Hippie! 6. 6. 6. 6.

"What's going on with the Frostwolf Clan? How do you know about them? This is the question that Ogrim is most interested in; His old friend, Durotan, the chief of the Frostwolf Clan, came with his wife and children to inform him of Gul'dan's plots, and then died on his way home; Because of his hurry, he didn't even ask Durontan where his people were—even the orcs didn't know where the Frostwolf Clan was now, and this human imp would know?

"Frostwolf Clan...... I've seen them, to be exact, they fought with us and became our prisoners. Well...... Drektar, if I'm not mistaken, seems to be the name? An orc shaman, right? He is now the chief of the Frostwolf Clan. Alsace said.

"That's right, Drektar ......" Orgrim nodded, agreeing with Arthas's claim - Drektar was Durotan's right-hand man, but he was not well-known among the orcs, and since the human imp had mentioned his name, it meant that they had actually met......

Seeing the worry in Orgrim's eyes, Arthas replied with a smile, "I don't think you need to worry about their whereabouts at this time. My father made the benevolent decision to believe that these orcs were not involved in the invasion of Stormwind, and exiled them to a distant land—a distant land that would not have much to do with the human kingdom. ”

"Snort...... Hypocrisy! Orgrim pursed his lips disdainfully.

"Hypocrisy?" Arthas wasn't displeased by the orc's insulting words, but was a little puzzled, "I think my father's decision has been very lenient, we didn't kill the orcs of the frostwolf clan, we didn't even imprison them or use them as coolies. Are you still not satisfied? ”

"That's right, because that's just what you humans think. As you know, Drektar and his Frostwolf Clan have not been involved in the encroachment on your territory; I don't know if they harassed your life before you found them, but I don't think so, with Durotan and Drektar's personalities, they would only find a hidden place to live in seclusion with their people. Orgrim said analytically.

"You're right." Arthas nodded in acknowledgement - for whatever reason, it is true that Drektar and his people have never appeared in the human eye; If it weren't for Frostmourn's Frost Grief running too far into the Alterac Valley, he wouldn't have discovered the hermitage orcs - of course, they might have starved to death before the humans found out.

"That's why I say you're hypocritical! Humans are such hypocritical creatures! Orgrim said disdainfully, "Since Drektar and they didn't trespass on your territory, what crime did they commit and they were exiled?" Don't orcs even have the right to live on the same land as humans? ”

Listening to Orgrim's words, Arthas was silent—he had to admit that the orc was right—Drektar and his people were really not at fault, they were wrong...... They were born orcs, the same appearance as Orgrim, who once slaughtered humans in Stormwind, Elwyn Forest, and the Wild West.

"What? Nothing more? Little ghost, I think your father is a good man among humans, otherwise he wouldn't have had his turn to condemn Drektar and them; I don't know why it didn't come and talk to me in person, but trying to convince me and my people to give up the war with a little kid with no hair on the bottom is simply impossible, so you might as well ask me a few questions you want to know, and then get back in! Orgrim taunted Arthas, and for some reason, the look on the human imp's face made Orgrim feel annoying.

While Arthas and Orgrim had this conversation, Frost Sorrow had been putting her arms folded on Arthas's young shoulders, and using her smooth forehead to push her master's head, going back and forth and having fun; Hearing Orgrim's last words, Frost Grief couldn't sit still for a moment, she stood up suddenly, with an expression of disbelief and horror on her face, and pointed at Orgrim, but her eyes were fixed on Arthas, and she shouted, "Master, how does this orc know that the hair under you hasn't grown yet?" ”

Although he didn't understand most of the conversation between Arthas and Orgrim, De Jong understood Ogrim's insulting remarks about Arthas; He was hesitating to teach this unknown orc a lesson to save face for His Majesty King Terenus, when he suddenly heard the exclamation of the beautiful lady who had come to the dungeon with His Royal Highness Prince Arthas.

Everyone present—even Orgrim as an orc—was stunned; After a dozen seconds of silence, De Jong and his guards finally couldn't help themselves and burst into laughter that spread through the closed dungeon, despite their deliberate suppression.

"I'm ......" Arthas's face flushed - he had been saying that the Red Dragon Queen was an idiot for the past few days, and now he realized that the little magic sword that had been glued to him didn't seem to be very useful!

