Eastern Kingdom Continent, Hillsbrad Hills Orc Shelter.

Orgrim's hands were tightly chained, and two human soldiers roughly pulled him out of his cell and into a wide open space outside the shelter.

Along the way, Orgrim was in a state with his eyes almost closed.

He was unwilling, and could not bear to see, his fellow orcs who lived like livestock.

They used to be glorious warriors, but now they ate raw maggot food, drank muddy sewage, and held only farm tools in their hands.

Coming to the clearing outside the gate, Orgrim opened his eyes and exhaled deeply.

I'm going to be executed?

Orgrim looked at the fierce groups of human soldiers around him, and this time he was just a knife and axe man waiting in front of him.

At this moment, a human soldier who looked like a captain walked up to him with a look of disgust and hatred.

"You damned beasts from another world, rejoice, you've been saved by the big guys from the south, or I'll promise to torture you, phew!" said the Captain of the Soldiers, spitting hard at Orgrim's feet.

But Orgrim didn't bother to pay attention to the human captain, his mind was full of surprise and confusion now.

I'm going to be taken away?

Did the alliance really keep the promise that both sides thought was a bunch of bullshit?

This doesn't make sense, it's not scientific!

When did the cunning Union Dog become so righteous?

As he was thinking wildly, there was another noise behind him, and Orgrim turned his head to see that groups of orcs were being escorted to the clearing, and he quickly recognized these orcs: the Warsong Clan, the Thunder King Clan, and the Broken Hand Clan.

What is the alliance here for?

At this time, puffs of smoke and dust rose from the road in the distance, and a large group of wagons led by an army holding high the banner of the Alliance and the banner of the Stormwind Kingdom was rushing towards this direction, and Orgrim also recognized the human at the lead, which was Lothar of Stormwind.

Then his eyes widened in disbelief as he saw a Golon!

The Goron was now covered in heavy black armor, and two long, thick barrels protruded from his shoulders.

What made Orgrim even more unbelievable was that Goron, who was originally moving extremely slowly, was not at all weaker than the speed of the human cavalry at this moment, and a large puff of white steam would be spewed out from behind Goron from time to time, and Orgrim didn't know what the hell it was.

The orcs behind them began to riot, and they watched in horror as the steel goron, armed to the teeth, followed the human army closer and closer, and many of the orcs thought they had come to execute themselves, and they all roared.

"Orc, be silent!" Orgrim guessed something, and immediately calmed down, before turning back and yelling.

Because the pride of the orcs had not yet dissipated shortly after the defeat, and the majesty of the great chief and the military discipline of the tribe had not disappeared, the orcs who had received the order quickly became quiet again.

Lothar drove up to Orgrim, then turned and dismounted, nodding to the Lordaeron Captain as he hurried up.

"The Grand Marshal of the Stormwind Kingdom, Anduin Lothar, has come to hand over these orc captives by royal decree from King Ryan Ureon, and this is the document and the passage permit. ”

As he spoke, Lothar took out a piece of paperwork and handed it to the captain of the soldiers in front of him.

The captain of the soldier had the same attitude as he had faced Orgrim just now, and he bowed to Lothar with a flattering and respectful smile.

For the aristocracy, they had great respect, fear and envy for the common people.

Everyone wants to get ahead, they all want to get a piece of territory, and then live the life of a noble lord.

What is the purpose of joining the army, isn't it just to make meritorious contributions and climb up by meritorious service, this is the fastest but also the most dangerous way for the civilian class to rise.

"Hello, Marshal Lothar, I am Lieutenant Draco of the Third Army of Lordaeron, and I am honored to meet you, and your deeds are very famous in our Lordaeron army. ”

Lothar is considered a nobleman among nobles, the direct bloodline of Emperor Soladin, coupled with the glorious deeds of the southern and northern wars, he is a guest of honor in the entire human aristocratic society, which actually has little to do with which kingdom he belongs to.

If you want to say who is the most qualified and who has the most legitimacy to unify the human race, it is only Lothar, and the Minethil family of Terenus also has to stand aside, but Lothar is bent on the Storm Kingdom and has no such ambitions.

Lothar didn't put on a stand, and he never had one, and patted Lieutenant Drake's armor shoulder hard.

"Thank you for your welcome, soldier, can I take these orcs now?"

"Of course, there's nothing wrong with the documents, you can take them with you at any time, and if you want me to say that these damn orcs should be killed all. Lieutenant Drake said fiercely.

War is like this, no one is right or wrong, there are only countless broken families, relatives say goodbye, this hatred cannot be erased for generations.

The orc shelter had been emptied by Lothar, and Lieutenant Drake would soon be on his way with his soldiers to Blackmore Castle, where a large number of orcs were also held and who would continue to serve as caretakers.

"The orcs thought so at the time, so don't let hatred cloud your sanity, soldier, and thank you again for your cooperation. ”

Lieutenant Drake nodded immediately and gave a military salute.

"I wish you a safe journey, Marshal Lothar. ”

Kalimdor Continent, Durontar, Orgrimmar.

This rugged and majestic city, built with the help of the Minotaurs and the Night Elves, is now beginning to take shape.

Sharp bone spurs stood on the thick and tall city walls, and the wolf-headed banner of the Frostwolf Clan hung on the walls of the city to hunt and hunt.

In the chief's hall in the center of the city, a bonfire banquet is being held at this moment.

"Listen to me, people!"

Durotan rose from his throne and raised the stone wine glass in his hand, and beside him sat Garrod's Shadow Song, who had been invited.

"The Ancestors and the Elementals have once again favored us, and the eighteen apprentices of the old Shaman of Drektar have all successfully communicated the elemental power of Azeroth, and our shamanic tradition is back again, and we will once again be glorious and noble!"

The orcs in the hall immediately cheered, banging on their armor and the table in front of them.

Sitting back down, Durotan laughed.

"With the guidance of the shamans, we orcs will surely regain the glory of our ancestors. ”

Garrod nodded, taking a sip of the orc liquor in his hand.

"There is also good news for you, there are still several major clans in Orgrim that have been successfully fished out, and they are currently rushing to the Stormwind Kingdom in the south of the continent, and from there they will board ships to the continent of Kalimdor, and you will soon be able to meet together. ”

"Hahaha, the ancestors are above, thanks to the help of the night elves, the frostwolf clan will never forget. When Duron heard this, he immediately burst out laughing.

The hope of the tribe is still there, the spark of rebirth is still there, and as long as the main clan joins, the tribe will surely rise again.

And the other orc compatriots can also slowly liberate them.

"But then again, Garrod, don't expect me to thank those sinister and cunning humans, and while you belong to the Alliance, we are grateful to you Night Elves. ”

Garrod smiled and didn't answer.

He didn't expect the Alliance and the Horde to shake hands and make peace because of this, and they were like a family making progress together, and it was already good to be able to pick out the Night Elves alone.

The conflicts and contradictions between the alliance and the tribes have been destined to be irresolvable since the beginning of the Orc War.