"Hey, Dezko, be quiet," Grosske whispered to the crowd in the hall as he looked nervously, "and it is said that someone is secretly trying to oppose Thrall's rule over the Horde. ”

"Trolls, or Forsaken?"

Dezko wasn't surprised, to be honest, he had never had much affection for shrewd or cunning trolls, or the capricious undead, and he preferred to stay with irascible but quick-tempered orcs compared to the two.

"No, it's an orc! It's a green-skinned orc like me! ”

Grosske corrected, but he also seemed a little puzzled by the situation.

Dezko was taken aback, and he turned his head in horror.

Bloody Hoof, the latter's eyes were also revealing an incredible look.

For for all orcs, Thrall, the legendary name means glory and power, and they revere the orc shaman for what he did for them, for it was he who helped them escape from their cages, and finally freed them from the curse of demonic blood, and led them to find a place in this hostile world.

To be honest, Dezko could hardly find any other words to describe the feelings of the orcs for their leader other than admiration and gratitude, and now that he suddenly heard that an orc would oppose Thrall, the first thing the minotaur felt was that this was nonsense, if he hadn't heard it wrong, the innkeeper was lying!

However, Dezko quickly calmed down, because the heavily guarded atmosphere outside was not fake, and he looked up at Rosk: "Old man, sit down and have a drink or two, and by the way, tell us what's going on?" ”

The innkeeper sat down at the table.

He was a talkative orc, with some business acumen and means, and was known for his quick and slick wrists among his short-tempered, fist-speaking compatriots.

"Fireblade Clan, have you heard of it?"

He said mysteriously, he didn't think the guests had heard of the clan's name.

"Unheard of."

Dezko said in a serious manner.

Although he didn't think that the attack at the forward post was worth concealing, because in a few days, the caravan coming from there would spread the news, but not many people knew that the Fireblade Clan was behind the attack.

There is still a need for secrecy.

"Look at this!"

Grosske took a few pieces of rough papyrus from the pocket of his apron with his greasy hand and handed them over, "I picked them up on the street a few days ago. ”

A few people took it with some curiosity, but Diego didn't, he could barely understand orc language now.

It was difficult to say, let alone read the orc text on it, but Bane was kind enough to translate it into Minotaur for him.

"The Alliance occupies the richest land, but we live in this desert! The Ashen Valley to the north has all the supplies we need, but why would the orc-loving Great Chief punish us for living in this desert? Obviously, there will be more harvests along the Nushui River to the north. And he is neither corrupt nor incompetent, except that he thinks his little human lover is more important than us, do you think there is any more appropriate explanation? ”

"Nonsense!"

Dezko raised his hand angrily, then forcibly put it down.

Grosske was glad that the Minotaur hadn't slapped his big strong hand on his desk, and that the thin-planked piece of furniture could not withstand his ravage.

Dezko opened his mouth to say something.

But he found that he did not know how to speak, and even though he knew that the leaflets were full of nonsense, his clumsy linguistic skills were not enough to sensitively refute these fallacies, and he only instinctively felt that what was written on it was wrong, and that it was in great conflict with the traditional beliefs of the Minotaurs - for the Minotaurs, they rarely invaded other people's territory for their own needs, and in fact, for the most part, the mild Minotaurs were always the predators of others, although they did not lack the determination and courage to defend themselves.

That's when it happened.

Bane sighed, catching everyone's attention.

"Believe me, Lord Thrall will never be as bad as it says on that piece of paper, and there is a reason why he chose a barren place like Durontar for the orcs."

His gaze drifted over the heads of the crowd.

It seems to be recalling something.

"Hey, Bane, tell us, I know Thrall and Lord Bloodhoof are old friends who talk about everything, and he must have said something to your father."

Dezko said impatiently.

"Yes, it does."

Bane retracted his thoughts, "After meeting my father and forming an alliance with the Minotaurs, Thrall had an in-depth discussion with him about ending the orc wanderings and finding a place to stay. He chose to establish the orc kingdom in barren Durotar for two reasons. ”

Everyone at the table listened intently to Bane?

The story of Bloody Hoof is a secret that no one knows, let alone a person who has been involved in this history.

Even Diego, who knew a lot about the history of Azeroth, pricked up his ears with interest - the details and the talks were not recorded in any historical sources.

"The first reason is that Thrall thinks that orcs need to repent of their evil deeds, knowing that drinking the blood of demons that drive madness and anger is not a reason to defend themselves, because no one forced them to do so, so orcs must pay some price to remember that crazy history, but not as slaves or prisoners."

Everyone nodded, and this is the choice that a responsible leader should make.

No one can make a mistake with impunity, and the orcs must show a gesture of humility enough to ask for forgiveness.

It is important to note that the object of the request is not limited to the indigenous races that inhabit Azeroth, but also includes the elemental spirits, the souls of the ancestors, the grass and trees, the spirits of all things, the sky, the earth and the sea here, and the living and dead demigods, and even the supreme and unpredictable will of the world.

"But the people who sent out this leaflet apparently didn't think so, they didn't think they owed anyone anything,"

Grosske interjected, feeling a little sad and ashamed of his shameless compatriots, "Worse still, there are many others who think the same way as them." ”

"The second reason is much more realistic, most of the land in Kalimdor already has inhabitants, only the most desolate and barren land like Durontar is still ownerless, and the exhausted orcs can no longer withstand a war for land."

Bane concluded.

Whether intentionally or not, both the narrator and the listener subconsciously ignore that the indigenous people who originally inhabited the land, the boar people, paid the price for their raids, and almost no one was willing to take their side, and in most people they did not deserve sympathy.

The people were silent.

"So why didn't Thrall explain to his own people why he did it?"

After a moment, Dezko suddenly asked.

"The problem is not here, if he does not correct the predatory and barbaric customs of his people, which have been corrupted by the blood of demons, no one will listen, even if he explains,"

Bane replied, "In fact, he has been working to bring the orcs back into the arms of shamanic teachings, to teach them to reclaim the noble and ancient shamanic traditions, to learn to be self-reliant again, to learn to restrain their greedy **, but this qiē will take time." ”

"But what we're missing is time, the Fireblade Orcs have bewitched a lot of young people, and the children who grew up in captives don't think they should have to suffer for the mistakes of their fathers, and they don't realize that the cost is to be borne by the entire orc race. They always complained that it was the older orcs who brought them to this situation, always craving something, but never thinking about what the older orcs had paid for their freedom today, let alone how to repay their race. ”

Groske said with some pessimism that the influence of demonic blood on the orcs could not be eliminated in a short time, and it even affected the future of the orcs, making many of them selfish, greedy, and ungrateful to them.

"We'll leave tomorrow to Orgrimmar."

Bane said suddenly, feeling that Sal, who was in trouble, would welcome them.

(To be continued.)

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