Grievances?

The Warsong Clan quickly wiped out the other orcs in the camp of orcs, and until now, the corpses of those orcs were still lying haphazardly in the camp, and the bright red blood stained the grass in the camp into reddish-brown mud.

"Grom, do you really think Gul'dan is right? When the group of humans came to the camp and saw that so many orcs were dead, wouldn't they wonder who killed them? Zuhd felt that Gul'dan's nonsense last night was simply untenable.

"Of course they're going to be confused, and I don't think the leader of the group of humans would believe that all the orcs died here." Grom slung the "blood roar" on his shoulders and said nonchalantly.

"Then you still ......" Zuhd did not understand why Grom slaughtered these people when he knew that Gul'dan was making up lies.

"Because I don't care at all, and I don't want them to follow me." Grom's blood-red eyes were full of mania, "With these guys following, even if they go to the new continent, they will only become warriors who hinder our Warsong Clan." So, instead of waiting until then, let's do it right now. As for you, Zuherd, and your Dragonmaw Clan, and those two Blackhan cubs, I hope you can restrain them. If you're a drag on our Warsong clan like these orcs, I don't mind repeating what just happened. ”

This...... What is this? There was a look of disbelief in Gul'dan in his eyes - what Grom was saying...... It's as if he slaughtered these orcs just on a whim?

"All right, Zuherd. I don't have time to be here with you to mourn this group of waste, and I'm going to go to Gul'dan now and ask him when the goblin ships will be able to get here. Grom left with his "blood roar" on his shoulder, and Zuhd watched as an orc corpse stood in front of Grom, who then unceremoniously stepped into the wet muddy lawn.

This is the tribe now? - A sad feeling arose in Zuhd's heart—how far could such a tribe, ruled by the murderous Grom and the ulterior motives of Gul'dan, advance on that strange road?

Fadil Bay in the morning, the horses are boiling.

The sandy beach, which is not wide, is full of busy human soldiers; They are dressed in different attires and represent very different regions from which they come.

These human soldiers from the Elwyn Forest, the Wild West, the Hillsbrad Hills, Stratholme, and the Arathi Highlands are gathered here today as they are about to launch a final assault on the orc base camp across the Narrow Sea.

Almost all the soldiers knew that the war they had fought for years was about to be won; Although they were in different moods - the soldiers of Lordaeron were excited that they could keep the orcs out of their homeland, the soldiers of Stormwind were excited that they were able to embark on their journey home, and the soldiers of Riptide were honored that they were about to take on the task of taking on the main attack.

"It's a real spectacle, and maybe it won't happen again for decades." Arthas stood between a group of human nobles and high-ranking military generals, and sighed in a low voice.

Arthas knew that such a scene was truly unprecedented in the original flow of time; The alliance that defeated the orcs was the last action of the Human Alliance; After that, the Alliance split again, with Fort Riptide and Gilneth withdrawing from the Alliance, Stormwind busy rebuilding, Dalaran frequently destroyed, and Lordaeron ...... Reduced to ruins under himself and Frost Sorrow's hands.

"Honestly, Prince Arthas, I'd rather never see such a scene again." Anduin Lothar was fully armed, his golden marshal's plate armor glistening in the sun, and the blue ribbon on his chest was a symbol of his bravery and glory.

"Why, Teacher Lothar? Don't you think this scene is magnificent? Wryon was a little confused, he liked the scene of the army gathering now, just being in it made his blood boil.

"Remember, Wrynn, that for a monarch, the stability of the people is far more precious than his personal name of valor. I'd rather never put down my sword forever, if that could bring peace to the continent. Anduin Lothar said.

"It's getting late, Arthas, can you let her start?" King Terenus looked at the rising sun and said to his son.

"I see, father." Arthas nodded, greeted Frost Sorrow, and walked towards the beach in Fadil Bay. Countless eyes are fixed on this pair of figures of different heights, waiting for a miracle to appear—what a powerful force it is to be able to freeze the currents! It is a lucky thing to be able to see such a powerful spell in his lifetime, whether it is a soldier from a civilian background or a general from a noble family.

Arthas had slept peacefully in the arms of Frost Sorrow last night, only to wake up to find that all the preparations had been made.

Ricks' legion with Riptide has arrived at Fort Riptide and has rested for a while; The Orc High Chief has been escorted back to Riptide Castle, but no one has the time to interrogate it, just keep it in a dark dungeon, and keep it under strict guard.

The griffon messenger to Dalaran returned to Riptide Castle and reported to King Solas about the mages; Antonidas** discovered the portal from Dalaran to Dunhold Castle that Kel'thugad had privately built, shortening the distance from Dalaran to the Arathi Heights by almost half; A large number of Battlemages are gathering and will soon be able to support the frontal battlefield here.

The griffon messenger who had gone to meet the dwarven king Magni Copperbeard had also returned, bringing back letters from King Magni Copperbeard to the Coalition and his brother Muradin. The dwarven king had left Ironforge with his army and was hurrying towards the Gulf of Palatine; King Magni Copperbeard promised to wipe out all orcs he encountered along the way, saying that he would never let the orc army flee south; At the same time, he asked the humans and the High Elves on this side to act as soon as possible and strangle the remnants of the orcs in the wetland.

All the information points in the positive direction of the Alliance, and the top leaders of the Alliance in Fort Riptide are also particularly excited. Just after this morning, Arthas was awakened by the cry of frost sorrow; After a sweet and troublesome morning intimacy with the usual frost sorrow in the ravine of his chest, Arthas took the sleepy-eyed Red Dragon Queen and King Terenus and others to the bay of Fadil with Ricks' army.

Arthas came to the seashore, and a foul smell came to his face; Last night, tens of thousands of orcs were roasted by the Red Dragon Queen, although the Knights of the Silver Hand and the Iron Horse Brotherhood were stationed here to prevent counterattacks from the orc base camp on the other side of the narrow sea, but these warriors who fought fiercely all night did not have the experience to clean up the corpses of these orcs.

Although the corpses of these orcs had not decomposed in just one day, the foul stench was inevitable.

Arthas waved his hand in front of his nose to dispel the stench a little, and then said to Frost's sorrow, "Frost, get to work!" ”

"Hmm...... Master, what do you want Xiaoshuang to do? Frost Sorrow lifted up her cuffs with gusto, revealing her white lotus arms.

"Just like that time, in Quel'Thalas...... Xiaoshuang, if you freeze this sea area, it would be nice to be able to reach the continent opposite. Arthas gestured with his hand as he lowered his voice—he didn't want the High Elves to hear what he and Frostmourn had done to their sanctuary in the original stream of time.

"Good master!" Frostmourn kicked her little white boots and ran to the beach to crouch down, plunging one of her fingers into the water, not disgusted by the fact that it had been stained with orc corpses