Azeroth’s Death Track

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Orgrim's roar resounded through the palace and even spread outside the palace.

The four young orcs guarded by the guards also heard Orgrim's cry, and the most reckless Garrosh jumped from his chair. He clenched his fists, staring at the Paladin guarding them in front of him. Uther.

The Paladin also looked at him, at this reckless orc young man.

"I have to admit that Orgrim's statement even made me couldn't help applauding him."

Uther whispered:

"But if he thought that this would scare us, then he was wrong... Sacrifice will not make the warriors feel fear, and more sacrifices will only make more warriors born to humans, and the orcs cannot win. It was doomed from the beginning."

"But we didn't want to let humanity continue to sacrifice."

Garrosh's arm was held by Thrall. The young Frostwolf stepped forward and stood in front of Uther. He looked at the great knight who was very famous in Tarren Mill. He said softly:

"Chief Orgrim took us to Lordaeron, risking being killed by you, we are not here to threaten you, Grand Knight, the Horde is already weak, we really can't fight, But the alliance, the same is true. We are not here to wage war. We come with a peaceful will. It may be naive to say this, but... we want the two sides to temporarily let go of hatred, that's all."

"temporarily?"

Uther narrowed his eyes. He looked at the young green orc with blue eyes, but he said:

"For the time being, this word is well used, just as good as your human language. What is your name?"

"Saar!"

Thrall relieved and said:

"My name is Thrall, also called Guy, and I’m here on behalf of the Frostwolf clan. The Grand Knight is a veteran who participated in the second war. Then you must know that the Frostwolf clan has never participated in the second war. Actually Going forward, not only the Frostwolf, Warsong, Blood Ring and Thunder King's clan have ever participated in the battle of Azeroth, we are not contaminated with human blood."

"Even from a quibble point of view, your hatred is associated with the old tribe, but now, you have vented this anger on the innocent clan, because you hurt yourself, so hurt the innocent, this Is it the purpose of the Holy Light doctrine?"

The spicy question of Thrall silenced Uther. After a while, the Grand Knight shook his head:

"You are smart and wise, Thrall, but your cleverness cannot change the general trend, even if I agree with you and Orgrim, this is useless... The world of adults is very complicated, children, not Mere right and wrong can be measured."

Uther breathed a sigh of relief, and Thrall could feel that the hostility in front of the big knight had dissipated a lot, but he was also somewhat lost, because Uther was right, and the history of humanity after the great split has proved Many times, the kings do not measure problems from the perspective of right or wrong, but more about interests.

And now, the request made by Orgrim can't meet their needs for benefits.

"So, tell me about your friends."

Uther said to Thrall:

"Let me know about the future opponent, um, I will start with... from this reckless young man."

His finger pointed to Garrosh. The kindness made Thrall laugh. He coughed and said:

"This is Garrosh Hellscream, he is the only son of Chief Grommash, and his dream is to be as powerful as his father's warrior, and to atone for the sins his father committed for the tribe."

"This is Jolin Dead Eye, the son of Chief Kilrogg, a skilled orc warlock. He is very smart, very wise, and has a big picture."

"This is Dranos Saurfang, the young man most important to Chief Fenris..."

"and many more"

Uther interrupted Thrall's introduction. He looked at the youngest Dranosh and asked softly:

"Does this child have anything to do with Warlock Saurfang and Brocks Saurfang?"

"Do you recognize his father?"

Thrall said in surprise: "Mr. Warlock is Dranosh's father."

The youngest orc, Dranosh, heard his father's name. He raised his head subconsciously and looked at Uther. Although he tried his best to show courage in those eyes, he was still a little afraid.

Looking at these eyes, Uther sighed:

"Warlock Saurfang is a powerful warrior. I have confronted him more than once on the battlefield. I am ashamed. I have never defeated him. And I deeply regret his encounter in Delano. "

"my father?"

Dranosh asked in jerky human language: "Do you know what happened to my father...?"

Uther looked at the expectations in Dranosh's eyes, and he immediately understood that the child probably didn't know what happened to his father, so the knight was silent for a moment, he said softly:

"It was a disaster, but I believe that your father will not be so easy to succumb, just like he is on the battlefield, nothing can defeat him, even if it is... even death."

"No! You lie! My father will not die... he is so powerful!"

Dranosh’s eyes were suddenly full of tears, and Garrosh glared fiercely at Uther, squatted down to comfort his little partner, and Thrall also looked at Uther apologetically and moved towards his new friend.

The big knight looked at these young people representing the future of the tribe, and thought of the young people on this side of the alliance. He was suddenly lost.

Could it be that this bitter hatred really has to spread to the next generation, even engraved in the bones of humans and orcs? Is there a more tragic future than this?

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"Orgrim, your clever tongue can't change anything!"

Dai Lin stood at the round table. He looked directly at the orc chieftain.

"The alliance will not give up fighting because of your threats, we will not lose courage because of the cruelty of the tribe, the orcs will surely fail! Kul Tiras will soon join this war, since you have already entered the war book! Then I will fight!"

"bass"

Dai Lin pulled out the sharp blade in his hand and pointed to Orgrim, who closed his eyes in front of him. He strode forward, and behind him, Archmage Modra suddenly stood up, trying to stop Dai Lin, but he was caught by Bovar. The Duke stopped.

"Give up! Duke, His Majesty Dai Lin is doing stupid things!"

The Archmage shouted:

"And you are helping you to abuse!"

"The Kingdom of Storms will not succumb!"

Duke Berval Fortagan shone with the light of the Holy Light, he said in a deep voice:

"Your Majesty Dai Lin is doing the right thing! Orgrim must die here. His strategic mind is too important for the orcs, he is a great threat to us!"

