After a while, it was found that there was no reaction from the Alliance, and the Titan deity who was the Emperor of the Earth in the Alliance did not make any follow-up investigation and revenge.

So the tribe was relieved, and the tribe continued to beat the kingdoms of Lordaeron and Gilneis. But the new offensive was far less intense than before, mainly because Gul'dan had finally woken up.

Since Gul'dan was forcibly detained by Hu Feng last time, he fell directly into a deep sleep. Now I wake up and find that the world has changed ...

His own puppet Black Hand Great Chief was killed by Lothar, and the Frostwolf Clan broke away from the tribe. The warlocks in his own Storm Marauder clan also ran a third of the way, and I heard that it was the hateful traitor of Retson who took refuge in the Titan God of the Alliance, and then desperately pulled his old guys to join the gang, and those warlocks who were not very obedient to Gul'dan and thought they were equally powerful secretly absconded and went to Stormwind City to work with the new boss.

In order to save his life, Gul'dan took the initiative to show weakness, he expressed his willingness to serve the current Great Chief Orgrim, and the warlocks under his command were on call to contribute to the great cause of the tribe.

Because Orgrim had also suffered enough from the human mage, after thinking about it, he still left Gul'dan's life and let him make meritorious contributions.

In order to gain the trust of the Great Chief, Gul'dan embarked on a sinister plan: he collected the corpses of some human knights who had died in battle, and shoehorned the souls of warlocks into them, and these immortals were called Death Knights. Not only are they skilled at the sorcerer's evil magic, but they are also proficient in the knight's melee skills. In this way, the first Death Knights were born, the most powerful of which was a Death Knight named Talon Bloodfiend.

Orgrim quickly threw the Death Knight into battle, inflicting horrific damage on humanity. Only the first paladins could fight against them, but they were only evenly matched, and it was very difficult to kill.

A human knight in white armor with a golden lion's head alliance emblem emblazoned on his chest surrounded by vines walked into Orgrim's tent and looked up fearlessly at the Grand Chieftain of the tribe sitting above.

"Emissary of the Alliance, tell me what you mean, I don't remember any recent conflicts between the Horde and the Alliance. "Orgrim has selectively forgotten the events of the fortress of Tol Barad.

The human knight laughed and saluted casually.

"Chief Orgrim of the tribe, I have come to inform you of a few things and convey some things on the orders of Lord God: First, a letter from an old friend of yours, Lord God says that the Great Chief will definitely be interested. As he spoke, the human knight pulled out a letter made of wolf's skin from his bosom. Orgrim recognized it as a letter from his old friend Durotan who had left the Eastern Kingdoms continent to settle on another continent across the sea.

"The second thing, Lord Divine Venerable, said that he is very interested in your Goron, so hand them all over. Correspondingly, the Divine Venerable did not hold the sinners Zuluhid and Tol Balad accountable for their mistakes. ”

As soon as the human knight finished speaking, the other clan chiefs in the big tent roared, and Grom Hell roared and even picked up his own weapon and wanted to step forward and open the human head.

Orgrim also sneered: "Goron is our most powerful war creature, although we respect your existence and no longer attack the Alliance, but this does not mean that the tribe is at the mercy of others!"

The human knight was not annoyed either, ignoring the surrounding patriarchs who wanted to split his body and shrugged his shoulders. "Now that the Great Chief has made a decision, I won't say much, I am only responsible for conveying orders, and it is your business to do or not to do it. But allow me to say a personal opinion, the dragon eggs obtained by the Dragonthroat Clan should have been sent here by now, right? There's a red dragon's egg in there, right? Tsk tsk, that's not a good thing... If I were you, Great Chief ... As he spoke, the human knight made a gesture of rubbing his fingers.

"If I were you, I'd give some insider what we call hush money, what do you think?"

Ogrim's arm bruised and he grabbed the armrest of his 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 could it be! I'm just stating the facts! Besides, for the sake of your tribe no longer being enemies of our alliance, I will also tell the truth with the Great Chief, our Lord God is very angry now! You know, no matter what world you are in, when the gods are angry, you had better try your best to meet the requirements of the gods, otherwise once the gods will be punished... Of course, our Divine Venerable is extremely merciful and willing to give the tribe a chance to make amends, so be content, Great Chief. ”

The orcs fell silent, except for a few orcs who had been deeply corrupted by the evil power.

"I need to think about this matter, you go down and rest first, and I will inform you when the decision is made. Orgrim waved his hand.

The human knight smiled and nodded, and went down to rest under the guidance of several chieftain guards.

At night, Orgrim sat in his living tent, holding Durontan's letter in the light of candles. Beside him was a green-skinned orc baby, sleeping peacefully.

In his long letter, Durotan described in detail the current situation of the Frostwolf Clan, who were living very well in Kalimdor, and had gradually revived the traditions of the shamans, and gradually restored the traditional life of the orcs before the appearance of Gul'dan. Night Elves, the Minotaur have established a friendly long-term trade exchange with the Frostwolf Clan, and a new city, the city that bears his name, 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 threats of war, no more depravity and madness caused by demonic blood, and no more evil magicians.

To Orgrim's surprise, Durotan was even ready to start a new tribe in the future, a new tribe that was sane and peaceful, but not afraid of war. The Minotaurs have agreed to join the new tribe once it is formed, and the local Darkspear tribal trolls have shown friendliness and become alternate members of the new tribe.

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

Ogrim looked at the green-skinned orc baby and said with a somewhat stunned look in his eyes, his mind full of thoughts.