Stormwind God

Duke's speech continued.

"However, we are also very lucky. Azeroth is the only planet in the vast universe with a super star protection law circle. The law circle is still operating normally one day, and we do not have to worry about the strongest of the Burning Legion one day. The demons broke into Azeroth directly. Archimonde can't, Kil'jaeden can't, not even Sargeras. "

"Work hard. We don't want our children and grandchildren to be enslaved by demons. We don't want our homes that depend on our lives to be destroyed once more. We can only work together."

Duke's remarks hit every chief's heart like a sledgehammer, and it was thought-provoking.

If Duke said this during the first Dark Gate war, he would probably be sneered at.

But after so much, especially after Mount Hyjal, the tribe has deeply realized the powerful and terrible enemy.

Duke's seemingly excessive move, in the final analysis, is still the hugely different realm and vision between the alliance leader and the tribal leader. The careless response of the Burning Legion will become almost impossible to resist. In the face of powerful enemies, the grievances of the Alliance and the Horde are nothing more than petty tricks.

"Duke, we see. Let the Alliance and the Horde continue to work together to resist the Burning Legion together." Thrall punched heavily in his chest: "I swear in my lifetime, as long as the Alliance does not abandon the Covenant one day , The tribe will be an ally of the alliance. "

Duke nodded: "I swear, as long as the tribe does not abandon the covenant, the alliance will not take the initiative to attack the tribe."

A pair of big, a pair of small.

The four hands with different painting styles were tightly held together.

"Thrall, you know, I've been promoted to the demon demigod. I really can't go now. Regarding the specific expedition to the outer domain, Varian Wrynn will come over to negotiate with the tribe later."

"it is good!"

When Duke and Thrall had finished discussing the issue of general principles, Grom suddenly stood up.

"Yo, old friend, what's wrong?" Duke asked with a smile.

The famous roar master ... is old.

Years have left profound marks on this legendary hero who has experienced three battles of the Dark Gate, the battle of Mount Hyjal and the battle of Ahn'Qiraj.

Grom broke a hand, and the hair on his head dropped a lot, showing a Mediterranean situation, and he just tied the rest of the hair randomly and tied it like a spring onion.

The once firm face was already wrinkled.

And that gray beard, even body hair, makes people feel heartache at first glance.

Is this the same yelling man who sent Cenarius to the West with an axe to kill an abyss lord?

Duke didn't speak, and his heart was filled with complex emotions.

It was his shot that kept the legendary hero from dying before the Battle of Mount Hyjal.

It was also because of his shot that he really saw what a hero is.

In the whole battle of Ahn'Qiraj, Grom was described as having no highlights.

Perhaps letting Grom die as he did in history is the best home for a brave orc warrior.

On the surface, Duke had no expression, and his heart was full of regret.

Duke's thoughts were well captured by Grom.

Grom Hellscream is never a delicate person. When a person gets older, he will see a lot of things that he couldn't see when he was young.

Grom's face twitched abruptly, his shoulders trembled, and he still spoke, and his voice was full of some strange power, as if taking everyone back to the long river of history.

"I fought for the clan in the first half of my life, and fought for the tribe in the second half."

"I made a lot of mistakes. I drank the blood of the devil first, slaughtered humans, and accidentally killed the demigod Cenarius, making the tribe passive ..."

"I have been miserable, lost, and lost myself in the addiction of demonic blood."

"But I never regret it, because I swear I will chop the axe to the enemy of the tribe all my life."

"It now seems that I am not far from achieving this goal."

When Grom said that, all the chiefs, including Thrall, were silent.

Grom's decline in power is visible to the naked eye. He moved slowly, his strength weakened, and as a result he was no longer the spearhead of the Horde's offense.

This is the inevitable ending of every tribal warrior who did not die on the battlefield.

In the past years, such warriors have seen too much. In general, in order to achieve results, they even hesitate to fight to grab the forward position in the war.

Or challenge a recognized powerful monster to prove yourself, or just disappear forever in the sight of your fellow citizens.

Grom was longing for the final glory, but he couldn't get what he wanted.

Even the true **** Cthulne is dead, and he still lives in this world.

This time, he suffered minor internal organ damage, and even the power of the Holy Light and Shaman could not heal him. Healing magic can repair the body but cannot fight aging.

He is almost sixty years old.

The orc warrior's arithmetic is often poor. He doesn't know how old he is. But this age, even if placed on the shaman who rarely goes to the front line, is an extremely old age.

It is foreseeable that if there is another battle, his performance will be worse.

Grom's move, Sal faintly guessed why.

Grom turned around and said to Sal, "Chief Chief, I'm old, and I probably won't be able to play for the Horde anymore."

Would like to comfort Grom, Thrall did not know where to start.

Orgrim's mouth squirmed for a while, perhaps trying to persuade him to become a death knight, but Orgrim was silent after all.

An orc hero who is old and debilitated is not as strong as a forsaken warrior.

Orgrim himself is the best example. His current strength is simply not comparable to that of 22 years ago.

Thrall finally sighed, "Grom, you are doing a good job. The tribe thank you for more than two decades of hard work. If you have anything else you want to do, let it go."

"Thank you Chief!" Grom nodded on his knees.

When he stood up again, his face was no longer confused, and he turned to look at Duke.

"The orcs have revenge and have retribution. If I owe your life, it seems that this life is not clear."

"You don't really need to introduce ..." Duke stopped for a while and he saw Grom's eyes.

"My life belongs to the tribe. Until the end of my life, even the last second left is irrelevant to you Duke Marcus. But when the moment of my life ends, I swear my soul will belong You. As long as it is not against the tribe, you can drive me forever. My Grom * Hellscream will never have half a complaint! "