At the moment the majestic King's Parliament Hall was struggling at this moment, Dai Lin came to Orgrim's eyes. Behind him, the two old kings calmly looked at everything in front of them. For them, it is not important for them to live or die. It's what you can get between life and death.

Accepting peace won only some occupied barbaric territories, while accepting Dai Lin won the precarious alliance again.

Which is more advantageous?

"Orgrim, I admire the courage you dare to come alone."

Dai Lin stood before the eyes of the former chieftain, he looked at Orgrim with his eyes closed, and the orc had lost the spirit of the chieftain before him. Reim came with a sincere will, but those innocent people who died in the war, those comrades, those blood flowing because of the orc in front of them, those deaths caused by him.

All this, all this made Dai Lin unable to forgive him.

Can never be forgiven!

"After you die, I will personally set up a tombstone for you!"

Dai Lin waved the long sword in her hand, the cold light illuminated in the hall of the Parliament, and a gleam of light flashed in the King's eyes:

"But now, go to die! Go to those who died because of you, go to confess to them, if they accept your peace... then I also... accept!"

"Om"

The dancing sword fell madly at this moment, but just before touching Orgrim's neck, the door of the heavy King's Hall was kicked open, and a cold light crossed the air, cutting off the sword in Dai Lin's hand. .

"clang"

The broken blade pierced the luxurious carpet below. The fragments of the flying fly dripped the blood of Dai Lin's hand, and Orgrim opened his eyes at this moment, and it was a flickering red. cloak.

The cloak was covered with black blood stains, and it was terrible to be torn by some force, but the back of the cloak made him wide his eyes.

"Anduin Losa!"

"boom"

The thick original wooden table in the center of the king's hall seemed to be cut off by an invisible blade, and separated outwards along a smooth incision. In the eyes of everyone, Lothar stood up and stepped forward to pierce the one into the round table. The sharp blade grabbed.

He still has blood on his cheeks, and the Mediterranean hairstyle does not look very beautiful. Wearing the worn-out leather armour of the adventurers, it looks like an embarrassed old warrior, but the kind of momentum he wrapped around makes him The atmosphere in the entire King's Hall became dignified.

Behind the crowd, the royal guard half kneeling on the ground, even the great knight Uther, leaned over and stood aside, because behind Lothar, followed by four princes, a king, and a church of the Holy Light Archbishop, a prophet who can see through the future, a countess who can represent the inheritance of Alterac, and the archmage who represents the city state of Dalaran.

This is already a force that can tremble the entire league.

"When will humanity refuse the peace that comes to your door?"

Lothar's voice rang in the palace and passed into the ears of everyone present.

"Since when did we abandon the nobleness and courage of our ancestors, because we are worried that the enemy will return, will they even be buried with their own conscience?"

This question made Dai Lin take a subconscious step back, because he saw the incredible light in his son's eyes, which made him feel ashamed.

"Since when will the noblest blood of humanity place power and power on the people who vow to protect?"

This is a bit harsh, especially for the two old kings sitting in their chairs, but they haven’t even changed their eyes. It seems that everything that happened in front of them is so ordinary that it is uninteresting.

"How could our alliance fall to this level?"

Lothar closed her eyes and said softly:

"When did I devote myself to this cause and dedicate everything to it, and when did it fall apart?"

The returning Marshal took a step back. He stood in front of Orgrim. He looked at the kings and dukes in front of him. He said in a deep voice:

"If you now kill the only orc who is willing to end this absurd war with peace, then I refuse! Not because I forgave him and his tribe, nor because he whispered to beg us for peace, but because we People need peace!"

"I have vowed to protect my people, so I can't let you do this!"

"bass"

A long sword like a bronze key was held by Lothar in his hand. The sword was covered with raised and symmetrical fourth-order blades on both sides, forming a complete ring in front of the hilt. The top of the blade is separated like a symmetrical tuning fork. The surface of the blade is engraved with the mysterious runes of 2800 years ago. When it is held in Lothar's hand, in the center of the divided blade, it is like a burning fire. The burning energy jumped, protecting Lothar's body in it.

When this sword appeared again in the eyes of the world after 2800, the breath from ancient times appeared on the sword bearer. It was the last will left by the first and only emperor of mankind, which runs through After 2800, the blood of every living human made them feel awe and panic.

Dai Lin sighed. He stepped back and leaned slightly towards Lothar. The Duke of Bauer knelt on one knee and lowered his proud head. Even the two old kings were trembling in the power of this bloodline call Shaking tremblingly, he supported his body with a scepter. Behind Lothar, the young prince and king looked at the sword with respect.

The true emperor's sword of mankind, the symbol of the co-owner of human civilization, the true interpretation of kingship.

"In the flames of Scamdo, we see the future..."

"Wars, those that have passed, those that have not yet begun, those ongoing wars, have changed and ended the old world. Now everything in front of us is called the new era, those things that cannot be known by people, the people long to know, But in fact, they, including us, are not ready to accept... we need everything we can prepare!"

"Therefore, in the name of the last bloodline of Thoradin the Great, in the name of Anduin Lothar, in the name of the Holy Arathor, I command you!"

"Accept peace!"

Lothar turned around and looked at Orgrim and the four young orcs behind him:

"And you, the chief of the orc, you will get the peace you want, but this peace does not represent the weakness of humanity, we are willing to give you a place to live, but if you are not satisfied, but if the future war will still be If it breaks out, then I will take the warriors of mankind as I once did and defeat you completely! We never fear challenges, we never fear peace, this is our courage!"

Orgrim stared at Losa in front of him, and looked at the marshal who had defeated the incompetent tribe head-on. Eventually, he took a deep breath, took a step back, and bowed his head:

"So, thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty."

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