Kalimdor Continent, Durontar Region, Valley of Trials, Cave Prison of Garrosh.

The defense here is extremely tight, not only are the soldiers of the tribe patrolling, but also a small group of soldiers of the Seventh Legion of the Alliance, the warrior monks of the Shadow Sect of the Shaohao Dynasty, and a small group of Night Border Guards of the Night Empire.

Together, the combined forces guard Garrosh, a heavyweight prisoner, and eliminate the possibility of some of the Tribal radicals still hiding in the shadows to rescue him.

Oh, of course, on top of that, there are also some small transactions that are not seen in the dark.

Bane* Bloodhoof strode out of the cave and nodded to the soldiers of the tribal camp, and the orc centurion immediately returned a chest-beating salute.

"You are going to be his defense in the coming trial? ”

"I'm just a minotaur who wants Garrosh to get a fair trial, that's all, and since the Great Chief has given me this unpleasant task, then I will naturally take responsibility... Huh, what are they doing?"

Halfway through speaking, Bane looked at a group of Night Elves not far ahead.

What are they doing here? These radical groups want to lynch?

However, Bane was relieved to see that there were still two God's eldest sons in the ranks of the Night Warriors.

Fortunately, with the surveillance of the Holy Cult Army, they did not dare to do this.

As the party approached, Bane's eyes widened as he discovered that the leader of the Night Soldiers was Tyrande from the established fateful timeline.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Bane Bloodhoof, and even in our timeline, I'd love to communicate with you minotaurs, but alas, you still don't dare to rebel against Sylvanas's retrograde tyranny. ”

Tyrande waved his hand, and one of the Night Warriors next to him immediately stepped forward to make contact with the Night Border Guards stationed here, and seemed to have produced some other documents asking to enter the cave prison.

"The warriors of the tribe will rebel against all tyranny, your timeline is wrong, do not substitute what happened there to us. Bane replied immediately.

"Perhaps, but I'm glad you didn't choose to mingle with the tribal scum who have lost their sense of honor, ah, I'm talking about the Forsaken. ”

"Hah... Undead. Bane shook his head disdainfully, unimpressed by the Forsaken who had long since quit the Horde.

"Anyway, it's a pleasure to meet you, and I hope you will defend him well at the public trial of Garrosh. "Tyrande, the Ash Lord, bites some words hard.

"I will justifiably defend Garrosh, he may be a sinner of the tribe, but he is not a traitor to the tribe. ”

Tyrande smiled and didn't continue to speak, leading his team into the cave prison, his eyes covered in black ash were extremely uncomfortable to Bane, and a sense of repulsion arose.

In the deepest hall of the cave prison, Garrosh sat quietly on a large stone next to the locked iron door, his expression extremely calm, his eyes closed, his mind constantly thinking and recalling every day since he became the chief of the tribe.

Is it worth it to lose everything for the sake of the tribe?

It's worth it, and you're not wrong with it.

Of course, Saarland is not wrong either, and this tragic civil war is only caused by a clash of ideas between the two sides.

And he is just the losing side.

However, it seems that the heart of Ashaji did have some effect on himself, and Garrosh was not a coward who did not dare to admit his mistakes and negligence.

The kind of injustice and treatment that he has done to other tribes is indeed his own crime, which is undeniable and indelible.

There was a sound of footsteps, and Garrosh opened his eyes.

Who's coming? Bane, he didn't just leave... Ah, I see.

Garrosh groaned in disgust, then closed his eyes again.

The Alliance Dogs are still the most hated Night Warriors of their own.

Tyrande, the Ash Lord, stood in front of the iron gate, looked at Garrosh sitting on the large stone inside, and did not speak immediately, but was silent for a long time.

"You know, I wish you could hold out a little longer, and die more of the scum, especially you damned orcs, and you should have driven you all back to that broken outland, back to your own world. ”

Garrosh, who had his eyes closed, smiled when he heard this, still too lazy to speak, the Night Warrior insisted on the idea of "orcs get out of the world of Azeroth", and it was not a day or two, since the birth of the Black Moon Legion, this idea has been propagated.

"Tyrenus, the human king of Lordaeron, should have killed all the orcs who surrendered, he was not only a sinner of the human race, but also a sinner of the world of Azeroth, because of his useless kindness, because of his temporary soft-heartedness, because he took you orcs as a civilized race to take prisoner, which is his greatest mistake. ”

"The massacres that have arisen because of you, the barbarism of the old horde, you have eaten humans back then, have you? ”

Garrosh opened his eyes and looked at Tyrande in front of him, his expression expressionless and unhappy.

"Elf, did you come here late at night just to review history with me?"

Tyrande, the Ash Lord, immediately chuckled a few times and nodded.

"Yes, but there are other topics, since the world wants to give you a fair trial, then in order to ensure its justice, I will also participate in this trial, and I have replaced my other self as the plaintiff against you, so... ”

As he spoke, Tyrande turned his head to look directly at Garrosh.

"So, I will destroy you, and all the orc scum of the Dragonthroat Clan who are with you, and I will enjoy your death sentence. ”

Garrosh didn't answer immediately, he seemed to stare at Tyrande very closely.

A moment later ...

"Is that the ashes of the World Tree, Teldashir?"

Tyrande was stunned when he heard this, and then snorted coldly.

"This is the sin of your tribe ... ”

"That's not the Horde, Elf, the Tribe will never point its sword at unarmed civilians and children, if the enemies of the Horde want to fight the Horde, then fine, hold on to your weapons, we can go to war at any time, but these... All this ... This is not the work of a truly glorious tribe. ”

Garrosh raised his hand and pointed to the pitch-black ash around Tyrande's eyes.

"My tribe, never do such an act, no one knows the pain of losing one's homeland and homeland better than us orcs, and your hatred of me strikes me as ridiculous and pathetic, Tyrande, Lord of Ashes. ”

The orcs bit the word Ash Lord very hard.

With that, Garrosh closed his eyes again, sat back down on the big rock, and said no more.

Tyrande was silent for a moment, knowing that Garrosh wasn't lying or pretending anything, and the High Lord of Ash lost interest in continuing the conversation and turned away.

"Perhaps, Orc Garrosh, maybe Sylvanas will never understand your orc tribe, but in our world, you destroyed Theramore, you killed countless innocent civilians, you did the same thing as Sylvanas, and all of this, are you going to blame it all on the influence of the Heart of Asha?"

"I won't be responsible for crimes I didn't commit, that's your crazy world, elves. ”

Garrosh replied one last time, then sighed silently.