Wryon is following his teacher, Anduin Lothar, and leading the Iron Horse Brotherhood forward. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 InfoNot so long ago, the Iron Horse Brotherhood, the Knights of the Silver Hand, and the Royal Guard of Lordaeron had just met, and despite the heavy losses suffered by all three, the soldiers were in high spirits.

"Hoo~hey~!" Ureon was one of the extremely excited, and he seemed to be running tirelessly, and at the same time made a sound of drive--of course, Urien had not grazed or raised poultry or livestock, but in his imagination, the sound of the swineherd driving the herd should have been like this--he was now the swineherd, and the orcs fleeing in front of him were the pigherds.

I thought I could just go to the beach that Mr. Lothar said, but Urian suddenly noticed that the orcs running in front of him suddenly separated, revealing a small group of completely different orcs.

Wryon slowed his pace, he had just realized that he had broken away from the group and gone deep into the orcs alone because he was so excited.

But Urian didn't stop out of fear, he only learned caution from his teacher, Anduin Lothar, during the battle.

Upon closer inspection, Urian noticed that the handful of orcs in front of him were completely different from the others—they were armed and looked murderous, and the two orcs in the lead were particularly powerful, a kind of momentum that Urian had only seen when his teacher, Anduin Lothar, was in earnest.

"Wrynn, what's going on?" Anduin Lothar rushed up, asking his disciple as he watched the small group of orcs that had suddenly appeared.

"Teacher Lothar, there seems to be something different about this group of orcs, they seem to want to stop us in our tracks. As ridiculous as it may sound, Urian's instincts led him to make such a judgment.

Blocking just these orcs? Anduin Lothar was amused at first glance, but the warrior's momentum coming from the other party's body made him agree with his disciple's judgment.

A large force of the Iron Horse Brotherhood arrived, gathered behind Anduin Lothar, led by Windsor and Marcus, the warriors from Stormwind who were now the most physically strong of any human army, and who were almost tireless in their troll blood.

Anduin Lothar glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye, the Knights of the Silver Hand and the Royal Guard of Lordaeron had not yet caught up, Anduin Lothar thought about it and decided to leave this group of orcs alone for the time being, perhaps the appearance of this group of orcs was a sign of the beginning of sporadic counterattacks by the orcs, and he decided to use this opportunity to gather his army so as not to suffer unnecessary losses.

"I had a rare opportunity to practice, I thought I would meet a hairy boy, but now it seems that my worries are unnecessary. I know you, human, that you have forced our armies into the swamp, and you are strong, and I am honored to have the opportunity to fight you. "Just as Anduin Lothar gathered his army and waited for the Knights of the Silver Hand and the Royal Guard of Lordaeron to come closer, the leader of the small group of orcs suddenly spoke.

"You...... Do you speak the lingua franca?" Even a firm-hearted man like Anduin Lothar was taken aback by the orc's sudden opening.

"That's right, human. I am the Great Chief of the Orcs, Orgrim Hammer of Doom. Next to me is Blox Sarufar, the former number one warrior among the orcs, who doesn't speak the lingua franca, but I think you can tell from his gaze that he can't wait to fight you. Ogrim said with a smile.

"Foxy?" Anduin Lothar blurted out, and he clenched his two-handed greatsword "Quelzaram", not only because of the orc's identity, but also because of ......

"Interesting...... Human, you know me?" Orgrim didn't expect his nickname to even reach humans, which made him a little proud—presumably these humans had enough of the "Cunning Fox", a name that would surely be remembered for generations.

"I'm ...... Galona's I've seen Garona, and she's talked about you somehow much. Anduin Lothar wanted to say that he and Galona were friends, but after a moment's hesitation, he changed his words.

Orgrim "Fox" Doomhammer - If Anduin Lothar's reasoning is correct, this guy sent Garona to go undercover with the fallen guardian Medivan. In the end, he also coerced Garona to kill his friend and monarch Ryan Ureon, and he was the enemy he wanted to kill in his dreams many times.

"Ho, Garona......" Orgrim stuck out his tongue and licked his somewhat dry lips, remembering the half-breed orc and draenei chick.

"Well, human, I think we've talked a lot about me, why don't you introduce yourself? As far as I know, you humans will at least give your opponent the name before you go it alone. Ogrim left Garona, who had already run away, and smiled at Anduin Lothar - tonight, Orgrim laughed a lot - if he didn't laugh now, he probably wouldn't have a chance in the future.

"Anduin Lothar, Marshal of Stormwind. Anduin Lothar slowly raised the blade of his two-handed sword and pointed it at Orgrim, "The King of Stormwind, Ryan, whom you designed to assassinate, is the monarch I have sworn allegiance to. Remember my name, orc, and I will take your head with my own hands. ”

Anduin Lothar knew that he should continue to chase those orcs at this time, but knowing the identity of the orc in front of him, he really couldn't let go of the hatred in his heart - in addition to being the commander of the alliance army, he was also a warrior, a vassal of the final monarch, and he must avenge Ryan with his own hands.

"Very well, human, I'm looking forward to this happening. But before that, Brooks wants to fight you first. Orgrim gestured to Brooks Sarufar, who took a few steps forward, raised his battle axe to his chest, and then lowered it again, repeating it three times—an ancient ritual that orcs would perform before a duel, in this person's mind, of course...... Oh no, there are very few orcs who still insist on doing this in the era when the beast heart is not ancient.

"I accept your challenge, orc. Anduin Lothar nodded, raised his greatsword in both hands to his chest, and gently knocked his forehead with the blade of his sword, completing the ritual that human warriors would perform before a duel.

All the Iron Horse Brotherhoods, including Wrynn, took a few steps back—a new battle in which Lothar and the orc belonged to him—and although there was no pact of life and death, no witnesses, no rituals of battle, not even white gloves, it would be a battle of revenge, a battle for the dead, the beginning of the orc counterattack, or the vengeance of the human blood, everyone would see.