What kind of person is Sal?

He is nine feet three inches tall, with a big waist, a round waist, and a blue face, and his fangs are no different from the second brother who is engaged in hair.

I can play very well.

Educated, fond of human literature, familiar with the art of war and strategy.

His real name is Guy, his biological parents were born in a famous frost wolf family, and his adoptive father is a careerist.

That's right, Carlos Barov is not the only smart person in the league, and the fundamental purpose of Edras Blackmore's original cultivation of Sal was to create an anti-Carlos father-in-law.

You may not believe it, but Thrall was raised according to the standards of orc leaders.

In Blackmore's plan, Thrall is the key to his indirect control of the orcs.

After all, as a veteran of the Second Orc War, Blackmore didn't want to despise the orcs in the shelter like his current youth, and he still remembered how desperate the tide of darkness was back then.

So he groomed Sal.

An energetic and agile and strong orc.

Inspired by Saar, veterans who escaped from the Alterac Road Building Brigade began to regain their spirits.

Thrall also learned more about the past from these prisoners of war, and his heart gradually became heavy.

This is because the ideological and political education that the Barov family has been doing for ten years has not been in vain.

Although they were reluctant to be dogs for humans, these orc veterans had accepted in their hearts that the war was the fault of the tribe.

This argument also influenced Saar.

What's more, Thrall assassinated a "Glory Orc" without getting into the details, and Alterac easily let him go.

So Sal was ready to deal with his pursuers.

However, until they disappeared into the depths of the Alterac Mountains, they did not encounter pursuers, and they were really the sons of the plane of God.

Where did Spartacus go?

Lost on the road of life?

Of course not.

There was only one reason why Spartacus could give up pursuing Thrall.

That's when he met a more worthy target.

Gromsh Hell roars.

The last order he gave before Nao Zu threw himself into the net and became the Lich King was to pit the Song Clan.

Neozu reopened the name of darkness and ordered Gromsh Hellroar to lead his people to the Eastern Kingdom to burn and plunder, and did take the fledgling Stormwind by surprise in the early days.

However, although Carlos Barov was missing, a series of generals such as Tulayan were still there, and those veterans of a hundred battles were still alive, and the Lordaeron kingdoms that reacted overreacted, and directly gave up the infighting and ran over it.

That is, Gromsh Hell Roar had a long heart, and did not fully believe in Naozu's promise, so he survived.

This is because the orb that Neozu gave to Gromsh Hellroar, which is said to be able to close the Dark Gate and block enemy soldiers, is actually a detonating device.

Although Gromsh Hellroar escaped Neozu's plots, the Dark Gate remained under the control of the Alliance until it was closed by the Draeno explosion, and as a direct consequence of this, the Warsong Clan could not return.

Although they fought hard for several years and suffered heavy losses, the strength of the Warsong clan still existed.

With the covert support of Red Black Hand, there are still a large number of Warsong Orcs active in the vast area north of the Burning Plains and south of the Arathi Heights.

But Gromsh Hellroar never trusted the stupid son of the old black hand.

With the assassination of Terenus Minechr II, Uther and Arthas returned to Lordaeron with the Knights of the Silver Hand, giving Warsong Orcs a respite.

Like Thrall, after hearing rumors of the Frostwolf Clan, Gromsh Hellroar decided to find an ally and set foot on the land of Alterac.

Spartacus sensed the clue and decisively gave up the pursuit of Thrall and turned to meet him.

In a sense, Sal owes Gromsh Hell a life.

Although the young Thrall can fight, he is still too tender in front of the only remaining sword saints of these tribes.

Especially growing up in the human world, Sal is a dish of hunting and picking his feet.

Spartacus, when it was closest, was less than a hill away from Saar.

"This kind of battle trace is the style of the Warsong Clan. ”

Spartacus made his judgment while examining the post-war wreckage of a patrol stronghold.

"Abandon our original goal, you, and you, go back the way you came, take a long detour, go to the nearest legion for reinforcements, and the others follow me to meet old friends. ”

Spartacus made the most sober judgment.

