(Hawkers, this one is a little watery...... All right! In fact, the author is reluctant to write a chapter about the brain-dead roar, and it is hastily over. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo）

"I've always believed that you'll be up to the task, Warrior!" Lazger walked in front of Hugh and said as he went, "And in fact, you did a good job...... Ha, I can imagine the desperation of those scum of natural disasters when you cut off their heads! ”

Hugh followed Razgar without saying a word, walking down the dimly lit hallway. The torches hanging on the wall illuminated the closed fortress, and the torches blessed with magic burned day and night, emitting a faint glow and heat, which also made the temperature inside the Warsong Fortress much higher than the icy ground outside. The firelight fell from the walls, and the figures of Hugh and Razger were reflected in the faint glow of the fire, pulling out long shadows......

"I'm sorry, Warrior." "Didn't make it to the Nassam Plains, didn't let you share in the glory of defeating the Scourge Legion," Razgar said. ”

"No, I don't care." Hugh replied, "I came back and found out that there were no 'old friends' there, and I think the guys were still hiding somewhere in this ice and snow world. ”

"You want to get those old friends out of their rat holes?" Razger asked.

"Hmmm! That's one of the reasons I came to Northrend, and if I can, before I can find my other colleagues. ”

"Knights of the Black Blade?"

"Yes, the Knights of the Black Blade that belong to our Death Knights."

"But, Belmont, you know." Razgar paused, turned to Hugh and said, "You are also a member of the tribe, whether you live or die, the tribe will be glorified for your bravery and disgraced for your fall. ”

"Remember, well, there's the operations conference room behind the door. Hellroar and Lord Sarufar are waiting for you, Blood Elves! ”

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"Is this what you call a plan?" King Sarufar angrily snarled at Garrosh, who was full of nonchalance, "Do you know what you're doing? Grosch! You are provoking a war. ”

"War, old fellow!" Garrosh roared unflinchingly, "We and the Alliance have never been at peace, and the war has never ended. What is wrong with using the lives of the weak of the alliance to defend the rule of the tribe? ”

"By defending the tribe, you are planning to start a war without permission?" Lord Sarufar pointed at Garrosh and said, "Attack the Alliance's garrisons, destroy their ports and cities, and start a world war while the Lich King and his Scourge are still eyeing each other?"

"There's nothing remarkable about the Lich King!" Garrosh said, "Now that the Scourge has failed, the war on the Naxam Plains is proof that the Horde's edge is unstoppable, and the Horde will eventually conquer all of Azeroth. ”

"Enough! Garrosh! King Sarufar roared, "Your temper is exactly the same as that of your father. Always so grumpy...... Both irascible and reckless. You're all about war and killing, and you don't think about the consequences...... You are destroying the Horde. ”

"Don't talk to me about the consequences, old fellow." Garrosh said, "Your cowardly mind is outdated! ”

"Garrosh, your father and I have drunk demonic blood. The curse of Manolos is also in my blood. I've been through the battlefield too, those cursed years......" King Sarufar gasped, "Grom paid with his life to free us all from the curse, but I still remember those terrible years...... It is even more impossible to erase the terrible crimes committed by our race. ”

"In the first harsh winter after the release of the curse, countless orc warriors lost their way in despair, and I was no exception. Eventually, reason came back to us, and we were finally able to reflect on the reckless choices we had made under the impetus of the Burning Legion. And now, you think exactly the same way that we were tortured by the curse, and you are repeating the mistakes of the past. ”

"Shut up, old fellow! Everything I do is for the tribe! ”

"No, you're just for your vanity and your desires."

......

"Ahem!" Just as the quarrel between the two grew louder, a cough sounded, interrupting the quarrel between Garrosh and King Sarufar.

"Who are you? Blood Elves. Garrosh looked at the uninvited guest in the conference room, a blood elf in full body armor, with silver hair flowing down his long hair and an inexplicable glow flowing from his cold blue pupils. For some reason, in the face of these eyes, Garrosh felt an inexplicable discomfort, and couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust. "Who allowed you in?"

"Hugh, Hugh Belmont, that's my name." The Blood Elf said, "Overseer Razgar sent me here, saying that the Governor of this fortress wanted to see me. ”

"I told Razgar to bring this warrior here." Lord Sarufar spoke, "Welcome, Warrior of the Horde, you deserve a commendation for your outstanding performance in resolving the Warsong Farm. ”

"This is what I should do!"

"Warsong Farm?" Garrosh was stunned for a moment, and then reflected that he had indeed asked Razgar to recruit some adventurers to investigate the Warsong Farm where contact had been lost. However, it wasn't long before he received news that Warsong Farm had fallen, and with the fighting on the plains of Nassame, Garrosh had long since forgotten about it.

"As I expected, you've returned victorious! Blood Elf! Garrosh snorted deliberately loudly, "I told Sarufar that you can definitely deal with the rats that come running, in fact, I'm right, am I?" ”

"Yes, High Overseer!" Hugh replied with his head held high.

"Good, good, you deserve a reward for warriors loyal to the tribe." Garrosh said, "It just so happens that Warden Nock Bloodfury has some prisoners of war to deal with, so go report to him!" ”

"Garrosh!" Sarufar shouted, "What are you talking about? ”

"It's an order, do your bidding, soldier!" Garrosh said without hesitation.

"I refuse!" Hugh replied.

"Good,...... What did you say? Garrosh roared with a gloomy face.

"I said I no." Hugh replied, "I am not your soldier, Overseer. In fact, I belong to the Knights of the Black Blade......"

"You dare to refuse to order soldiers!" Garrosh stepped forward and glared at Hugh. "You know what you're talking about?"

"I understand, Lord Overseer!" Hugh looked at Garrosh without showing any weakness and said, "I've been separated from the Order for too long, and I think I should go find my legion now instead of dealing with some captives or prisoners...... I don't want to get involved in the conflict between you and the Alliance. ”

“...... You, blood elf......" Garrosh's face was full of anger, and the blood elf in front of him dared to speak to him in such a tone. He was going to teach the Blood Elf a lesson, and let him know who was the boss of the fortress. However, Garrosh's anger cooled down as if he had been doused with a basin of cold water when he saw the cold blue eyes of the Blood Elves.

Death......

"Get out!" Garrosh roared, hiding his fear with the loudest roar, though Garrosh would never admit it. "Get out of this fortress, blood elves, and get back to your fellow monsters, you're not welcome in Warsong Fortress!"

Hugh gave Garrosh a deep look, then bowed respectfully to Lord Sarufar, who had no idea what to do, before turning and leaving the room.

Hugh was worried that if he stayed any longer, he would not be able to resist the murderous intent of Garrosh......