Under the watchful eyes of the orcs, Ares and Gianna walked into Orgrimmar. This magnificent orc city is finally truly unfolding in front of you at this moment. The red earth and cliffs, the fiery red battle flags, the wild roar of the orcs, everything is so exciting. Of course, this feeling is still not good when the hordes of orcs are standing around, especially when their blood-red eyes reveal not friendship and kindness, but bloodlust and wildness.

Gianna clutched her staff tightly, hiding her head under her cloak, her clear eyes looking around, and in case of danger, her spell would become a magical barrier, protecting herself and Ares, giving her enough time to cast a teleportation spell.

It wasn't a long way from Orgrimmar's Gate to the Chief's Hall, but Ares felt as if he had walked for centuries, and every step was so heavy. The sun overhead was red-eyed and scorching.

Until I walked into the chief's hall of the tribe, I saw the scene that was too familiar to be familiar, the fiery red curtains, the round meeting hall.

"I'm surprised you have the courage to come here, paladin."

Sitting on the throne in the center of the chieftain's hall, Thrall said loudly. For the first time, Ares met the Great Chieftain, one of the most legendary orcs in the World of Warcraft. They have the same green skin as other orcs, but they have blue eyes. What was revealed in those eyes was not bloodthirsty and brutal, but intelligence and wisdom.

It's just that his size is not as tall as he imagined, just a little taller and stronger than his kind.

Ares knew that as the Grand Chief of the Tribe, Thrall's abilities lay more in his strategy, vision, and open-mindedness than in simple violence and bloodlust.

"I must come for the sake of Azeroth."

Standing among the many leaders, Ares replied without humility or arrogance.

The disdainful sneer of some of the orc warriors around him could be heard, but there was more silence and staring. Sitting beside Thrall was another orc warrior, who looked much older than Thrall, with gray hair, but a neat beard and polished fangs, without the rudeness and wildness of the orcs outside.

Sitting next to the old orc warrior was a cow much larger than the orcs. Oh no, it's the Minotaur. There's no doubt that this guy is Bloodhoof. Ares had seen him on the battlefield, and he still had the old tree-like oak stick in his hand. Compared with the fury on the battlefield, at this moment, the image of Bloodhoof seems much kinder, and his eyes are very peaceful, even a little confused. As if he was not present.

On the other side of the hall, sitting, were the trolls. The leader of the Darkspear Trolls - Woking. This thing is just like Ares imagined, an entire extended version of humanity. It can be seen that compared to the other leaders, Woking's eyes are more fierce. After all, Dalin wiped out an army of trolls at sea.

"For Azeroth? Let's talk about it. ”

Sal returned calmly.

"Swarm, in the south of this continent, a terrifying force is revival. Angela Zerg, once the most fearsome predator in the world. ”

Ares got straight to the point. You can see the twisted expressions of the surrounding patriarchs, obviously, the tribe is not unaware of this matter. The old orc sitting next to Thrall even turned his face sideways and whispered to the Great Chief.

Compared to the shouting and grinding orcs outside, Ares felt that the orcs in front of him looked so rational that they didn't look like their race, and if they were put on a human skin, they would be no different from humans. Of course, the blood of orcs runs in their bones, which makes them fight much more wildly than humans in many cases.

"We've heard, the swarm. But what does this have to do with us? They attacked your towns, and they attacked humans, not us. Also, these bugs are thousands of miles away from us, what are you telling me about these? Do you want me to reach out to you? ”

Thrall sat on his throne and whispered quietly.

"Yes, we do want the Horde to participate in this war."

In the face of Sal's questioning, Ares replied equally calmly.

In the next second, bursts of laughter came, and everyone else let out different degrees of ridicule except for Bloodhoof and the advisor-like orc veteran beside Thrall.

"Why? We, the Darkspear tribe and the tribe, are eager to kill you and drive you out of this land. What confidence do you have that the tribe will help you? ”

Woking sat in his place and said ill-intentionedly. His neck sticks out of the elder, and a pair of fangs sticks out of his lips, as if he wants to pounce on him and tear at Ares's neck.

"Not to help me, but to help us, to help the whole tribe and the alliance."

"The arrival of the swarm will help us destroy you, and your people."

Woking continued.

"That's right, if the Horde doesn't intervene in this matter, the Alliance will indeed be wiped out by the swarms, and even our fleet will not be able to leave the port, and the overwhelming swarm will fill the entire bay, and even the hardest decks will not be able to stop their fangs and claws." Faced with the sinister Darkspear Troll Patriarch Woking, Ares replied unhurriedly. Of course, it's not that it's really careless, but because of this giant sword on her back, and Gianna's powerful spells. Don't fight unprepared battles, that's Ares' principle. Otherwise, labor and management finally went to Azeroth, and they couldn't hang up so inexplicably, this is not a game, and it seems that they can't be resurrected if they hang up......

"That's just right."

Woking scoffed.

"But what about after this? After the swarm is fed, their numbers will inevitably increase again, and they can even use the mountain fortress as a new nest, they will reproduce, and a female worm responsible for laying eggs can lay tens of thousands of eggs at a time, and in a few weeks, these eggs will hatch. Soon, their numbers will increase exponentially, and when the time comes, what do you think their next target will be? ”

Ignoring Woking's taunts, Ares continued, analyzing.

"You want to say Orgrimmar will be the next target of the biter?"

Sal said calmly.

"Are there any other options? No other city has as many people and food as Orgrimmar, and even if you have tall walls and towers, don't forget that the swarm has the ability to burrow into the ground. They can ignore any walled barriers, as long as the city is not built on a rock. Any dirt will be hollowed out and dug through by them. ”

Ares turned and replied calmly.

This incomparably familiar analysis of the Zerg surprised the orcs and other patriarchs present, and Thrall's long-hidden concern was emerging. Through Ares' and Sarufar's descriptions, Thrall could already imagine the swarm obscuring the day.

However, he still has one more step to get closer to the true union, and that is that he must see the scene of the swarm raging with his own eyes. And Ares's side, it is not a final peace negotiation, but a preliminary tentative negotiation, after all, the army of the Kingdom of Kurtilas, which accounts for half of the forces in the alliance, is still in the hands of Dalin, as long as the admiral opposes it, this cooperation is impossible to talk about.