After learning that Thrall was the Great Chief of the Orcs, Fording became even more nervous, God knows what he would do. Thrall put his big hand on Itreig's head, then closed his eyes and focused. Itreig's eyes kept closing and opening, staring at the dark-colored orcs looming around him.

Thrall's expression gradually became kind, "You're the Itreeg of the Blackstone Clan, aren't you?" ”

Furding's eyes widened suddenly, because Thrall actually used a human language, Thrall had seen two orcs speak to this day, and as a result, they were all fluent in the human lingua franca, could all the orcs speak the human language?

Itreg nodded tiredly, and Sal excitedly shook his hand and said, "Old man, we've been looking for you for a long time!

Itrig sat up and looked intently at the Great Orc: "Your face is familiar to me, and the owner of that face is a warrior who is out of color. But you're too young, so it's certainly not him......"

Itreg continued to scrutinize the orc's strong face, but finally did not see it, so he asked, "Who are you?"

Thrall nodded his head and stood up completely straight. The gathered orcs all looked straight, raising their jaws as their leader spoke. "I am known as Sal, old man. I am the chief of the Frostwolf Clan,"

Thrall's tone was very proud. And Itreig's jaw was about to drop.

"I've heard of you, too. "I've heard many people say about you, some say you're a hero, some say you're a demon, my good friend once told me that you rebuilt your clan and waged war against humanity again. ”

The atmosphere in the woods suddenly became awkward. Richard looked at Ferding with some amusement, saying such things at such a time, he was really bold, worthy of being a battle-hardened paladin, and he still faced the orcs head-on without the holy light.

"You're partly right," Thrall said calmly as he faced Ferdin, "I'm rebuilding the Frostwolf Clan. Anyone of insight in the world can be sure that my people will not be in chains for long. But that doesn't mean we're interested in waging war for war's sake. Those dark days are long gone. ”

"It's over? I only see you and your warriors standing heavily armed on the outskirts of Stratholme! Do you still want to take advantage of the city's air defense to attack Stratholme today?"

In the face of Fordin's accusations, Sal spread his hands and explained to him: "The siege is only a last resort, we just want to rescue one of us." Times are different, and your cities don't mean anything to our people. I just want to finish my father's unfinished business and find a new home for my people. ”

Itreig's eyes widened with a sudden look of recognition, and in this way, the familiar face was worn to the next generation, and after more than ten years, he grew up: "Your father's business? I know who you are! You are the son of Durotan!"

Thrall nodded, and Itreig looked at him with admiration. Furding still didn't quite believe what Sal said, and Sal was not interested in continuing to explain to Ferdin, so he knelt down on one knee beside Itrig and said, "I'm here to take you home this time, senior. I'm sorry to have waited so long to find you, but we've been busy in the last few months, we've rescued many of our compatriots, but we've lost our former High Chieftain Orgrim Doomhammer, and we need veterans like you to teach us the traditions we once had. Now your people need you, Itreig, will you help us?"

The old orc couldn't believe it and shook his head in flattery. He stared at Sal's sharp blue eyes, and found hope in the depths of their glitter. After years of depressed loneliness, his heart was once again filled with pride. Suddenly, Itreig began to believe that a seed of hope had risen in his heart, and that his people would eventually have a future.

"I do, son of Durontan!

"Itrieg told me about your father, and your father was a good man. Fordin placed his hands at his sides, and the sound was not loud or small, just enough for Sal to hear.

Sal's face replied with no expression, "That is what our people have always insisted on, and it is the duty of a son to accomplish his father's business." ”

Thrall motioned to Itreig, shouting several short commands in the orc dialect. The surrounding guards had stepped back, unsure of what to expect. At least they shouldn't be fighting anymore. Will they let him go when it's done? As Ferdin's thoughts were pondering, many of the warriors knelt beside him in the direction of Ferdin, and hooked their arms under their shoulders. Furding looked back at Sal suspiciously.

The young chief smirked knowingly, "This is a sign of respect for you who risked your life to save our brother, humanity. The Spirit of All Things will bless you. We don't get out of trouble with you. You are free to go as long as you don't follow us. ”

Furding breathed a sigh of relief, they hadn't thought about knowing where the orcs' base was, as long as the people could be rescued. It was also a great pleasure to see the orc warriors carefully lift Itreg up together, and he had a new relative.

Thrall gave Tirio an orc salute, then turned away without a second look. Many of the orcs had disappeared into the shadowy woods behind. Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed his arm. He looked down and saw that it was Itregg. The rough face of the old orc showed a look of peace and contentment.

"Do you remember your glory? Now the two of us are connected! You remember, human race, as long as you are in need, I will definitely be duty-bound, I will not forget you!"

"And you!" Itrig pointed at Richard and Valeera, "You're all good people, too!"

Ferding smiled as they slowly left, then turned to face Richard: "Thank you, please rest assured, I will do my best when you need me to do something for you in the future." ”

"Okay!" Richard smiled and patted Ferdin's shoulder, "where are you going next?"

Fording thought for a moment: "I plan to move around the north now, and now the ban on me has not been lifted, and I can't go home, and after I have traveled everywhere, I will settle in the suburbs near my house." ”

Richard nodded: "Don't worry, I will use my connections to choose a good consul for Fireplace Castle." ”

"Thank you. ”

Looking at Fordin's back, Richard said to Valeera, "Let's go too." ”

Valilla picked up the three masks on the ground and followed Richard out, and the place was calm again, as if no one had ever been here.

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