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In his own home, Rex never had so many scruples.

After a full meal, Rex didn't go anywhere, but took it with him at the mansion and accompanied Rhona.

Rex is happy at home at the moment, but the continent of Kalimdor across the sea is also full of joy.

Kalimdor Continent, Dulongtar!

Huge and narrow valleys, the sound of percussion rumbles, knocking out the rhythm of the heartbeat,

Thrall leaned forward, the powerful muscles of his shoulders trembling, his right arm swinging back and forth, and a heavy black hammer in his hand.

Constantly waving forward vigorously, there are bursts of ding-ding-ding!!!!!

On the shiny forehead, sweat dripped down the bridge of his nose.

His lips were raised to see his fangs, and he opened his mouth to shout at a brown-skinned orc beside him; "Lexar, you're lazy again!"

The sound was loud and spread far away.

The burly, uniquely complexed orc, with the same expression on his face, picked up the black hammer on the ground next to him, and waved it calmly, again and again, constantly striking at the building in front of him.

The orcs are burly, strong and powerful, and perfectly inherit all the virtues of ogres and orcs.

Looking at the other man's movements, Sal shook his head slightly. Continue waving the hammer in his hand.

"Lexa, my dearest brother. What's the matter with you? Sal gently used his strong arms. He wiped his sweat from his forehead and looked at the tall figure who walked up to him.

"Sal, I'm here to say goodbye to you," Lexa said in a solemn voice.

"Farewell," Sal's tone was high.

His lips were opened, his fangs were exposed, his eyes were bright, and he spoke loudly; "We left our homes. He crossed the ocean and came to Kalimdor,"

"We fight the centaurs, we fight the undead"

"Fighting again and again, one by one our people fell, and the land that we bought with our blood,"

"Durotar is our homeland, Orgrimmar is our home, the spirits of our ancestors are blessing, and now we are building our home. Lexar needs you to contribute to our family,"

Silent. Hesitating, this ogre and orc hybrid did not hesitate in the face of the endless human army, and he did not hesitate in the face of the demon army like an ocean, but now he hesitated.

"Look at them," Sal's green arm waved heavily, like a spear, brushed and stretched straight.

Two fingers, pressed and brought together, point to the rest of the canyon.

The tone in his mouth was as high as ever, and he said with a sincere look on his face; "Looking at the smiles of the people, this is a vision of a beautiful homeland,"

"Brave Lexa, you appeared at our most difficult time, like the Tabu sheep in danger surrounded by wolves, your appearance has brought us light,"

"Stay, not only do I need your help, but the orcs need you too,"

Lexa stared into the distance, at the clouds drifting in the sky.

The light blue canopy, like a clean velvet, is inlaid with yellow gold edges, and the red sun adds a touch of color to the sunny day.

There was a look of struggle on his face, a desire for freedom on one side, and recognition of his people on the other.

The two are constantly in conflict, and their expressions are hesitant.

"I'm sorry, Thrall, my life is destined to be wandering, I belong to the desert wilderness, but please remember this: I will always be a member of the orcs, and I will help you when you need me, goodbye......"

The difficult choice and two considerations made him physically and mentally exhausted, and he finally made up his mind, and his whole body was relaxed.

His face was full of sunlight, and his eyes looked at the clouds in the distance, revealing longing.

It is the yearning for freedom, the nostalgia for an unfettered life.

With a firm step, he turned around and walked out of the canyon step by step.

Looking at Rex's solemn back, Sal's arm stretched forward and slowly lowered it again, he knew that if he said some cruel words and forced him to stay, he would still be able to keep Rex.

But the pursuit of freedom in Lexa's eyes made him pause.

He wouldn't do that because he's Sal.

Rex walked resolutely, without hesitation, and disappeared into the Orgrimmar under construction for a long time.

Thrall stood for a long time, then slowly withdrew his gaze, grabbed the hammer under his feet again, swung it with all his might, and continued to join the army of building the city.

Lexa wasn't leaving permanently, he was just on a temporary long trip, and he would return when the orcs needed him.

In this way, it is enough.

