It's been nearly half a month since the orcs arrived in the Arathi Highlands, and the early Moon Shadow's efforts to destroy the bridge and seal off access to the Hillsbrad Hills have gradually lost their effectiveness. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info orcs are not stupid either, after trying to get through the land route they began to cut down trees to make ships ready to leave their first stop on Azeroth by water. Fortunately, the containment in the early stage of Moon Shadow was also very beneficial, and the people were able to evacuate the troops, and the troops were also in place during this time.

The whole of Arathi was besieged. The warships of the humans and Kadore have already sailed into the town of Nanhai, and the land troops have already been stationed, just waiting for the moment of battle. The air power: the dwarven griffin cavalry, the troll batriders, and the horned eagle knights of Kadore patrol from time to time, making the bipedal dragoons brought by the orcs from their homeland no match for them; What's more, a large number of air warships in Kadore also reached this area with a roar.

"Report to the chief, a large number of soldiers of this world have surrounded us; ・・・Our scout troops have no way to penetrate the enemy's defense line to search for information... ”

In the orc tent, a scout-like, green-skinned orc in leather armor was reporting to an orc with a black beard and an obsidian sledgehammer, his voice a little timid. The orc with the obsidian sledgehammer on his back is the black hand of the Blackstone Tribe, the great chief of the orcs who was supported by Gul'dan and the Shadow Council, and the right and left hand of Gul'dan.

"Rubbish..." Hearing this, the black hand was obviously not happy, and roared angrily and kicked the scout out out of the tent. After venting, the black hand sat back on his animal skin chair, and asked the two remaining orcs in the tent with a grim cold light in his eyes. "Tell me, what is your suggestion for coming together?"

The two orcs in the tent looked at each other, both of them tall and burly, one of them wearing a moon-white wolf skin, and the other carrying a sledgehammer. They were naturally Durotan, the chief of the Frostwolf Clan, and Orgrim of the Blackstone Clan, and after the last time Moon Shadow looked at each other, Durotan was silent for a moment, seeing Durotan bow his head and thinking about it, he didn't mean to speak. Orgrim hesitated slightly before speaking, "With all due respect, Your Excellency the Great Chief, the orcs have come here to survive, not perish... Before Orgrim could finish speaking, he paused when he saw Durotan next to him winking at him.

"What should I do? Orgrim. Don't be inhibited, say what you suggest, the clan thinks you're a good commander, and I've always thought so. As he spoke, the black hand stared at Orgrim with two eyes like a falcon, and his scarred face looked very gloomy. However, this did not deter him, and Orgrim looked at the expression of the Black Hand and hesitated to say what he thought, although the Black Hand was a puppet of the Shadow Council; But he is also a traditional orc, and perhaps he is willing to listen to his own opinion for the sake of the orcs. Orgrim turned his head slightly, looking at Durontan for his support, but Durontan shook his head slightly, apparently signaling him not to say what was going on.

Durotan shook his head slightly, he knew that the other party was for his own good. But Orgrim decided to fight again, for the survival of the orcs! Adjusting his mind slightly, Orgrim looked at the black hand and began to speak, his eyes were very calm and fearless.

"I think you have also seen the strength of this world, if we fight directly, although the orcs are not afraid of war, the possibility of our victory is very small;" Saying this, Orgrim paused, looking at the black hand and not making an overly aggressive expression. He originally thought that the black hand would definitely interrupt when he heard this first sentence, but he thought about it a little. "It's not weak, we negotiate with the other party once, we are not powerless to fight back; I don't think they want to fight a senseless war either. We can peacefully fight for a land for our people to survive in this vast world. Orgrim didn't pause any longer to finish speaking, then carefully watched the black hand's expression and waited for his decision.

"Oh? The other side has a lot of advantages in terms of strength and terrain, and how can you be sure that they will be willing to negotiate with us? The Black Hand looked at Orgrim's tone and didn't seem to be abnormal, as if he really wanted to follow Ogrim's advice.

The Black Hand's words gave Ogrim confidence, and Ogrim was overjoyed: "I have been in contact with a senior member of the other side, and he has promised us that he will give us a space to survive if we are willing to negotiate peacefully. However, he was so excited that he didn't see that Durotan was already dead at this time, and he sighed.

"Hmph..." At this moment, the black hand suddenly stood up from the chair, snorted coldly, and his hideous face had a fierce light. He looked at Durota and Orgrim and yelled, "You cowards, the blood of war runs in the veins of orcs. For the orcs, there is only conquest, there is no peace, collusion with the enemy to disturb the morale of the army, you have committed serious treason. From now on, in the name of the Great Chief of the Horde, I declare that Orgrim and the Frostwolf Clan will be banished. Never go back to the tribe..."

