Chapter 64: The Glory (Page 1/1)

"The Horde does not want to start this war. It makes no sense! ”

Sarufar was held to the ground, his eyes full of anger. But he does not struggle, and as a tribal warrior, he is neither humble nor arrogant. Even if it is a big chief, you have to respect him for three points.

"But you launched it anyway, and the Copperbeard Dwarves didn't attack your army at all, while you, you attacked the Alliance."

Ares asked rhetorically.

In the sunlight, the paladin's armor reflected golden light. Shining on him, like Sarufar, Ares had a lot of holes on his face and body. Paladins are also warriors, warriors who fight in the face of holy light...... The scars are like glory, forever etched on the body.

"That's the Hell's Roar, he's not on behalf of the Horde."

Sarufar roared.

"But anyway, you did it. You and your people slaughtered the warriors of Ironforge, the soldiers of Stormwind, and the people of Lordaeron. It is you who have broken this sacred covenant. Now, the Alliance has to go to war with you. ”

Ares roared back.

Sarufar gasped, he lowered his head, anger building up in his heart. His clenched fists could be seen as hard as stones. Ares knew that a few Alliance soldiers could not control him, but he could not escape the place, and the archers and musketeers around him were enough to take his life.

"Are you really going to provoke this war?"

Sarufar asked, staring at Ares.

"Don't you understand? It is the roar of hell that is provoking this war. The Union has no choice. ”

Ares returned with righteous words.

Sarufar was silent again. Indeed, he watched the war begin, but there was nothing he could do. Why Hellroar had become so irritable and bloodthirsty was a question that Sarufar could never figure out. Orcs, who have been far from demonic blood for many years, Hellroar was originally an upright, brave tribal warrior. Why did you get so irritable during your year in Northrend? Sarufar couldn't figure it out. Thankfully, Sal was finally coming here by boat himself. Because the Great Chief of the Tribe also heard what was happening in Northrend.

An invisible force that is subtly changing the Tribal Expeditionary Force. It is more terrible than war, there is no bloodshed in sight, but it is the corrosion of the spirit.

"Neither you nor I want to see it, yes, it will be another river of blood."

Looking at Sarufar, Ares whispered.

"Untie him!"

Immediately, he commanded loudly.

Even the guards looked at Ares with wide eyes.

"Great Lord? He was a high-ranking officer of the tribe......"

"I know, that's why I'm going to let him go."

Ares replied calmly. The warm sunlight shone on his face, and for a moment, even Sarufar could not understand what the human in front of him was doing.

"Tell me, why?"

Sarufar asked in a skeptical tone as he was untied.

"Like you said, Sarufar, this is not a real tribe, this battle is pointless. For every soldier we sacrifice here, the Lich King has one more puppet. The power of the undead is growing, and we are weakening. If you want to prove that you are right, you want to prove that tribe in your heart. Then do it for me. ”

Ares said.

A hint of pride flashed in Sarufar's eyes. It's recognition and mutual appreciation. At the same time, he understood Ares' motives for doing so. The High Lord of Lordaeron wanted to convince the tribesmen to avoid war by himself. But how effective it is, you can only rely on yourself to fight for it. With good results, this pointless bloodshed could have been avoided. If the effect is not good, it will exacerbate the internal ...... of the divided tribe

Cunning Alliance Doggy...... Sarufar muttered inwardly. But at the same time he had to do it. As Ares said, for every warrior sacrificed by the Alliance and the Horde here, the Lich King had one more minion. Natural disasters and wars are the problems that tribes and alliances must face together.

……

"Do you believe he would do that?"

After Sarufar left, Whitemayne walked over and chatted softly.

She was still wearing the slender robes she had worn in the Scarlet Monastery. Many years have passed, and her outfit has hardly changed at all, except that she has become much more mature.

"I don't know, but at least give him a chance, and give ourselves a chance."

Ares replied.

"Why don't you discuss this matter with Varian before making a decision?"

Whitemane flicked his long hair and continued to ask.

"I've thought about it, but there's only one outcome from consulting with Varian - he won't release Sarufar, and maybe even kill him outright. With Varian's character, he would not let go of any of the senior members of the tribe. But this does not help the situation on the battlefield in any way. Killing Sarufar resulted in the loss of a general to the orcs, but Sarufar's death would only fuel their bloodlust and revenge. Now is the critical moment for the march into Icecrown, and we have come a long and confident road, when the Alliance and the Horde are fighting hard and the Northern Expedition will be lost. The Lich King's power may be greatly increased by this. In that case, we don't think we'll ever have the chance to set foot on Northrend again in our lifetime. ”

Ares paused, turned around, and continued—

And letting him go is not just for the sake of peace on the surface. Sarufar represents the true orc tradition, and he and the current commander of the Tribal Expeditionary Force, Garrosh. Hell Roar is contentious and contradictory. Letting him go back will exacerbate this contradiction, and Hell Roar will suspect him even more, and even charge him with collaborating with the enemy. This is bound to cause discontent among some members of the tribe. Tribes may be divided as a result. There is also the possibility that Sarufar will bring down the Roar of Hell and lead the Horde Expeditionary Force above Northrend on the path to true glory. Either of these two scenarios will be beneficial to us. ”

"Yes...... But Varian doesn't think so......"

After listening to Ares's explanation, Whitemane was still a little worried. After all, the alliance is not up to Ares alone.

"Then don't tell him!"

"There are no impermeable walls, Ares ......"

"Even if he knew, we would have a reason. Sarufar was captured by our fighters. As commanders of the Lordaeron Legion, we have the power to dispose of our own prisoners of war. It's really just a matter of respect. But sometimes, I don't care so much. ”

Ares sighed. He knows that no matter how good a partner or brother is, if he has worked together for a long time, there will be conflicts. That's where I and Varian are now......

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