Three days later, Alterac Valley.

"I can't believe you invited us here just to persuade us to surrender!"

Angry Warsong Clan Chief Grom slammed his fist into the wooden table in front of him, and he roared at Orgrim and Draketar:

"Was it the previous failures that made you incompetent? Or are you running out of seeds? Kneeling and praying for humanity to let us live? To hell with it! I wouldn't do that! ”

The brave chief was still as imposing as ever in anger, but if you looked closely, it was not difficult to see that Grom's tall body had also lost a lot of weight, and his eyes, which were always blood-red, shone with a trace of exhaustion that could not be concealed.

The demonia was tormenting not only the orc captives who were imprisoned, but also the brave chieftain, but he was strong-willed, and he used his will to force himself not to fall.

"Neither will I."

The chief of the Thunder King clan sitting beside Grom, Fenris, holding a hideous dagger in his hand, cut off a piece of the roast meat in front of him, and while eating, he said in a gloomy tone:

"We've breached two-thirds of the prisoner of war camps in the Arathi Heights, we've proven that we can defeat humanity, so why do we have to ask for it in a low voice when we can use what we can get from fighting?"

"No real chief would make such a disgusting choice."

In a rare attendance at the meeting of chiefs, Chief Kargas of the Broken Hand sat in the corner, staring at the silent Orgrim with mocking eyes:

"This is our second Great Chief, and I heard that you almost defeated Lordaeron? You were once only one step away from victory, and perhaps it was because of your cowardice that victory slipped out of your hands. ”

The wide tent was filled with all sorts of disdainful glances, whispers from the Overseers who came with the chiefs, and every now and then a vicious gaze fell on Orgrim and Drektar.

"But if it's the Frostwolf Clan, I can understand you making this decision."

Fenris sneered:

"After all, you've always been so cowardly, even Blackham doesn't look down on you."

"Ladies and gentlemen."

In a very embarrassing scene, Orgrim finally spoke, and he kept himself away from the disdainful gazes of the chiefs, and only whispered:

"Do you think you've won in the Arathi Heights?"

"Of course!"

Grom. Hell roared arrogantly and said:

"Those humans can't stop us at all, just a charge, the defenders of the prisoner of war camp will be scattered at a touch, although their heavy cavalry is brave, but the speed is not as fast as our wolf cavalry, the war on the grassland, it is not up to them to say."

"And if the stingy Broken Hand Clan had joined us earlier, maybe the Arathi Heights would have been the world of the orcs by now."

This taunt made Kargas, who was sitting in the corner, snort coldly, and he used his hideous black blade to build his long black hair, and replied without care:

"I've never been in the habit of treating my soldiers as cannon fodder, don't think I don't know what you're thinking, Gromarsh, everyone is struggling to survive in this world now, every soldier is precious, and I want to help you too, really, but the ogre forces in the Wastelands are very rampant, and there are black dragons from time to time... I have to make sure my people live first. ”

"Besides, Grimbaatar isn't far from the Arathi Heights, and when the Dragonthroat Clan fell, I didn't see a single Warsong orc running to help."

"Stop arguing!"

Ogrim waved his hand, drawing everyone's attention back to himself, he looked at the chiefs in front of him, and in a trance it seemed that he had returned to the years when he led the tribe to conquer the Eastern Continent, but the old chief quickly came to his senses, his eyes narrowed, and he looked at Grom:

"Do you really think you've won?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Orgrim, you loser! ”

Chief Warsong had lost interest in this kind of dumb riddle quiz, and he propped his fists on the table, waiting for Orgrim and Drektar:

"Say whatever you want! Don't challenge my patience! ”

"Demonemia, that's what I'm going to say."

Ogrim looked at Grom in front of him:

"You're so much weaker than before, even if you're trying to hide it, I can still see the weakness of your body, Gromash, it's tormenting you, weakening you in your bones, howling in your brain every night, this curse has been fulfilled, the strongest of us have begun to weaken, what about the others?"

"I didn't! I'm not the weak one, don't talk nonsense! ”

Grom waited for Orgrim with a threatening gaze, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"I can still cut off your head now, easily!"

"You lie, I can see it. ”

The great shaman, who had not spoken all this time, spoke slowly, which made Grom subconsciously grab the tomahawk blood roar in his hand.

"Bang"

At this moment, Orgrim got up and smashed the cup in front of him with a punch, and he shouted to everyone in front of him:

"Don't lie to yourself!"

"5 years ago, I took my soldiers and fought through all the countries of mankind all the way! At that time, the orcs were almost invincible, and if you look at you now, the two clans combined can't even kill Stormgard, the weakest in the human kingdom! If it weren't for the fact that the war didn't go well, with your character, Gromache, would you be so eager to help the other clans into your chariot? ”

"None of us are stupid!"

The roar of the former Grand Chief echoed through the tent, but at this moment, when the secret was revealed, no one stood up to refute him.

"Orcs are no longer the orcs of the past, we can no longer defeat the human army as easily as before, you only know that there are nearly 200,000 orcs on this continent, but do you know how many humans there are on this continent? That's dozens of times ours! You're just fighting a war that you have no hope of winning! ”

"That's why I called you here, and that's why I'm still sitting here after your taunts!"

