"Do you believe what he says?"

Uther, who walked towards the portal, asked in a low voice, "That set of peaceful words." ”

"Let's be honest."

Out of the corner of his eye, Furding glanced at the orcs following behind him, and he whispered:

"I don't believe a word! I prefer to believe that this is a stupid assassination against the kings, and go, Uther, take them to Lordaeron, and give me the battlefield. ”

"Yes."

Uther nodded, stepped into the portal in front of him, and after a slight feeling of weightlessness disappeared, he appeared outside Lordaeron's court, the portal specially opened by the mages was precisely placed, and in front of the paladin's eyes, there were 200 royal guards fully armed.

Uther turned around and looked at the five orcs who walked out of the portal behind him, and he said coldly in a tone that rejected people thousands of miles away:

"We're going to lock you up because of your danger, Orgrim, we know very well with you what you can do when you go crazy, and if you really come with peace as you say, then I don't think it's a humiliation for you, right?"

Orgrim looked at the royal guards in front of him, he shrugged his shoulders, handed the hammer in his hand to Thrall behind him, and then stepped forward and stretched out his hands towards Uther, he stared into Uther's eyes and whispered:

"Looks like you're really scared by me, paladin, anything I bring will scare you, even if it's what you need most... Peace. ”

Orgrim's taunt made the four young orcs behind him laugh, which also made the paladin's face even more ugly, and he waved his finger, and the royal guard stepped forward and squeezed a heavy magical shackle on Orgrim's hands.

Behind the former Great Chief, another brown-skinned young orc bared his teeth at the human in front of him, and he stepped forward and, like Orgrim, stretched out his hands towards the paladin:

"I'm Gromash, the Warsong Clan Chief. Garrosh, son of the roaring hell. Hell Roar, I'm here on behalf of the Warsong Clan, and since you're afraid of the Great Chief, maybe you'll be afraid of me too! Come, lock me up, or more simply, kill me, and then have a third great war on your soil with the orcs who have been reunited to destroy everything, isn't that what you are looking forward to? ”

Uther shook his head at the taunt of the young orc, and he reached out and pointed at Garrosh's chest, and said in a deep voice:

"Little cub who hasn't had blood on his hands yet, don't be so anxious to show yourself, I locked Ogrim because I was worried that he would cunningly escape from me again, as for you... You're far from your butcher father, but that means you're still saved. ”

Garrosh's face was hot from Uther's stinging taunts, and he clenched his fists to make a reckless attack, but was stopped by Thrall behind him, who whispered in Garrosh's ear:

"Calm down, he's you off! Don't be fooled! ”

Hearing this, Garrosh gritted his teeth, but took a step back obediently, knowing that he was not as smart as Thrall, and when he was surrounded by a group of ill-intentioned humans, he felt that he would be better off listening to Thrall's advice.

"Hmph, a clever orc with a brain."

Uther glanced at the quiet Sal, and he whispered:

"This is really rare, come with me, envoys, the kings are already waiting for you! ”

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"Bang"

The heavy door of the King's Parliament Chamber, which had not been opened for a long time, was pushed open again, and under the vigilant gaze of the royal guards, Orgrim, whose hands were locked, stepped into the palace, which was adorned with ornate carpets and lavish decorations.

At the sound of the clash of the chains of his feet, a hint of loss flashed in Orgrim's eyes.

He had a chance to enter here as a victor, but unfortunately, he had lost that opportunity.

Orgrim raised his head, and at the round table in front of him, there were three kings, a duke and an archmage, compared to the "grand scene" when he was "judged" a few years ago, when the kings gathered and the princes gathered, this scene in front of him more or less made the big chief feel a little "miserable".

"Ah, it seems that it's not just the orcs who have failed."

Under the gaze of the kings, Orgrim sat generously on the chair prepared for him, and he looked at the kings in front of him, and he whispered:

"The league didn't actually win..."

"Do you need me to tell you with my sword again, we won!"

Dai Lin sitting at the round table. Prodmore squinted at the emaciated Orgrim, and whispered ill-intentionedly:

"And I'm more curious, what kind of stupid person would run away and fall into the net again? How? Mr. Orgrim, are you impatient? Seriously, I wouldn't mind sending you out of this world with a bullet, it would be the happiest thing I've ever had in the first half of my life. ”

"Did you really win?"

Orgrim raised his locked hands and waved them in the air:

"If you do win, then there should be at least six kings and representatives of the alien races sitting in front of me, and that will be a staggering number of councils, not the five men who are now alone, including Paul's three old men and old women, who have defeated the alliance of the tribes and split up... Just after you declare yourself "victorious"! ”

This unceremonious retort made Dai Lin's eyes turn dangerous, and the archmage of Modra, who represented Dalaran, was as if he had not heard the taunts of the orcs, King Terenus, who was not in good spirits, and King Solas, who had come to the meeting with his sick body, were reluctant to quarrel with Orgrim, and the old king of Lordaeron glanced at Orgrim in disgust, and the scepter in his hand tapped on the ground.

"Let's be straight, orc, you say you came with a will for peace, but your army is still attacking our army in the Arathi Heights and the southern frontier of the mainland, is this what you understand to be "peace"? ”

"General Danas and his brave soldiers in the Arathi Heights are simply surrounded, not exterminated! And the lakeside town of Stormwind Kingdom was simply burned, not slaughtered! I think this is probably a testament to the good intentions of the tribe. ”

Ogrim said meaningfully:

"Duke Berval, right? You're coming on behalf of Stormwind, so could you tell me how many of your civilians were killed or wounded during the Bloodring Clan's assault on the Red Ridge Mountain POW camp? ”

"There were no casualties among the civilians, but their homes were burned!"

