Orgrim's roar echoed throughout the palace and even spread outside the palace.

The four young orcs who were guarded by the guards also heard Orgrim's cry. The most reckless Garrosh jumped up from his chair. He clenched his fists and stared 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, Orgrim's statement even made me couldn't help but applaud him."

Uther whispered:

"But if he thinks that this can scare us, then he is wrong... Sacrifice will not make warriors feel afraid, and more sacrifices will only give birth to more warriors for humans. The orcs cannot win. This is why

It was doomed from the beginning."

"But we don't want to continue to sacrifice humans at all."

Garrosh's arm was held by Thrall, and the young son of the Frostwolf stepped forward and stood in front of Uther. He looked at the high knight with a high reputation in Tarren Mill, and he said softly:

"Warchief Orgrim brought us to Lordaeron, and at the risk of being killed by you, we are not here to threaten you, Lord Knight, the tribe is already very weak, and we really will not be able to fight anymore.

But the alliance, the alliance is the same, we are not here to start a war, we are here with the will of peace, maybe it is naive to say this, but... we want both sides to temporarily put aside their hatred, that's all."

"temporary?"

Uther narrowed his eyes. He looked at the young orc with green skin but blue eyes in front of him, and he said:

"Temporary is a very good word, just like your human language. What's your name?"

"Sal!"

Sal breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"My name is Thrall, also called Go'ir. I am 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. In fact,

Not only the Frostwolves, Warsong, Bloodband, and Thunder King clans have not participated in the war on Azeroth, but we have no human blood on our hands."

"Even from a sophistry point of view, your hatred is connected with the old tribe, but now, you vent this anger on the innocent clan. Because you are injured, you hurt innocent people. This

Is this the purpose of Holy Light’s teachings?”

Thrall's spicy question made Uther silent. After a moment, the great knight shook his head:

"You are very smart and wise, Thrall, but your cleverness cannot change the general situation. Even if I agree with you and Orgrim somewhat, it is useless... The world of adults is very complicated, and children are not

Simple right and wrong can be measured.”

Uther breathed a sigh of relief. Thrall could feel that the hostility of the great knight in front of him had dissipated a lot, but he was also a little disappointed, because what Uther said was right. The history of mankind since the Great Schism has proven that

, many times, kings do not measure issues from the perspective of right or wrong, but more about interests.

But now, Orgrim's request cannot satisfy their needs for benefits.

"So, introduce your friends to me."

Uther said to Thrall:

"Let me get to know my future opponent, well, let's start with... let's start with this reckless young man."

He pointed his finger at Garrosh, and that kindness made Thrall laugh. He coughed lightly and said:

"This is Garrosh Hellscream. He is the only son of Chief Grommash. His dream is to become a warrior as powerful as his father, and to atone for the sins his father committed for the tribe."

"This is Yolin Deadeye, the son of Chief Kilrogg. He is a skilled orc warlock. He is very smart, wise, and has a good understanding of the overall situation."

"This is Dranosh Saurfang, the young man whom Chief Fenris values ​​most..."

"etc"

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

"Does this child have anything to do with Varok Saurfang and Brox Saurfang?"

"Do you know his father?"

Sal said in surprise: "Mr. Varok is Dranosh's father."

When Dranosh, the youngest orc, heard his father's name, he subconsciously raised his head and looked at Uther. Although his eyes tried their best to show courage, they were still a little afraid.

Looking at these eyes, Uther sighed:

"Varok Saurfang is a powerful warrior. I have fought against him more than once on the battlefield. I am ashamed to say that I have never defeated him, and I deeply regret what happened to him in Draenor.

"

"my father?"

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

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

"That was a disaster, but I believe that your father will not give in so easily. Just like he was on the battlefield, nothing can defeat him, even...even death."

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

Dranosh's eyes were suddenly filled with tears. Garrosh glared at Uther fiercely and squatted down to comfort his little friend. Thrall also looked at Uther apologetically and walked towards his new friend.

friend.

The great knight looked at these young people who represented the future of the tribe, and then thought of the young people on the alliance side, and he suddenly felt a little lost.

Could it be that...this deep-seated hatred will really spread to the next generation, or even be engraved in the bones of humans and orcs? Is there a more tragic future than this?

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"Orgrim, your glib words can't change anything!"

Dai Lin stood at the round table. He looked directly at the orc chief and said in a deep voice:

"The Alliance will not give up the fight because of your threats, and we will not lose courage because of the brutality of the Horde. The orcs will inevitably fail! Kul Tiras will soon join this war, now that you have issued a letter of challenge!

Then I will accept the challenge!"

"bass"

Dai Lin took out the sharp blade in his hand and pointed it at Orgrim, who had closed his eyes in front of him. He strode forward. Behind him, the Archmage Modera suddenly stood up and wanted to stop Dai Lin, but was stopped by Bolvar.

The Duke stopped him firmly.

"Get out of the way! Duke, Your Majesty Dai Lin is doing something stupid!"

The Archmage screamed:

"And you are aiding the evildoer!"

"The Kingdom of Stormwind will never surrender!"

Duke Bolvar Fordragon's hands lit up with the light of holy light, and he said in a deep voice:

"Your Majesty Dailin is doing the right thing! Orgrim must die here. His strategic mind is too important to the orcs. He is a great threat to us!"

The originally solemn King's Council Hall was tense at this moment. Dai Lin walked to Orgrim. Behind him, the two old kings looked at everything in front of them calmly. For them, it didn't matter who lived and who died. What mattered was

These are the things that can be obtained between life and death.

Accepting peace will only win some occupied barbaric territories, but accepting Dai Lin will win the precarious alliance once again united.

Which one is more beneficial?

"Orgrim, I admire your courage to come alone."

Dai Lin stood in front of the former war chief. He looked at Orgrim, who had his eyes closed and was waiting for death. The orc in front of him had long lost the vigor and vigor he had when the war chief had been there. He looked like he was dying. Dai Lin could feel that Ogrim was dying.

Reim came with the will of peace sincerely, but those innocent people who died in the war, those comrades, those blood shed because of the orc in front of him, those deaths caused by him.

All of this made Dai Lin unable to forgive him.

Never forgive!

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

Dai Lin waved the long sword in his hand, a cold light lit up in the parliament hall, and a glimmer of light flashed in the king's eyes:

"But now, go to hell! Go see those who died because of you and confess to them. If they accept your peace...then I...accept it too!"

"Buzz"

The dancing sword slashed down crazily at this moment, but just before it came into contact with Orgrim's neck, the heavy door of the King's Hall was kicked open, and a cold light passed through the air, cutting off the long sword in Dai Lin's hand.

.

"clang"

The broken blade pierced the luxurious carpet below, and the flying fragments caused Dai Lin's hand to drip with blood. At this moment, Orgrim also opened his eyes, and what he saw was a floating red.

cloak.

The cloak was stained with black blood and was torn horribly by some force, but the figure with the cloak on his back made him widen his eyes.

"Anduin Lothar!"

"Bang"

The heavy log table in the center of the king's hall seemed to be cut off by an invisible sharp blade, splitting outward along the smooth cut. Under everyone's gaze, Lothar stood up, stepped forward, and pierced the round table with the knife.
To be continued...