Kalimdor Continent, Durontar region.

Orgrim stared at the rugged orc-style city in front of him in shock, and didn't say a word for a long time.

The earthy yellow walls were covered with the bones and spikes of various beasts, and the banner of the Frostwolf Clan hunted over the city.

At the gates, wolf cavalry and orc civilians came and went, making the city extremely prosperous and vibrant, and a short distance east of the city, along the coast, was a large port dock that had just been built, from which Orgrim and the Thunder King clan disembarked.

Entering the city, Orgrim also met the minotaurs and trolls who came and went in the city, and they had a very good relationship with the orcs of the Frostwolf Clan.

The honest and immensely strong Minotaurs rumbled along the rough stone streets on the mighty Kodomon.

The Troll Shadowhunters of the Darkspear Clan serve as scouts of the city, hopping continuously on rooftops, patrolling any hidden corners where a threat might arise.

"This is our new home in the future, the Frostwolf Clan has done a good job!"

Brooks Sarufar of the Thunder King Clan looked excitedly at the majestic and prosperous city, and his brother Warok Sarufar nodded approvingly.

Before Orgrim could reply, an equally excited voice rang out from behind the crowd.

"That's right, this is our orc's new home, Orgrim, my old friend, long time no see, hahaha!"

Orgrim turned to look at Durontan, and the two hugged fiercely, before the former showed a look of guilt.

"Durotan ... I... I broke my promise to protect your son, at the time ... At last... Ay... ”

Du Long smiled and patted his old friend on the shoulder, although his own eyes showed great worry, but he still began to comfort his old friend.

"I've heard it all, and I don't blame you, Orgrim, the tribe was about to be defeated, and no one can guarantee what the humans would do to the orcs in the end, so you didn't do anything wrong, and Goyle must be alive, don't blame yourself for it, my friend. ”

Then Durotan looked worried again, "I also heard that there is a tribe of steel formed on the Eastern Kingdoms continent?the leaders are still Grom and Kargas, and they have all become death knights?"

Orgrim nodded, "Yes, the Iron Tribe was formed before we came, but they promise not to be hostile to their fellow citizens. ”

Durotan shook his head slowly, "They are now at the mercy of the Titan Divine Venerable who resurrected them, right, did the Divine Venerable personally guarantee this?"

"Yes, they said that the Titan God personally promised them and made an oath. ”

"That's good, so I can rest assured that the Night Elves and their Titan gods have never failed in their credibility and promises. ”

Durotan breathed a sigh of relief, then picked up Orgrim and Brooks and walked towards the Chieftain's Hall in the middle of the city.

"Alright, let's go, let me pick you up in our new home, and I'm going to show you off about the situation here, hahaha!"

Located in the middle of Orgrimmar's city, the Chieftain's Hall is a large circular building that is also the heart of the new tribe, the equivalent of the King's Hall of the Stormwind Kingdom.

At night, the bonfire in the hall crackled.

Durotan was grinning, telling Orgrim about the circumstances and circumstances of the frostwolf orcs when they came to the continent.

"In the end, we got the help of the Night Elves and the Minotaurs, which is why the city was built so quickly, and now the orcs live in peace in this land except for those damn savage centaurs, well... Except that there is no nostalgic weather and endless snow fields like Frost and Fire Ridge, and the land here is also very barren, but this is not difficult for us orcs!"

Orgrim listened quietly to his old friend's story, and his heart was very mixed.

Is it really wrong for the Horde to start a war on the Eastern Kingdoms continent?

The Frostwolf Clan was regarded as useless cowards and damned traitors by the rest of the tribe, but as a result, the great tribe was now torn apart, but the Frostwolf Clan had found its new home and regained the noble heritage and glory of the orcs.

On the other hand, the other clans of the tribe, the large number of captives who are still living in those shelters, the Dragon's Throat Clan who are still fighting a hard guerrilla war against the northern human kingdom in the wetlands, and the Red Black Hand and his Blackstone Clan who are still surviving in the Burning Plains, which one of them is not extremely miserable and difficult?

"Durotan, if more of your fellow orcs come here in the future, will you accept them?"

"Of course, as long as it is our compatriots, Orgrimmar's door will never be closed to them!"

Orgrim nodded, then got up and gave Durotan a solemn chest-beating salute.

"Well, then, I'm willing to serve the new Great Chief. ”

Brooks then stood up and saluted as well.

"The Thunder King clan is at your service, Great Chief. ”

Du Long was stunned when he heard this, and then was silent for a long time.

He was also very clear about the form of the Eastern Kingdom Continent at this moment, and the orc compatriots who were now imprisoned in the shelter were like having their backbones broken, they were no longer brave, they no longer had hope, and they were no longer worthy of being called warriors.

Although a new steel tribe was born now, it is not the hope of most orc compatriots after all, and they should and must do something at this moment.

For the sake of the Frostwolf Clan, for the sake of the tribe, and for the continuation of the Orcs.

"The tribe must be re-established, we have to give hope to our compatriots on the other side of the continent, it is the position of this great chief, Ogrim, I think it is still you... ”

"No, Durontan, the Great Chief must be you, you have proven your wisdom and ability to your fellow citizens, you have proven that you are better suited to lead the tribe than I am, we are all willing to gather around you, we are all willing to believe in you. ”

Orgrim immediately shook his head and retorted.

"My time is over, I have pushed the Horde into the abyss of defeat, and you have led the Frostwolf Clan to the spark we hoped for. ”

Durontan was silent for a moment again, and then his eyes were full of determination and determination.

"So... I accept the position of Great Chief, and the Clan will be re-established, and this time, not only the Orc Clan, but the new Clan will also have more new friends to join. ”

Seeing that these two orc bosses had finally decided on the new Great Chieftain, the Minotaur patriarch Kane Bloodhoof and Woking, the clan of the Darkspear Trolls, who were attending the banquet together, also cheered.

If Durotan came to be the Great Chief, then naturally there would be no problem.

Orcs like Orgrim and Brooks, who have just arrived here, are not convinced, and they are even more reluctant to obey orders, and their credibility and bravery will take time to prove.

Orgrim nodded in satisfaction and raised the Hammer of Doom.

"For the Horde!lok-tar!"

A few days later, the banners of the new Horde replaced all of the original Frostwolf Clans.

Scarlet tribal flags fluttered at the head of Orgrimmar.

The new tribe was formed.