be recognized by the unruly Grom Hellscream. Others want to rise to the top... With all due respect, they all need to pass the Warsong Clan first. "

"Hmm...not a bad angle to consider."

Zuluhid smiled and continued to ask: "So, why do you think Go'ir can get the recognition of Grom's thorny head? Is it because of Orgrim's entrustment?"

"Probably, no."

Zaila lowered her head and pondered for a moment before answering: "The people of the Hellscream family have always only believed in the set of principles they follow...that is, the strong is respected."

"Although I don't know what happened between Grom and War Chief Go'el, but since the War Chief can be recognized by Hellscream, it shows that his personal bravery is not bad."

"good."

Zuluhid curled his lips with a complicated expression, showing both relief and sarcasm.

"Even you, an inexperienced young man, can think of things, but some idiots who are immersed in their own world selectively ignore it. It's really ridiculous."

"Now, do you know why I thought at the clan meeting that Go'ir is a qualified chief in all aspects... and can even be regarded as an excellent chief?"

Zaila nodded thoughtfully: "Chief, do you know why Chief Go'el is recognized by Hellscream?"

"Of course I know."

After walking out of the dimly lit dark alley, Zuluhid looked up at the sunny sky.

"You should have heard of the name Archimonde, right?"

Zaira's expression suddenly changed, and she replied solemnly: "I heard that he was the boss of Mannoroth, the abyss lord who once enslaved the orcs like us, and one of the three giants of the Burning Legion."

"That's right."

Zuluhid slowly continued to move forward with his cane: "So, you should have heard the news that Archimonde died in the battle on Mount Hyjal, right?"

"How much price do you think Azeroth has to pay to defeat that powerful demon lord?"

Zaira smiled bitterly and shook her head: "To be honest, I can't think of it, because I simply don't think Azeroth can defeat the Defiler with its current strength."

"But they just did it."

"Yes, we did it." Zuluhid sighed with cloudy eyes: "While we were still busy fighting among ourselves, Go'ir had already led the new tribe to accomplish such great deeds."

"Let me tell you why Grom recognized Go'ir. The answer is actually very simple."

Zuluhid raised his trembling arms and pointed in the direction of Mount Hyjal north of Orgrimmar: "Because they had fought side by side on that hellish battlefield, trusting each other with life and death."

"Therefore, that guy Grom knows Go'el's abilities...in all aspects better than anyone else."

I have food poisoning, diarrhea and collapse... I am still in the hospital with severe diarrhea at the moment. I will take a day off tomorrow and will resume updating the day after tomorrow.