Garrosh died, and Thrall fulfilled the task assigned to him by the War Crimes Tribunal.

The people who got the news couldn't tell what their feelings were at the moment.

Is it pleasure and should it be celebrated?

Or should I sigh for Garrosh, the former Great Chieftain who could not be hated?

But all this is no longer important, the dead are gone, and the living still have to move on.

Garrosh's body was brought back to the world of Azeroth by Thrall and brought back to Orgrimmar.

He was given a common grave outside the city as his resting place, surrounded by all the orcs who had died in battle since the founding of the new tribe.

Although Garrosh is not a qualified Great Chief, he is still a worthy orc warrior, and no one can deny this.

And a worthy orc warrior deserves to sleep with his kind.

Grandmother Gaiaan slowly crouched down, stroked Garrosh's tombstone, and said nothing for a long time.

Maybe... Garrosh should never have come to Azeroth in the first place, his destination and stage should have been in the Outlands, in the Nagrand Savannah.

The Horde created Garrosh's end, and Garrosh created the current Horde.

There is no right or wrong, only what should or should not be.

The Orthodox Horde is on the verge of collapse, and now only the Warsong Clan is still resisting, and Grom* Hell is not willing to surrender even if he is killed by Hell's Roar.

After learning that Garrosh was dead, Grom hated himself in the other world.

He didn't think Garrosh was wrong, and that his other self, as his father, worked for the long-eared elves, and now he even let Thrall kill his son.

Poor Garrosh, what a great lad, what a perfect orc, if he had a son of his own, it would have to be like Garrosh!

But now is not the time for sentimentality, and the Warsong Clan has retreated to the seaside fortress of Ironfist Harbor in the south-central Nagrand steppes for a final resistance that has no chance of victory.

The Orthodox Horde is going to be finished, and Grom knows that very well.

Even the four elemental lords of the Elemental Throne have begun to support the group of shamans of the alien invaders, and have allowed them to communicate with the elemental powers of the world of Draenor.

The elementals are not stupid, they can all see that the orthodox tribe is about to finish the game, and if they continue to invest in them now, they will lose all their money.

At present, the only clan that has not been broken up, except for the Warsong Clan, is only the Shadowmoon Clan in the Shadowmoon Valley region.

However, the cunning old thing of Naozu, he seems to have begun to try to reach out to the Horde, seeking the possibility of surrendering and joining.

Neozu's preferred target was originally the Iron Tribe of the Night Empire, and he said that the Shadowmoon Clan could provide the Iron Tribe with Shadow Warriors, and was willing to sacrifice their artifact, the Dark Star, which was a Naru Core Essence in the Shadow State, also known as the Essence of the Entropy Demon.

However, the Night Empire rejected Naozu, and Gul'dan made a rare appearance at the Prime Minister's Council, firmly opposing Naozu's surrender to the Empire.

"No matter which world Nao Zu is, this teacher of mine is a cunning and cowardly orc, the empire does not need his shadow power, and the god queen Sylvanas can completely fill this gap!"

Of course, it wasn't just to take care of Guldan's emotions, after all, the name Naozu was much more hated than Guldan.

In the Overworld, Gul'dan defied the sky, that is, instigated the old tribe of orcs to launch a dark tide against Azeroth, and finally ran to rob the tomb himself, and died in the tomb.

And Neozu, the predecessor of the Lich King, gritted their teeth in hatred at the thought of what he had done.

The Iron Tribe also made it clear that they didn't want this man.

So to put it simply, we don't accept you as an employee here, so let's apply for a job in another company.

Nao Zu, who had hit a wall, did not give up, and instead began to contact the tribe.

The Great Chieftain Woking has gathered the chieftains of the tribe and is discussing whether or not to take in Naozu.

On the other hand, Cagas Bladefist personally led an army of the Iron Tribe across the Nagrand steppes to the westernmost Ogre Empire's capital city of the Hammer Fortress.

Destroying an ogre nation when he saw it, pulling all the surrendered back and throwing them into the arena as slave gladiators, this is the small goal that Kargas set for himself.

