"Are we going to war with the orcs?"

Luminas lay on the table with a boneless look. She looked at Tyrion curiously, the red light in her eyes beating violently: "Can we finally kill the orcs?"

"Don't be so explicit, Lumi. It's a bad habit to always tell the truth."

Tyrion showed a stiff smile:

"The cooperation with the orcs is about to end, and our relationship with them will always undergo some small changes... I also want to be friends with the orcs, but it is a pity that the world of Draenor is too small to allow so many forces to coexist.

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"Okay, everyone, go get ready! It will be very busy next time."

Tyrion ended the meeting, and the death knights left the hall in twos and threes, leaving only Tyrion and Grokush.

"Is there really no hope for Delano?"

Grokush asked in a low voice: "The elements have obviously begun to revive."

"Oh, Blackhand, it seems like you still have feelings for your world."

Tyrion said softly, and Grokush shook his head:

"It's not about feelings, I just feel a little emotional after seeing the world where I was born and raised... Speaking of which, do you want to kill all the orcs? Didn't you promise Ner'zhul that they would find a new world?"

"New world?"

Tyrion let out a low laugh: "Haha, didn't I already give it to them?"

This sentence made Grokush stunned for a moment, and then he heard Tyrion say:

"If the orcs still have a little bit of wisdom, they will seize their last chance, Azeroth, which is the only new world they can find! There are indeed countless portals sealed in the scepter of Sargeras, but there is no one

It can bring hope to the orcs. In those worlds that have been occupied by demons, there is only despair everywhere."

"So, you deceived Ner'zhul?"

A hint of gloom flashed in Grokush's gray eyes:

"Everything he did, everything he did to save the world, it just didn't make sense, right?"

"How can you say it's meaningless?"

Tyrion leaned on the chair and intertwined his fingers:

"If the orc warriors cannot be transferred out of this world in a reasonable way, it will be difficult for the undead army to develop. Your tradition makes you hate death. I just think about the problem from our perspective and then make the best decision.

Good choice... In addition, I can assure you, Grokush, that your compatriots will live very well in Azeroth, a hundred times better than staying in Draenor and waiting to die!"

"Azeroth is a world with secrets. I can't tell you what the secret is, but I can say with certainty that it is the last hope for the orcs, not just the orcs... but also, in all of this

After this is over, I will not kill all the remaining old and weak orcs in this world, provided that they will not resist me!"

Tyrion stared into Grokush's eyes:

"This is my promise to you!"

"kindness"

Grokush nodded and said no more. Before he left, Tyrion suddenly remembered something. He walked to Blackhand and whispered to him:

"The noble of Alterac, Presto, if you meet him on this trip, don't resist him and obey his request. There is a huge force behind that noble. Don't anger him. He is very dangerous.

Guy!"
Chapter completed!