Wryon is following his teacher, Anduin Lothar, and leading the Iron Horse Brotherhood forward. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Not long ago, the Iron Horse Brotherhood, the Knights of the Silver Hand, and the Royal Guard of Lordaeron had just met; Despite the huge losses suffered by all three, the soldiers were highly motivated.

"Phew~hey~!" Ureon was one of the most excited, and as if he were running tirelessly, he made a sound of drive—of course Urion had not grazed or raised poultry or livestock, but in his imagination the sound of the swineherd driving the herd should have been like this—he was now the swineherd, and the orcs in front of him were the pigs.

I thought I could just go to the beach that Mr. Lothar said, but Urian suddenly noticed that the orcs running in front of him suddenly separated, revealing a small group of completely different orcs.

Wryon slowed his pace, he had just realized that he had broken away from the group and gone deep into the orcs alone because he was so excited.

But Urian didn't stop out of fear, he only learned caution from his teacher, Anduin Lothar, during the battle.

Upon closer inspection, Urian noticed that the handful of orcs in front of him were completely different from the others—they were armed and looked murderous; In particular, the two orcs in the lead were particularly powerful, the kind of momentum that Urian had only seen when his teacher Anduin Lothar was serious.

"Wrynn, what's going on?" Anduin Lothar rushed up, observing the small group of orcs that had suddenly appeared, and asked his disciple.

"Mr. Lothar, there seems to be something different about this group of orcs, they seem to want to stop us in our tracks." As ridiculous as it may sound, Wrynn's instincts led him to make such a judgment.

Block? Just rely on these orcs? Anduin Lothar was amused at first glance, but the warrior's aura from the other party's body made him agree with his disciple's judgment.

The Iron Horse Brotherhood arrived, led by Wendthor and Marcus, gathered behind Anduin Lothar; This group of warriors from Stormwind now has the most physical strength of any human army, and they are almost tireless in their troll blood.

Anduin Lothar glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye, the Knights of the Silver Hand and the Royal Guard of Lordaeron had not yet caught up; Anduin Lothar thought about it and decided to leave the orcs alone, perhaps the appearance of the orcs was a herald of the beginning of a sporadic counterattack by the orcs, and he decided to use this opportunity to gather his army so as not to suffer unnecessary losses.

"It's a rare opportunity to practice my hands, I thought I would meet a hairy boy; Now it seems that my worries are unwarranted. I know you, human, that you have forced our armies into the swamp, and you are strong, and I am honored to have the opportunity to fight you. "Just as Anduin Lothar gathered his army and waited for the Knights of the Silver Hand and the Royal Guard of Lordaeron to come closer, the leader of the small group of orcs suddenly spoke.

"You...... Do you speak the lingua franca? Even a strong-hearted man like Anduin Lothar was taken aback by the orc's sudden opening.

"That's right, human. I am the Great Chief of the Orcs, Orgrim Hammer of Doom. The one next to me is Blox Sarufar, the former first warrior of the orcs; He doesn't speak lingua franca, but I think you can tell from his gaze that he can't wait to fight you. Ogrim said with a smile.

"Foxy?" Anduin Lothar blurted out, and at the same time he clenched the two-handed greatsword "Quelzaram" in his hand, not only because of the orc's identity, but also because of the ......

"Interesting...... Human, you know me? Ogrim didn't expect his nickname to even reach humans, which made him a little proud - presumably these humans had enough of the suffering of "Cunning Fox", a name that would surely be remembered by them for generations.

"I'm ...... Galona's I've seen Garona, and she's talked about you somehow much. Anduin Lothar wanted to say that he and Galona were friends, but after a moment's hesitation, he changed his words.

Orgrim "Fox" Doomhammer - If Anduin Lothar's reasoning is correct, this guy sent Garona to go undercover with the fallen guardian Medivan. In the end, he also coerced Garona to kill his friend and monarch Ryan Ureon, and he was the enemy he wanted to kill in his dreams many times.

"Ho, Garona......" Orgrim stuck out his tongue and licked his somewhat dry lips, remembering the half-breed orc and draenei chick.

"Well, human, I think we've talked a lot about me, why don't you introduce yourself? As far as I know, you humans will at least tell your opponent the name before you go it alone. Ogrim left Garona, who had already run away, and smiled at Anduin Lothar - tonight, Orgrim laughed a lot - if he didn't laugh now, he probably wouldn't have a chance in the future.

"Anduin Lothar, Marshal of Stormwind." Anduin Lothar slowly raised the blade of his two-handed sword and pointed it at Orgrim, "The King of Stormwind, Ryan, who you designed to assassinate, is the monarch I have sworn allegiance to. Remember my name, orc, and I will take your head with my own hands. ”

Anduin Lothar knew that he should continue to chase those orcs at this time, but knowing the identity of the orc in front of him, he really couldn't let go of the hatred in his heart - in addition to being the commander of the alliance army, he was also a warrior, a vassal of the final monarch, and he must avenge Ryan with his own hands.

"Very well, human, I'm looking forward to this happening. But before that, Brooks wants to fight you first. Orgrim gestured to Brooks Sarufar, who took a few steps forward, raised his battle axe to his chest, and then lowered it again, repeating it three times—an ancient ritual that orcs would perform before a duel, in this person's mind, of course...... Oh no, there are very few orcs who still insist on doing this in the era when the beast heart is not ancient.

"I accept your challenge, orc." Anduin Lothar nodded, raised his two-handed greatsword to his chest, and gently knocked his forehead with the blade of his sword, completing the ritual that human warriors would perform before a duel.

All the members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood, including Wrynn, took a few steps back—the new battle in which the protagonists belonged to Lothar and the orc—though there was no pact of life and death, no witnesses, no rituals of battle, not even white gloves; But it will be a battle of revenge, a battle for the dead, the beginning of a counterattack by the orcs, or the blood feud of the human race, everyone will wait and see.