It just so happened that in the cellar of the Colosseum of Brill, Orgrim was asking Gouyle similar questions. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Remember the three questions I asked you?"

"Yes. You ask, 'Who are you?, where are you from?, where are you going?'. Gouyl replied in a calm voice.

"So, have you figured out the answer to the question?"

"I've thought about it. Goyle's words were sonorous and powerful.

Say. ”

Gouyl stood up, and the orc language in his mouth carried a power like wind and thunder:

"I am Gouyle, the son of Durotan, the chief of the great Frostwolf Clan, and Draka, a powerful female warrior!"

"I'm from the other side of the Dark Gate, the planet Draenor that humans call it!"

"I will lead my fellow orcs to a place where they can rest and recuperate, free from human slavery. ”

At the other end of the wall, Orgrim stood up excitedly, back to back with Gouyle, just across the thin wall, and he could feel the temperature coming from behind Gouyle through the wall and into his heart.

"Good, good, Durotan and Draka would be glad to see you so heroic. Ogrim was pleased.

"Does my answer have anything to do with the Duke Marcus you told you about, and if he's such an important person, why have I never heard his name in all my years at Lordaeron?"

"Because his name is a taboo ...... in Lordaeron," Orgrim spent a full hour explaining to Gouil how Duke had destroyed the Horde's offensive by a series of means, and how the Alliance had been with Lordaeron, and between Duke and King Terenus.

Gouyle frowned, "If this Duke is really so terrifying, then he will indeed be the biggest obstacle to our tribe's rebirth, but didn't you say that he has been missing for ten years and has been defined by the Alliance as a war dead, why should we still care about him?"

Ogrim sighed, "Some people are alive, but he's dead. For example, Terenus Minethir. It's like an old fool like him, I can clean it up. However, there is a kind of person who is more terrible than alive, even if he is dead, and this kind of person refers to Duke Marcus. ”

Orgrim's gaze seemed to penetrate the dark passages, through the boundless firmament, back to those war-torn days.

After a long time, he said, "If it is just Lordaeron, then just save our people, and we alone will be enough to overturn this kingdom." But with the addition of the Eastern Kingdom, the southern part of the continent is different. That's another higher world entirely. ”

"Higher level?"

"Have you ever seen a sailboat on Lake Lordamere?"

"Hmm. ”

"Do you know what kind of steamships are now used on the southern continent with smoke from the roof? Do you know that the southern continent can transport 10,000 soldiers out thousands of miles in a day and a night faster than horses? Do you know that the sharpest long sword of mankind can make a thousand in an hour? And the artillery that is enough to destroy a small mountain......

Gooyle was silent.

"This is what the man named Duke Marcus has brought to the whole world of Azeroth. Ogrim looked depressed: "My body is not old, but my brain can't keep up with the new things now. All I know is that if you fight the old way, to fight for freedom, it will only bring real destruction to the orcs and to the tribe. So I put my hope in you as prophesied by the shamanic prophets. I hope you can lead the orcs out of this cruel fate. ”

"I will!" Goyle was adamant: "Any other suggestions?"

"Roughly do what you think. My last suggestion comes from the shaman who advised me to keep you - he wanted you to change your name to 'Sal' on the day the anti-flag was officially raised. ”

"Thrall!?" Gouyl was a little confused.

"That's the name my men gave when they swapped you out of another slave camp. It's the name given to you by Lord Gohorton, Blackmore. ”

"Why do I have to use the name that a human slave owner gave me?" said Gouyle, with indescribable rage.

"Because it's a name in fate. It represents the knowledge you have learned from human beings, the integration of you with human culture, and the true destiny that belongs to you. Orgrim's voice became solemn: "Trust the Lord." If it weren't for his great sacrifice, you would have been killed by the killers Duke sent thirteen years ago. Only by returning to destiny will the god of destiny take refuge in you. ”

"Well, I agree, and from this day onwards, my name will be - Saar!" replied Goyle, no, Sal Lang.

"Very well, you will not regret it in the future, Durotan child. I'll leave it to you. ”

"Know—orcs will never be slaves!" Thrall gripped his battle axe tightly.

At the same moment, the young man who appeared in the thunder and lightning stood up with a sore waist and legs.

"Nima, I've become Arnoschwa. The young man looked around: "Alas, fortunately there is no one around, otherwise I would definitely be regarded as a pervert." ”

As soon as he tried to move, he stumbled at the first move and almost fell.

Obviously, he was a little uncomfortable with his body.

"My body ......" looked down, well, my own Excalibur is still there, even if I don't need to test it, I know it's normal......

Nima, the wind blows the eggs cold!

Since it is functional, other tests can be ignored.

No!

Phew!

After repeated examinations, he finally determined that his body was intact.

Surprised and delighted, he struggled for an unknown amount of time before finally making it back to Azeroth. Even if he has survived countless near-deaths and seen countless storms, he can't help but be a little excited for a while.

Eventually, he took a deep breath and yelled, "Hahaha! Azeroth, I'm back to plague you—"

For a moment, lightning and thunder thundered in the sky, and it seemed that Azeroth was eager to kill this scourge immediately when he heard it.

Hmmm, laughing, this is actually the aftermath of spatial teleportation, aftermath ha!

Right!

He is the handsome man who is hated by everyone, and the car has a flat tire-Duke.

Taking a deep breath of fresh air from Azeroth, Duke, who had experienced a brutal long-distance spatial teleportation across the universe, finally realized his current situation.

Nima, my magic circuit has burned a lot.

Wozhi, my storage bag is finished.

Hold the grass, I'm still running naked.

"No, before thinking about those, wash the dust on your body first, it's uncomfortable to die. Duke, who didn't dare to use magic for the time being, ran to a small stream not far away to take a bath.

Just as Duke was whitewashing, suddenly there was a soft sound behind him.

Duke turned his head to see a young girl looking at him in astonishment. The next moment, Duke Wicked sued first: "What are you peeping at me in the shower!?" )