Orgrim's roar resounded through the palace and even outside the palace.

The four young orcs guarded by the guards also heard Orgrim's cry, and the most reckless Garrosh jumped up from his chair, his fists clenched, and stared at the paladin Uther who was guarding them in front of him.

The paladin also looked at him, at the reckless orc young man.

"I have to admit that Ogrim's statement even made me applaud him."

Uther whispered:

"But if he thinks this will scare us, then he's wrong... Sacrifice will not make the warrior feel afraid, and more sacrifice will only make the human race give birth to more warriors, and the orcs can't win, which is doomed from the beginning. ”

"But we don't want to keep humanity sacrificing."

Garrosh's arm was grasped by Thrall, and the young son of the frostwolf stepped forward and stood in front of Uther, who looked at the great knight who had a great reputation in Tarunmir, and said softly:

"Grand Chief Orgrim took us to Lordaeron, at the risk of being killed by you, we are not here to threaten you, Grand Knight, the Horde is already very weak, we really can't fight, but the Alliance, the Alliance is the same, we are not here to start a war, we are here with a will for peace, maybe it is naïve to say so, but... We want both sides to put aside their hatred for a while, that's all. ”

"For the time being?"

Uther's eyes narrowed, and he looked at the green-skinned, blue-eyed young orc in front of him, and said:

"It's a good word for the time being, just as good as your human language, what's your name?"

"Sal!"

Sal breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"My name is Thrall, also known as Gouyle, I am here on behalf of the Frostwolf Clan, the Great 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 Frostwolf, Warsong, Bloodring and Thunder King Clan have not participated in the war of Azeroth, we are not stained with human blood on our hands."

"Even from a quibble point of view, your hatred is associated with the old tribe, but now, you are venting this anger on the innocent clan, because you are hurting, so you hurt the innocent, is this the purpose of the Holy Light Doctrine?"

Sal's spicy question silenced Uther, and after a moment, the Grand Knight shook his head:

"You're smart and wise, Sal, but your cleverness won't change the tide, and even if I agree with you and Orgrim, it's useless... The world of adults is very complicated, and children are not simply right and wrong can be measured. ”

Uther breathed a sigh of relief, and Thrall could feel that the hostility in the great knight in front of him had dissipated a lot, but he was also a little disappointed, because Uther was right, the history of mankind since the Great Schism has proven that many times, kings do not measure problems from the perspective of right and wrong, but more about interests.

And now, Orgrim's request is not enough to satisfy their needs for profit.

"Tell me about your friends, then."

Uther said to Thrall:

"Let me get to know my future opponents, well, from... Let's start with this reckless young man. ”

His finger pointed at Garrosh, and the kindness that made Sal laugh, and he coughed lightly, and said:

"This is Garrosh. Hell Roar, the only son of Chief Grommash who dreams of becoming a warrior as powerful as his father, and, atoning for his father's sins for the Horde. ”

"This is Jorin. Deadeye, the son of Chief Kilrog, is a skilled orc warlock who is smart, wise, and big-sighted. ”

"This is Dranosh. Sarufar, the young man most valued by Chief Fenris..."

"Wait"

Uther interrupted Sal's introduction, he looked at the youngest Dranoche, and asked softly:

"This kid and Varoch. Sarufar and Brooks. Does Sarufar have anything to do with it? ”

"Do you recognize his father?"

Sal was surprised and said, "Mr. Wallock is Draranos's father. ”

When the youngest orc, Dranosh, heard his father's name, he subconsciously looked up at Uther, and although he tried to show courage in those eyes, he still had some fear.

Looking at these eyes, Uther sighed:

"Wallock. Sarufar is a formidable warrior, I have fought him on more than one occasion on the battlefield, and I am ashamed that I have never defeated him, and I deeply regret what happened to him in Draenor. ”

"My father?"

Dranosh asked in jerky human language, "You know my father... Did something happen? ”

Uther looked at the anticipation in Dranoche's eyes, and he immediately understood that the boy probably did not know what had happened to his father, so the great knight was silent for a moment, and he whispered:

"It was a disaster, but I believe that your father will not give in so easily, just like he is on the battlefield, nothing can bring him down, even if... Even if it's death. ”

"Nope! You lie! My father won't die... He's so powerful! ”

Draranosh's eyes suddenly filled with tears, Garrosh glared at Uther viciously, crouched down to comfort his little friend, and Thrall also glanced at Uther apologetically, and walked towards his new 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 side of the Alliance, and he suddenly felt a little lost.

Don't... Is this bitter hatred really going to spread to the next generation, even in the bones of humans and orcs? Could there be a more tragic future than this?

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"Orgrim, your clever tongue won't change anything!"

Dai Lin stood at the round table, he looked directly at the orc chieftain, and he said in a deep voice:

"The Alliance will not give up the fight because of your threat, we will not lose courage because of the brutality of the Horde, and the Orcs will surely lose! Kul Tiras will soon join the war, now that you have made a war letter! Then I'll fight! ”

"Wow"

Dai Lin drew the sharp blade in his hand and pointed at Orgrim, who had closed his eyes in front of him, and strode forward, behind him, Archmage Modra stood up sharply, trying to stop Dai Lin, but was stopped by the Duke of Berval.

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

The archmage shouted sharply:

"And you're aiding the abuse!"

"The Stormwind Kingdom will not give in!"

Boval. The light of the Holy Light lit up in the hands of the Duke of Vortagen, and he said in a deep voice:

"His Majesty Dai Lin is doing the right thing! Orgrim must die here, his strategic mind is too important for orcs, and he is a great threat to us! ”

The originally solemn king's council hall was tense at this moment, Dai Lin walked in front of Orgrim's eyes, behind him, the two old kings calmly looked at everything in front of them, for them, it doesn't matter who lives and who dies, what matters is what can be obtained between life and death.

