At the end of the day's round, Izzy prepared to return to the Chief's Hall to process the papers, while Garrosh headed to the barracks to get back to his work.

Izzy would now take him around the new city every day, hoping to let this orc, who only knows how to fight, know more about other things, whether life itself, or the relationship between various races, and whether the words he just said were said in Garrosh's heart, Izzy couldn't judge at all.

He looked at Garrosh's back as he faded away, and sighed in his heart.

Although Garrosh is still a little immature, and still has the obvious reckless and warlike nature of the Hellroar family, he is indeed a true orc, and an orc who is willing to sacrifice his life for the orc, suitable to be a great chief.

However, when Izzy thought of this, he found that Garrosh was actually not the only choice, you know, in the official history of Warcraft, the next great chief of the tribe Sal was originally selected as the next great chieftain of Walok Sarufar, the son of Waloch Sarufar, and if little Sarufar had not died in the Gate of Damnation, the next chief of the tribe would probably be him.

However, it was in the world of Warcraft, a world where Izzy would later meet Dranosh Sarufal a few times, and he was a perfect soldier, an ideal warrior, and that was the image he had in Izzy's mind.

He perfectly inherited all the good qualities of King Waloch Sarufar, whether it was his belief in glory or superior fighting skills, Delanos and his father were exactly the same.

But is the glorious man fit to be a great chief?

For this question, Izzy didn't know the answer, he only knew that he was definitely not a glorious person, in his heart the glory of his own people was his own glory, as long as it was for the glory or benefit of his own people, he could do a lot of things by any means.

Therefore, judging by his own situation, Izzy does not think that it will be a good choice to let Draranosh be the Great Chief, there are some things that are detrimental to personal glory but necessary, whether he will do it, Izzy is not sure.

On the contrary, Garrosh doesn't have to worry about this, he can definitely do anything for the orcs, and Izzy is only worried that he will go too far and end up in a miserable situation like in the official history of Warcraft.

After thinking about it for a long time, Izzy found that it was still far from the day when he would let go of his burden, and anyway, he still had a lot of time to train a candidate for chiefdom, and there was nothing to rush.

But speaking of time, I don't know what the hell is going on in the human kingdom during this time, has the undead scourge been eliminated, and has Gul'dan, that traitor, already appeared?

Every time Izzy thinks of these things, he is irritated, the human countries reject the choice of orcs to help, and they are completely seeking their own death, but Izzy is not sure, they are looking for death, will they make their orcs passive, Izzy doesn't want to, humans turn into countless undead soldiers under their city.

If that really happens, Izzy will not hesitate to choose to make the entire human kingdom the classic mission in Warcraft - the slaughter race!

However, Izzy thought about it, and felt that such a situation should not happen, after all, in the human kingdom, there are also righteous people like Lothar and Khadgar, they understand the severity, when necessary, Izzy believes that they will definitely come to seek their help, at present, their tribe only needs to continue to develop, accumulate strength.

Thinking of this, Izzy unconsciously walked to the chief's hall, his face suddenly became bitter, as a leader, if you want to develop, you will inevitably be very tired.

Opening the door, a mountain of papers came into his sight, and in the midst of those documents, Galoga and her team were working hard.

Izzy sighed and came to his desk, where the highest pile of papers had to be done, and they were all things that could only be carried out with the approval of him, the Great Chief.

"There will always be things that can't be dealt with, this is a sinkhole that can never be filled, why should I be a big chief if I have nothing to do?"

Izzy scolded himself in his heart, and reluctantly threw himself into it, joining the ranks of hard work.

Meanwhile, in the kingdom of Lordaeron, Ser Anduin Lothar, the Lion of Azeroth, is leading his forces towards Andorhar, east of Lordaeron, where their recovered scouts say they have found some suspicious enemy tracks.

As she rode along the road, a thin layer of red mist filled the air, and that was the catastrophe itself, and Lothar felt a shortness of breath as she thought of the brothers who had died in their sickness.

"What kind of monster would do such a thing?"

If she could, Lothar would have wanted to catch the culprit and slap him in the face while asking him what he was thinking, and then send him a clean "life re-chopping" to end his sinful life.

However, these can only be imagined, and now they don't even know where the enemy is, and everything can only slowly progress after finding the source of these red mist.

"Sir Lothar, you don't seem to be feeling well, is it this disgusting red mist that makes you feel unwell, if you need it, I can make you feel better with the Holy Light. ”

Just as Lothar was pondering, a young man's voice suddenly came to his ears beside him.

Lothar looked back, it was her young adjutant, a good-looking young paladin of her own, full of a sense of justice and perseverance, simply a natural paladin.

"No, Tulayan, I'm fine, I'm just thinking about something, you know, about this disaster. ”

Hearing Lothar's words, Tulayan said with some hesitation: "I have heard that this disaster may have been maliciously created by an orc traitor, and I think they are responsible for it, but our king does not seem to think so. ”

Lothar sighed as soon as she heard this.

"Yes, the orcs do want to be involved in this, but this is our human kingdom after all, and I can understand the idea that King Terenus doesn't want others to interfere in his country, so we can only rely on ourselves to deal with these issues. ”

Lothar said this, but felt a little duplicitous.

In his opinion, if the tribe could get involved, their human armies would be much easier and suffer fewer casualties in the face of the enemies they had faced, but in the eyes of those who were on top, the interests of their own kingdom were more important than the lives of the warriors at the bottom, and even he, the generalissimo of the alliance, could not change.

At this time, another old lieutenant of Lothar spoke: "Marshal, we will not be able to reach Andohar until tomorrow at the earliest, and now that it is getting late, I think we should camp and rest for the night, keep the brothers in condition, and enter the hard-hit area tomorrow." ”

Lothar nodded, agreeing with his old buddy's proposal, but he still asked the troops to be on higher alert, they were now on the verge of the worst disaster, and no one could guarantee that something would happen during the night.