Stormwind God

Coincidentally, in the cellars at the Brill Arena, Orgrim was asking similar questions from Guy.

"Remember the three questions I asked you?"

"Remember. You asked, 'Who are you? Where are you from? Where are you going?'" Guey answered calmly.

"So, the answer to the question, do you think about it?"

"Think well." Guyel's words were loud and powerful.

"Say."

Guyir stood up horribly, with orcish power in his mouth:

"I'm Goyle, the son of the great Frostwolf clan Durotan and the powerful female warrior Draka!"

"I'm across from the Dark Gate, what the humans call Draenor!"

"I want to lead my fellow orcs, get rid of human slavery, and go to a place where the orcs can rest."

At the other end of the wall, Orgrim stood up with excitement. He was back to back with Goyle, just across the thin wall. He seemed to be able to feel the temperature coming from Goyle's back through the wall, reaching directly In his heart.

"Very good! Very good! If Durotan and Draka can see you so heroic, they will be very happy." Orgrim was relieved.

"My answer, does that have anything to do with the Duke Marcus you said? Since he is such an important person, why have I never heard his name in Lordaeron for so many years?"

"Because of his name, it is a taboo in Lordaeron ..." Orgrim spent a full hour on how Duke used a series of methods to destroy the tribe's offensive, and the alliance and Lordaeron, Duke's microsecond relationship with King Terenas explained to Goyle in detail.

Goyle frowned: "If this Duke is really so horrible, then he will indeed be the biggest obstacle to the rebirth of our tribe, but don't you say he has been missing for ten years and has been defined by the Alliance as a war dead? Why do we Don't bother him? "

Orgrim sighed: "Some people are alive, but he is dead. For example, Terenas Menethil. It looks like he is so old and confused, I can clean it up. However, there is a kind of person who is even better than dead. It's more terrifying to live, this kind of person is Duke Marcus. "

Orgrim's gaze seemed to pierce through the dark channel, through the boundless sky, back to the war-torn years.

After a long time, he said, "If it was only Lordaeron, then we only need to rescue our compatriots, and we alone will be enough to subvert this country. But adding the southern part of the eastern kingdom mainland is different. That is completely Another world at a higher level. "

"A higher level?"

"Have you ever seen a sail boat on Lake Lordaere?"

"Ok."

"Do you know what steam-type steamers on the ship's roof are smoking on the southern continent? Do you know that the southern continent can use 10,000 soldiers faster than horses, day and night? A thousand miles away? Do you know that human beings have the sharpest swords, they can make a thousand in an hour? And that artillery that is enough to destroy a small hill ... "

Goyle was silent.

"This is what the man named Duke Marcus brings to the whole world of Azeroth." Orgrim looked stunned: "My body is not old yet, but my brain is already Nothing new now. I only know that if you fight and fight for freedom in the old way, it will only bring orcs to the tribe and bring real destruction to the tribe. So I pin my hope on you in the prophecy of the shaman Body. Hope you can take the orcs out of this cruel fate. "

"I will!" Gouir said firmly. "Any suggestions?"

"Just do what you think. My last suggestion came from the shaman who advised me to keep you-he hopes you will be renamed 'Saar' on the day you officially raise your anti-flag."

"Saar !?" Gouir was a little confused.

"That's the name my men used to swap you out of another slave camp. It was the name given to you by Lord Blackhold Moore Blackmore."

"Why do I have to use a name given to me by a human slave owner?" Gouir was indescribably angry.

"Because this is a name in destiny. It represents the knowledge you have learned from humans, it represents your integration with human culture, and it also represents your real destiny." Orgrim's voice became extremely solemn. : "Trust that lord. If it wasn't for his huge sacrifice, you would have been killed by the killer Duke sent thirteen years ago. Only by returning to fate will the **** of fate shelter you."

"Well, I agree. From today, my name is-Thrall!" Gouir, no, Thrall replied loudly.

"Good, you won't regret it in the future, Durotan's child. I'll leave it to you."

"Know-the orcs are never slaves!" Thrall held the tomahawk in his hand tightly.

At the same time, the young man who appeared in the thunderbolt stood up with a sore waist and legs.

"Nima, I actually became Anoschwal Sanli." The youth looked around: "Ah, fortunately no one is around, otherwise I will definitely be treated as a pervert."

As soon as he tried to move, he snored on the first move and almost fell.

Obviously, he was a bit unfit for his body.

"My body ..." Looking down, um, his magic sword is still there, even if he doesn't need to test, he knows it is normal ...

Nima, the wind blows the eggs cold!

Since the function is normal, other tests can be ignored.

Do not!

Huh!

After repeated inspections, he finally determined that his body was intact.

He was shocked and happy, forcing him for a long time, and finally successfully returned to Azeroth. Even if he had survived countless deaths and seen countless storms, he couldn't help getting excited for a while.

In the end, he took a deep breath and yelled, "Hahaha! Azeroth! I Du Hansan is back to harm you-"

For a moment, a lightning flashed in the sky, and it seemed that Azeroth could not wait to split the scourge immediately after hearing it.

Uh-huh, joking, this is actually the aftermath of space transmission.

Correct!

He is the man who hates everyone, flowers and flowers, and the handsome man who sees a flat tire in a car—Duke.

Taking a deep breath of the fresh air of Azeroth, Duke, who experienced the brutal cross-space long-distance space transmission, finally realized his current situation.

Nima, my magic circuit has burned a lot.

Voge, my storage bag is finished.

Holding the grass, I still streak it.

"No, consider the dust before washing the body. It's uncomfortable to die." For the time being, Duke, who was afraid to use magic, ran into a stream not far away to take a bath.

While Duke was washing in vain, there was a sudden sound behind him.

Duke turned to see a young girl looking at herself in amazement. The next moment, the Duke wicked sue first: "What do you peep at me for a bath!" (To be continued.)