"Varok, come with us!"

Saurfang's wife begged. She placed Varok's hand on her belly and whispered:

"Think of Delanoche, think of your son, come with us, please."

"Don't worry, Nora."

A difficult smile appeared on Varok's face. He kissed his wife and said:

"I will survive, I will go to Azeroth to see you, believe me! This is my promise... protect our son, Nora, let him grow up well and become a warrior of the new tribe, and

Just like his father."

"Farewell, my beloved!"

After saying that, Varok pushed his wife into the dark door. He patted his niece on the head and put a short sword into her hand:

"Sora, protect your aunt, see your father, and tell him...his brother did not embarrass him! I will not be a traitor until the moment I die!"

"Uncle Varok, come with me..."

"Buzz"

Sora's childish shouts and his wife's screams were blocked by the light curtain of the Dark Portal. The next moment, in the empty military camp, the blood mage Severn and Autumn manipulated the magic together to turn Gul'dan's Skull against the darkness.

The charge of the gate is cut off.

With the reverse rotation of the dark green energy vortex, in less than 2 seconds, the door connecting the two worlds completely dissipated. As the light feathers of energy dispersed, Saurfang stretched out his hand to wipe his eyes, and he turned

He turned around and took out the battle ax from behind. In front of him, the death knights of the Dark Blade Knights were looking at him.

"Varok, why bother?"

A hint of heaviness and sadness flashed through Grokush's gray eyes. He looked at Varok Saurfang, who was left alone in front of the Dark Portal, and whispered:

"You could have lived with your family. You could have watched your son grow up. Tyrion has said that you don't need to fulfill that promise anymore... Why bother?"

"I am Varok Saurfang! Brox's brother!"

The orc warlord grasped the battle ax with both hands and roared:

"I can sacrifice everything for the people, but I cannot allow myself to betray the tribe... The fate of betrayers is death! I will shed the last drop of blood for the tribe! Come on, Blackhand, kill me here! Let me

Die like a true orc warrior!"

"well..."

Grokush took a step back. Luminas, Roglio and the two blood mages clenched their weapons. They took a step forward. Before the fierce battle between the two sides began, Saurfang looked at Grokush who turned and left.

, he shouted loudly:

"Tell me! Blackhand, was it worth it? You turned your back on everything and died a liar, a coward, a madman! Is it worth it?"

"I fight for the tribe! You...who are you fighting for?"

"worth!"

"Look around you, Varok, those culprits who made Draenor what it is now, those shameless black hands hidden outside of destiny, those beings who treat us as pawns and victims, those who wantonly manipulate the two worlds just for the sake of

Enemies who satisfy their dirty pleasures... I will find them one day! This is what it means for me to hold on to my weapon even after death!"

This shout made Grokush stop. He turned around, looked at Saurfang with his gray eyes, and he answered word by word:

"What am I dying for? That's what I'm fighting for!"
Chapter completed!