Duque's statement continued.

"But we are also very lucky. Azeroth is currently the only planet in the vast universe that has a super-powerful planetary protection circle. The circle is still functioning normally for a day, and we don't have to worry about the Burning Legion's strongest demons breaking directly into Azeroth. Not Akmund, not Kilgardan, not even Sargeras. ”

"Let's work hard, we don't want our children and grandchildren to be enslaved by demons, and we don't want our home to be destroyed again, we can only work together. ”

Duke's words struck the hearts of each chief like a giant hammer, and they were thought-provoking.

If Duke had said this during the first Battle of the Dark Gate, he would have been laughed at fiercely.

But after going through so much, especially in the Hyjal Mountains, the tribe has come to realize the strength and formidability of the enemy.

Duke's seemingly overly generous actions are ultimately determined by the vastly different realms and perspectives between Alliance leaders and Tribal leaders - in the face of the Burning Legion, a super-powerful enemy that can become almost impossible to defend against if not careful, the feud between the Alliance and the Horde is nothing more than a petty fight.

"Duke, we get it. Let the Alliance and the Horde continue to work together against the Burning Legion. Thrall punched himself in the chest, "I swear that for the rest of my life, as long as the Alliance does not break its covenant for a day, the Horde will be an ally of the Alliance." ”

Duke nodded: "I also swear that as long as the tribe does not break the covenant for a day, the alliance will not take the initiative to attack the tribe." ”

One pair is big, and the other is small.

Four hands with very different painting styles are tightly held together.

"Sal, as you know, I've been promoted to a demigod in the Demon Net. I really can't leave now, and as for the specific expedition to the Outlands, Varian Urian will come over and negotiate with the Horde later. ”

"Good!"

When Duke and Thrall had finished discussing the big principle, Grom suddenly stepped forward.

"Yo, old friend, what's wrong?" Duke asked with a smile.

The famous roaring ...... Old.

The years have left a deep mark on this legendary hero who lived through the three battles of the Dark Gate, the Battle of Mount Hyjal and the Battle of Angela.

Grom had a severed hand, and a lot of hair had fallen out on the top of his head, showing a Mediterranean appearance, and he had only tied the rest of his hair haphazardly and tied it behind his head like a green onion.

The once resolute face is already full of wrinkles.

There is also that gray beard and even body hair, which makes people feel heartache at the first sight.

Is this still the roaring master who sent Cenarius to the western sky with an axe and killed an abyss lord in seconds?

Duke didn't speak, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

It was his shot that kept the legendary hero from dying before the Battle of Mount Hyjal.

also because of his shot, he really saw what it means to be a hero.

In the whole Angela battle, Grom can be said to have no highlights.

Perhaps, letting Grom die as in history is the best destination for an unrivaled orc warrior.

On the surface, Duke had no expression, and his heart was full of regret.

Duke's thoughts were well captured by Grom.

Grom Hell Roar is never a delicate person, and when a person gets older, he sees a lot of things that he couldn't see when he was younger.

There was a sudden twitch on Grom's face, his shoulders trembling, but he still spoke, his voice full of some strange power, as if taking everyone back to the long river of history.

"I fought for the clan for the first half of my life, and for the tribe for the second half of my life. ”

"I've made a lot of mistakes - the first one to drink the blood of demons, to slaughter humans, and to kill the demigod Cenarius by mistake, leaving the tribe in a passive ......"

"I've been pained, I've been lost, I've lost myself in the addiction to demonic blood. ”

"But I never regretted it, for I swore that for the rest of my life I would cut an axe at the enemies of the tribe. ”

"Now it seems that I am not far from accomplishing this goal. ”

When Grom said this, all the chiefs, including Sal, were silent.

The decline of Grom's combat power is visible to the naked eye. He was sluggish, his strength weakened, and as a result, he was no longer the spearhead of the Horde's attacks.

This is the inevitable end of every tribal warrior who did not die on the battlefield.

In the past years, everyone has seen too many such warriors. In general, in order to achieve their own results, they even do not hesitate to fight to grab the striker position in the war.

Or challenge a monster that is recognized as powerful and prove yourself, or disappear from the sight of your fellow citizens forever.

Grom longs for the last glory, but he never gets it.

Even the genuine god Cthun is hanging, and he is still alive in this world.

This time, he suffered a serious damage to his internal organs, and even the power of the Holy Light and the shaman could not heal him. Healing magic can repair the body, but it can't fight aging.

He was almost sixty years old.

Orc warriors tend to have poor arithmetic, and he doesn't know how old he is. But this age, even if you put it on a shaman who rarely goes to the front line, is an extremely advanced age.

Predictably, if there is another fight, his performance will be even worse.

Grom's move, Sal vaguely guessed why.

Grom turned to Sal and said, "Great Chief, I'm old, and it's likely that I won't be able to serve the tribe anymore. ”

He wanted to convince Grom, but Sal didn't know where to start.

Ogrim's mouth squirmed for a while, perhaps trying to persuade him to become a death knight as well, but Orgrim was silent after all.

An old and frail orc hero is not much stronger even if he becomes a Forsaken warrior.

Ogrim himself is the best example of this, and his current strength is simply not comparable to that of him twenty-two years ago.

Thrall finally let out a long sigh, "Grom, you're doing a great job. The tribe thanks you for more than twenty years of fighting, and if there's anything else you want to do, just do it. ”

"Thank you, Great Chief!" Grom landed on his knees and bowed heavily.

When he stood up again, his face no longer confused, he turned to look at Duke.

"Orcs will take revenge if they have revenge, and they will repay their kindness. I owe you my life, and it seems that I can't pay it off in this life. ”

"You don't really have to ......," Duke stopped halfway through his sentence, and he saw Grom's fiery eyes.

"My life belongs to the tribe. Before the end of my life, even the last second has nothing to do with you, Duke Marcus. But from the moment my life ends, I swear that my soul will belong to you. As long as it's not against the tribe, you can drive me forever. I'm a hell of a roar and I won't complain!"