Accepting peace won only some occupied and barbaric territories, while accepting Dai Lin won the precarious alliance to unite again.

Which is more advantageous?

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

Dai Lin stood in front of the former Great Chief, he looked at Orgrim who was waiting for death with his eyes closed, the orc in front of him had long since lost the vigor of the Great Chieftain, just like the wind and candles, Dai Lin could feel that Orgrim really came with a will for peace, but those innocent people who died in the war, those comrades, those blood that flowed because of the orc in front of him, those who died because of him.

All this, all of this made it impossible for Dai Lin to forgive him.

Can never be forgiven!

"When you die, I will personally erect a tombstone for you!"

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

"But now, die! Go to those who have died because of you, and go and repent to them, if they accept your peace... Then I'm... Accept! ”

"Buzz"

The dancing sword slashed frantically at this moment, but just before it touched Orgrim's neck, the door of the heavy king's hall was kicked open, and a cold light crossed the air, severing the sword in Dai Lin's hand with a bang.

"Bell"

The broken blade stabbed into the rich carpet below, and the flying shards drenched Darein's hand was dripping with blood, and Orgrim opened his eyes at this moment, and what greeted him was a fluttering red cloak.

The cloak was stained with black blood, torn terribly by some force, but the back of the cloak made his eyes widen.

"Anduin. Lothar! ”

"Bang"

The heavy log table in the center of the King's Hall parted outwards along the smooth incision as if it had been severed by an invisible blade, and under everyone's gaze, Lothar stood up and stepped forward, grabbing the sharp blade that had pierced into the round table.

He still had blood on his cheeks, his Mediterranean hairstyle didn't look very pretty, and he looked like an embarrassed old warrior in the worn leather armor of the adventurers, but the momentum around his body made the atmosphere of the entire king's hall solemn.

Behind them were the royal guards half-kneeling on the ground, and even the Grand Knight Uther was leaning to the side, because behind Lothar were followed four princes, a king, an archbishop of the Church of the Light, a prophet who could see through the future, a countess who could represent the inheritance of Alterac, and an archmage who represented the city-state of Dalaran.

This is already a force that can make the entire alliance tremble.

"Since when will humanity refuse to send peace to the door?"

Lothar's voice rang out in the palace and reached the ears of everyone present.

"Since when did we abandon the nobility and courage of our ancestors, fearing the return of the enemy, and bury them with our conscience?"

This question made Dai Lin subconsciously take a step back, because he saw the incredible light in his son's eyes, which made him feel ashamed.

"Since when will the noblest bloodline of mankind place power and power over the people it has sworn to protect?"

This was a bit harsh, especially for the two old kings sitting in their chairs, but their eyes did not even change, as if everything that happened in front of them was so ordinary that it was not interesting.

"How did our alliance degenerate to this extent?"

Lothar closed her eyes and whispered:

"When did the cause to which I dedicated my life and all my life begin to fall apart?"

The returning Generalissimo took a step back, he stood in front of Orgrim, he looked at the kings and dukes before him, and he said in a deep voice:

"If you kill the only orc who is willing to end this absurd war in peace, then I refuse! Not because I forgave him and his tribe, nor because he whispered and begged us to give peace, but because our people need peace! ”

"I swore to protect my people, so I can't let you do that!"

"Wow"

The long sword like a bronze key was held in Lothar's hand, and the sides of the sword were covered with raised and symmetrical fourth-order blades, reforming into a complete ring in front of the hilt, and at the top of the blade, it was separated like a symmetrical tuning fork, and the surface of the blade was engraved with mysterious runes from 2,800 years ago, and when it was held in Lothar's hand, in the center of the split blade, the burning energy jumped like a scorching fire, protecting Lothar's body in it.

When this sword appeared before the eyes of the world again after 2,800 years, the breath from ancient times appeared in the sword-bearer, which was the last will left by the first and only emperor of mankind, and it ran through the blood of every human who was still alive after 2,800 years, making them feel awe and fear.

Dai Lin let out a long sigh, he took a step back and leaned slightly towards Lothar, the Duke of Bolvar knelt on one knee and lowered his proud head, and even the two old kings trembled in the power of this bloodline summoning, supporting their bodies with their scepters, and behind Lothar, the young prince and king looked at the sword with reverence.

The true imperial sword of mankind, the symbol of the co-lord of human civilization, and the true interpretation of royal power.

"In the flames of Scamdo, we see the future..."

"Wars, those that have passed, those that have not yet begun, those wars that are ongoing, have changed and ended the old world, and now everything before us is called the new era, the things that cannot be known, the things that the people want to know, but in reality, they, including us, are not ready to accept it... We needed everything we could prepare! ”

"Therefore, in the name of the last bloodline of Soladin the Great, Anduin. In the name of Lothar, in the name of the Holy Alaso Empire, I command you! ”

"Accept peace!"

Lothar turned and looked at Orgrim and the four young orcs behind him:

"And you, the chieftain of the orcs, you will get the peace you want, but this peace does not mean the weakness of humanity, we are willing to give you a place to live, but if you are not satisfied, but if the war will still break out in the future, then I will take the human warriors as I once did, and completely defeat you! We are never afraid of challenges, we are never afraid of peace, this is our courage! ”

Orgrim looked at Lothar in front of him in a daze, looking at the marshal who had defeated the invincible tribe head-on, and finally, he took a deep breath, took a step back, and lowered his head:

"Thank you, then, for your kindness, Your Majesty." <

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