The High Chief eventually refrained from questioning Sarufar's secrets, and although he could have forced the guards to imprison Sarufar to protect him, he did not do so.

Sarufar was his most trusted lieutenant, and the two men forged a friendship in the war, just as the High Chief Orgrim once had with the Frostwolf Chief Durotan, and it was a pure friendship that could not be desecrated for the orcs.

And Orgrim also knows very well that a proud orc like Sarufar, after suffering such a defeat and ruining the victory of the tribe with his own hands, even if he is allowed to live, it will make him extremely miserable and live in self-blame forever, rather than this, it is better to let him fight and live according to his own ideas.

Seclusion or suicide were Sarufar's last requests, the last dignity of a pure orc, and Orgrim was not qualified to strip it off.

But the kindness to Sarufar does not mean that the Great Chief can ignore any betrayal.

"Red, Maim!"

Upon entering the Alterac Mountains, the High Chief summoned the two Overseers of the Blackstone Clan to his side, and the fire burning in Orgrim's eyes in the cold wind and snow of the Alterac Mountains made every orc he saw shiver.

"I want you to take the Blacktooth Laughing Clan to hunt down that traitor! Old Dahl will send a portion of the Juggernaut to help you! ”

Orgrim's fist clenched:

"I know you hate Gul'dan, and now, I give you the right to bring his head back! I will let you inherit your father's position and hand over the Blackstone Clan to you completely! ”

"Even if you chase it to the ends of the earth! Kill him for me, too! ”

The Black Hand brothers glanced at each other, and slapped their chests with their fists:

"Yes! Great Chief! ”

At about the same moment, Gul'dan, whose whereabouts were under mystery, also re-entered the land of the hills of Hillsbrad, and the number of orcs and ogres was more than a third less than that of the team he set out, and those were necessary sacrifices for this team to hold off the pursuers in the rear.

Of course, Gul'dan would not say this directly, he just told them that in order to avoid revealing their whereabouts, they needed to divide their troops and finally assemble in the same place, so the troops dispersed.

And the agreed place must also be fake... Credibility? When did a qualified warlock ever have this thing?

"Wow, wow"

Just as they stepped into the river heading to the hilly harbor, a group of heavily armed death knights stood in front of Gul'dan, led by a soul that Gur'dan had never seen before, presumably Talon. Bloodfiend secretly developed diehards.

"The master has commanded us to answer you! Guldan! ”

The Death Knight whispered, "He asked me to tell you that Orgrim had already started to hunt you down, and that he should have obeyed Orgrim's orders, but he valued your friendship with him, so he decided to help you." ”

"Hehe, joke!"

Gul'dan held his staff, dismissive of the Blood Fiend's relay:

"When did Tarongol feel like a camaraderie? It's nothing more than a deal, there is no need to be so hypocritical, curse the code I will give you, but it must be after I board the fleet. ”

With a low smile, Gul'dan said to the ogre Gugar beside him:

"You see, when things change, everyone will change, even the Blood Demon has learned to bet on both sides, I'm sure that guy has boasted in front of Orgrim that he will use the cursed code to reverse the decline of the tribe... Oh, what stupidity! ”

The Warlock returned his gaze to the Death Knight in front of him, and he whispered:

"Tell your master, the stupid Blood Fiend, that the curse code is not omnipotent, and that this world is not a weak Draenor, this world has guardians! Indiscriminately using forbidden spells like the curse code will only cause more trouble for him and his tribe... Of course, I know he won't listen to me, just like before, so let him continue to serve Orgrim. ”

"But for the sake of old friend's friendship, you can tell him that when I come back, I'll spare his life... Prepare him to kneel to me. ”

"Now, lead the way! I don't have much time left. ”

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"Breakthrough!"

The bloodied Grand Knight Uther led the heavily armed paladins across the battlefield, their spears flying and shattering all the orcs in their path, and the orc positions entrenched around Dalaran were finally broken through under the onslaught of Marshal Lothar's almost undamaged onslaught.

It was a true miracle that this was done despite the near-suicidal obstruction of the Death Knights and the Bloodring Orcs in the rear.

Looking at the magical city of Dalaran standing in the distance, Uther breathed a sigh of relief, and it only took half a day to advance from this col to enter the Tirisfa region to completely crush the Horde's siege of Lordaeron.

Amid the cheers of the soldiers, Generalissimo Lothar and his knights rushed to Tirisfa as fast as they could, but the joy of victory did not last long, and when Lothar arrived at the city of Lordaeron, he found that there was nothing left but a devastated battlefield.

There were no orcs, no ambushes, and it was surprisingly quiet.

"You're finally here!"

Marshal Gasseris, who was extremely tired, finally let go of the last worries in his heart when he saw Marshal Lothar walking through the city gates, and he sat in his chair in a limp posture, his armor covered with blood and scraps.

"What the hell is going on? Gathris, I didn't see the orcs! Where did they go? ”

Marshal Lothar asked suspiciously, and in the face of this question, Gathiris shook his head tiredly:

"I don't know."

"Huh?"

