"Bell..."

The low chime rings in the twilight, signaling the end of the day's work.

The people of the medieval civilization did not have much entertainment, so every time it came to this time, the tavern business in the streets of Lordaeron was always good, but today is an exception, at this time the streets that should be bustling are almost empty, and even the owners of the taverns have locked their doors.

The traces of the attack on the city two months ago are still vivid, and when you look out of the city square, the towering towers at the entrance to Lordaeron are still mutilated, and if your sense of smell is good enough, you can even smell a puff of smoke and fire, as if the smoke of the fierce battle never dissipated from the sky above the city.

Two Grand Cemeteries were erected at the foot of the hillside of the Tyresfa Monastery, where people who mourned the loss of family and friends would pay their respects during these two months.

But life always has to go on, so today, two months later, the order of the Lordaeron Kingdom has been restored little by little under the control of the ministers.

But the return of peaceful days does not mean that the people have forgotten their hatred... In fact, it is likely that this hatred, embellished with blood, will fade from the hearts of the people and will be passed down through several generations before gradually dying out.

"Kill him!"

"Cut off his head!"

"Butcher! Executioner! Murderer! ”

The side door of the city square was slowly opened, and the prisoner cart, escorted by 30 heavily armed knights, drove out of the dark passage and saw the sunlight again, so that Orgrim, who was sitting in the prisoner car, couldn't help but raise his hand and cover his eyes, this action made the heavy chains that trapped him rattle, and the appearance of the orc chief also made the square that was already crowded with citizens boil.

Everyone was shouting the name of the murderer, they clenched their fists, their eyes were full of anger and hatred, whether it was an old man who was kind to people or a young man who had just grown up, their faces were full of distorted and hideous expressions, eager to choose someone to eat.

If it weren't for the soldiers blocking the roads on both sides of the square, I am afraid that Orgrim would have been forcibly taken out of the prison car by these crazy citizens and dismembered his body, in fact, if it were not for this public trial, I am afraid that Orgrim's prison car would have been completely flooded with rotten leaves and rotten eggs.

"Huh"

The orc chief sitting in the prisoner cart looked left and right, and he saw the madness of the townspeople, he shook his head and let out a disdainful laugh.

"What are you laughing at? Orcs! ”

The Grand Lord Alessandro, who led the knights forward. Mograine turned his head to look at Orgrim, and he asked in a deep voice:

"Frightened mad by the upcoming trial?"

"I'm just laughing at them..."

Orgrim pointed to the shouting human civilians, and he whispered:

"Most of them haven't even seen me, and when I laid siege to Lordaeron with my army, they could only hide under their beds and shiver, but now?"

"Look at them, it seems that each of them has become a messenger of justice, eager to kill me, the evil one... You say, if your king condemns me to death in the gladiatorial arena, how many of these "warriors" will have the courage to come face to face with me? ”

"Huh... At the end of the day, that's what happens to losers. ”

Orgrim snorted, his gaze back on the row of seats glittering in the sunlight above the city square, the leaders of the Alliance, dressed in their finest clothes, sitting upright, enjoying the cheers of the citizens and the glory of being victors.

The orc chief squinted at the knights around him, then he put away his words and became silent again.

Moments later, the sturdy, inscribed prisoner cart stopped under the square, and in the presence of tens of thousands of spectators, the old king Terenus, dressed in the king's gown and wearing a ribbon. Minethiel stood up, and this action silenced all the citizens present.

Even the scorching air became quiet, and everyone knew that the trial was about to begin.

The old king stared sharply at Orgrim, who was in the prison cart below, and he reached out to take the scroll handed by the great knight Uther, and he coughed lightly, and read in a deep voice:

"Orgrim. Hammer of Doom, leader of the orc invaders! ”

"Over the past seven years, you and your barbarians have wantonly trampled on the order of the human world, brutally killing countless of our compatriots, and under the watchful eyes of the Holy Light and the Alliance, you have committed countless crimes!"

Represented the Kingdom of Stormwind, the little king Varian. Urian sat beside King Terenus, the 17-year-old with his left hand on the hilt of his sword, and in the clear and slow judgment of King Terenus, he saw the death of his father, and he recalled the scene of Stormwind being breached, and the towering fire rushing into the sky.

This made the little king's heart beat with a kind of hatred to the bone, and he wanted to jump off the judgment seat right now and stab the orcs in the prisoner's cart to death with his sword!

"The Orcs have suffered heavy casualties among the members of the Alliance in the Hillsbrad Hills, Hinterland, and Quel'Thalas, and the souls of those who have died valiantly are watching us in the sky, and they are looking forward to the end of this war and the judgment of the most heinous ones!"

The scepter in the old king's hand was lit on the ground, and in the expansion of the amplification magic, the sound was like a bell, and the citizens remembered it in their hearts.

"Now, in the name of the king of the kingdom of Lordaeron, the orc chieftain Orgrim. Hammer of Doom, I hereby pronounce my sentence! ”

"Huh"

Everyone in the square straightened up, and the knights raised their sharp weapons wrapped in ribbons in the air beside Orgrim's prison cart like a forest of blades stabbed from the ground.

"Orgrim, you have committed crimes against humanity, war crimes, poisoning, murder..."

A long list of charges came out of the old king's mouth, and his gaze at Orgrim became more and more indifferent, and finally, the old king stopped, and he took a deep breath:

"In the name of the Alliance, under the watchful eye of the Light, I declare that Orgrim. The Hammer of Doom, will be sentenced to imprisonment, and you will repent of your sins in captivity without freedom until the day you die! ”

The verdict widened the eyes of everyone present, and a moment later there was an uproar, and the citizens shouted in a garbled voice, and it was clear from their angry waving arms that they did not accept the verdict.

