"Vol'jin, good friend, this is Dranosh, a powerful warrior, and Yolin, our most intelligent spellcaster. You look uncomfortable. Is the food not to your liking?"

"No, it's not."

Vol'jin, who was sitting aside, shook his head. This troll had a pair of dark blue eyes, and the two large fangs at the corners of his mouth were also wiped clean. Faced with Garrosh's concern, he shrugged and looked back.

With the buildings of the human city behind him, he whispered:

"Our Darkspear clan migrated to the Echo Islands because of the war between orcs and humans. But now it seems that humans treat you well and do not treat you as prisoners. This makes me very curious."

"We are a symbol of maintaining peace between orcs and humans. We use personal freedom as a bargaining chip to exchange for the peace of the two races. Besides, how dare those humans?"

Garrosh sneered:

"Their noble princes have all been beaten by me. Haha, I don't know what happened to that pretty boy from Alsace recently."

"Hey."

Thrall, who had been silent for the whole time, looked back with emotion, and then pursed his lips to Garrosh:

"The pretty boy is right behind you, and he looks like he's going to have a fight with you."

"Um?"

Four orcs and a troll all turned their heads and saw Alsace, who was wearing armor, walking into the garden alone. The prince's body was full of the smell of war smoke, and his armor was also stained with blood.

There was undisguised exhaustion on his face, but he was not here to provoke the orcs. On the contrary, after looking at Garrosh for a few seconds, Arthas whispered:
Chapter completed!