Grievances?

The Warsong Clan quickly wiped out the other orcs in the camp of orcs, and until now, the corpses of those orcs were still lying haphazardly in the camp, and the bright red blood stained the grass in the camp into reddish-brown mud.

"Grom, do you really think Gul'dan is right, and when the humans come to this camp and see that so many orcs are dead, won't they wonder who killed them?"

"Of course they're going to be confused, and I don't think the leader of the group of humans would believe that all the orcs died here. Grom slung the "blood roar" on his shoulders and said nonchalantly.

"Then you still ......" Zuhd did not understand why Grom slaughtered these people when he knew that Gul'dan was making up lies.

"Because I don't care at all, and I don't want them to follow me. Grom's blood-red eyes were full of mania, "With these guys with you, even if you go to the new continent, they will only become warriors who will hinder our Warsong Clan." So, instead of waiting until then, let's do it right now. As for you, Zuherd, and your Dragonmaw Clan, and those two Blackhan cubs, I hope you can restrain them. If you're a drag on our Warsong clan like these orcs, I don't mind repeating what just happened. ”

This...... What is this?, Gul'dan's eyes showed disbelief—what Grom was saying...... It's as if he slaughtered these orcs just on a whim?

"All right, Zuherd. I don't have time to be here with you to mourn this group of waste, and I'm going to go to Gul'dan now and ask him when the goblin ships will be able to get here. Grom left with his "blood roar" on his shoulder, and Zuhd watched as an orc corpse stood in front of Grom, who then unceremoniously stepped into the wet muddy lawn.

This is the present tribe?—— a sad emotion has arisen in Zuhd's heart—how far can such a tribe, ruled by the murderous Grom and the ulterior motives of Gul'dan, advance on that strange road?

Fadil Bay in the morning, the horses are boiling.

The small sandy beach was full of busy human soldiers, all dressed in different attire, representing very different regions from which they came.

These human soldiers from the Elwyn Forest, the Wild West, the Hillsbrad Hills, Stratholme, and the Arathi Highlands are gathered here today as they are about to launch a final assault on the orc base camp across the Narrow Sea.

Nearly all of the soldiers knew that the war they had fought for years was about to be won, though they were in different moods – the soldiers of Lordaeron were excited that they could keep the orcs out of their homeland, the soldiers of Stormwind were thrilled that they were able to embark on their journey home, and the soldiers of Riptide were proud of the mission they were about to take on.

"It's a great spectacle, and maybe it won't happen again for decades. Arthas stood between a group of human nobles and high-ranking military generals, and sighed in a low voice.

Arthas knew that such a scene had never been seen before in the original flow of time, that the alliance that defeated the orcs was the last action of the Human Alliance, and that after that, the alliance split again, with Riptide and Gilneth withdrawing from the Alliance, Stormwind struggling to rebuild, Dalaran frequently destroyed, and Lordaeron ...... Reduced to ruins under himself and Frost Sorrow's hands.

"Honestly, Prince Alsace, I'd rather never see such a scene again. "Anduin Lothar was fully armed, his golden marshal's plate armor glistening in the sun, and the blue ribbon on his chest was a symbol of his bravery and glory.

"Why, Mr. Lothar, don't you think this scene is magnificent?" Ureon was a little confused, he liked the scene of the army gathering now, and just being in it made his blood boil.

"Remember, Wrynn, that for a monarch, the stability of the people is far more precious than his personal name of valor. I'd rather never put down my sword forever, if that could bring peace to the continent. Anduin Lothar said.

"It's getting late, Arthas, can you let her begin?" said King Terenus, looking at the rising sun, to his son.

"I see, father. Arthas nodded, greeted Frost Sorrow, and walked towards the beach of Fadil Bay. Countless eyes were fixed on this pair of figures of different heights, waiting for a miracle to appear—what a powerful force to be able to freeze the currents! It is a lucky thing to be able to see such a powerful spell in a lifetime, whether it is a soldier from a civilian background or a general from a noble family.

Arthas had slept peacefully in the arms of Frost Sorrow last night, only to wake up to find that all the preparations had been made.

Ricks' legion with Riptide Castle has arrived at Riptide Castle and has rested for a while, and the Orc Grand Chief has been escorted back to Riptide Castle, but no one has the time to interrogate it, just keep it in a dark dungeon, and keep it tightly guarded.

The griffon messenger to Dalaran returned to Rapids and reported to King Solas the movements of the mages, Archmage Antonidas discovered the portal that Kel'thugad had privately built from Dalaran to Dunhold Castle, cutting the distance from Dalaran to the Arathi Highlands by almost half, and a large number of battle mages were gathering to support the frontal battlefield here.

The griffon messenger who had gone to meet the dwarven king Magni Copperbeard had also returned, bringing back letters from King Magni Copperbeard to the Coalition and his brother Muradin. The Dwarven King has left Ironforge with his army and is heading for Palatine Bay, King Magni Copperbeard has promised to wipe out all the orcs he encounters on the way, saying that he will never let the orc army flee south, and asking the combined forces of humans and High Elves to act as soon as possible to strangle the remnants of the orcs in the wetlands.

All the information points in the positive direction of the Alliance, and the top leaders of the Alliance in Fort Riptide are also particularly excited. Having just after this morning, Arthas was woken up by the cry of Frost Sorrow, and after a sweet and troublesome morning intimacy with Frost Sorrow, Arthas took the sleepy-eyed Red Dragon Queen, along with King Terenus and others, to the Gulf of Fadil along with Ricks' army.

Arthas came to the sea, a foul smell came to his face, last night, here, tens of thousands of orcs were burned by the Red Dragon Queen, although the Silver Hand Knights and the Iron Horse Brotherhood were stationed here to prevent the counterattack from the orc base camp on the other side of the narrow sea, but these warriors who fought fiercely all night did not have the experience to clean up the corpses of these orcs.

Although the corpses of these orcs had not decomposed in just one day, the foul stench was inevitable.

Arthas waved his hand in front of his nose to dispel the stench a little, and then said to Frost's sorrow, "Frost, get to work!"

"Hmm...... Master, what do you want Frost to do?" Frost Sorrow rolled up his cuffs with great interest, revealing his white lotus arms.

"Just like that time, in Quel'Thalas...... Xiaoshuang, if you freeze this sea area, it would be nice to be able to reach the continent opposite. Arthas gestured with his hand as he lowered his voice—he didn't want the High Elves to hear what he and Frostmourn had done to their sanctuary in the original stream of time.

"Good master!" Frost Sorrow kicked her little white boots, ran to the beach and crouched, and plunged one of her fingers into the water, not disgusted by the fact that it had been stained with the corpses of the orcs