Gul'dan left, taking with him 70% of the Horde's reinforcements and supplies, while the remaining orcs scattered throughout the Stratholm region to plunder.

They will travel all the way south from the Stratholm area to Talon. The Death Knights of the Blood Demon re-enter the hills, return to the Tribal Harbor in the Wetlands, and set sail for an unknown fate.

It was like a slap in the face of the imprisoned and free Sarufar, and the worst thing was that before leaving, the evil orc warlock set a fire to the already empty camp to attract the attention of the surrounding Alliance troops and buy them more time!

"It's over!"

Sarufar watched the flames lick the entire camp bit by bit, an unimaginable despair consumed his heart, he would be burned to death here, no one would know where he ended up... This was not the end of his fears.

As an orc warrior who still holds on to his honor, Sarufar's greatest fear is to be recognized as a traitor by the High Chief and his brother Bloxhiga, a traitor who has betrayed the tribe and betrayed his honor with Gul'dan!

Gul'dan would not be kind enough to explain that the loss of life and the loss of honor at the same time is like hell for a person like Sarufar!

"Bang

The chains that bound his body were shaken frantically by the orc warriors, trying to break free from the chains, but his whole body was weak, and the toxins in his body were eating away at what little sobriety and will he had.

In the midst of the blazing fire, he began to shout:

"Anyone?"

"Is anyone else?"

"Let go of me! Come help me! ”

"The Great Chief is still waiting for me! I can't... I can't let him down! ”

But there is no one left, in the previous raiding operation, Sarufar sent a lot of orcs to attract the attention of the alliance defenders in all directions, those orc warriors will not take the initiative to find a large force before getting an order, but now, these soldiers who obey the order have completely sent Safarul into a desperate situation.

"Gul'dan!"

The Orc Overseer roared madly, if he could go back to the night of Quel'Thalas, he would definitely watch Gul'dan's soul be taken away by those Death Knights, and this scourge might have died by then!

He thought back to what Orgrim had told him before leaving, and he could choose to kill Gul'dan if necessary.

Apparently, the Great Chief was also suspicious of Gul'dan's loyalty, but Sarufar's stubbornness led him and his army into this desperate moment.

The fire, the orange-red flames burned in the vast, empty camp, and soon joined together, setting all the tents on fire, and Sarufar's heart was dead, his eyes glazed, and the orc overseers bound to the stone gave up their resistance and struggle, allowing the flames to surround him.

But before the flames ignited his body, the remorse and self-blame in his heart had completely devoured his soul like a giant beast with teeth and claws.

His heart, in the face of this defeat, was dead.

"Huh"

The cold wind extinguished the flames in front of Sarufar at this moment, and the abnormally low temperature made the orc overseers subconsciously raise their heads and see the tall figure walking into the fire.

It was an orc, a Death Knight, a member of Tyrion's Order of the Darkblade.

"Blackhan! I know you..."

Sarufar stared blankly at the silent orc Death Knight in front of him, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Did you come to see me come to my end? Are you here to laugh at my failures? Still is... Send me out of this world? ”

"I'm not that bored yet!"

Grokush looked at the Orc Overseers in front of him, who had been struck to despair, and a glint flashed in his dark eyes, and he pulled out the axe behind his back with his backhand.

"Click, click"

The chains that bound Sarufar were severed, and the orc overseers were freed, but as soon as he stood up and took a step, he collapsed weakly on the ground, and was then grabbed by Glokush, slung to his shoulders, and strode out of the fire.

The scorching flames cleared a way through the icy storm, and beyond the fire, a white-boned griffon awaited its master.

"Tyrion wants to see you, Sarufar, it's time for you to face your fate, and call me Grokush, I don't like that name."

The Bone Griffin flew in the air for 10 minutes, and finally came to the place where Stratholme and Hillsbrad Hills meet, Glokush steered the griffin to fall, and all the members of the Knights of the Dark Blade were resting on the mountain below, and beside them, there were nearly a hundred orc warriors who had been hacked to death, and some of the awakened low-level knights were cleaning up the battlefield, apparently, a pursuit had just ended here.

"Smack"

Sarufar was tossed to the ground, and he looked up with great difficulty to see Tyrion wiping his sword, who was sitting on the corpse of an ogre, looking at him with a sarcastic look.

The mocking gaze rekindled the shame in Sarufar's heart, but he still craned his neck and refused to bow his head, he looked at the leader of the Death Knights, and asked in a deep voice:

"What are you bringing me here for? Tyrion! ”

"I just want to see what a loser looks like."

Tyrion pierced Sarufar's scar mercilessly, he sheathed his sword, supported his chin with his left hand, and looked at the orc overseer in front of him with a playful expression:

"How does it feel to be betrayed by Gul'dan? Lo and behold, my curse has been fulfilled! I guess you should regret it now, if you hadn't stopped me then... If you hadn't stolen our victory, the Horde's victory wouldn't have been stolen by Gul'dan. ”

"Sarufar, your tribe will eventually fail because of this, and you! You are the greatest sinner! , you guessed it right, I'm just laughing at you..."

"Enough!"

Sarufar clenched his fists, blood-red blood burst out of his eyes, and he roared loudly:

"Say no more! Stop humiliating me! Kill me now! Take my life! ”

"Give me a weapon!"

Sarufar struggled to get up from the ground, he supported his waist with both hands to keep himself from falling, he looked at Tyrion in front of him, and he said in a deep voice:

"It is better to die at your hands as a warrior than to be burned to death."

"Come on!"

