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All the words that could be used in his head had been used by Duke more than ten times.

He could have imagined Ronin, Crassus, Lilath, and Broxs singing and hiking in the forests of Azeroth, and then happily meeting the demigod Cenarius and playing happily together.

Why can these four guys pick the difficulty of the game?

Master, I'm hell as soon as I come up?

I'm the first Duke to disagree-

Well, it's called Gui Shou, but it doesn't do much for the status quo.

Since Nozdorm had sent him to the twisted void of one of the Burning Legion's lairs, Duke was surrounded by demons in billions. Then Duke's only way to survive is to find a way to break into the ground formation as soon as possible and successfully and legally teleport to Azeroth.

Like what...... Gain the favor of Kilgardan and make yourself part of Kil'gardan's insidious plan.

This leads to Duke pinching his nose to eat even if he knows that there is a bowl of hot Xiang in front of him!

Sitting in the operating chair that was beginning to deform and become fit Duke's size, Duke gave Grom a look—

Believe me!

Looking at Duke, Grom's heart pounded, and his mouth was filled with bitterness. Born into a world of primitive savagery, courage and heroism, Grom always prided himself on being a great orc.

Orcs are the bravest race!

Orcs are the greatest, highest race!

From birth to the time he drank the demon's blood, Grom was convinced.

Until he saw other civilizations that were even more brilliant, such as the Draenei, humans, dwarves, elves, ...... When the orcs were victorious, he never admitted that other civilizations were superior and advanced than the orcs.

But the brutal Battle of Blackstone Mountain changed everything.

In the face of the overwhelming cannonballs, the last elite of the orcs was burned, and the free and powerful orcs became slaves of humans for twelve years. When they regained their freedom while the Scourge was raging, and saw the raging artillery and mechanical civilization again, even the most proud orcs had to admit that in the realm of civilization, the orcs were far behind the other races.

The alliance led by Duke has left the tribe far behind in its combat power.

Grom couldn't imagine what it would be like for the Coalition to turn its guns and go to war with the Horde without the oppression of the Scourge and the Burning Legion.

However, when he was transported by Nozdorm to the Burning Legion space battleship 10,000 years ago, and after seeing such a magnificent and brilliant interstellar technology, he finally realized one fact in shame - the orcs were completely backward!

Not to mention that compared to the high technology of the Burning Legion, even compared to the 15-year alliance of the Dark Gate 10,000 years later, the tribe is simply primitive.

After thirteen years of guerrilla warfare in the Tirisfal glades, Grom fully realized that backwardness means being beaten.

He had asked himself countless times why he didn't die bravely, but survived in a hell oppressed by humanity and the entire alliance.

Later, he came to a conclusion.

In hell.

It makes sense to survive.

Because only by surviving can the race reproduce and have the hope of mastering the future, it is meaningful to survive and struggle.

In the midst of the constant deaths of his companions, Grom survived, not by miraculous survival, but by axe by axe.

The sacrifice of his companions has long made Grom wonder what tears are.

Even though he wakes up in the fury and bloodthirsty nightmares of the aftermath of demonic blood every midnight, he can't deny that his fighting behavior is wrong

No matter how painful he was, and what thoughts he had about this terrible bloodline curse, only fighting could save his people and lead them to the future.

This bloody road is destined to be full of thorns. Maybe at some point, he was left alone at the gates of hell.

Thankfully, he had finally found Thrall, a young and great chief who would make the tribe rise again.

There were times when he even wanted to leave the burden on his shoulders and pass away peacefully with the good hopes of the orcs.

Looking at the rising city of Orgrimmar, there is only one last wish left in Grom's heart - to repay the kindness of a human.

Although that guy used to be a public enemy of the tribe, that guy is also a greatest person.

His greatness transcends even the boundaries of race and country.

It was in the heart of repaying his debts that he resolutely agreed to come to this 10,000 years ago to fight for a historical correction mission that seemed to have nothing to do with orcs.

But at this moment, he suddenly found himself with a new responsibility on his shoulders - he had a responsibility! He had to tell Thrall about the horrors of the Burning Legion that he had seen with his own eyes!

For this goal, he had to watch his benefactor with his own eyes, right in front of him, and bear another disaster for him!

Grom's strong, powerful arms wrestling, his mouth squirming, his still sharp fangs gurgling, not from fear, but from - excitement!

Right!

He owes Duke another life!

Even if he had seen with his own eyes how Duke forcibly transformed Akmund's evil cursed power into holy light, it could not erase the guilt in his heart. Grom knew very well what would happen once such a pure evil energy entered his body.

But, Duke smiled and took away the despair that should have belonged to him.

He didn't speak, just a proud look, and Duke seemed to say, "You want to pollute me?" A hundred times more is not enough!

Duke lay down, smiled, and then made countless plans in the spiritual sea, doing layer after layer of spiritual protection in the deepest part of his heart......

"Come on!" said Duke, the actor, with a fanatical expression on his face that was willing to sacrifice his body for the Burning Legion.

That's a thirst for power!

That's the cult of the strong!

The Ereda Twins, who were not sure what Duke was thinking at first, finally showed a satisfied look.

That's right, that's the look of those useless Converts!

The huge and terrifying needle pierced directly into Duke's heart, enough to cause a large number of doomsday guards to envy and envy the high-purity evil energy that was injected directly into Duke's heart, drop by drop.

"Ahhh

Nozdorm - I'm going to castrate you when I get back!!