The veins on Orgrim's neck flared up, and he waved his hands to vent all the anger and unwillingness in his heart:

"We can't go to all-out war with humanity! At least not until the trouble of demonemia is solved! Gromache, I know you're not reconciled, but I ask you to calm down now, and don't make excuses like a bear kid who doesn't grow up! ”

In the face of Orgrim's questioning, Grom gritted his teeth and retorted:

"The body may become weak, but our warriors can use their own will at all..."

"The will can't feed you! The will can't make you invulnerable! The will is even less likely to help you win this war! ”

Orgrim brutally interrupted Grom's rebuttal, and his stern gaze swept over the crowd in front of him, and he said in a deep voice:

"Accept it, we have to preserve our last legacy in another way, and don't forget that we sacrificed so much in the first place, what opened the door to darkness for? We just want a piece big enough for us to live in... Now, that place, we've found it! ”

The Great Shaman Drektar handed the hides in his hand to the other chiefs, and he coughed lightly and said:

"In this world, not only the Eastern Continent, on the other side of the Endless Sea, the warrior Lexa has found out the situation in the Kalimdor Continent for us, there are many ownerless wild lands, and there is no human power there, we can completely rebuild our civilization there, pull out our own feet from the quagmire of the Eastern Continent, and start a new life with our people."

"Even a child knows that we can't live by fighting for the rest of our lives."

Drektar's voice was not loud, but with the help of elemental power, it reached the ears of each of the chiefs present, and a silent atmosphere enveloped the tent as Lexar's animal skin about the situation in Kalimdor passed between the chiefs and the overseers.

No one wanted to say anything at this time, because Orgrim revealed a cruel reality that could not be concealed, they really couldn't win this war, but everyone thought the same as Grom, a real orc who admired the battlefield and was reluctant to admit their weakness and powerlessness.

But the silence always had to be broken, and seeing that Grom, Fenris, and Kargas had stopped talking, Orgrim shrugged his shoulders and continued:

"I know what you're thinking, but rest assured, I'm not stupid enough to hand over my weapons and get on my knees begging for mercy from humans, and we're going to flex our muscles before we decide to negotiate with them, so I'll join you with the warriors of the Frostwolf Clan, Gromash."

Grom jerked his head up, a flash of joy in his eyes, but soon, Orgrim explained:

"It's only temporary, I'll join you, I'll help you persuade other small clans to join in, we must end the war in the Arathi Heights as soon as possible, break through all the prisoner of war camps, and release our compatriots... When we are twisted together, when the Alliance faces the beginning of the Third Great War, when they feel the horrors of the Orcs again, that will be the real time for negotiation. ”

"We don't want to fight, but we must threaten them with war! There are a lot of problems within the alliance right now, Gilneth and Quel'Thalas have broken away from the alliance, they are falling apart, this is our advantage, but we have to restrain our actions, chiefs, wanton killing is the evil disease of the old tribes, since we have to negotiate, we need to take some more prisoners! ”

"If you don't have to, you can't kill people casually, you have to leave room for both sides, do you know what I mean?"

Grom and Fenris didn't answer, and it was Kargas who really stood up to refute, and the cruel chief of the Broken Hand Clan stood up, walked to the table, and looked at Orgrim mockingly:

"You're playing with your little eyes again, leading us into battle and sacrificing the lives of the warriors, and you can't promise us anything! Like the once failed tribe, you're a coward, Orgrim! You are impassioned, wise, and hold everything in the palm of your hand because you are not the one who sent those warriors to battle! ”

"I will not obey you! I will not obey a coward! I won't be like you, wagging my tail and begging for mercy from the Alliance! ”

"Shut up!"

Orgrim jumped on the table, took a few quick steps, and choked the unsuspecting Kargas, and at the moment the table overturned, the Broken Hand Chief was pressed to the ground by the angry Orgrim in full view of everyone, and the eyes of the former Grand Chief were already bloodshot, and he looked at Kargas viciously, and he roared:

"I'm qualified to be impassioned because I... I will be the first to set foot on the battlefield and engage the Alliance! I will also be the vanguard of the Horde, and I will step into Lordaeron on your behalf, into the city where anyone would want to stab me to death! I'll risk being dismantled to fight for a future for the Horde! Save you outrageous fools who won't give up violence! ”

"Therefore, I have impassioned power!"

Ogrim's voice echoed through the tent:

"You remembered for me, Kargas, if you could survive in Azeroth in the future, it was because of me! The person who is least qualified to question me here is you! You bastards who only love abuse! ”

Behind Orgrim, the frostwolf shaman Drektar stood up and straightened his robes, his blindfolded black cloth swept the hall, he clapped his hands, and a young orc walked into the tent under the watchful eyes of the chieftains and overseers, standing beside Drektar, and Orgrim let go of Kargas's neck at this moment.

"I... My name is Gouyle, son of Durotan! ”

Thrall took a deep breath and, in an orc language that he was not very proficient in, said to the people staring at him:

"I will go to the battlefield with my uncle Orgrim, and if necessary, I will go with him to Lordaeron, I used to hate the orcs of the old horde, they only know how to kill and destroy, but in the last few days, I have seen the other side of the orcs, we are not brutal creatures, in this world, we should live."

"Therefore, if my people need me to make a sacrifice, then I will make a sacrifice! I love to see the orcs blend into this world, I don't know you, Chiefs, Overseers, but I'm willing to help you win peace... Even if it is at my own expense in exchange for peace. ”<

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