"I am qualified enough to be impassioned because I...I will be the first one to step onto the battlefield to fight against the Alliance! I will also be the pioneer of the Horde, and I will represent you in Lordaeron, and in that world.

In a city where everyone wants to stab me to death! I will risk being torn into pieces to fight for a future for the tribe! To save you idiots who are arrogant and unwilling to give up violence!"

"Therefore, I have the right to be impassioned!"

Orgrim's voice echoed in the tent:

"Just remember, Kargath, if you can still survive in Azeroth in the future, it will be all because of me! The person who is least qualified to question me here is you! You are a bastard who only likes to torture.

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Behind Orgrim, the Frostwolf Great Shaman Drek'Thar stood up and straightened his robe. His eyes covered with black cloth swept across the hall. He clapped his hands. A young orc appeared in front of the chief.

He walked into the tent and stood beside Drek'Thar under the gaze of the overseers, and Orgrim also let go of Kargath's neck at this moment.

"I...my name is Go'el, son of Durotan!"

Thrall took a deep breath and said to the people staring at him in unskilled orc language:

"I will embark on the battlefield with my uncle Orgrim. When necessary, I will go to Lordaeron with him. I once hated the orcs of the old tribe. They only knew how to kill and destroy, but in recent times,

In the past few days, I have seen another side of the orcs. We are not arrogant creatures, and we should survive in this world."

"Therefore, if my people need me to make sacrifices, then I will make sacrifices! I am happy to see the orcs integrate into this world. I don't know you, chiefs, and warlords, but I am willing to help you win peace.
Chapter completed!