The Duke of Berval's face was very ugly, his fists were clenched tightly, and he said in a loud voice:

"But the Blackstone Clan has raided our base in the Burning Plains with dastardly means! You're just the same as ever, a bunch of disgusting butchers! ”

"IMHO, the alliance is really too weak."

Orgrim shook his head:

"You haven't even figured out who you're fighting with until now, I want to say that the Blackstone Clan is no longer a member of us, their chiefs are crazy, they belong to the old tribe, not the new one!"

"So what?"

Dai Lin scoffed, "They're all orcs, aren't they?" ”

"But Gilneth is all human, and they don't necessarily have the same heart as you, they just left the alliance, did they?"

Orgrim shrugged, a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes:

"Don't waste time on these details, now it is Gromash who is in command of the tribe's army, he is not willing to negotiate peace with you, you must be clear that in the whole camp of the new tribe, I may be the only one who wants to exchange for peace, so if I were you, I would cherish the opportunity in front of me."

"Danas won't lose, I believe him."

King Solas leaned on his throne with a tired face, his fire of life was already very weak, and after the return of Prince Garin, it was likely that the kingdom of Stormgard would have a new king.

But at the last moment of his life, the king, who had been resolute all his life, did not want to bow his head, he closed his eyes and said:

"If you threaten us with the warriors of Stormgard, you have miscalculated! Orcs, we want peace, but there will never be peace between us and you! ”

"So even if you yourself are facing the crisis of splitting, before you die, you will stab me in the heart and drag me to hell together?"

Orgrim sighed:

"I don't want to comment too much on the wins and losses of the Second Great War, but if you still cherish the lives of the soldiers, I think we can talk about it, the four children who came with me represent the Frostwolf Clan, the War Song Clan, the Thunder King Clan and the Blood Ring Clan, according to your tradition, they should be called princes, this is the sincerity of the new tribe!"

"Listen to me, human, at this moment, it is not good for anyone to force yourself to continue fighting, besides, don't you want to hear my conditions?"

Archmage Modra, who had not spoken, suddenly spoke:

"Then let's talk about it, orc, and let us know that you're not risking your life to make a joke!"

"The Horde will give up all the areas it currently occupies in the Eastern Continent!"

Ogrim closed his eyes and said in a deep voice:

"Including the Alterac Valley, the Badlands, Hinterland, and the Valley of Thorns, if you are willing to trade peace, then I can guarantee that in a few months, there will not be a single orc in the entire eastern continent, and the horde will no longer threaten any civilians or villages in the Alliance, not counting the Blackstone Clan, of course."

"Huh?"

King Terenus, who had been thinking with his eyes closed, opened his eyes suddenly, and he turned his head to look at the others, even Dai Lin, who hated orcs the most, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"You're going to return Draenor?"

Archmage Modra asked, "That's all you have?" ”

"No, first of all, Draenor can't go back, we don't have a way to open the dark door."

The former Great Chief said helplessly:

"And it's already occupied by the undead, so we're going somewhere else."

"Kalimdor!"

Dai Lin uttered the name word by word, and the admiral looked back at the others and explained in a low voice:

"Two years ago, during a survey of the coast of Kalimdor by the Third Fleet of Kurtiras, we stumbled upon the traces of orcs, but I thought it was just a group of deserters fleeing the war..."

King Kul Tiras turned his head to look at Orgrim:

"Now it seems that you found a way out for your compatriots long before you failed, right?"

"You can think so."

Ogrim did not argue:

"There's a long story behind this, and I don't think anyone wants to waste time on it, so I'll get it straight, I'll persuade the tribe to stop fighting, provided you release all the orc captives who are being held, and if necessary, I also want you to provide some boats, of course, it's a one-way journey, and we'll pay for the boat if you need it."

"And then wait for the orcs to recuperate in Kalimdor, and wait until you regain your strength and fight back across the sea again?"

Daileen looked at Orgrim with a foolish look, his fingers darting a few times on the table, and he asked rhetorically:

"Do you think I'm going to be so stupid? Do you want me to let the tiger go back to the mountains? How many innocent human beings have you killed, 10 years of war, you say, why should I promise you? ”

"And how many orcs did you kill?"

Orgrim stared into Daline's eyes, and he said:

"The old tribes have paid the price for the wars of the past, and the new tribes now want to dilute their hatred, and you, you are holding the sword of hatred and refusing to let go, even if the last human soldier falls, you will let us die on your land, right? Do you know what we're going to do? ”

"Bang"

Orgrim stood, his body straight, like the former Great Chief of the Tribe, and his roar rang out in the palace:

"We're going to fight back! Even if the last orc dies on the battlefield, we will drag the enemy to your hell with us! The orcs have no home left, and we have nothing but dignity! I forsook my dignity and came here not to humiliate you, Dareen. Prodmore, you heard me clearly! ”

"I'm not the one who wants to continue the war now! I'm not the one who wants to keep the blood on both sides! The one who won't put down the butcher's knife is not me! ”

"You still want war, do you?"

Ogrim's eyes were bloodshot, and the chains that bound his arms rattled:

"Then kill me, and use the lives of your best generals and tens of thousands of soldiers to bury me, and add to the blood feud between humans and orcs! Until one of the two sides falls completely and all the blood is shed! ”

"The orcs may be extinct, but how long can your fragile alliance last? Do you want another "brilliant" victory, where the last alliance falls apart and human civilization completely declines in the clouds, do you want that outcome? ”

"Let me tell you, it's going to be a war without a winner!"