For a glorious warrior like Grom Hellroar, you can't go with him, because he is willing to give his life for the faith and glory he holds on, and will never compromise.

Boss Hu immediately shook his head, "You misunderstood again, I didn't let you become my slaves, my request is just to let you be loyal to me like a tribe, you will be treated absolutely equally, and get the dignity and status that a glorious warrior deserves." ”

As he spoke, Boss Hu also looked directly at Grom, ready to take a strong medicine.

"Besides, don't you want to take revenge, you know exactly how the tribe fell, and where does Guldan's evil power come from, who is the master he is loyal to, have you thought about it carefully?"

Grom's expression was visibly shaken when he heard this.

Although Gul'dan did not tell the tribe how he obtained the power of evil and the blood of demons, any orc with a bit of thought would have some speculation about it.

"The deceitr Kil'Gardan wants to make the orcs fall and become a new member of the Burning Legion, and he also uses the tribe as vanguard cannon fodder, so that you can come to the world of Azeroth in advance to explore the way, Gul'dan knows all this, but he does not hesitate to sacrifice the entire tribe for his own selfish desires, can you bear this?"

"So you're pedantic, you don't know how to be flexible, and you're back asleep, it's a hundred, but is this the behavior of a glorious warrior? I think it's a coward. ”

Grom immediately roared, wielding his tomahawk and slashing the stone bed in half with a bloody roar.

Naturally, he did not forget this blood debt of the tribe.

"Then swear that if you can do what you promised to Kargas, then the Warsong Clan is willing to be allegiance. ”

"Very reasonable request, I agreed. Boss Hu immediately nodded, made an oath, and two golden rays of light fell from the sky, condensing into an eye of truth on the arms of the two orcs.

"I, the Titan Sarodar of the Pantheon, hereby promise you in my name that I will treat every orc equally, that slavery and discrimination do not belong to orcs, and that I will lead you into an invincible legion to take the most violent revenge on the Burning Legion until the last demon is slain, or the last orc is defeated. ”

Grom nodded, and pulled out the blood roar stuck in the stone bed again, and the scarlet energy light immediately flowed on the blade of the battle axe, he was a blood-based death knight.

"Warsong Clan, at your service. Grom solemnly gave a chest-beating salute.

Seeing this, Boss Hu immediately laughed with satisfaction, and removed the shelf of the gods, for his own people, he has always used the mentality of a mortal to communicate with them.

He patted them on the shoulder and pulled them out of the basement.

"Hahaha, it's your own person in the future, your clan is on the way here now, it should be there soon, I'll strengthen your current body for you later, don't use Guldan's crude low-level magic soul spell to compare with me. ”

"Great Chief, did the Golons you brought from our tribe also under our command?"

Boss Hu looked sore when he heard this, "Stop, stop... Don't call me the Great Chief, just continue to call me Lord God... Yes, Goron is still under your command, but you may have been familiar with it for a while, and I have a lot of new weapons and equipment here that are completely different from what you used to use. ”

"The bravery of the orcs does not require the help of external forces. Grom shook his head.

"Really?" Hu Feng smiled a little strangely when he heard this. "When your clan arrives, I'll show you it, and you won't think so. ”

A few days later, Lothar returned with the orcs, all of whom were sent to the Golden Beach Docks region of the Western Wilderness.

"Grom! Kargas!"

At this moment, Ogrim's eyes were about to explode, and the two orc patriarchs who had already died in battle were constantly pointing around a steel golon at this moment, and from time to time they let out an exclamation.

Hearing someone call them, the two turned their heads, and then strode over with the same excited expressions.

"Orgrim, you're not dead!Hahahaha, great, I thought those hateful humans must have put you to death in public!"

Orgrim hugged the two fiercely, and suddenly realized something, and took a few steps back.

"You... You guys... How is this possible? Isn't Gul'dan dead, and there are other warlocks who know how to awaken the Death Knight?"

"No, it was the Titan Sarodar who woke us up, don't blame us, old friend, strictly speaking, we are no longer warriors of the Horde. Grom's expression was visibly confused.

Ogrim was silent for a while, and then spoke with difficulty, "So... You're not going to join me on the continent of Kalimdor to join Durotan?"

Kargas nodded, and then patted Orgrim on the shoulder, "Yes, but don't worry, the Titan God Venerable has promised us that he will not make a move against the tribe, so you and the Thunder King Clan can go to the Kalimdor Continent with peace of mind, go to meet Durotan, establish a new tribe, and strive to integrate into this world, this will be our new hometown from now on... It was only after I was awakened that I realized that the real enemies ... Far more powerful than everything we face now. ”

As he spoke, Kargas was a little gloomy, but soon he was full of fanatical fighting spirit again.

As a ruthless stubble who once killed a hundred gladiators in a row in the arena of the Hammer Castle, Kargas never lost his heart to fight because of the strength of his enemies.

"The real enemy?" said Orgrim, a little strange.

Grom nodded heavily, his expression full of hatred.

"That's right, the enemies ... The dark god Sargeras and his army of demons, who want to burn the universe ... It is they who use evil energy and demonic blood to degenerate noble tribal warriors into reckless and murderous beasts, so ... We're going to build an equally powerful legion for the Titan gods, defeat them, destroy them, and kill them all. ”

After a while, the three of them returned to the place where the orcs had assembled.

"Patriarch, hahahaha, you're not dead!"

"Ancestors bless, there is still hope for the tribe!"

The orcs of the Warsong Clan and the Broken Hand Clan immediately roared excitedly when they saw their patriarch, and the spirit that had been sluggish after the war was now full of fanaticism again.

The patriarch of the Mocking Skull Clan, the ogre Mogu, squinted his eyes thoughtfully when he saw the black-gray style steel armor of the two orc patriarchs, as well as the incomparably shocking steel Golon in the distance.

The Fireblade Clan is now ruled by the remnants of several high-ranking Sword Masters, who are pondering their fate in the future.

The orcs of the Thunder King Clan were equally happy, and they had been told that they were going to cross the Endless Sea to the strange continent of Kalimdor, and that the Frostwolf Clan, which had stabilized there, would accept them.

Now that I see that the two core characters of the tribe are alive and well, then after arriving on the Kalimdor continent together, the new tribe will have another strength.