The pursuit of Thrall and a few orc fugitives was an absolute fuss, with demonstrations and displays of loyalty more than they actually needed.

But when it comes to facing Gromsh Hellroar, Spartacus has no confidence in victory.

Because Spartacus was a Juggernaut, so was Gromsh Hellroar.

Spartacus brought out his men were all orc veterans who had repented of their crimes, as were Gromsh Hellroar's side.

It's almost a mirror image of the enemy.

You can't be too careful.

In particular, the Warsong Clan has obviously taken demonic blood, and its individual ability will even be slightly stronger than that of these veterans who have successfully "detoxified" under Spartacus.

Therefore, the safest way is to entangle Gromsh Hellroar and his party, and then mobilize a heavy army to directly surround and kill him.

However, Gromsh Hellroar was able to lead his clan to escape from the Coalition's heavy siege, and he had an innate insight into the battlefield that Spartacus did not possess.

The two Juggernauts coincidentally chose the tactics of ASS ASS IN.

The end result turned into an encounter.

This time, the battle is away, and the number of war song orcs is the majority.

Gromsh Hellroar took eighty-six men with him, while Spartacus plus himself had only forty-eight.

Eighty-seven to forty-eight, the Glory Orcs are faced with the dilemma of one against two.

But after getting Carlos's understanding, Spartacus, the veterans who had completed the atonement, were in an absolute advantage in equipment.

The battle begins with a reminiscence.

"Gromsh, I didn't expect it to be you. ”

"Yo, let me think, this voice, Spartacus, you're still alive. ”

"State your purpose. ”

"Tell me, your armor and your weapons were stolen from humans. ”

"I'm sorry, as you can see, that's what I'm choosing, that's where I'm now. ”

"A dog that chooses to be human?"

"Of course not, it's to be your own master. ”

"Aha, this joke is not funny, do you think that we orcs can coexist peacefully with humans? ”

Amid the laughter of the Warsong Orcs, the Glory Orc's rage soared.

Because it's as if they've seen their past.

The so-called idle talk is just a preparation time for everyone to test the depth and pull the formation, and neither side is serious.

Gromsh Hellroar is on the Warsong Clan and Spartacus is the Blackstone Orcs on the other, where does that deep sense of compaternity come from?

It's just that Spartacus and Gromsh Hellroar were both in the Fireblade Clan to participate in the Juggernaut Assessment, so they just knew each other.

"Come back, go back to your people, and let us make this world go upside down! Such a fertile land is only worthy of the strong, and those humans will become our slaves sooner or later. ”

Gromsh Hellroar's proposal is serious.

"I refuse, the orcs have paid so much for the lies of Naozu and Gul'dan, and I have no interest in your ambitions. ”

Spartacus's answer was also unusually serious.

"So you and the traitors around you are determined to be dogs for the Alliance?"

"Is there any real difference between what you have done and what I have done, fleas on Manolos?"

"Hmm...... Ah~~~~~h

"Glory!"

Without a word, the battle began.

Although the War Song Orcs are in a situation of encirclement, they have been trapped for a long time, and their weapons have been seriously worn. After Gromsh Hellroar failed to blast Spartacus in the head with a bloody roar, the battle went straight to the heat.

The martial arts of the two sword saints are obviously beyond the understanding of other orcs, Gromsh and Spartacus are close to death, no other orcs can intervene, the encirclement of the war song orcs has led to a slight weakness in the single front, and the glory orcs use the advantage of the armor to tear a gap, and play a wave of small advantages.

The number of people is now compared

Sixty-nine to forty-one.

However, the tragic battle situation stimulated the outbreak of demonic blood, and the Warsong clan in the state of blood rage was full of explosive power.

After the second photo, the number of people was

Fifty-seven to thirty.

The Glory Orcs began to form formations to defend Spartacus, and while Warsong Orcs still had a nearly twice the numerical advantage, their lack of ranged weapons prevented them from defeating their opponents quickly.

This is where the role of armor comes in.

After the third round of fighting, the number was

Forty-nine to twenty-seven.