With the roar of the Black Hand, more than a dozen guards rushed in from outside the tent and surrounded Durotan and Orgrim. Looking at this scene, Orgrim had completely understood, and it seemed that the black hand had been prepared. No wonder Durotan kept glaring at him, for he had already seen the conspiracy. Orgrim's high prestige among the tribe, coupled with the disappearance of the most warlord, Gul'dan, seriously threatens the status of the Black Hand Chieftain; How could the black hand let him go.

If it weren't for the fact that the two of them had enough prestige in the tribe to make the Black Hand jealous, they would certainly face not banishment but execution.

"You're going to bring the tribe to a desperate situation..." Ogrim didn't resist, his face was full of ashes, and his heart was indescribably lost; Not for themselves, but for the fate of the entire tribe.

"That's not what you coward need to worry about, get them out." The Black Hand said as he gave orders to the guards.

"Black Hand, you are not fit to be a true chief; You're just an arrogant reckless man, and you'll regret it. Your arrogance and stupidity will bury you then. Durotan snorted coldly at the black hand, and left the camp without waiting for the guards to drive him away. Orgrim snorted coldly, slammed away from the guards and walked out of the tent on his own.

"Keep an eye on them, and let them get out of camp before sunset." The black hand commanded the guards, and the eyes flashed coldly, and he smiled coldly: "It's not good to destroy you here, wait until you get out of the camp; It will be your end. ”

Out of the camp, Durotan let out a long sigh and shook his head slightly: "That's fine, at least we don't have to watch the tribe go to destruction." Durotan's voice was low and a little lonely.

"Are you really willing to watch the black hand come like this?" Orgrim's voice was angry and extremely dry, and his brown eyes were fixed on Durontan's eyes.

"So what else?" Durotan asked rhetorically, looking into Orgrim's eyes as well. "The Black Hand is the Great Chief, and he has the absolute right to speak. And now that we've been named sinners of the tribe, do you have any other way? ”

"It's all my fault! I thought that the Black Hand was still the same orc with a noble soul. If I had known, I would have followed your advice to get rid of the black hand and get the command. Orgrim's eyes were cloudy with deep remorse. After the last time he saw the strength of the Moon Shadow, Durotan suggested to Orgrim that he replace the Black Hand as the High Chief. Orgrim, however, was hesitant to seize power; Coupled with the fact that he himself belonged to the Blackstone Clan, the influence that the Black Hand had on him before was not bad. The combination of annoying causes has led to today's results.

"This has come to this, and it is useless to blame yourself." Durotan shook his head slightly, and then said slowly: "It was Gul'dan and the power of the demons that destroyed all the orcs!" Isn't it strange? Before the appearance of demons, although we had many wars, we were able to control them, and there were no major conflicts. And after Gul'dan instigated everyone to drink the blood of demons, the orcs lost their reason. Your brown skin has turned green, but the land that nurtured us has died and turned brown scorched earth. ”

Orgrim clenched his fists, a red glow in his eyes. He had drunk the demon's blood himself, and he knew the effects of that power. At this time, he couldn't help but admire this old friend a little, he was stunned under pressure how wise it was not to let the Frostwolf Clan drink the blood of the demons.

"Let's go, let's get out of here before we make plans; We may be able to try to negotiate with the strong man from last time and save our innocent people. Durotan shook his head and began to walk briskly towards the area where the Frostwolf Clan was stationed. It has been ostracized because only the Frostwolf Clan has not drunk the blood of demons, and today's changes have added fuel to the fire; He had to get the Frostwolf Clan out of here quickly to prevent anything else from happening.

Orgrim nodded, and Durotan cleaned up quickly. Half an hour later, the Frostwolf Clan began to camp with a simple salute. As many orcs left the camp quickly as Orgrim watched, Durotan guessed that the Black Hand might have attacked them after they left; So it's all about speed.

By the time it was dark, they were far away from the orc position. Just as Durotan thought, shortly after leaving, the Scout told him that he had spotted his pursuers behind him, and that Durotan and Orgrimmar continued with the Frostwolf Clan in the night; In the hope that you can get rid of the tracking. But this afflicted his wife, who was about to give birth, though her wife persisted without complaint; But half a day later, something happened that made them have to stop, his wife was forced to give birth due to a broken amniotic water.

Durotan's wife bore him a son, much to the delight of everyone. However, this delay suddenly increased their risk factor several times, the pursuers were approaching, and because of the premature birth, the baby was very fragile and could die at any time; Durotan wasn't sure he would survive the bumps that followed.

"May the souls of my ancestors bless my children..."

His wife, who had just given birth, was still asleep, holding her son Durotan and praying to the spirits of her ancestors, even though he was exhausted.

"It seems that my expectations of you are too high, and you have not been given the bargaining chips to negotiate with me..."

A burst of Spirited Durotan hair stood on end, and a faint voice came from behind. But no one seemed to notice, and when he turned around, he saw a white figure a foot behind him. (To be continued.) )