The Frostwolf Clan, Gul'dan, Naozu?--Orgrim had received more scare today than it had in the first half of its life combined. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Even if Garona would reveal some information about orcs like the humans she came into contact with, it was not unremarkable that the human warrior before did not know her name, but this human imp in front of him obviously knew a lot about orcs, and maybe even more than he thought now; how did he do it? You know, apart from Garona, there is almost no intelligence exchange between orcs and humans, and even human traitors like Aiden Pernord and Adras Blackmore will not know about the world called "Draenor"!

Maybe...... I really should have a good talk with him—Orgrim thought to himself, sticking out his scarlet tongue and licking his parched lips, "So, I'll ask first." ”

"You feel free. Arthas shrugged his shoulders and said he didn't care, in fact, the conversation with Orgrim was all about passing the time, and if it weren't for De Jong's side, Arthas would have let Frost Grief drain Orgrim's soul.

"What's going on with the Frostwolf Clan, how do you know about them?" was Orgrim's most interesting question, his old friend, Durotan, the chief of the Frostwolf Clan, who had come with his wife and son to inform him of Gul'dan's plot and died on his way home, and because of his haste, he hadn't even asked Durontan where his people were—even the orcs didn't know where the Frostwolf Clan was, and the human imp would?

"Frostwolf Clan...... I've seen them, to be exact, they fought with us and became our prisoners. Well...... Drektar, if I'm not mistaken, seems to be the name?an orc shaman, right? He's now the chief of the Frostwolf Clan. Alsace said.

"That's right, Drektar ......" Orgrim nodded, agreeing with Arthas's claim - Drektar was Durontan's right-hand man, but he was not well-known among the orcs, and since the human imp had mentioned his name, it meant that they had really met......

Seeing the worry in Orgrim's eyes, Arthas replied with a smile, "I don't think you need to worry about their whereabouts at this time. My father made the benevolent decision to believe that the orcs were not involved in the invasion of Stormwind, and exiled them to a distant land—a faraway land that would not have much to do with the human kingdom. ”

"Snort...... Hypocrisy!" Ogrim pursed his lips disdainfully.

"Hypocrisy?" Arthas wasn't displeased by the orc's insulting words, but was a little confused, "I think my father's decision has been forgiving, we didn't kill the orcs of the Frostwolf Clan, or even imprison them or use them as coolies. Aren't you satisfied?"

"That's right, because that's just what you humans think. As you know, Drektar and his Frostwolf Clan were not involved in the invasion of your territory, and I don't know if they harassed your lives before you found them, but I don't think so, with Durotan and Drektar's personalities, they will only find a hidden place to live in seclusion with their people. Orgrim said analytically.

"You're right. Arthas nodded and acknowledged - for whatever reason, it was true that Drektar and his people had never been seen by humans, and that if it hadn't been for Frostmourn's Frostmourn that day, Greed would have run too far into the valley of Alterac and would not have spotted the reclusive orcs himself—of course, they might have starved to death before they were discovered by humans.

"That's why I say you're hypocritical!" Orgrim said disdainfully, "Since Drektar and they didn't encroach on your territory, what crime did they commit and they were exiled?"

Hearing Orgrim's words, Arthas was silent—he had to admit that the orc was right—that Drektar and his people were not at fault, they were wrong...... They were born orcs, the same appearance as Orgrim, who once slaughtered humans in Stormwind, Elwyn Forest, and the Wild West.

"Why? I don't know why it didn't come to talk to me personally, but it's impossible to convince me and my people to give up the war with a child who doesn't have any hair underneath, so you might as well ask me a few questions you want to know, and then go back!" Orgrim taunted Arthas, and for some reason, the look on the human imp's face made Orgrim feel annoying.

At the same time that Arthas and Orgrim had the same conversation, Frost Sorrow kept folding her arms on Arthas's young shoulders, and used her smooth forehead to push her master's head, and had a lot of fun, and when she heard Orgrim's last words, Frost Sorrow couldn't sit still, she stood up suddenly, with an expression of disbelief and horror on her face, and shook her hand at Orgrim, but her eyes were fixed on Arthas, and she shouted: " Master, how does this orc know that the hair underneath you hasn't grown yet?"

Although he did not understand most of the conversation between Arthas and Orgrim, De Jong understood Orgrim's insulting words to Arthas, and he was hesitating to teach this unknown orc a lesson to save face for His Majesty King Terenus, when he suddenly heard the exclamation of the beautiful lady who had come to the dungeon with His Royal Highness Prince Arthas.

Everyone present, including Orc-Orgrim, was stunned, and after a dozen seconds of silence, De Jong and his guards finally burst into laughter, which spread through the closed dungeon, despite their deliberate suppression.

"I'm ......" Arthas's face flushed - he had been saying that the Red Dragon Queen was a fool for the past few days, and now he realized that the little magic sword that had been glued to him didn't seem to be very useful!

"Sit down, Frost, don't interject!" Arthas pretended not to hear the "eat" laughter of De Jong and his guards, and drank Frost's grief to be honest, glad that it wasn't in Lordaeron's palace, and that it wasn't the royal guards of Lordaeron who accompanied him—otherwise, would he, the Prince of Lordaeron, be able to happily be in office?