Time does not stop because of the departure of one person, and the huge orc machine will stop because one person leaves, but this person is not Lexa.

Lexa's departure did not cause any waves for ordinary orcs, just as Lexa's arrival did not cause many waves, he was like a stone in the sea, whether it was thrown or taken away, to the orcs in the ocean, it was extremely small and faint and imperceptible.

That is, the orc veterans who participated in the battle of the sacred mountain of Hyjal may still have memories of that brave and majestic posture.

Lexa's departure caused a lot of waves among the high-level recruiters.

Although Lexa has not been in the newborn orc family for a long time, war is the best bridge to build friendship, and they have experienced the battle of life and death together, and the friendship they have established. It's indelible for a lifetime.

Now. A legendary hero of the Orcs. Varok. Sarufar, a veteran of the Orcs, High Overseer of the Horde, and Adjutant of Thrall.

He was sitting on a dirty, hard floor in a large tent, with a pile of straw and a thick cracked hoof cowhide underneath him to keep out the bone-chilling cold of the ground.

Split-hoof cowhide, a product of a distant homeland, to this day. There wasn't much left to keep, even if he was stiff and uncomfortable to sit on, far less soft than the furry fur of the bearskin, but he had no memories of home at all.

As a veteran of World War I and World War II.

He hides a nostalgia for his hometown and a deep sense of homesickness in his heart.

However, at this moment, the old Sarufar, his chest is extremely stretched, his breathing is relatively rapid, and his upper body is naked and naked. Scars everywhere crawled all over the body like centipedes. With the shaking, it is more hideous and frightening,

He's angry, yes, he's angry.

Because today one of his old friends left, and he left quietly, and he didn't even say hello to him.

This made him extremely angry, he and Lexar met, not not before, but a long, long time ago.

At that time, Lexa was still a young and reckless young man, and he was already a veteran of a hundred battles.

"Boy, the next time I see you, I must teach you a good lesson." The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, and the old Sarufar palmed it roughly.

Slap at the wooden table in front of you, and bam!

Click!

Fragments of cups on the wooden table spilled all over the tent.

"My most respected lieutenant, please don't waste resources, we don't have so many resources to squander these days," Sal looked at the broken glass, the fragments remaining on the ground, which could be seen to be crystal clear, reflecting the light coming in from outside.

At first glance, it was a good thing, but it was broken, and Sal felt distressed.

Today's orcs are in ruins, what they want, nothing, what can be said is scarce, this glass cup is generously given by the leader of the caravan after the last transaction with the orcs.

When people are angry, they like to do one thing, and that is to get angry, and the same is true for orcs and humans.

So, Sal was out of luck.

Who let him just speak.

Old Sarufar raised an eyebrow, and as soon as he rolled his gaze, he looked at the young orc sitting beside him.

"Sal, why don't you keep him?" Old Sarufar spoke in an impulsive tone.

Sentence after sentence came out of the mouth of old Sarufar, as if he had found a way to vent his inner anger.

Looking at the rage, like a fried-haired lion.

A bitter smile appeared on Sal's face, and that's it, he knew it was so.

Among the entire orcs, the one who has the best relationship with Lexa is not Thsar, nor Grom, who had a subordinate relationship with Lexa at the beginning, but the one in front of him. 、

After Lexar left, after finishing his business, Thrall hurried to this place to find old Sarufar and tell him the news.

"And why are you? Don't tell me the news immediately when he's gone? ”

Thrall shook his head slightly, this was exactly what he did on purpose, Lexa's desire for freedom, Thrall could see, freedom, adventure, this was Lexa's life, and it was his life, and it was something worth fighting for a lifetime, just like he had to free the orcs who were imprisoned in the shelter.

In order to prevent old Sarufar from chasing him out and making it difficult for Lexa, he had to deliberately stagger this time.

In the face of the angry old Sarufar, Sal was speechless and let him play.

"Look, what's that?"

"It's a shooting star,"

"No, it's a spaceship, it's an enemy,"

"Enemy attack!"

A series of shouts rang out in Orgrimmar.

The sound of panic filled every corner.

Rumble! A deafening, huge explosion followed.

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