It's too slight! How can Ogrim not die?

Why doesn't this orc die?

And in the midst of this noisy sound, the orc chief who had been silent suddenly spoke, and even if there was no amplification magic, his voice like a roar also spread throughout the square, and he got up from the prisoner cart and yelled at the human kings above the square:

"I guessed it a long time ago! You must have prepared me with a long list of charges, with a high-sounding name, but I know that they speak so impassionedly because the people who stand on the battlefield are your soldiers, not yourselves..."

"You know what? Terenus. Minahir..."

Ogrim straightened up, his voice muffled as tens of thousands of people watched and roared:

"I have no complaints about being killed on the battlefield by your soldiers, but it is a shame that this kind of trial, from you cowardly kings... I haven't seen you on the battlefield, and you're not qualified to judge me! ”

"You don't even dare to kill me! Why? You're afraid that my death will cause the rest of the world's orcs to revolt again, right? ”

A hint of undisguised disdain flashed across the Great Chief's face, the chains on his wrists rattled, and he reached out and pointed at Terenus above, and he whispered:

"Coward! This is your civilization! That's why you fail time and time again! ”

"You're sentencing me to life in prison? Good! I accept! ”

The Great Chief craned his neck, and he said with a sinister smile:

"I will cherish my life, kings, nobles, men! I will see with my own eyes that your cowardly civilization is once again at war, and I will watch you grovel... I'm going to look forward to that! ”

"Shut up!"

The Grand Knight of Mograine swung his sword and slammed it into the crook of the High Chief's leg, forcing him to kneel in the prison cart, but the High Chief did not resist, but instead turned his gaze to the little king beside Terenus, who stared at Varian deadly. Wrynn, he roared hoarsely:

"Human brat, you're hating me, aren't you? You hate me for killing your father? ”

"Revenge! Stab me to death with a sword! Thou hast the king's crown on thy head, and thou art thou afraid of me, a prisoner bound in chains? ”

"Ahh

The young Varian pulled out the hilt of his sword at his waist with a snort, only to be crushed by Dai Lin, who was standing beside him, and the roaring orc chief was escorted out of the judgment arena by the knights.

The whole square boiled like boiling water, and the rebuked old king, who did not pay attention to the discontent of the people, maintained the king's etiquette, and after the trial, went back to the court with King Greymane of Gilneth and King Solas of Stormgard.

The question of what to do with the tens of thousands of orc captives after the end of the war has not yet been properly resolved.

And the king of Kul Tiras, Dai Lin, who was walking last, watched all this in front of him with a cold eye, he patted Varian on the shoulder, and whispered:

"It's just the orc's death throes... Little Varian, remember that Ogrim's face, remember that expression, it's... Call the loser! ”

"Hmm."

King Varian Jr. nodded, and then heard King Dareen's indifferent voice again:

"Remember the people's grievances and listen to them, Orgrim is right, our alliance is too cowardly, and if I think those orc captives should be killed..."

This sentence made little Varian a little entangled, even if he had just stepped into the social circle that belonged to the kings, but he had also been educated by King Lane at some point, and little Varian knew very well that this was actually King Daline's suggestion to imply him and get him to support the proposal to kill the orc captives.

"Your Majesty Dai Lin..."

Varian. Wryon thought for a moment, and while he was sitting in the same carriage as Dai Lin, the little king looked at the admiral in front of him, and he whispered:

"Uncle Lothar once told me that life is the currency of kings, and I must learn to use it well, and I was thinking that if the life of our people is a precious currency, then the life of an orc must also be a currency... Even if it's clumsy, even if it's worth very little, you don't throw your money in the water, do you? ”

Little Varian's answer disappointed King Dareen, and he frowned, looking at the heir in front of him who was about to return to the south of the continent and rebuild the dynasty of the House of Wrynn, his fingers darting on his legs, and finally, he whispered:

"I am a king, and so are you, Varian, and if this is your decision, then I have no right to interfere, but I want to say that perhaps in your opinion, forgiving the enemy is a high-profile move, but let me say that this is not the mercy of the king, our mercy can only be given to our own people, not a group of invaders..."

"If your father had made this decision, what would he have done?"

After saying this, Dai Lin closed his eyes, and after a moment, he faded from the majesty of the king, like a kind elder, and reached out and patted Varian's shoulder:

"You have a good relationship with Arthas, I want my little baby Gianna to join your little circle as well, and talk to her more before you go back to Stormwind, Drake's injury really scared the hell out of my little cutie."

"Uh..."

Varian blinked, smiled and said to Dai Lin:

"But Sister Gianna seems to prefer to play with her peers, and I don't think I should bother her and Arthas, maybe tomorrow... The day after tomorrow, I'll go see Prince Drake and go as a friend. ”

"Hahaha, it's okay, it's okay."

His Majesty Dai Lin touched his beard, and he whispered:

"The current king of the Stormwind Kingdom should indeed be friends with the future King of Kul Tiras, little Varian, don't follow the example of your grandfather and your father, you have already experienced the disadvantages of the isolation policy, I hope that under your leadership, the Stormwind Kingdom can strengthen its relations with the rest of the human race."

"At least in my opinion, there is no territorial dispute between Kurtilas and the Stormwind Kingdom, we were born to stand together..."