If it had been back then, Spartacus, who couldn't even beat Carlos, wouldn't have been able to make ten moves in front of Gromsz Hell Roar.

After all, in front of him was not only the tactician master of the Warsong Clan, but also a rare genius for orcs in a hundred years.

Forbearance, cunning, and everything.

Gromsh's leadership overshadowed his prowess, but Spartacus knew that before the Horde was founded, in the days long before drinking the blood of demons, and when the entire orcs were still enslaved by ogres, Gromsh Hellroar had a record of slaying the captains of the Goria Empire.

Juggernaut is the title of the strongest orc.

But both are Juggernauts, and the differences between Juggernauts are also like mud.

If it hadn't been for the constant grinding of these ten years, I would have been hacked to death by Bloodroar.

Spartacus suddenly forced Gromesz to dodge, and then joined the warband to help his companions tear a gap through the encirclement.

At this time, the number of both sides is

Forty-one to twenty-two.

At this time, it was only twenty-seven seconds before the battle began.

The fierce and fearless killing of the same clan is terrifying.

An axe cleaves a glorious orc, and Gromsh Hellroar seizes the opportunity to unleash a desperate jump to slay Spartacus.

However, under the tone of blood and steel, a flash of holy light appeared, shining all over the audience.

With the shield in his head, Spartacus turned and swept away, but was blocked by Gromsh with the handle of his axe.

The strength of the two is equal, and neither can help the other.

"That's it, I'm not here to fight you. ”

Even after drinking the blood of demons, Gromsh Hellroar kept his sanity in battle.

He came here to find the Frostwolf Clan, not to kill traitors.

If the fight continues, even if these honorary orcs are killed, the losses of the war song orcs will not be much less.

"Then stop. ”

Although the leaders on both sides were united and ready to call out, the red-eyed orcs still wasted some effort to stop fighting.

Full of battles that count more than a minute, the final number of people is the ratio

Thirty-three to seventeen.

"If we were comrades-in-arms, we would be able to kill all the human legions. ”

Gromsh Hell Roar looked at the corpses all over the ground, unable to calm down for a long time.

"There are no ifs, the tribe has failed, and we are nothing but wretched creatures who have been deceived and fooled, and we are sinners. ”

Spartacus's heart was also aching, and his hatred for Naozu and Gul'dan was deeper.

"Let's go, my reinforcements are coming. ”

Spartacus himself didn't understand why he said this, but it seemed that if he didn't say it, his heart would hurt.

"Bury your people for me, they died in glory. ”

Gromsh was never a procrastinator, and when he heard that there were pursuers, he turned around and walked away without hesitation.

Spartacus looked at the remains of the orcs all over the ground, until the warsong orcs followed their patriarch and disappeared into the depths of the mountains and forests, and did not know who he promised him.

"I tried my best. ”

In an unexpected but plausible battle, Gromsh Hellroar abandoned his plans to search for the Frostwolf Clan in the Alterac Mountains, and Spartacus failed to capture his intended goal.

In this battle, the elite orcs suffered heavy casualties regardless of faction.

Saarland became the sole beneficiary.

Carlos, after checking the results and listening to Spartacus's report in person, nodded in satisfaction and asked Spartacus what he wanted.

"Loyalty must be rewarded, and merit must be rewarded. Make your request. ”

"Your Majesty, I would like you to allow me to bury the orcs who died in battle. ”

"That's right...... All the orcs?"

"Yes......"

After a brief pause, Carlos nodded.

"The corpses are yours. ”

Sweat leached from under Spartacus' iron helmet.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. ”

"Don't thank me, it's your reward, you deserve it. I understand, but I don't agree. ”

Carlos paused at this point.

"Even if you ask me to pardon the crimes of ten thousand orc prisoners of war, I will agree. Know, Spartacus. But I respect your choice. ”

"I ......"

Carlos interrupted Spartacus.

"Think about it, what caused the orcs to be in their miserable situation, what caused you to kill each other. Is it an alliance? Is it human?"

"No, it's us. It's the Burning Legion. It's a devil's trick. ”

Spartacus replied firmly.