"Sit down, Xiaoshuang, don't interfere!" Arthas pretended not to hear the "eat" laughter of De Jong and his guards, and while drinking the sorrow of Frost to be honest, he was glad that it was not in Lordaeron's palace, and that it was not the royal guards of Lordaeron who accompanied him—otherwise, would he still be happily the prince of Lordaeron?

Frost Sorrow sat back in his seat sullenly, feeling very aggrieved in his heart - what was the master like below, obviously only Xiao Shuang himself had seen it, how did this hateful stinky orc know? Why doesn't the owner let himself ask clearly?

"Ahem...... Arthas coughed dryly twice, then said to Orgrim in a serious manner, "Actually, you are mistaken, I have no intention of getting you and your people to give up the war. In fact, the war did not end. Because of your present situation, it doesn't matter if you let you know, the armies of humans and dwarves are about to join forces, and then they will attack your camp in the Gulf of Palatine; After that, our army will continue to move south, destroying all remaining orcs; Maybe on the battlefield, we'll allow you to surrender – and maybe not, but after the war is over, I don't think the Alliance will be divided on what remains of the orcs – the orcs must die – because you have the blood of humans and other races on your hands. ”

"Palatine Bay? Funny......" Orgrim's mouth turned into a weird smile - which made Arthas wonder - this guy had become a prisoner in a cage, and after the war, as the great chief of the orcs, eighty percent of them would be sent to the gallows after a parade in the streets, didn't he understand his situation? How can you still laugh?

"I don't think you'll be able to make any gains in Palatine Bay." Orgrim shook his head—he didn't know that Frostmourn had built a wider and stronger path of frost over the Narrow Sea than the orc armies had previously passed, so he had mistaken the timing of the human and dwarven armies to attack Palatine Bay - "By the time you get there, Gul'dan will have fled with the rest of the orcs, and you will never be able to capture him, impossible; If you really know the orcs as well as you think you do, you must know what I'm talking about. ”

"Gul'dan?" Arthas frowned—of course he knew who Gul'dan was, or rather, of course Neozu knew who Gul'dan was.

Naozu is the most powerful and revered shaman among the orcs, and what is the scope of this reverence?

Hippie! 6. 6. 6. 6.

"What's going on with the Frostwolf Clan? How do you know about them? This is the question that Ogrim is most interested in; His old friend, Durotan, the chief of the Frostwolf Clan, came with his wife and children to inform him of Gul'dan's plots, and then died on his way home; Because of his hurry, he didn't even ask Durontan where his people were—even the orcs didn't know where the Frostwolf Clan was now, and this human imp would know?

"Frostwolf Clan...... I've seen them, to be exact, they fought with us and became our prisoners. Well...... Drektar, if I'm not mistaken, seems to be the name? An orc shaman, right? He is now the chief of the Frostwolf Clan. Alsace said.

"That's right, Drektar ......" Orgrim nodded, agreeing with Arthas's claim - Drektar was Durotan's right-hand man, but he was not well-known among the orcs, and since the human imp had mentioned his name, it meant that they had actually met......

Seeing the worry in Orgrim's eyes, Arthas replied with a smile, "I don't think you need to worry about their whereabouts at this time. My father made the benevolent decision to believe that these orcs were not involved in the invasion of Stormwind, and exiled them to a distant land—a distant land that would not have much to do with the human kingdom. ”

"Snort...... Hypocrisy! Orgrim pursed his lips disdainfully.

"Hypocrisy?" Arthas wasn't displeased by the orc's insulting words, but was a little puzzled, "I think my father's decision has been very lenient, we didn't kill the orcs of the frostwolf clan, we didn't even imprison them or use them as coolies. Are you still not satisfied? ”

"That's right, because that's just what you humans think. As you know, Drektar and his Frostwolf Clan have not been involved in the encroachment on your territory; I don't know if they harassed your life before you found them, but I don't think so, with Durotan and Drektar's personalities, they would only find a hidden place to live in seclusion with their people. Orgrim said analytically.

"You're right." Arthas nodded in acknowledgement - for whatever reason, it is true that Drektar and his people have never appeared in the human eye; If it weren't for Frostmourn's Frost Grief running too far into the Alterac Valley, he wouldn't have discovered the hermitage orcs - of course, they might have starved to death before the humans found out.

