Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Do you believe what he said?"

Uther, walking towards the portal, asked in a low voice: "That peaceful speech."

"To be honest."

Fording looked at the orc behind him with his eyes. He whispered:

"I don't believe a word! I prefer to believe that this is a stupid assassination against the kings. Go, Uther, take them to Lordaeron and give me the battlefield."

"Yep."

Uther nodded and stepped into the portal in front of him. After the slight weightlessness flashed away, he appeared outside the court of Lordaeron. The portals opened by the mages fell very quickly. Precise, in front of the Paladin, is the 200 Royal Guards fully armed.

Uther turned around and looked at the five orcs who came out of the portal behind him. He said coldly in a tone that refused to be thousands of miles away:

"Between your dangers, we want to lock you up, Orgrim, we and you both understand what you can do after you go crazy, if you really like what you said, with a peaceful Come willingly, then I think this should not be a humiliation for you?"

Orgrim looked at the royal guards who were staring at him. He shrugged, handed the warhammer to Thrall behind him, then stepped forward, extended his hands towards Uther, and he stared at Wu Thur's eyes whispered:

"It seems that you are really frightened by me, Paladin, anything I bring will make you afraid, even if it is what you need most...peace."

Orgrim's ridicule made the four young orcs behind him laugh, which made the Paladin's face even more ugly. He waved his fingers, and the royal guard stepped forward and tortured a heavy pair of magic shackles. Orgrim's hands.

Behind the former chieftain, another young orc with brown skin twitched his teeth at the human in front of him. He took a step forward and, like Orgrim, stretched out his hands towards the Paladin:

"I'm the Warsong clan chief Grommash. Hellscream's son Garrosh. Hellscream, I'm here on behalf of the Warsong clan. Since you are afraid of the chieftain, you might also be afraid of me! Come on, lock me too Go to it, or even a little bit more, kill me, and then, with the reunited orcs, in your land, come to a third war to destroy everything. Isn't that what you expected?"

Faced with the sarcasm of the young orc, Uther shook his head. He pointed his finger at Garrosh's chest and said in a deep voice:

"Don't have blood on your hands, don't be so anxious to express yourself. I locked Orgrim because I was worried that he would run away from me cunningly again. As for you...you and yours The butcher’s father is far away, but it means you are still saved."

Garrosh's face became hot because of Uther's bitter sarcasm. He clenched his fists and wanted to have a reckless attack, but he was pulled to death by Thrall behind him. Thrall was in Garrosh's ear Say:

"Calm down, he is irritating you! Don't be fooled!"

Hearing this, Garrosh gritted his teeth, but took a step back obediently. He knew that he was not as smart as Thrall, and when surrounded by a group of unwilling humans, he felt he still listened to Thrall. Seoul’s suggestion is better.

"Huh, a clever orc who can use his brain."

Uther glanced at the quiet Thrall, he said softly:

"This is really rare. Come with me, "Envoys", the kings are already waiting for you!"

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"Wow"

The heavy door of the King’s Parliament Hall, which had not been opened for a long time, was pushed open again. In the watchful eyes of the Royal Guard, Orgrim, with his hands locked, walked step by step into the palace decorated with gorgeous carpets and luxurious decorations.

In the sound of the collision of the two-foot chains, Orgrim's eyes flashed a bit of loss.

He used to have such an opportunity to enter here in a grand manner as a winner, but unfortunately, he has lost that opportunity.

Orgrim raised his head and sat on the round table in front of his eyes, sitting three kings, a duke and a grand mage. Compared with when he was "judged" a few years ago, the kings gathered together and the princes gathered. "Shengjing", the scene in front of him more or less made the chieftain feel a trace... "miserable".

"Ah, it seems that not only the orcs have failed."

Orgrim sat generously in the chair prepared for him while watching the kings. He looked at the kings in front of him and said softly:

"The league actually didn't win..."

"Do you need me to tell you again with a long sword, we won!"

Dylan Proudmoore, who was sitting at the round table, narrowed his eyes and looked at the thin Orgrim. He whispered in bad faith:

"And I’m more curious about what kind of stupid person would throw himself in again after running away? What? Mr. Orgrim, are you living impatiently? Seriously, I don’t mind using one A bullet will take you out of this world, it will be the most pleasant thing in my first half of my life."

"Have you really won?"

Orgrim raised his locked hands and waved in the air:

"If you really win, then I should be sitting in front of at least 6 kings and representatives of aliens. That would be an astonishing number of parliaments, rather than the solitary five people now, including Paul’s three old old men. With the old lady, the alliance that defeated the Horde splits...just after you declare yourself "victory"!"

This polite refutation made Dalene's eyes dangerous. The Master Mandra who represented Dalaran seemed to have not heard the orcs' ridicule. King Thoras, who came to attend the meeting, was reluctant to fight with Orgrim. The old king of Lordaeron gave Orgrim a disgusted look. The scepter in his hand clicked on the ground.

"Straight, orc, you said you came with the will of peace, but your army is still attacking our army in the Arathi Highlands and the southern frontier of the mainland. This is "peace" in your understanding?"

"General Darnas in the Arathi Highlands and his brave soldiers were just surrounded, not destroyed! And the lakeside town of the Storm Kingdom was just burned down, not slaughtered! I think this probably has proved the goodwill of the tribe ."

Orgrim said meaningfully:

"Duke Bervall, right? You came on behalf of Stormwind City, so please tell me, how many of your civilians were killed or injured when the Blood Ring clan attacked the Redridge Mountain prisoner of war camp?"

