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"Kilrog!"

Orgrim rose from his throne and shouted.

"Remember what you said today, troll."

Kilrog ignored Orgrim, and as he reached the tent door, he turned his head, and the orcs behind him scattered to the side, making way for Kilrog to see Zugin.

With that, Kilrog strode out of the tent, and a large crowd of orcs followed him in droves.

Malone felt that Kilrog was weak.

Of course, it was still handsome just now—Marlon was referring to Kilrog turning around, and then the orcs swiping out a passageway—and it looked as cool as a movie.

However, looking at the tent that looked a little empty after these orcs left, Marlon didn't know why he thought of such a sentence.

-- In my hometown, there has never been a time when two people have quarreled and then become more and more distant.

That's it!

- Malone shook his head and felt sorry; Although Kilrog dropped countless threatening words, why didn't this guy just fight with the rent?

Don't all orcs like to use force to solve problems?

And if it's Grom? Hell roars here, and that's definitely going to be a fight.

- Marlon thought, but now he was more and more worried about Tiffany.

"Let's go too, shall we?"

Marlon quietly to Tyrone? Bloodseeker said.

Tyrone? Bloodseeker glanced at Orgrim, who didn't seem to be worried about anything by Kilrog's actions.

"Zuluhid, you stay. Others can leave. ”

Orgrim commanded, his face still unfazed.

An orc, who looked even older than Kilrog, took a few steps closer to Orgrim's throne.

From Marlon's point of view, only the back of this orc with a disheveled braid and gray hair can be seen.

The man's exposed arms and the skin on the back of his neck were crumpled and looked much thinner - apparently he wasn't a warrior.

This guy was a shaman—Marlon told himself—and he knew who this orc was.

Zuluhid, the chief of the Dragonthroat Clan, induced by Deathwing to imprison the Red Dragon Guardian Dragon Alexstrasa, giving the Orcs an "air force".

I don't know where his plan has come - Malone thought to himself - and judging by Orgrim's appearance, the plan has at least begun.

But Marlon knew he couldn't stop it - all he wanted now was to protect Tiffany and get her out of the orc camp safely.

Alexstasa or something, Malone doesn't have the time to think about it now.

Even if he had, he didn't want to care about such a thing, because it would inevitably deal with the bronze guardian dragon Nozdorm, who was the guy Marlon feared the most right now.

"Let's go, McColmone. There's nothing to do with me here. ”

Tyrone? Bloodseeker said.

The two Death Knights left Orgrim's tent - maybe Marlon was only half.

There were many of them when they came, but there were only two of them when they left - Tarbek and Red? Blackham didn't know where it had gone.

"Hey!"

A shout came from behind him.

Marlon turned around, and he saw Caldara, the Fireblade Blade Master.

Although he was anxious to go back to see Tiffany, Malone still hesitated slightly.

Malone is very curious about this Caldara, and he has something he wants to ask this guy.

"I'm in a hurry to get back to that shed."

Malone ultimately chose Tiffany's safety, but he decided to make it clear to Caldara.

"Can I go along?"

Caldara asked.

"No, no, you don't have to worry, that human captive is yours, and I won't attack her again."

Noticing Malone's wary expression, Caldara replied.

"Okay then."

Malone nodded, and then in Tyrone? Bloodfiend was reminded to wrap his scarf, the piece of cloth that smelled of the dead.

Before walking through the camp of the Blackstone Clan, whether it was Tyrone? Neither Bloodseeker nor Caldara spoke.

Ma Long gradually couldn't stand this atmosphere, as well as the curiosity in his heart, he planned to be the first to speak.

"Why do you want to help us?"

Malone couldn't help but ask.

"I'm not helping you, I'm just stating the facts."

Caldara replied easily.

"That's not true. I don't believe you left because you thought you couldn't beat me. What exactly is your purpose? ”

Tyrone? The Blood Demon said coldly.

"You're right, but I'm right. I just don't want to clash with the Death Knight. ”

Caldara said as he walked.

"Then why do you say you surrendered? Doesn't that affect your reputation? ”

According to Ma Long's thoughts, orcs like the Fireblade Sword Saint must value glory more than life.

And admitting in public that he "surrendered" is obviously not a glorious thing.

"Maybe...... But it won't affect too much. ”

Caldara said unconcernedly.

"However, others will think that you are not as strong as Tyrone! Wouldn't they question the name of this 'Juggernaut'? ”

Malone asked curiously.

Marlon knows Tyrone? The Blood Fiend is powerful and knows the vital role he played in the first great battle between humans and orcs.

But no one else in the world of Azeroth now knows about it.

Tyrone? The Bloodseeker even hid his original name, Tarongor; He's just a nobody now.

Wouldn't surrendering to an unknown person without a fight dishonor the name of the Sword Master?

"Whatever they want. If they feel that my strength is overrated, and they want to achieve the honor of defeating a Fireblade Blade Blade Master by defeating me......"

Caldara stopped, faced Marlon and grinned, revealing two - not yellow, but white fangs, unlike the other orcs.

"They're welcome to give it a try."

Caldara said.

It's that sentence again! - Malone stopped.

The words that the Fireblade Sword Saint Caldara had just said were also said by the troll leader Zujin.

Malone felt his body tremble slightly—he couldn't imagine what an arrogant and arrogant soul was hidden in the body of the person who said this.

Like the troll Zukin, Caldara despised the other orcs - perhaps himself and Tyrone? Blood Fiend—Marlon thought.

But Malone understands that such contempt is built on great strength.

The Fireblade Blade Blade Saint had already threatened Draenor, and if the troll Zujin hadn't shown great strength, he would have been in the beginning, except for Orgrim? Anyone other than the Hammer of Doom will prevent the trolls from joining the orc horde.

The orcs only approved the strong - ogres and trolls - to join the tribe, but they had never heard of them inviting the gnolls and fishmen of the Elwyn Forest and the Wild West.