Ogrim's arm was bruised at this moment, and he grabbed the armrest of his royal chair fiercely, and the wooden armrest of the chair was immediately scratched with five deep marks.

"You're threatening the Horde?" the Great Chief hissed.

The human knight immediately waved his hand exaggeratedly, "How can it be, I'm just stating the facts, besides, for the sake of your tribe no longer attacking our alliance, I will also tell the truth with the Great Chief... Our Lord God is very angry right now, and you know, no matter what world you are in, when the gods are angry, the best thing to do is to try to meet the demands of the gods, otherwise once the gods will be punished... Oh, of course, our Lord Divine is merciful and willing to give the tribe a chance to make amends, so be content with it, Great Chief. ”

The orcs in the tent fell silent, only a few orcs who had been deeply corrupted by evil energy were still shouting, their sanity had already drifted away with the wind.

"I need to think about this matter, you go down first, I will inform you when the decision is made, come, give him a tent. After a moment of silence, Orgrim said, waving his hand.

The human knight smiled and nodded, and turned to leave, led by several of the chieftain's personal guards.

At night, Orgrim sat in his private tent, reading Durontan's letters by the light of candles, and beside him lay a rough wooden crib in which a green-skinned orc baby lay quietly asleep.

In his long letter, Durotan described in detail the current situation and situation of the Frostwolf Clan, who were living very well in the continent of Kalimdor and had gradually begun to revive the glorious traditions of the shamans, the traditional life of the orcs before the appearance of Gul'dan and the evil powers.

Night Elves, minotaurs have established friendly long-term trade exchanges with the Frostwolf Clan, and a new city, named after Orgrim, is being built.

"Durotar ... Orgrimmar ... Orgrim muttered the name of the frostwolf clan's new home.

The frostwolf orcs hunt the vast land, no more the threat of war, no more depravity and madness caused by demonic blood, and no more evil magicians destroying the glorious traditions of the orcs.

To Orgrim's surprise, Durotan was even ready to re-establish a tribe at the right time in the future, a new tribe that was sane and peaceful, but also not afraid of war.

The Minotaurs have agreed to join the new tribe once it is formed, and the local Darkspear Troll tribe has shown a friendly attitude and is willing to become an alternate member of the new tribe.

"Gouyle... Your father and your clan are no longer in danger and they start a new life ... ”

Orgrim looked at the green-skinned orc baby, his eyes were a little stunned, and his mind was full of thoughts for a while.

After two days of negotiations, the Horde finally reached a secret private agreement with the Alliance:

First, the Horde will hand over all of the Golon Giants and the technology used to craft the Goron Armor, and in return, the Coalition will not tell the Guardian Dragons about the Tribe's attempts to build a dragoon army.

Second, the tribe must completely withdraw from the wetland area and completely leave the territory of the Alliance, and accordingly, the Alliance will privately provide the tribe with a large number of axes and arrows and various food supplies.

Article 3: Human refugees in the North, tribes are not allowed to kill at will, and human refugees must be safely repatriated to the territory of the Southern Alliance or to the Eagle's Nest Mountain Fortress in the Hinterland region.

Fourth, if the northern human kingdom is defeated, the alliance will make a corresponding ruling on this, divide the territory of the northern humans and the tribe, and if the tribe is defeated, the alliance will try its best to coordinate and improve the situation of the tribe after the defeat.

The human knight watched Ogrim sign his name, bit his finger and drip a few drops of blood, and then laughed with satisfaction, and his attitude towards Ogrim instantly became a lot more affectionate.

"You human beings have too many tricks to believe in verbal promises and glorious promises, and you have to sign such troublesome contracts. Orgrim glared at the human knight Wendthor and said.

Wendthor didn't answer the words, carefully put away the contract, and then said with a smile: "Happy cooperation, after the departure of the team that handed over the Golon Giants, the first batch of weapons and supplies will also be transported from Ironforge at the same time, both of which will be handed over in the wetland area, no problem." ”

Hearing this, Orgrim sneered and mocked a few times, "I really admire you for not hesitating to betray your human race in the Northern Continent for your own interests. ”

For the human race, Orgrim can be regarded as having a general understanding, they are not only keen on foreign wars, but also keen on internal struggles, and even do not hesitate to unite with foreign races to fight against their own compatriots.

Wendthor was not annoyed at all, "Great Chief, you don't have to worry about this, besides, no one dares to say how the war between the tribes and the northern kingdoms will be won or lost, right?" ”

A month later, the wetland area.

The Alliance officially took over the remaining twelve Golon Giants of the Horde, and the mountain-like body made Lothar a little dizzy when he came to receive the goods.

"This is a manual for crafting Goron's armor and taming and conquering Golon, but I doubt that you weak human skinny bamboo poles will be able to handle the mighty Goron and be crushed by Goron by then, but don't blame us for not telling you in advance, hahaha. ”

Kargas* Bladefist laughed wildly and shouted to Lothar, "Now, it's time for your alliance to make good on its promises, what about the weapons and supplies you promised?"

Lothar snorted coldly and waved his hand, and the human soldiers immediately lifted the dark linen covering the large row of wagons behind them, revealing axes and arrows stacked in the carriages, and the other half of the wagons were neatly lined with hemp bags of wheat and flour.

"Our alliance has always kept its promises, and you should have a share. Lothar rode down and looked down at Kargas.

Kargas snorted in satisfaction and beckoned the orc laborers to begin carrying the weapons and supplies, while he also squinted at Lothar.

"You're the same Lothar who killed the Black Hand in the glorious Makgora ritual?"

"That's right, that's me. Lothar still looked at Kargas condescendingly, the Broken Hand Clan's Grand Chieftain's right hand severed and fitted with a razor-sharp fist.

Kargas laughed a little cruelly, "Very well, you are a warrior, but I doubt that you will be able to defeat my Broken Hand Arena as well... I killed a hundred gladiators in the ogre's hammer arena in a row, the human Lothar, and I'm looking forward to the day when you'll come to my Broken Hand Arena. ”

The orc chief squinted his eyes and said slowly as he stared at Lothar.

Lothar also looked at Kargas coldly, "You will have a chance, when your tribe is defeated, I will bring you and a hundred of your clan captives to Stormwind City, so that you can see with your own eyes if I can do this." ”

"Hahaha, you can't wait that day, Lothar, the tribe will win!"

After the handover was completed, Lothar led the Alliance army to slowly grind the Gorons back with giant chains, while Kargas left the wetland with the orc convoy and headed north towards the Hillsbrad Hills and Silver Pines Forest.