As for himself from another Orthodox tribe, the Scout has news that he has also run to the Hammer Fortress with the Broken Hand Clan to seek revenge on the ogre.

It's better this way, just catch it all, and you're done.

And in the eastern Tanaan jungle region of the continent, the Blood Ring Clan is being forcibly pulled into a new era.

Because of the mysterious disappearance of Gul'dan and his cronies, coupled with the defeat of Akmund, the orc tribe entrenched in the Hellfire fortress has become a bitter child without a father and mother overnight, and the evil wolves around them have set their eyes on them.

The forces of the Night Empire are storming the fortress, truly bombing once a day and slaughtering every two days.

Kilrog* Deatheye automatically upgraded to the top of the Orc Tribe, but he didn't have the slightest bit of fun.

If he had a choice, he would now prefer to go back to his hometown and farm.

That bitch in Gul'dan lied to herself, to all the orcs who believed in him!

And that Akmund, aren't you known as a polluter! Aren't you the number one powerhouse of the Burning Legion?

But it's too late to say anything now, in order to gain great strength, the Blood Ring Clan got into the luxury car of Guldan, which seems to have an incomparably bright future.

Now I find that this pedal is a racing black car, and there is no braking function!

But hope always comes by accident.

Another Gul'dan appeared, and he came with the mighty Dawn Legion and stepped on the multicolored auspicious clouds to take their dogs' lives.

Oh, they're coming.

Kilrog was arrogant at that time, pushing the mountain of gold and kneeling down.

"Big brother, take us away!

There is no harm if there is no comparison, look at what kind of bird Gul'dan is on your side, and then look at what Gul'dan looks like from this world of Azeroth, it's not difficult to choose at all!

The mysteriously disappeared Gul'dan and his Shadow Council are the doglegs of the Burning Legion, and the demon lords under his command are a group of demon lords sent out by the legion, and the rest are evil orc warlocks and low-level demons.

And Gul'dan of Azeroth, who has heavy troops, has many high-level demons under his command, and he can't hide the god-level evil energy fluctuations.

Even the ogre Gugar who followed behind him was countless times stronger than the one on his side, right?

Although this Gul'dan in front of him is also a dog leg of a Dark Titan, he is better than another Guldan!

"Kilrog ... Tsk tsk... This parallel world of yours, like the main timeline, really disappoints me, the other me of the waste, the other tribe of the waste ... ”

Gul'dan crutched his staff, with its four skulls, unhurriedly through the Hellfire Fortress, dark green flames burning from his spiky shoulder armor.

Kilrog didn't know how to talk, so he could only giggle awkwardly.

Coming to Sagre's area, a roar was heard.

"Gul'dan of another world! If you dare to trespass into the holy land of my Socresa, you will die... ”

Before Socresa could finish speaking, his soul involuntarily floated out of the giant evil Ogini golem, and Gul'dan raised his staff slightly, releasing a chain of evil energy to pull Socresa close to him.

"You should be glad that if it were another you today, I promise you that your wretched soul will never die so soon ... And I, on the other hand, have no interest in torturing ants like you, you Draeniga Ereda hybrid bastard. ”

With that, Gul'dan's staff slammed into the ground, and Socresa let out a miserable scream, and the flames of evil enveloped him, scorching his soul.

"Alright, Kilrog, you've never been very smart, so I'll just say it simply... Two choices, the first ... The Blood Ring Clan and everyone in this fortress will be selected by the Legion of Dawn and the Iron Tribe, yes... You will be completely divided. Second... ”

"I pick first, I don't have any opinion!"

Kilrog didn't wait for Gul'dan to finish speaking, and immediately made a statement.

Nonsense, the second option is what to think with the ass to know.

Anyway, no one wants to continue fighting now, so let's think about the rest after successfully jumping from the black car of the evil orc tribe.

A few days later, the Hellfire Fortress surrendered in its entirety.

The short-lived Orc tribe has officially been disbanded.

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