The meeting ended eventually. `

A group of Kukaron Guards walked in with wooden tables and chairs, and a feast was to be held for the attendees to drink heartily, as is a tradition of the orcs.

A few sturdy orcs brought huge trays filled with various foods. There were no knives and forks, and no other utensils, and the orcs feasted on large pieces of food in their hands, most of which had not been carefully cooked, but were large and full, most of which had recently been hunted. Bear's meat roasted to medium-rare, succulent pork chops, Mogaure spiced bread, and an open supply of salt – this precious commodity in the Inner 6 region is not lacking here due to its proximity to the sea. The only drinks that accompany the meal are fairy juice, bitters and mogaolei spirits, and there are several local alcoholic beverages. Although in the eyes of humans or Night Elves, these diets are shabby, and they are not a feast at all, but in Orgrimmar, where supplies are desperately scarce, this is enough to make people salivate.

People ate and drank to their heart's content, and laughter filled the entire fortress of Grommász. Diego Masree sat with Dezco, with Itreig on the sidelines. Not far from them sat the Forsaken from the Undercity, with a mouth full of oil from a large bear paw.

"Aren't they ......," Masrae looked at him in horror, "aren't they dead?" How can you still eat? What organs do they use for digestion? ”

"Who knows?" Dezko replied angrily, "If someone said five years ago that people could stand up again after they died, I would definitely have a big mouth, but now ......, hum, you have all seen that the world has changed, and no matter what the hell happens!" ”

"I've heard that there is a monster in the Scourge called the Ghouls, who can devour flesh and blood to heal their wounds," interjected the well-informed old Itriege, "I wonder if it has anything to do with these Forsaken??.?? `c?om”

"I always felt like they should have preferred preservatives." Masrae took a hard bite of the Mogaule spice bread in his hand, "At least that thing will make them rot a little slower, right, Diego?" ”

Diego was not involved in their discussions. He was silently looking at Berks, who was sitting across the hall, observing his every move. He didn't have the orc's memory alive, but in today's meeting, this guy made a deep impression on him - not positively.

He turned his head and muttered a few words to the happy Guan Haifa, who was holding a piece of pork chop and munching on it. The latter let out a low roar twice and reluctantly disappeared into the shadows.

"What's wrong? Do you know Burks? Itreig, who had been watching him secretly, leaned over and asked in a low voice. ?.? `

"No," Diego replied lightly, "but what he said today is really ......" Diego paused to phrase himself, but his poor vocabulary could hardly describe the stupidity of the orc. He smiled, revealing a "you know" expression, and then quickly changed the subject, "He's also a member of the Kukaron Guard?" ”

"No, not yet. He is just a warrior of an ordinary legion1, although his combat ** is unmatched, and his combat effectiveness is reasonable, but many people think that his brain is not very clear, and it is not suitable to stay by the side of the big chief. ”

"A wise decision, for that would be tantamount to putting a powder keg at the Great Chief's side." Diego agreed.

"He's not the only one, you know, demonic blood has a far deeper impact on orcs than we can imagine." The old orc said gloomily, for orcs, demonic blood is a topic that can never be avoided. It is an eternal pain in the heart of every orc.

"There's something wrong with him!" Diego suddenly frowned and whispered. Through the connection of Guò's heart, Guan Haifa delivered a message that surprised him.

"What?" Itreig's eyes widened, and he asked, puzzled.

"He could be from the Fireblade Orc clan." Diego said, "Guan Haifa told me that this orc has an aura of evil power. ”

"How is this possible? It's clear to me that Berks is from the Whitepaw Clan, and they ...... in the Second Orc War" Itregg stopped abruptly, as he remembered that the Whiteclaw Clan had been wiped out in the Battle of Blackstone Mountain. The surviving Burks has turned into a wandering orc, and he can join any clan.

"It's true, because just a week ago, we were covered in the kind of dust that was radiated by evil energy in the dry water valley, Guan Haifa will definitely not be mistaken, even if he is not polluted by evil energy, he has at least come into contact with demons." Diego said firmly.

Itreig's face grew gloomy, he lowered his head, lost in deep thought, and after about ten minutes, he raised his head again and glanced at Berks, who was still unaware.

"Don't leave when the feast is over, I'm sure the Great Chief will ask to summon you." He whispered in an inaudible voice. Diego nodded silently, signaling that he understood.

The two of them let go of their minds, picked up the food on the table and ate it, to be honest, Diego still had some opinions about the food, because it was too greasy, but for the sake of his stomach, he still forced himself to eat it.

However, before they could take a few bites, or even take a few sips of the wine, the atmosphere in the hall became warm, and then intense, as the two officers who had drunk too much could not help but fight on the bench - this happened all the time, and occasionally there were people hanging the lottery, but these were all an integral part of an orc feast, even in the presence of the Great Chief, who was said to have gone on to the Old Tribe's Black Hands on occasion.

So when the people finally returned happy, the hall of the Great Chief's fortress was left in shambles.

"Let's clean up tomorrow, everyone is tired." Thrall said thoughtfully to the exhausted Kukaron guards. Truth be told, quelling the turmoil had almost exhausted the last vestiges of the Kukarons, and they could not use their fists or weapons to deal with these drunkards, for these were the Grand Chief's most important officers, advisors, and friends, and it was best not to hurt a single hair.

At this moment, Sal unexpectedly saw Diego and his party still in the hall, Bane? Bloodhoof didn't leave either, but stayed with them.

"Is there anything I can do for you, my friends?" He strode up and asked.

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Note 1: Warrior, the 1o rank of the tribe. The 14th rank of the Horde from lowest to highest is Scout, Sergeant, Sergeant of the Upper Sergeant, Sergeant of the First Class, Stone Guard, Blood Guard, Legionnaire, Centurion, Warrior, Lieutenant General, Overseer, and High Overseer.