All this is indeed a conspiracy of Kel'thugad. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Through the memories of some of the newly captured orcs at Dunhold Castle, Kel'thugad discovers traces of Orgrim.

After that, Kel'thugad used a few magic tricks to quietly locate Orgrim - now the Great Chief had neither a shaman nor a warlock by his side, leaving him in the dark when confronted with the tricks of the spellcaster.

While Crassus was looking for evidence of his own research on spiritism, Kel'thugad decisively exposed Orgrim.

This is simply the bottom of the kettle.

Nearly a decade has passed since the Orc War, and while the hatred remains, the populace is rarely spoken of - and some paladins have even begun to call for no generalization of orcs.

But Orgrim's exposure sharpens the whole problem.

Because, for humanity, Orgrim has committed a lot of crimes and must be tried.

But for orcs, Orgrim is the Great Chief, the Great Hero.

Against this backdrop, no one cares about the accusations of an orc fugitive - even if he is the son of an orc named Durotan.

After all, Durotan was still a good friend of Orgrim's.

Even Fording has been implicated, and if he is tried again, maybe the old Verding will be sentenced directly.

Kul Tiras's navy was quickly dispatched, and the dense number of warships directly blocked the east coast of the Arathi Heights.

Lordaeron mobilized almost all of his hounds, and heavily armed soldiers carried them on a carpet search.

The magician Dalaran, who specializes in the prophecy school, has also begun to try to locate Orgrim, and although the prophecy he has received is vague, he is not afraid - we have enough men.

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Orgrim had a hard time.

It can even be said to be extremely sad - especially in recent times.

I don't know when, my tracks were exposed, and a large number of humans came to the neighborhood and began to chase and intercept him.

Years on the run calmed Orgrim but also gave him more time to think, and he finally cleared his mind and realized that he and his people were being played with by warlocks and demons.

He was tired of hiding in Tibet, and he longed to die in glory on the battlefield, armed with the hammer of destruction, fighting several times as many enemies, and falling in a pool of blood.

But Ogrim couldn't do that.

He is also the great chief of all orcs, who have not yet been freed from the curse of demons, and their obligations have not yet been fulfilled.

It may be very easy for an orc to end his life in battle, but it is the hardest thing to live with a heart of honor and because of responsibility - at least it proves that the orc has a brain......

Thinking of all the young orcs he knew, Orgrim sighed helplessly.

No one will be able to replace themselves.

The older ones may be able to, but they continue to cut the chains of hatred with humans, and the orcs still have to hide in Tibet.

"Wow!"

Dogs barked in the distance.

Orgrim sprang out from behind the mound of dirt and quickly slipped into the forest under the cover of the bushes, running to the southeast.

The wide soles of his feet made it impossible to leave too deep footprints in the sand even if he weighed more than twice as much, and Orgrim covered his tracks as he went.

The palms of the hands were covered with deer blood, and then the faint footprints were erased, and the wild deer in the Arathi Heights were everywhere, and in this case the dog behind could not chase too far.

He had already dismissed all the guards, and was now alone—and for those who did not want to leave, Orgrim stunned them one by one, and then had them carried away.

Anyway, the goal of human beings is themselves, so why bother the tribesmen? What's more, it's more convenient for a person after all.

"Not far ahead should be the territory of the trolls."

Thinking of those former allies, Orgrim was also a little helpless, the tribe was defeated, and the relationship between the trolls and orcs became sour.

"Forget it, let's not go to the trolls, the horde needs allies."

At this moment, Ogrim knew that if he found the trolls now, he would undoubtedly harm the trolls, and the humans who were chasing them would not let the trolls go - whether they helped him or not.

Thinking of this, Orgrim smiled self-deprecatingly - when did he learn to be so calculating? If it was in Draenor, even if he had figured everything out now, I am afraid that he would still wield the hammer of destruction and fight to the death with those humans.

Whatever! Orgrim changed direction and ran due east.

Although there is no future in sight, this orc warrior is still willing to wait.

As long as he could, Orgrim was willing to do his best for the sake of his people.

It was overcast, and a heavy rain rescued Orgrim - the rain had wiped out all traces of him, and all the trackers had temporarily withdrawn to camp.

But Orgrim knew that he would face the toughest test after the rain - when the muddy ground would be visible!

"If I really can't leave, I'm afraid I'll have to hand over the chief to Grom, but unfortunately, Grom is still a little impulsive, not at ease."

Removing his armor and quietly looking up at the sky, Orgrim let the icy rain wet his muscular body, opened his mouth, and a stream of blood-smelling rain flowed down his throat.

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In desperation, Old Fordin, Sal, and Itreg bid farewell to Crassus and returned to Kul Tiras.

Now that Dalaran is in danger for the orcs, the hatred between humans and orcs is brought up again, and the result is that they are now at a loss for what to do.

Although Crassus's shelter can help them, it is only shelter.

After returning to Kurtiras, Logosh offered to take Sal to Drektar.

"I want you to know how a true orc should live."

Rogush's words struck Thrall—he was accustomed to seeing his fellow creatures in the camps, but he didn't want to believe that this was what orcs looked like, even Taresa admitted that the orcs she had seen were like that.

After leaving a letter to Dalin, a small boat carrying Sal, Old Fordin, Itreig, and Logosh left Kurtiras and headed north to Northrend.

Their goal is the Howling Fjord, where Thrall will meet his relatives, his people, and-

"He will be a shaman." "Young but wise enough, strong and peaceful, I believe Thrall must be a true shaman—an orc shaman born in Azeroth." ”

On the small boat, Sal looked at the sea excitedly, and his mood was extremely excited. (To be continued.) )