"You think your father is a hero?"

Maraad looked at Thrall mockingly:

"You want to know what that bastard did in the past? Very good, I will tell you, and I hope that after listening to it, you will not feel ashamed because his blood is flowing in your veins..."

"35 years ago, the war between the orcs and the draenei had not yet begun, but we had already noticed the changes taking place within the orcs. Under the instructions of the prophet, we began to strengthen internal protection... My sister and I

At that time, we were in Taimor, which was a small city close to the Nagrand Grassland. It was a border city of the Draenei. We used holy objects to hide the location of the city to avoid friction with the orcs."

The great defense officer squinted his eyes, looked at the sea, and told the young orc the story of that year:

"But one day, two young orcs, as old as you, got lost and were chased by a group of fierce ogres. After being injured, they accidentally fell outside the city defenses of Taymor. My people

Saved them, because in the draenei culture, we can't just die without saving them, do you know who they are?"

Maraad looked back at Thrall and said word by word:

"Durotan and Orgrim, are you familiar with them? Your father and the war madman who invaded this world. We rescued them and left them to recuperate in the city for a few days. Our children played with them and even became

We made "friends", but before we realized it, those two cunning bastards figured out the blind spots in the city's defensive relics."

"We sent them away and gave them enough food and supplies. How did they repay our life-saving grace? Thrall... Haha, "slave" in human language, this name suits you very well, you are replacing

Your father's atonement, maybe."

"What did they do?"

Thrall's face turned ugly. He had already guessed the ending of the story, but he wanted to hear it with his own ears. Under his questioning, Maraad closed his eyes in pain and whispered:

"They attracted the Black Hand's army, those violent orcs who drank the blood of demons. I saw it with my own eyes. Those two bastards led the orcs into the blind spot of the city's defense. At that moment, they were hidden in the sanctuary of the sacred object.

The city below was exposed to the bloodthirsty monsters. In just one day and one night, Taimor... was destroyed, along with the 130,000 draenei in it."

The Grand Vindicator's fist hit the black ship's side hard, and his voice became deeper and deeper.

"When I returned from Shattrath City, what did I see? My city was set on fire. In the ruins, there were the mutilated bodies of my people, my compatriots, those innocent children...and me.

My sister, my only relative."

"From that day on, I swore that I would avenge all the draenei who died! I would avenge the souls of all my compatriots in the sky! No one can take away my compatriots...the only ones I have left.

Dear relatives,"

Maraad looked back at Thrall, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes. He looked at the young orc, and looked at the pain and despair shining in his eyes. At this moment, the Grand Vindicator suddenly felt a desire for revenge.

Pleasure, though, he shouldn't have done it.

"Do you think your father is a hero? No, he is just a butcher, no different from those orc butchers who deserve to go to hell. Do you think I shouldn't hate you? Thrall, tell me, what do you think about the blood flowing in your body?

Noble?"

Facing Maraad's tearful questioning, Thrall staggered back. The image of the great and noble father that the elder Drek'Thar had described for him collapsed at this moment. He did not think that Maraad

Ladd would lie to him, and there is another person involved in this matter now.

"I...I will go find Warchief Orgrim and ask."

Under Maraad's gaze, Thrall said with difficulty: "I will find out, if this is really the case... If this is really the case... I will, I will repay my father..."

"unnecessary!"

The Grand Vindicator closed his eyes and walked towards the cabin. At the end of his sight, the coast of Dragonblight was clearly visible.

"We don't need your atonement. No one will accept your atonement, orcs. The blood of 130,000 compatriots has dyed my eyes red. I will never believe you again. I will never wash away your injured blood. That is

Sins that can never be washed away!"

"You...sinners!"
Chapter completed!