Listening to Wen Lesa's taunt, Drektar did not refute it, and continued: "Suddenly, one day, all the orc shamans could no longer communicate with the elemental spirits, and in all kinds of panic, the great chief at that time declared that the reason why our shamanic way was out of control was because of the conspiracy of the draenei. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAt the time, many panicked shamans turned to shadow spells in order to take revenge on the Draenei. In the end, under the leadership of our clan's patriarch, Durotan, the orc army destroyed all the cities of the Draenei, slaughtering them clean. ”

The old chief took a breath and continued with the contempt of his surroundings, "Although our patriarch Durotan does not want to start a war with the Draenei, he understands that once the war has begun, it cannot be reversed. If the Draenei can't retaliate, they can only destroy their defenses as fast as they can. However, Durontan's army was stubbornly resisted under the walls of Shattrath, the largest city of the Draenei, and countless orcs were swallowed by the golden light that fell from the sky, and even their bones were reduced to nothingness. It was at this time that the chieftain's advisor, a fellow named Gul'dan, offered us a green potion that claimed to make our warriors stronger. Grim Hellroar, the number one warrior among the orcs at the time, was the first to drink the potion because he couldn't resist anything that would make him stronger. Later, almost all the orcs drank the potion, and their eyes turned blood-red and their complexion turned green. Durotan refused to drink the potion because he felt the evil aura from within. Since then, the Frostwolf Clan has withdrawn from the Orc Clan, and then, while the portal was still unstable, they were driven to your world as Precursors. But after passing through the portal, our chief led us into seclusion in this valley, and it has been almost six years now. ”

Drektar uttered a long series of words in one breath and paused again to catch his breath. Wen Lesa was listening to the story and was addicted to it, when she saw the old orc stop, she said dissatisfiedly, "And then? Why didn't your chiefs agree to drink that potion? And where is your chief now? ”

Drektar said with some sadness, "Our chief, he found that the green liquid was not a potion, but the demonic blood that Gul'dan had received from the evil demon. Orcs who drank the blood became furious, murderous, and while they easily destroyed the last city of the Draenei, Shattrath, Durotan asserted that this was only the beginning of a miserable life for the orcs. So our chief set out from this valley to warn those who had passed through the portal to stop fighting the humans as soon as possible. However, almost four years have passed since he left the clan, and our patriarch has not returned...... And we can only continue to wait here. ”

Tirio Fordin couldn't help but ask, "The reason why you are reluctant to move north to work in the lumbermills is because you are here waiting for your chieftain to return?" You don't have to worry about that, I'll send someone to keep an eye on it, and I can let you know if he returns. ”

Drektar shook his head and said, "That's not why we don't want to go to the lumberyard. Back then, I asked Durotan why he would rather be banished than have our people drink the blood of the demon like the other orcs. Durotan told me that the orcs belonged to the orcs themselves from the moment they were born. We can fight for our honor, we can fight for our faith, we can fight for our people, we can go against our will because of the orders of our chiefs, and we can slaughter other races, because all of this is for the orcs. But what about the orcs who drank the blood of demons? Although they are more powerful than ever, they are no longer free. From the day they drank the blood, they could only fight for the demons and become slaves to the demons. Therefore, our chieftains, would rather their people die of starvation on the way to migration than live as slaves of demons. Today, if I agree to your terms and take my people to the north to cut wood, what difference will it be from those compatriots who drank the blood of demons? ”

Uther frowned and said, "You mean that you would rather let all the people die here than go to work in the lumberyards?" Drektar nodded, tried to straighten his somewhat rickety back, and said loudly, "I'd rather die in battle than steal my life." Orcs, never slaves! ”

Seeing that Drektar's will was resolute, Uther was no longer reluctant, and waved his hand and said, "Very well, since you insist on fighting, then do as you wish." I'll give you ten minutes to prepare your army, and in ten minutes we'll attack. As for the outcome of this battle, will your people be able to survive...... I want you to understand that everything is your own choice. Uther's meaning was clear: after the battle, a massacre seemed inevitable.

Alsace was frustrated - all the ideas on the road had come to naught. Arthas had planned to minimize some killings this time around, because in the original stream of time, he had already understood that killing would not solve any problems. But now it seems that peace is not so simple...... Arthas fell into deep thought.

The old orc Drektar bowed slightly towards Uther, and just as everyone thought he was going to salute and leave, the old orc suddenly rushed towards Arthas. Uther had just reacted to stop him, the "Cryomy" released by Mage Khadgar had only just condensed into an arcane ball in his hand, Tirio Fordin's two-handed greatsword had just smashed into the clearing of the snow dunes, and Winlesa's longbow had just been taken into his hand - the four of them reacted quickly, but it was too late, Drektar had already held Arthas in his arms, and one hand was on the throat of the little prince.

Uther was startled and shouted angrily, "Damn orcs, what are you going to do!" "Khadgar's spell has been prepared, but because Drektar has already blocked Arthas, Khadgar has no choice but to withdraw the "Cryomy" in his hand, regretting that he did not use the group but cast the faster "Frost Nova".

Winresa nervously held her longbow, but Drektar shielded Arthas's body from her face. Winlessa had the heart to shoot the old orc in the legs, but she was afraid that if she couldn't kill her, she would have a chance to hurt the little brat. Since Arthas's impassioned surrender speech just now, Winlessa's impression of this little boy has changed dramatically - after all, women like sharp-tongued men (kid?). ), both in bed and under the bed.