At the same time that Tyrion fell, Sarufar's mountain-like body also collapsed.

The Orc Overseer, who fell to the ground, breathed heavily, just as he had been a young boy when he went out hunting with his brother and was separated in the storm of Frostfire Ridge, alone in the battle of two hungry frostwolves.

He was almost torn apart by a wolf's kiss, but he eventually won and brought glory back to himself and his brother for the first time.

Sarufar was born in the world of Draenor, a beautiful and vibrant world when he first opened his eyes.

It was the home of the orcs, in the distant stars, separated from the world of Azeroth, which was almost impassable at this time.

Growing up in the barrenest and coldest part of the Draenor world, the Frostfire Ridge, the land of the mighty Thunder King Clan and the Frostwolf Clan, Sarufar had almost seen with his own eyes how the noble orcs had become bloodthirsty and insane in the baptism of demonic blood, but alas, Sarufar did not stop all this, he joined them.

It took less than 10 years for that world to go from prosperity to death, which was of course not caused by the orcs, but they and their world became victims of the conspiracy of a higher power, and the final note of this conspiracy pointed to another world that would not have had any relationship with Draenor... Azeroth.

Once, Sarufar fought for the murderous desire surging in his body, which was not noble, and he was scorned by Sarufar's nature, but now, although the demonic blood in his body still made him violent, he fought to find a new world for his people.

At a time when their world is dying, this is a great mission.

In order to achieve it, Sarufar will not hesitate to give everything, even if it is to become a butcher with bloody hands on his hands...

In the same way, Sarufar will not stop fighting until he sees this great mission accomplished, he will not give in to death!

His gaze fell on Tyrion's twisted body in the distance, although he didn't want to admit it, but this time, if he wasn't lucky enough, I'm afraid he would really be killed by that lone wolf-like crazy and equally ruthless elf cub...

Although he was already seriously injured before this battle, Sarufar was never a man to hide defeat, the strength and vitality of orcs were inherently several times higher than that of humans and elves, and the opponent was also not in his prime, in this case, he could fight a tribal warrior like him to such an extent...

Strength and skill are never the protagonists of battle... The will that never gives in is the will of fire.

That crazy elven ranger died in the end, but...

"You, win..."

"You're a... A true warrior! ”

Nearly ten minutes later, Sarufar finally recovered from the weakness that had followed the rage, and he stood up with his wounds clutched, leaning against the trunk of a tree, breathing heavily, just as the strange sound of birdsong and flapping wings could be heard from afar.

"Hulahula"

The sound immediately alerted Sarufar, who struggled to carry his tomahawk behind him, dragging Tyrion's already cold corpse back into the dead forest as the light of dawn filled the land.

Sarufar didn't notice that the moment he dragged the Ranger's corpse, the blood-stained leaf-shaped pendant slipped from Tyrion's hand and remained in the woods like a lost treasure, but with the nature of this orc overseer, even if he did, he wouldn't have seen it...

True orcs have always been very tolerant of respectable opponents, and of course, those who have indulged in the desire for destruction do not count.

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"Ahem..."

A few days later, in the wetlands that led to the middle of the continent, full of mires and dangerous beasts, the two orcs struggled to advance, and they were not out of danger at the forefront of the confrontation between the Seven Nations Alliance of Humans and the orc tribes.

Red carried the mortally wounded Sarufar behind his back, dragging two rudimentary wooden boxes around him, to which the Overseer's heavy armor was attached. The black hands have to catch their breath.

It is very difficult to advance in the swamp, and most importantly, in the crazy pursuit of the pursuers, Red has not closed his eyes for 2 days and 2 nights, and Sarufar behind him has entered a near-death state due to wound infection, and his body temperature is terrifying.

To be honest, Red didn't think about throwing Sarufar in the middle of the road, which would not only help him get rid of his pursuers, but even take responsibility for his failed mission, and at least put a large part of the blame on Sarufar.

But on second thought, Red. The black hand has never been able to make up his mind.

On the one hand, after the death of his father, the previous Great Chief of the Tribe, Black Hand, it was Sarufar and the other Overseers who came to his aid and protected him and his brother in the most dangerous time.

On the other hand, Red's hatred for the current tribe is more focused on killing his father's Great Chieftain Orgrim. In the body of the Hammer of Destruction and the Tyranny Clan Patriarch Gul'dan, Sarufar, who tried his best to teach him martial arts, was innocent.

Therefore, in an almost impossible situation, Red took Sarufar all the way from the hinterland of the human kingdom to the area controlled by the tribe. The Black Hand is more like the traditional orcs of the Draenor period, although reckless and aggressive, they still have their own persistence and bottom line.

"Red, I can't... Ahem..."

Sarufar struggled to lie on Red's back and whispered, "It's just a burden to take me, throw me down." ”

"Nope! Hold on, Overseer! ”

Red gritted his teeth and continued on his way through the vast wetlands, and he muttered:

"We're almost there, Grimbaatar, right in front of us!"

"I heard the dwarves shouting, did I hear it wrong?"

Sarufar struggled to look back, but he couldn't see anything clearly due to his serious illness, and Red carefully placed Sarufar on the muddy ground, he took a big breath, reached for his bloodstained sword, and looked back at the dwarves who rushed up in the swamp behind him.

"You heard you right, Overseer, you see, you can still fight..."

Hungry and hungry Red. The Black Hand gave a difficult smile as he said to Sarufar, "Wait a minute, Overseer, I'm going to kill them all... Soon, soon I'll be back! ”

"Nope! Red, don't go! I... I'm here to buy you time! ”

Salufar didn't know the current situation of the two men, he stood up with difficulty, grabbed his spine battle axe, and pushed Red into the water behind him, the strength was not at all like that of a seriously ill orc, and he shouted without looking back:

"Run! Leave me alone and run back... Tell the Great Chief that I... I'm dying like a real orc! ”

"Run!".

