"Sal..."

The familiar glutinous female voice came from his ears, and the young orc looked back, and through the misty rain curtain, a thin figure stood not far away, looking at him tremblingly. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Why did you get out?"

Strode over, ripped off the cloak on his body, wrapped it around the girl in front of him, and then took it in his arms and walked quickly into the pavilion, Gouil frowned and said, the person in front of him obviously found himself in the rain all the way, and his whole body was soaked.

"I'm a little scared... Sal!"

Clutching the corner of Gouyle's clothes, Taresa whispered, a teardrop unconsciously hanging from the corner of her eye.

"It's okay, soon, Taresha, it's going to be over soon!"

The originally slightly stern words suddenly softened, and Gouyl whispered to comfort the human girl in his arms, but a cold snort suddenly sounded in his ears, and the orc youth turned his head to look over, and a strong figure stood behind him silently.

Staring at a pair of black and green eyes with a hint of red, Grom glanced at the human girl in Gouyle's arms, and directly frightened Taresa into Gouyle's arms and shrank even more.

"Your Excellency!"

Pulling the human girl behind him and clinging to his back, Gouyl said respectfully to the orc chief in front of him.

"Gouyle, thanks to you, you were able to take this human center city so easily!

Retracting his gaze at the human girl, Grom turned his head to look at the young shaman in front of him, his face showed a rare relief, and said slowly, the eighteen-year-old high-level warrior, coupled with the wisdom and courage far beyond this age, the son of this old friend only took a few battles to gain the support of the orc warriors, this time, it was the battle to capture Tarenmir that led the elite warriors of the three brigades under his command to successfully defeat the main human army from the side, so that the orc army in front easily obtained this human city.

"My lord, this is what I should have done, but..."

Feeling Taresha's body behind her tremble violently, Gouyl tightened her grip on her hand, stared at the orc warrior in front of him, and hesitated for a moment not knowing how to speak.

"Say anything, Goyle, he's your uncle, don't use what you learned from anthropology on your own people!"

Unlike Grom, who was quietly waiting for Gouil to speak, Orgrimmar, who also came from the misty rain, gently tapped the orc youth's head with his hand and said with a frown. And as soon as the orc entered this small pavilion, a thick and viscous smell of blood permeated, and the human girl behind Gouyl immediately covered her mouth in horror, closed her eyes and leaned on Gouyl in front of her.

"Uncle, we don't need to slaughter all the captured human cities... This will not only slow down the process of our march and rescue the other people, but will also attract the attention and extreme hatred of humanity, and accelerate the build-up of the opposing army..."

Glancing helplessly at Grom, who was still calm, Gouyl repeated his advice to Ogrim, though he also knew that it was almost useless. Sure enough, before he could finish speaking, the other party waved his hand to interrupt him, but there was still no impatience or disgust on his face, the orc warrior took a deep breath, and the smell of blood around him suddenly contracted, and after a while, only a little feeling remained.

Grinning at the orc youth in front of him, Orgrim took out an illustrated album of indiscernible materials and handed it to the son of his friend in front of him.

"Find a quiet place to see!"

"Nature's Language, Shaman Scroll?!"

As a result, Gouyle looked at the four orc words on the cover and said with some surprise.

"I found it in the study of the lord of this city, did I think that there would be a shaman with the inheritance atlas to Azeroth, but I don't know what the specific content is, although it will take a while for the great shaman of Drektar to respond before he can come and make peace with us, but you can also look at it in advance!"

"What a smart lad!"

Looking at Gouyle, who was pulling the human girl into the rain curtain, Orgrim seemed to say to himself, to his chieftain.

"I still can't hold it anymore...!"

When Guy's figure was completely invisible, he didn't speak much, and Grom, who was standing there calmly, began to have a purple-black mist on his face, his hands trembled slightly, and purple-black green tendons burst out on his body, looking particularly hideous like an old vine.

And Orgrim, who was standing next to him, immediately noticed that something was wrong with the other party, grabbed Grom's hands, and with a low roar, the thick anger enveloped the orcs in front of him, and little by little the purple-black energy leaking from Grom's body was consumed, and it took more than half an hour to barely let the face of the orc chief be exposed again.

"Roar~Roar~!"

took a big step back, gasped a few times, and Orgrim smashed his fist on the stomach of the orc opposite, and the current chief of the orc, who was directly hit, bent down slightly, his face twitched, and he was really relieved, and sat on the ground with his ass.

"How long is it, old man!"

After a pause, Orgrim turned his head to see Grom, who seemed to have aged for several years in an instant, and an indescribable desolation rushed to his heart, and the old orc warrior lowered his head and stopped looking at each other, and said in a sullen voice.

"It won't last long, and your anger is almost at the limit! Even if I continue to devour human souls at the same time to delay demonization, the void evil energy and demonic blood in my body are eating away at my brain all the time!"

Rubbing his stomach, Grom's face was a little open-minded, and he continued with a calm face.

"Orgrim, it seems that in the end, the banner of the tribe still needs to be carried by you!"

"Hmph! Back then, you took it, and now you're going to die, so you're going to give it back to me? I'm a warrior, and what I lost can only be snatched back through battle! If it weren't for the fear that your old arms and legs won't be able to move, Lao Tzu would have cleaned you up a long time ago!"

Hearing this, Orgrim glanced up at Grom, and after a few words twitched at the corners of his mouth, he turned his head and walked into the rain outside the pavilion.

"Demons, you're still going to fail, orcs, you're not going to be enslaved anymore!"

Calmly looking at Orgrim's back as he faded away, Grom suddenly said to the bottom of his heart.

"Far away from home, away from loved ones, away from your elemental protectors! On this planet, who else can you turn to for help but rely on me? Orcs! Do you really think you can break out of the encirclement of humans with this group of scum!"

Facing the orc chieftain's words, an arrogant voice immediately came out of his heart.

"You said that when I captured Dunhold, Demon! No! Polluter, Akmund!"

"Oh, can you even guess who I am? Hmph! Even if you find him, he is still just an orc, and no matter how powerful the orc shaman is, he will not be able to communicate with the elemental primordial gods far away in Draenor, you are still a bunch of stray dogs!"

With wanton vicious sarcasm, the demon whispered without a hint of scruples.

"Akmund! Orcs are no longer the orcs of those days!"

After bowing his head and being silent for a long time, Grom suddenly raised his head and even spoke.

"We've already started over!" )