"dragon?"

Grokush's expression became subtle: "So, you really cooperated with the black dragons?"

"Father, I..."

Reid wanted to explain something, but was interrupted by Grokush with a wave of his hand:

"I don't want to hear the details, and I don't care about the details. I just want to ask you, is it too late to get out now?"

Red stood up hurriedly. From his father's words, he tasted something bad. As a warchief, in the past few years, he had been getting along with many forces in intrigues. He was no longer the simple orc he used to be. He tried to

Sexually asked:

"Father, the forces you are loyal to must..."

Grokush glanced at his son and said softly:

"Your Majesty's eyes have been set on Blackstone Mountain. Soon, this place will become a living hell. I am here to give you an ultimatum. Red, my son, leave here with the Blackstone orcs who are loyal to you.

This is the last power I can get for you!"

"You want me to run away without a fight?"

There was a hint of stubbornness in Reid's tone. He took a step back and looked at his father, whose face was no longer the same. The orc in front of him was another body, an orc he had never seen before. Although the inner soul was

his father.

"I have been ruling my tribe according to the way you taught me. I have always followed your example, but now, you ask me to leave my subjects and flee without a fight? No, I cannot agree."

"So, you want to stand opposite me?"

Grokush asked calmly: "Red, do you want to challenge me? Do you want to challenge the Dark Blade?"

"I just...just can't leave like this! That's all!"

Red clenched the weapon behind his back and said in a solemn voice: "I have my responsibility, I have my mission! Nefarian promised me..."

"The Black Dragon Prince himself can't protect himself. Do you still care about the future he promised?"

The old orc sneered, and his green eyes became dim:

"I might as well say it straight, Red. The Black Dragon Prince will soon usher in his end, and fall into hell with all his ambitions and delusions. I won't let you escape. Listen to me, Red.

Chief Blackhand, I just want you to take your people back to your hometown... Draenor, that world did not collapse as we expected. On the contrary, it is recovering bit by bit. You can go back there, Nagrand.

The grasslands are large enough for the Blackstone Tribe to continue to exist."

"The disputes in this world will be resolved by me personally, and you...you must dedicate everything you have to the continuation of the Blackstone Clan! Including Maimu, he can get the best treatment in Draenor!"

"Then... what about the Fire Seal Clan? Where are the Burning Thorn Trolls? They are also my people!"

Red Blackhand roared:

"They are loyal to me!"

Grokush did not answer any more. He looked at his son and slowly retreated into the shadows behind him:
Chapter completed!