"Orgrim, are you hurt?"

When Sal found out about this, he immediately became alarmed.

"Relax, boy, don't be surprised."

It was only then that Orgrim realized how much energy and energy had been consumed by the short but intense encounter before.

So he sat on the ground and felt uncomfortable, so he simply walked down in a large font.

"Hold on! I'll carry you back!! ”

Thrall slid to Ogrim's side to pull him up, but Ogrim grabbed his wrist.

The night was too dark, and Thrall didn't notice the way Orgrimmar looked at him and wanted to look at an idiot.

"Don't talk, hold on, you'll be fine."

Thrall began to tear at the hem of his clothes, trying to wrap up Orgrim's wounds.

In fact, Ogrim's injuries are nowhere near as serious as they seem.

As the Grand Chief who has survived more than ten years of fighting, Orgrim is all too familiar with the style of playing by exchanging injuries for injuries.

Although the shoulders and neck are the key points of humanoid creatures, it does not mean that they cannot be touched.

The knife seemed to be bleeding heavily, but it was actually because the wound was too long, and Orgrim was sure that he had avoided the point, and he even felt that he had done far more damage to his old friend by stabbing Spartacus in the liver and kidney with his speartail than he had received.

Orgrim suddenly wanted to laugh, so he laughed, and then tugged at the wound.

"Hold on, and you will be saved."

Thrall was engrossed in bandaging Orgrim's wounds, not even noticing Orgrim's veteran disdain.

But slowly, slowly, Orgrim restrained the contemptuous smile on his lips.

This kid can't be annoying.

What's his name?

Thrall?

Phew, slave means.

Let me think about it, let me think about it, Durotan seems to have flaunted to me at the beginning......

"Gouyle, I'm fine."

Orgrim doesn't know the proverb———— you're old when you start reminiscing about the joys of the past.

"I'll save you, I'll do what I say, I'll ......"

Orgrim impatiently pushed Thrall to the ground.

"I said enough! The old man is fine. ”

Orgrim leaped to his feet in a movement similar to that of a carp, and then a bloody arrow shot out from the wound.

……

"Are you really okay?"

Thrall asked, uncertain.

"I'm sure! Your father doesn't have a mother-in-law like you. ”

Orgrim said nonchalantly.

"Who hurt you?"

At the mention of this crucial question, Sal became serious.

"Someone who can help us."

"Humans?"

"Orcs."

"Huh?!"

Although it has the support of the Frostwolf Clan, it is simply a matter of death to rely on a few hundred orcs to attack Dunhold Castle.

That's why Drektar asked Orgrim to stay with Thrall.

Passionate, genuine, and infectious.

Young, strong, and outstanding.

But Thrall was still just a young orc.

Thrall didn't know how to command an army other than his enthusiasm, and the best way he could think of was to rush me.

So Drektar used favor and benefit to convince Orgrim to go with Thrall.

Contrary to what Spartacus had imagined, the Frostwolf Clan was not hostile to Orgrim.

The truth about Durotan's murder back then was not a secret to the top of the tribe and the Frostwolf Clan itself.

Far from being an enemy of the Frostwolf Clan, Orgrim is gracious.

At the height of the Horde's strength, Orgrim sent a messenger to demand that the Frostwolf Clan return to the Horde, but Drektar refused.

Thinking of the damage done to the Frostwolf Clan by Gul'dan and the Black Hand, Orgrim did not force Drektar to submit.

That's why Orgrim was able to take refuge after the complete defeat of the tribe, and finally lived in seclusion in the Alterac Valley.

Willingly?

Unwilling.

Hate?

Not really.

In that frenetic atmosphere, the Great Chief named Orgrim didn't have much of a choice.

It may be better to do it, but under the hatred forged by the sea of blood in the corpse mountain, there is no possibility for the alliance and the tribe to stop.

Either you die or I die.

It's just that the orcs lost.

It's not just Spartacus who reflects on the past, but Ogrim as well.

He used to think he had let go.

But apparently not.

The Frostwolf Clan, which was once a lifelong Frost Wolf Clan, has now become the last force of the Orcs.

Although Orgrim is not clear about Gromsh. Hellroar was doing with his Warsong clan, but the Great Chief apparently didn't take Red. The black hand is his own.

Orgrim thought he was indifferent, but it was clear that his blood was not yet cold.

What he saw and heard along the way, and the tragic fate of the orc captives, pierced Orgrim's heart deeply.

So he understood Spartacus' hatred of himself.

"Relying on us, relying on those few hundred men of the Frostwolf Clan, is not enough, Gouyle. I was to Dunhold Castle back then...... I forgot you grew up there. Well, how strong that castle is and how many people the defenders have, you know better than me. ”

"Yes, there were more than five thousand people within the walls alone. So what do we do? ”

"Starting from the periphery, we need to attack the smaller detention centers, attack the scattered human strongholds, gather weapons and equipment, rescue more of our compatriots and arm them, and finally Dunhold."

"I had similar thoughts, but ...... Won't this lead to human revenge and encirclement? ”

One of the most important treasures that Thrall has learned from humanity is reason and thinking.

The alliance will not sit idly by, and attacking Dunhold, which seems to be an egg to a stone, is actually the plan with the highest success rate.

There was no need to contribute to Dunhold Castle, which was the place where the aristocracy of human officers lived, and was a strong fortress for storing weapons and supplies. But the orcs do not live in the castle, as long as they break through the city walls and create chaos, they can rescue quite a considerable number of orcs, much more orcs than the entire frostwolf clan.

If you can awaken the fighting spirit of these orcs and arm them, then there is hope for everything.

Instead, the seemingly smooth raids will only attract more attention from the Alliance.

But Orgrim was right, with the strength of the Frostwolf Clan alone, there was little chance of success in attacking Dunhold.

There were too few troops, and even if the guards in the city were divided in all directions, they would still have enough troops to deal with the surprise attack planned by Sal.

It's bad.

Drektar doesn't tell Sal about Orgrim's true identity, but Thrall knows that Orgrim was a friend of his father's and a battle-hardened veteran.

Although Orgrim often sneered at Thrall, this uncle, who would call him Gouyle, was a soot to Thrall's soul.

I'm not an orphan......

So openly and secretly, Orgrim's struggle for power, Sal doesn't care.

But it was this kind of personality that made Orgrim hesitate.

Good boy, who doesn't like that.

"So we need the help of my old friend."

Orgrim is able to command the tribe, so naturally there will be no shortage of political wisdom.

"The old friend who stabbed you?"

Sal was somewhat incomprehensible.

"Yes, his appearance in itself says something."

Orgrim touched his bare chin.