"That's why I say you're hypocritical! Humans are such hypocritical creatures! Orgrim said disdainfully, "Since Drektar and they didn't trespass on your territory, what crime did they commit and they were exiled?" Don't orcs even have the right to live on the same land as humans? ”

Listening to Orgrim's words, Arthas was silent—he had to admit that the orc was right—Drektar and his people were really not at fault, they were wrong...... They were born orcs, the same appearance as Orgrim, who once slaughtered humans in Stormwind, Elwyn Forest, and the Wild West.

"What? Nothing more? Little ghost, I think your father is a good man among humans, otherwise he wouldn't have had his turn to condemn Drektar and them; I don't know why it didn't come and talk to me in person, but trying to convince me and my people to give up the war with a little kid with no hair on the bottom is simply impossible, so you might as well ask me a few questions you want to know, and then get back in! Orgrim taunted Arthas, and for some reason, the look on the human imp's face made Orgrim feel annoying.

While Arthas and Orgrim had this conversation, Frost Sorrow had been putting her arms folded on Arthas's young shoulders, and using her smooth forehead to push her master's head, going back and forth and having fun; Hearing Orgrim's last words, Frost Grief couldn't sit still for a moment, she stood up suddenly, with an expression of disbelief and horror on her face, and pointed at Orgrim, but her eyes were fixed on Arthas, and she shouted, "Master, how does this orc know that the hair under you hasn't grown yet?" ”

Although he didn't understand most of the conversation between Arthas and Orgrim, De Jong understood Ogrim's insulting remarks about Arthas; He was hesitating to teach this unknown orc a lesson to save face for His Majesty King Terenus, when he suddenly heard the exclamation of the beautiful lady who had come to the dungeon with His Royal Highness Prince Arthas.

Everyone present—even Orgrim as an orc—was stunned; After a dozen seconds of silence, De Jong and his guards finally couldn't help themselves and burst into laughter that spread through the closed dungeon, despite their deliberate suppression.

"I'm ......" Arthas's face flushed - he had been saying that the Red Dragon Queen was an idiot for the past few days, and now he realized that the little magic sword that had been glued to him didn't seem to be very useful!

"Sit down, Xiaoshuang, don't interfere!" Arthas pretended not to hear the "eat" laughter of De Jong and his guards, and while drinking the sorrow of Frost to be honest, he was glad that it was not in Lordaeron's palace, and that it was not the royal guards of Lordaeron who accompanied him—otherwise, would he still be happily the prince of Lordaeron?

Frost Sorrow sat back in his seat sullenly, feeling very aggrieved in his heart - what was the master like below, obviously only Xiao Shuang himself had seen it, how did this hateful stinky orc know? Why doesn't the owner let himself ask clearly?

"Ahem...... Arthas coughed dryly twice, then said to Orgrim in a serious manner, "Actually, you are mistaken, I have no intention of getting you and your people to give up the war. In fact, the war did not end. Because of your present situation, it doesn't matter if you let you know, the armies of humans and dwarves are about to join forces, and then they will attack your camp in the Gulf of Palatine; After that, our army will continue to move south, destroying all remaining orcs; Maybe on the battlefield, we'll allow you to surrender – and maybe not, but after the war is over, I don't think the Alliance will be divided on what remains of the orcs – the orcs must die – because you have the blood of humans and other races on your hands. ”

"Palatine Bay? Funny......" Orgrim's mouth turned into a weird smile - which made Arthas wonder - this guy had become a prisoner in a cage, and after the war, as the great chief of the orcs, eighty percent of them would be sent to the gallows after a parade in the streets, didn't he understand his situation? How can you still laugh?

"I don't think you'll be able to make any gains in Palatine Bay." Orgrim shook his head—he didn't know that Frostmourn had built a wider and stronger path of frost over the Narrow Sea than the orc armies had previously passed, so he had mistaken the timing of the human and dwarven armies to attack Palatine Bay - "By the time you get there, Gul'dan will have fled with the rest of the orcs, and you will never be able to capture him, impossible; If you really know the orcs as well as you think you do, you must know what I'm talking about. ”

"Gul'dan?" Arthas frowned—of course he knew who Gul'dan was, or rather, of course Neozu knew who Gul'dan was.

Naozu is the most powerful and revered shaman among the orcs, and what is the scope of this reverence?