Orgrim looked in amazement at the rugged orc-style city in front of him, the bones and spikes of various beasts hanging from the earthy yellow walls, and the banner of the frostwolf clan hunting on the city's head.

The city was thriving with wolf cavalry and orc civilians coming in and out of the gates, and a short distance to the east was a newly built dock from which Orgrim and the Thunder King clan disembarked.

He also saw minotaurs and trolls in the city, and the honest minotaurs rumbled through the rough stone streets on giant Kodomon. The Shadowhunters of the Darkspear Trolls acted as city patrols, jumping on rooftops and patrolling any hidden corners where a threat might arise.

"This is our future home?" said Brooks Sarufar of the Thunder King Clan, looking excitedly at the majestic and prosperous city.

Before Orgrim could reply, an equally excited voice rang out from behind the crowd. "That's right, this is our orc's new home. Ohgrimm, long time no see, hahaha!"

Orgrim turned to look at Durontan, and the two hugged fiercely, followed by a guilty expression.

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

Durotan patted his old friend on the shoulder, and although his eyes showed great worry, he still comforted his old friend. "I've heard it all, it's not your fault Orgrim, the tribe was about to be defeated at that time, and no one can guarantee what humans will do to the orcs in the end, you are not wrong, and Gouyl must still be alive. Don't beat yourself up for that, my friend. ”

Then Durotan showed a worried look: "I also heard that there is a steel tribe on the other side of the sea? Grom and Kargas: They're Death Knights?"

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

Durotan shook his head, "They are now at the behest of the deity who resurrected them, does that deity have a personal guarantee?"

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

"That's good, so I'm relieved, the Night Elves and their gods, I can trust. Durotan breathed a sigh of relief. He then picked up Orgrim and Brooks and walked together towards the Chief's Hall. "Let's go! Let me give you a breeze in our new home! I'm going to show you off about the situation here, haha!"

Located in the middle of Orgrimmar's city, the Chieftain's Hall is a large circular orc building. Durotan was grinning and telling Orgrim about the Frostwolf Orc.

"Finally we had the help of the Night Elves and the Minotaurs, and the city was established so quickly, except for the savage centaurs, the orcs lived very peacefully and happily in this land. Except that there is no familiar weather like Frost Fire Ridge, 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 complicated. Was the Horde's war on the Eastern Kingdom Continent really wrong? The Frostwolf Clan was seen as a coward and a traitor by the Horde, but as a result, the Horde was torn apart, but the Frostwolf Clan found its homeland again. Now those compatriots who are still living a life of pigs and dogs in the shelter, the Dragonthroat Clan who are still fighting guerrilla warfare in the wetland area and the northern human kingdom, and the Red Black Hand and his Blackstone Clan who are surviving in the Burning Plains, which one of them is not extremely miserable and difficult?

"Durotan, if more orcs come here, will you accept them?"

"Of course, as long as it is our countrymen, the gates of Orgrimmar will never be closed to them!"

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

"Then, I'm willing to serve the new Horde Grand Chief!"

Brooks immediately stood up and saluted as well.

Durotan was stunned and quickly shook his head. "I'm not the Great Chief... Tribe.. Wait, you mean, rebuilding the tribe?" Seeing that the two of them nodded immediately, Durotan suddenly fell into deep thought.

He also knew very well the form of the Eastern Kingdom Continent, and now the orcs in the shelter seemed to have broken their backbones, they were no longer brave, and there was no longer hope. Although a new tribe of steel was born, that was not the hope of most orcs. I should do something at this moment, and I must do something.

"The tribe must be re-established, and we want to give hope to our compatriots across the sea. But this Great Chief, Orgrim, I think it's still you... ”

"No, Durontan, the Great Chief must be you! You have proven your wisdom and ability, you have proved 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. ”

Durotan was silent for a moment, then his eyes were filled with determination.

"Then, I accept the position of the Great Chief, and the tribe will be re-established, not only the orcs, but the new tribe will have more friends!"

Soon after, news spread across the continent that Durotan, the patriarch of the Frostwolf Clan, had re-established the orc homeland on the Kalimdor continent, and after accepting the old Clan Grand Chief Orgrim and the Thunder King Clan, he announced the re-establishment of the tribe and assumed the position of the new Clan Grand Chieftain.

The Minotaur and the Darkspear Trolls responded and joined the Horde, and the red tribal banner fluttered again in the Barren Lands and the Mogaore Grasslands.

The Night Elves supported this, and then sent an emissary to the tribal capital of Orgrimmar, establishing friendly diplomatic relations and trade exchanges.

In the Eastern Kingdom Continent, although the Northern Alliance tried its best to suppress the spread of the news, for some reason, the orcs in the shelter still got the news in the first place, and their broken spine was instantly healed again, and their hearts were full of hope.

King Terenus was furious in his palace, and he scolded the Southern Alliance as a traitor to mankind, fighting against the North and the South for his own interests, and even did not hesitate to use the orcs as a barbaric foreign race to the detriment of the interests of the entire human race!

Let's not talk about whether it has harmed the interests of all mankind, at least the interests of the Northern Alliance have damaged a lot, and the orcs have become more and more difficult to control.

However, there was still one thing that made King Terenus happy, that Lord Davar Presto, who was so beloved by the nobles of Lordaeron and even Tyrenus himself, finally obtained the king of Alterac.

And he will marry Lordaeron's princess Galia, and then Lordaeron will be able to rightfully turn Alterac into a lord fief of his own.

Well... The handsome, well-mannered, dark-haired, black-eyed Lord of Presto, who made him the Prince and the Lord of Alterac, was fully worthy of such a good person!