Tyrion waved his hand, "I asked my brother to bring you here, not to fight you, as you can see, we've been hunting down the Tyranny Clan and Twilight's Hammer, but Gul'dan is more cunning than I thought, and he threw down a lot of outcasts along the way to make sure he and his core members escaped." ”

The Death Knight pointed to the bloody battlefield around him, he looked up at Sarufar in front of him, and he whispered:

"You don't want to die like that, I know, I can tell... You see, your Great Chief doesn't know the news of Guldan's betrayal yet, he doesn't know yet, he has no reinforcements anymore, he is attacking Lordaeron regardless of attrition, but without reinforcements, he will eventually be surrounded and killed by the gushing Union soldiers under the city of Lordaeron..."

"Gul'dan's poison is corroding your body, I can help you get rid of it and let you survive, I can even let you go to report the news, let your great chief save his strength, retreat in time, and you can even live for a long time..."

Tyrion threw out his bait, and Sarufar's eyes widened at this moment, and his breathing became heavy, but he didn't answer immediately, because he knew that Tyrion wouldn't be so kind, and it came at a price!

"So, at what cost?"

Sarufar asked in a deep voice, and Tyrion smiled silently, and he spread his arms:

"What else do you have to pay? Sarufar, you have nothing left! And my Knights and I are in great need of warriors like you. ”

He stood up, shifted his shoulders, and looked at the Orc Overseer in front of him, the brave warrior who had killed him with his own hands, and who would become a symbol of the bravery of the new tribe in future history, he rubbed his chin, and he whispered:

"You hate Gul'dan to the core, and I can smell your hatred, but as it happens, we also have an account to settle with him, so I let you go back to report the news, and let you go back to protect your chieftain, and in return, I need... You willingly gave up your life to join the Knights of the Darkblade! ”

"Tsk, what a cruel choice."

Leaning to the side, Luminas whispered, "That bastard is like a devil!" ”

"But he did it right."

Closing his eyes, Celent whispered, "Sarufar's prowess is what we need, and it can also weaken the power of the tribe, killing two birds with one stone!" ”

"How? To say yes, or not to say yes? ”

Tyrion looked at the orc warrior in front of him calmly, he knew very well that even after death, if his soul was unwilling to obey, then even if he was forcibly recruited, it would be difficult to succeed.

Tyrion didn't have the evil artifact Frostmourn in his hands that could forcibly recruit all souls, and he could only use this way, by oath, to pull Sarufar into his camp.

"Not enough!"

Sarufar took a step back, and he looked at Tyrion seriously:

"It's not enough!"

"I never knew you were such a greedy orc!"

Tyrion's face darkened, and Sarufar gave up all resistance at this moment, and he took a deep breath, his eyes shining with the last struggle.

"What I give is my life, it's my everything! How can this be? I want the Knights of the Darkblade to help the Great Chief retreat! I've seen what you can do on the battlefield, and it's hard to stop you! ”

The Orc Overseers clenched their fists:

"As long as you agree, I'm willing to join you now!"

"Tsk, that's loyalty..."

Tyrion shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, his ice-blue eyes blinked, he approached Sarufar, and whispered in a voice that only two people could hear:

"I'm not going to let my brother fight to the death for your Great Chief, so I thought, we can change the conditions!"

"Nope! I refuse! I don't accept anything but this condition! ”

"Oh? So why don't you go on your own? ”

This sentence made Sarufar, whose face was full of hideousness, froze in place for an instant.

Tyrion moved his fingers, and he looked at Sarufar:

"You go and protect your Great Chief, maybe you have misunderstood my request a little, hear me clearly, I will only be paid when I say the right time, you can do whatever you want until you have no regrets."

"You and I know very well what kind of trouble your Great Chief is facing, and what kind of danger he will encounter."

He reached out and patted Sarufar in front of him, like an old friend he hadn't seen in years:

"I'll tell you the truth, let you be such a powerful soul, if you don't want to, I can't forcibly recruit you now, if it's just to resurrect your body, it's pointless, for the death knight, the soul is the most important thing, so I need you to be willing! Do you understand? ”

"You can even go back to Draeno to see your wife, or even leave a child for your family or something."

Such lenient conditions made Sarufar a little incomprehensible for a moment, and after a moment, he looked at Tyrion suspiciously:

"Aren't you afraid that I'll break the contract? You should know very well that if I want to run, you will never want to catch me again, and if you lose this opportunity, you may never have it again! ”

Tyrion shrugged, snapped his fingers, and two figures sped behind him.

"Severn, Oldem, help Mr. Overseer clean his blood of the poison, and prepare a griffon for him..."

The High Lord of the Death Knight looked at Sarufar in front of him, he pointed to the land of the guide, and he whispered:

"It depends on whether fate favors you as it did, Sarufar, if you are lucky, maybe my knights and I will die in the adventure that is about to begin, and then you will be completely free, but at the end of the day, I believe in the promise made by a warrior that you value honor more than your life, and I trust that you will not let it be disgraced.

He walked past Sarufar, the two zombie dragons hovering in the sky let out an unpleasant roar and slowly landed on the ground, and Tyrion rode his own dragon, glancing at the orc overseers who were receiving blood purification, who were also watching him.

"Tyrion, now I owe you my life, and when it's all over, I'll keep my promise! In the name of the Sarufal family! ”

"I'm looking forward to..."

Tyrion whispered, and the next time, the zombie dragon and the white-boned griffin flapped their wings and flew into the sky, flying in the direction of the hills.

Sarufar was just a small episode, just like Arthas and Varian had met before, it wasn't appropriate to change everything at this moment, and Tyrion hadn't forgotten his most important thing at the moment.

"Gul'dan, fate has revealed your future, where can you flee to?"