"Civilians have no casualties, but their homes are burned out!"

Duke Bowar's face was very ugly, his fists clenched tightly, he said aloud:

"But the Blackrock clan attacked our base in the Burning Plains by vile means! You are like a group of disgusting butchers like before!"

"IMHO, the league is really too weak."

Orgrim shook his head:

"You haven't even figured out who you are fighting with so far. What I want to say is that the Blackstone clan is no longer one of us, their chiefs are crazy, they belong to the old tribe, not the new tribe!"

"so what?"

Dai Lin taunted: "They are also orcs, aren't they?"

"But Gilneas are all humans, they don't necessarily share one heart with you, they just quit the league, don't they?"

Orgrim shrugged, a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes:

"Don’t waste time on these minutiae, now that the Grommash command the army of the tribe, he is not willing to talk to you, you must be clear that in the camp of the whole new tribe, you want peace, Maybe I am the only one, so if I were you, I would cherish the opportunity before me."

"Danas will not lose, I believe him."

King Thoras leaned tiredly on the throne, and the fire of his life was very weak. After Prince Galin returned, probably a new king would be welcomed in the Kingdom of Stromgarde.

But at the last moment of his life, this resolute king did not want to bow his head. He closed his eyes and said:

"If you threaten us with Stromgarde's warriors, you have miscalculated! Orcs, we want peace, but there will never be peace with you!"

"So even if you all face the crisis of division, you must stab the knife into my heart before dying, and pull me to **** together?"

Orgrim sighed:

"I don’t want to comment too much on the outcome of the Second World War, but if you still cherish the lives of the soldiers, I think we can talk about it. The four children who came with me represent the Frostwolf clan, Warsong clan, and Lei. According to your tradition, the Wang clan and the blood ring clan, they should be called princes. This is the sincerity of the new tribe!"

"Listen to me, human beings, at this moment, supporting and continuing to fight is not good for anyone. Moreover, don't you want to listen to my conditions?"

Master Mandra who had not spoken suddenly said:

"Then talk about it, orc, let us know that you are not kidding at the risk of your life!"

"The tribe will give up all areas currently occupied by the eastern continent!"

Orgrim closed his eyes and said in a deep voice:

"Including Alterac Valley, Badlands, Hinterland, and Stranglethorn, if you are willing to exchange for peace, then I can guarantee that after a few months, there will not be even an orc in the entire eastern continent, The tribe will no longer threaten any civilians of the Alliance, any village, of course, the Blackstone clan is not counted."

"Ok?"

King Terenas, who kept his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes. He turned his head to look at the others, even Dai Lin, who hated the most orcs, was surprised.

"Do you want to return to Delano?"

Archmage Modra asked, "Is this all your condition?"

"No, first of all, Draenor can't go back, we have no way to open the door of darkness."

The former chieftain said helplessly:

"And there is already occupied by the undead, so we are going to another place."

"Kalimdor!"

Dai Lin said the name word by word. The admiral looked back at the others and whispered that:

"Two years ago, in the exploration of the coast of Kalimdor by the Third Fleet of Kul Tiras, we accidentally found traces of orcs, but I thought at the time that they were just a group of deserters who escaped the war..."

King Kul Tiras turned his head to look at Orgrim:

"It seems that you have found a way for your fellow citizens long before you failed, right?"

"You can think so."

Orgrim did not excuse:

"The story behind this incident is very long. I don’t think anyone wants to waste time on it. I will just say it. I will persuade the tribe to stop fighting, provided that you release all captive orc captives. When necessary, I also hope that you can provide some boats, of course, this is a one-way journey, and if you need, we will pay the boat fee."

"Then wait for the orcs to recuperate in Kalimdor, wait for you to recover your strength, and fight back across the sea again?"

Dai Lin looked at Orgrim with a fool's gaze. His fingers jumped on the table several times. He asked:

"Do you think I will be so stupid? Do you want me to put the tiger back to the mountains? How many innocent humans have you killed, 10 years of war, you said, why should I promise you?"

"So how many orcs did you kill?"

Orgrim stared at Dai Lin's eyes. He said:

"The old tribe has paid the price for the wars of the past. The new tribe now wants to dilute the hatred, but you, you are holding the sword of hatred and don’t want to let go. Even if the last human soldier falls, let us Die on your land, right? Do you know what we will do?"

"boom"

Orgrim stood up, his body upright, like the former chief of the tribe, his roar sounded in this palace:

"We will swear to fight back! Even if the last orc dies on the battlefield, we will drag the enemy to your hell! The orcs have no home, and we have nothing but dignity! I have abandoned dignity and came Here, not to make you humiliate me, Dalyn Proudmoore, you hear me clearly!"

"The person who wants to continue the war is not me! The person who wants to continue bleeding on both sides is not me! The person who does not want to put down the butcher's knife is not me!"

"Do you still want war?"

There was bloodshot in Orgrim's eyes, and the chain that bound his arms made a rattling sound:

"Then kill me. Use the lives of your best generals and tens of thousands of soldiers to bury me, and add another blood to the blood feud between humans and orcs! Until one of the two sides falls completely and drains all the blood. !"

"Orcs may be extinct, but how long can your fragile alliance persist? Do you want another "brilliant" victory, let the last alliance fall apart, and let human civilization completely decline to the cloud, do you want that result?"

"Let me tell you, this will be a war without winners!"

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