Barren land, Ghost Fog Mountain.

The breached steel gate made a screeching sound before crashing to the ground.

Smoke billowed from the ruined fortress of the Dragonmaw Clan, and the corpses of Ancestral Dragons and Orcs lay in the ruins of the fortress or on the hillside outside.

There was a sound of footsteps accompanied by angry shouting, and the Dragonthroat Grand Overseer Zaira was rudely pulled by two Iron Tribe soldiers into an open space in the center of the fortress, then kicked her in the knee so hard that she fell to her knees, two long-barreled rifles against the orc's back.

"Honestly, you stupid woman. One of the centurions spoke to Zaira, his voice muffled through the steel helmet that covered his face, and as he spoke, the helmet's mouth emitted sparks, like a miniature iron fence furnace.

Zaira glanced at her fellow orc with disdain, and she had always been disdainful of the Iron Tribe.

This group of orcs, who have long forgotten the tradition of glorious warriors, abandoned swords and battle axes, abandoned shields, and thought that muskets and bombs could bring them greater power and greater glory.

Look at the ugly helmet, the mouth is in the shape of an iron fence furnace, the shoulder armor on both sides is also like two smoldering furnaces, the burned scarlet steel gears are exposed from time to time, and they turn rapidly, spewing out two fierce flames, and the propulsion behind it will occasionally spew out a white steam.

At first glance, it's not a serious orc!

"Rest assured, you stupid woman can't die yet, and there is a seat for you as an accomplice and accomplice at the trial meeting of Garrosh. ”

Not far from the ruins, Grom* Hell Strode over, dragging a half-dead Dragonthroat Orc in his hand, slamming him down beside Zaira, and then looking up to take a look around the burning military fortress.

"Phew, traitors of your tribe, filthy death knights, you should be killed like those evil magicians!

Zaira's eyes widened with rage, and she stared at Grom, who was smiling sarcastically in front of her, without the slightest respect for the father of Garrosh.

"Tsk, it seems that my good son has really brainwashed you, and it is precisely because of fools and radicals like you who surround him every day that he runs all the way on this road of no return, and your vicious circle makes me feel sad. ”

Listening to Zaire's fancy scolding, Grom was not angry, and he didn't bother to care about the current patriarch of the Dragonthroat Clan who was full of extreme thinking.

What is there to talk about with fanatical radicals? Let her change her mind and get back on the right path? Don't think about it, it's tantamount to playing the harp to a cow.

The world of Azeroth is so big, and there are a lot of retards and stupid dicks, do you think you live in heaven?

"I hope you enjoy your cell, where you can wait quietly for your beloved Grand Chief Garrosh to join you... Take all these war criminals and imprison them in the nearest prisoner-of-war camp, and tap you muscular idiot! Don't get them killed, you still need them alive when the trial is after the war! Dead people are useless!"

Seeing Kargas* Blade Fist punching and kicking a half-dead dragonthroat orc, Grom immediately shouted a reminder to stop his torture.

"Sneer... I hope you don't end up with a death sentence, it's been a long time since I've had a new slave gladiator in my arena. ”

The irascible old man Kargas still obeyed Grom's orders from his old superior, and when he heard this, he stopped continuing to abuse the dying dragon-throated orc.

This is Grom, and if someone else calls him a muscular idiot, Kargas will have to rush up and fight him.

"Even if there is no death penalty, it will not be your turn in the gladiatorial arena, these people are strictly prisoners of Thrall and the Horde Resistance. ”

"Ahh

"Look, get out, you stupid, do you want to get kicked again?" Kargas glared at the orc.

This burly old lady is estimated to be a ruthless stubble, although she was defeated and captured, her personality is still extremely hot.

"You'd better pray that these chains are strong enough, Kargas of the Broken Hand Clan, or I'll break and break your leg bones with my own hands. ”

Hearing this, Kargas's eyes immediately widened, and he continued to look at the orc lady "passionately".

"You stupid bitch haven't been beaten, have you?

"You can try it, beware of comminuted fractures. The orc sneered disdainfully, and then glanced at the crotch of Brother Kargas's pants with a strange and disdainful look in her eyes.

"Ahhh

The chain connecting the handcuffs of both hands was broken, and the orc shook her wrist vigorously, and the broken chain made a crisp sound, and then the old woman picked up a battle axe on the ground and hooked her hand at Kargas.

"Ha, a woman wants to challenge me? You're going to lose very quickly, and then I'm crushing you... Huh?"

Before he could finish speaking, he noticed that two more orcs in the captives had broken away from the group and stood on either side of the orc who was hooking his hand towards him.

"It looks like you three stupid girls want to warm my bed, it's good, let's go together. ”

Kargas was so confident in his own strength that he didn't pay any attention to the three orcs, watching as the orcs in the lead used a tomahawk to break the chains of the other two companions.

Grom waved his hand helplessly, signaling the centurion beside him to go to the prisoner transport mission of Ladder Kargas, and escort these dragonthroat orcs to the nearest prisoner of war camp.

In the middle of the Gates of the Ashen Valley Fortress and the Crossroads Camp, the Night Empire has kindly sponsored a large temporary prisoner of war camp, where all prisoners of war in the Barrens region will be held, and when the war is over, they will be judged by the whole world along with Garrosh.

After giving the order, Grom and a group of soldiers of the Iron Tribe began to watch the passionate duel of the old brother Kargas, eating melons and watching the show.

"Tell you in advance who defeated you, who thinks he is mighty Kargas, I am Gaan, the ancestor of the Great Chieftain Dragon Overseer, this is Sukka the Executor, this is Malaka the Bloody One. ”

"Well, I thought only your Zayla was an arrogant idiot, and it seems that you stupid bitches are all under her influence. ”

Kargas was still laughing loudly at the three orc sisters.

"Looks pretty good, if they can block Kargas's attack, you can recruit them into the Iron Tribe, let Kargas take it easy, and don't play heavy. ”

Grom Hell roared to the lieutenant beside him.