"Ahh

Seeing Sarufar, who couldn't stand still, leaning against the wooden box, slapping his chest at the copperbearded dwarves who rushed over, Red also felt a sense of glory that belonged to the orcs for a long time, he didn't retreat, he didn't run away like a coward, on the contrary, he stepped forward, sword in hand, and blocked Sarufar.

"You can't afford to be left alone, Overseer..."

Red laughed, as if he didn't pay attention to the dwarves in front of him at all:

"I'm dead and Maim, Overseer, Blackstone's bloodline will continue to live on, and I hope I can set a good example for them..."

Sarufar panted and propped himself up with his axe, and he reached out and placed his hand on Red's shoulder:

"I learned a word from the elf... It's perfect for now. ”

"Today, you and I will go to hell together!"

The two desperate orcs laughed and patted their chests, raised their weapons in unison, and shouted at the dwarves in exile from Kazmodan:

“Lok'tar ogar！！！”

Just when they thought they were going to die, a low roar rang out from the dim sky overhead, and when Red looked up, he saw a huge red dragon swooping down from the clouds, breathing wildly at the dwarves who had launched the charge, and the scorching flames ignited everything in front of them.

"It's our people! Warlord! We are saved!! ”

Excited, Red raised his arms and cheered, but when he turned around, he saw Sarufar with a smile on his face, lying in the muddy swamp.

"Overseer! Overseer, what's wrong with you! ... Don't die! We are saved! Open your eyes!! ”

"Sarufar, open your eyes, this way of dying! This is not what you are after!! ”

Almost at the same time, Lotherma, who was cultivating in the Hammer Castle in Eagle's Nest Mountain, opened her eyes.

The Dwarves of the Hammerhammer have little communication with the outside world, and they live in an almost primitive manner in the mountains of Hinterland, having settled here more than 200 years ago and becoming allies with powerful beasts like griffins, and there are no unscrupulous clutters to try to challenge their position in Hinterland.

Well, those trolls all over the world don't count... Theoretically, all the civilized places in the world are actually the territories of the troll empire in ancient times, but it is a pity that the descendants are not fighting and there is no way to keep the inheritance.

It is precisely because of the special closed nature of Hinterland in the eastern continent that almost no one knows about the fact that Lothmar is still alive.

And because the head of Zulkin that Lothema carried with him was regarded as a symbol of bravery by the Hammer dwarves who hated the trolls extremely much, he was also best treated by the Hammer Dwarves in Eagle's Nest Mountain while he was in a coma.

But the moment he opened his eyes, what he cared about was no longer the head of Zurkin, the great cause of His Royal Highness the Prince, he only cared about one thing.

"What about Tyrion? Where's my friend? ”

The Ranger, who was always known for his silence, gripped the hands of the Hammer Shaman in front of him, roaring like a manic beast, and the power of his slender body burst out that even the dwarves, who were known for their robustness, were a little overwhelmed.

He desperately needed an answer, and from his longing eyes, he wanted a perfect answer.

"Ah, rude elves! Let me go! ”

The old shaman called out loudly, seeing that Lothmar could not calm down, he simply called out the power of the storm spirit, and used a thunderous lightning arrow to force Lothmar to "calm down", but the old dwarf was not angry because of this, because in the past few days, the story of Lothmar and his brother Tyrion has spread all over the Eagle's Nest Mountain.

And the dwarf, though rough in appearance, is in fact also a race of feelings, the old shaman poured a sip of wine, looked at Lotherma with some sadness, and he whispered:

"Wait, I'll find Kudran to tell you what you want to know... But I have to say in advance, you have to be mentally prepared. ”

Ten minutes later, the leader of the griffin knights of the Hammer Dwarves, Kudran. Holding a wooden box, Brute Hammer walked into the hospital room of Lotherma, which was actually the stone house where the dwarves lived, and only the dwarves in all of Azeroth would live in this kind of dwelling that was all stone.

"Alfonso and I found your brother, the brave elf Tyrion, on the battlefield at dawn."

Kudran whispered:

"The battlefield was swept away by a storm, and I am sure that it was caused by a high-ranking warrior, and your brother fought against a high-ranking warrior of an orc, and this courage alone is worthy of admiration."

In the face of this praise, Lotherma, who has completely died in his heart. Theron clenched his fists, and he still held on to the last shred of anticipation:

"I don't care about that, I just care, Tyrion, and finally... What's wrong? ”

"Huh"

Kudran handed the box in his hand to Lothima and whispered:

"That's all we found, but we found some blood-stained weeds from the battlefield and showed them to the shaman..."

The dwarf peeked at Lotherma's expression and lowered his voice as if muttering:

"It's a pity that he's dead, and the body... Also taken away. ”

This news made Lotherma's body shake a little, although he had already felt all this, but when the real truth came, the kind of tumbling still made his mouth glow with a touch of fishy sweetness.

With a trembling hand, he reached out and opened the box that Kudran had brought, and there was very little inside.

A broken phoenix heavy sword, a shattered chain mail, a crooked dagger, and... A leaf-shaped pendant stained with blood.

"Hmm"

Lotherma held the pendant in his hand, his face was extremely pale at this moment, and the pain in his eyes made the dwarf Kudran feel bad, and after 2 seconds, Lotherma stood up, and as soon as he took a step, he collapsed to the ground.

"He... exchanged my own life for my life..."

"Bastard! Bastard!! You made me... How can I explain it to them! ”