Lothar and Uther beside him glanced at each other, waiting for Gasseris's explanation, who took a water bladder and poured the wine into his mouth, and after completely relieving himself, he took off the armor that he had not taken off for five days with the help of the guards, and he whispered:

"One hour before you arrived, the orcs retreated, without warning, I don't know why, and I don't have the energy to pursue them again..."

The marshal defending Lordaeron sighed, and a flash of sadness flashed in his eyes:

"Lordaeron has less than 13,000 of its 70,000 defenders left, and together with civilians, we have left 60,000 corpses on this battlefield.

"That is to say..."

Paladin Uther frowned, "The orcs are only one step away from taking Lordaeron, but they give up?" Did they know in advance that we were going to break through the Dalaran line? It's impossible! ”

"I don't know, and I don't want to know."

Gasiris's voice was as low as a dream, and he waved his hand with difficulty:

"My war is over, I'll leave it to you, Sir Lothar, go after those greenskins, catch them up, and kill them all... Me, it's time for me to take a break. ”

Uther was about to ask, but was stopped by Lothar, and the old marshal looked at Gatherys, who was also no longer young in front of him, and he sighed:

"Let him rest well, Uther, he hasn't closed his eyes for 5 days, and Gasseris is right, no matter why the orcs are willing to retreat, the next war has entered a new stage!"

Lothar straightened her armor and, amid the cheers of the people, strode into the royal city of Lordaeron.

"Come with me to meet His Majesty Terenus and tell him the news of the victory at the front, and then we will begin a counteroffensive!"

Uther nodded, and before leaving, he waved his hand, shrouded Marshal Gasheris with a warm holy light, and then saluted the sleeping marshal with respect on his face, a true hero, who had proven himself in war, and whose will was even stronger than the walls of Lordaeron.

And while Lordaeron was celebrating his victory, what happened in Lordaeron, far away on another continent, far away across the ocean, did not affect the order of this continent at all.

However, this does not mean that no one on this mysterious and wild continent pays attention to everything that happens in the human world.

The Tanaris Desert, a large desert adjacent to the wide South China Sea, where the bloodsail pirates who roam the South China Sea have a large harbor, and the goblin merchant Buddy Buddy, who built a fleet for Grand Chief Orgrim. Moore is also from here, where the Goblins' Hot Sand Consortium is located, one of the most prosperous ports for the Goblins.

But whether they are savage pirates or philistine goblins, they are in awe of this vast desert, because it contains powers unimaginable to mortals.

Dragon!

And it's the most powerful and hard-to-mess dragon.

"Buzz"

In a huge miraculous cavern, the space suddenly shattered, bringing up a pale yellow ripple, and the light was like a clock, which rotated counterclockwise, and after a turn, a behemoth came out of the light.

It has bronze-colored wings, a huge, more than 40-meter body, four sharp claws, and a body covered with fine scales, each of which shines with a special light given by time.

Its body was noble and elegant, it wagged its huge tail, it took a few steps in this stone cave, and then quickly transformed into a humanoid creature, with white hair, sharp ears, blue eyes, and a slender body, it became a high elf, just from the outside, it was seamless.

It seemed to be a little uncomfortable with its human form, her steps were slightly stiff, but it soon became natural, and it took a few steps forward in its long white dress, and came to the center of the Bronze Dragon's Sanctuary, the final node where all the timelines of the world of Azeroth converged.

It fell on one knee and said respectfully:

"I have been called, the great Lord of Time, Nozdorm."

"Huh"

Thousands of huge figures appeared above the huge stone cave that was originally empty, and they quickly combined together to form the body of an ancient dragon, just lying in the air, like a small mountain, each of its bronze scales was the size of a shield, and the moment it appeared, the entire stone cave became illusory.

This is because of the power of the Time Guardian, who instinctively draws everything around him into the chaos of time and space.

"Sephir, the pride of the bronze dragon, my child, there are some fluctuations in the timeline you are watching, and it has not yet affected the future, but it is an uncertain factor, and I need you to observe..."

Thousands of voices mingled together, and finally formed a mellow male voice, which reached the ears of the young bronze dragon who had incarnated as a High Elf:

"The future and fate are uncertain, and I can't be sure if his appearance is good or bad, but the foundation of the timeline cannot be destroyed! Once he does something that threatens the timeline, punish him! ”

"Yes! Great Nozdorm! ”

The young bronze dragon bowed his head respectfully, and the next moment, the thousands of illusory illusions in front of him disappeared in an instant, as if everything had never appeared.

But the interior of this huge stone cave has been slightly distorted by the chaotic time and space, representing a powerful force that has just descended here.

The High Elf stood up, her hand ruffling her long white hair, her blue eyes shining with curiosity.

As a bronze dragon born to travel in timelines, she has seen many, many strange and strange things, she has been in charge of this timeline alone since hundreds of years ago, it is a very heavy and boring job, but now, there is a guy who should not appear to disturb the timeline, and even alarm the great Nozdorm.

"The boring time is finally over..."

The corners of Sefir's mouth glistened with pleasure, and her body slowly floated in the air, her figure engulfed in the shattered space-time the moment her toes lifted off the ground.

"What kind of pleasure will you give me?"

"Tyrion. Dawnblade..."