I remember a saint who said that there are seven deadly sins in the human world.

It doesn't matter which saint said it, but what he said was true. These seven deadly sins are the original sins of mankind and the root cause of mankind's destruction.

I remember lust, I remember this most clearly, and arrogance, jealousy, or whatever, I can't remember this. And one of the things I remember more clearly is anger, which can also be called recklessness.

Recklessness is bigger, more and more serious than the catastrophe that rage causes.

Listen to people's advice and eat well.

This is a proverb I heard when I was a beggar, and I always remember it. Although I hate giving me advice, reasoning with me, and educating me, it doesn't mean that I don't agree with this sentence.

In this place, you don't have to look at the problem with any kind of dog's dialectic, what advice should be listened to, what advice should not be listened to, don't fight with me.

This thing is true most of the time.

Little Sarufar was actually a relatively good young orc, and he had inherited his father's strong physique, perseverance, and temper very well. But it is a pity that he did not inherit his father's idea of obedience to orders as a soldier.

This matter was entirely a personal decision of little Sarufar, who made it on his own as soon as his head was hot.

In fact, before planning this battle, I openly and secretly told Sarufar not to put his son in the most dangerous place on the front. He agreed, too, but apparently only verbally.

The flanks are not the main force, and the biggest role of the flank in a battle is to assist, and it is a force that helps the main force to attack interspersed. Although the head work is not his, at least he will not let himself die prematurely because of the direct and positive fierce death-causing conflict.

In the opening game of this battle, the league did play with momentum, state, and style, but the second wave of offense was obviously already difficult, and it was very difficult.

Because the alliance did not send all the troops, that is to say, the alliance did not do its best at that time, this battle still needs to be observed, and the vanguard troops do not need to rush up at all.

I was surprised, disappointed and worried! I have a deep friendship with him, we have known each other for a long time, especially in the war between Silishus and the Angela Bugs, and the friendship between us because of the more cooperation and side by side, coupled with the fact that his father, King Sarufar, took care of me during their time in Orgrimmar, I am not only grateful to this family, but I sincerely hope that they will not only be successful in battle, but also live a long time.

But I've calculated that little Sarufar still has an accident, or something has gone wrong with him!

He led the army out to kill, and not only could he not recruit him back, but also disrupted our initial combat deployment.

Let's say that he died in battle, even if he didn't die in battle, he won't receive any reward for winning the battle in the end. But it doesn't matter anymore, he died, no one would criticize and judge him for his mistakes, and no one would praise him too much for his bravery, he died heroically.

When I learned that it was him who rushed out, I was more vehement, and it was uncomfortable for this guy to stare at people with his little eyes, and that's his character. Especially when he is dissatisfied with someone, suspicious of someone, and hostile to someone, he will look directly at the other party, and that sense of oppression and murderous aura arises spontaneously.

At this point he questioned me, and my answer did not satisfy him.

The reserve army of the alliance was dispatched again, and it was planned that our vanguard would be dispatched at this time. This is the same force that I expected to die.

The two sides fought fiercely in front of the Gate of Damnation, and this loss led the Alliance to send an ambassador directly to ask why we didn't press our troops down. Garrosh looked at the news brought by the Alliance Ambassadors, and he began to sit still.

And when Sarufar stood up, I was shocked. And when he said he could lead the charge, I stood up.

"I'll go for you." I say.

He flatly refused.

I grabbed him, "I'll bring your son back." ”

"But I'll wash away my son's shame!" He said.

"When it comes to facing the Lich King, I'll support you for this glory, but now you don't have to make up for this little mistake yourself." I say.

"No way!" "I'm not going to miss a fight," he said. ”

"You have more important things." I said, "When the Lich King appears, you have a chance. ”

I looked at Garrosh, "Until then, I'll do the chores." ”

Garrosh suppressed his voice, "Then don't die. ”

"I've already died once." I said, "I know better than you know how to live better." ”

In fact, my plan at this time was to rush forward and take little Sarufar's troops to a place where they would not have to die. In order to keep him out of attack, I also found a banner for the Forsaken.

Hmph, I was trying to make Warimatas see me, but that guy ......

Gee! I just hate that I didn't kill him with my own hands.

I rushed up with a light cavalry of 300 people, the wolf on the tribe's side is a very precious and very important strategic resource, although we rode the wolf to rush in, but after rushing in, we have to get off the mount.

After we come down, the wolves will automatically return to the camp, and at special times there will be special people riding them for the final or most important charge.

At this time, I was looking at the top of the mountain to the side, and at the same time I was looking at the gate of damnation that was getting closer and closer. I also looked up to take a good look at the Hunting Banner of the Forsaken with Sylvanas' head on it.

I didn't get off my mount after we rushed in, but I walked through the crowd, I tried to find little Sarufar, and began to stand high on it and see far away, and little Sarufar's troops were probably still numbered, but once they rushed in, it was not like that, and they were drowned in the vast sea of people and the chaos of battle.

At this point I don't have any desire to fight, I just want to find little Sarufar.

By the time I found him, the second wave of attacks had already been completed, and what surprised me the most was that this guy was actually working with Bolvar. Vortagen stood together!

You know Berval. Is Vortagan right?

Yes, it was him, Grand Duke of the Stormwind Kingdom, former Regent, a brave and fearless warrior, a great paladin who died at the Gate of Damnation.

Is that what you write about him in your books?

Ha! It's fart.

Yes, I'm not wrong, it's fart.

Because he didn't die, he didn't die at all.

Yes, according to the book, it is rumored that he died, and died heroically, but on the contrary, he not only did not die, but also became the new Lich King.

You seem to be ...... Not surprised.

Do you know him later? Or what? Why aren't you surprised?

It seems that you have no feelings for him...... Hmph, but how can you not be surprised that the Lich King still exists?

Your surprise, your cooperation with what I said, at least give me a little feedback, okay? It's hard for me to be interested in telling you this story vividly. I still remember it vividly.

Do you know what I mean by that?

I don't really have a relationship with Bolvar, I don't like this man, and I've had a strange animosity towards the old people of the Stormwind Kingdom since my break with Varian.

At this time, the battle situation is obviously that we have already won, although we have not broken through the gate of the Gate of Damnation, and we have not captured the city wall, but when we enter this distance, once the follow-up equipment is in place, it will not be a big problem to blast open the city wall.

When the second wave of attacks was thwarted, I thought it might stop there, and as for the later face of the Lich King's arrival, it might not be there. Unexpectedly, the Lich King did not appear at this time, and the two groups were cleaning up the last remnants, and the engineering vehicles behind them gradually drove over.

I looked up the hill not far away, and by this time the Forsaken were already in place as the battle line advanced. I didn't expect this bunch of guys to be so fast.

I wish they could see it when I was fighting on the battlefield just now.

I stood back, waiting for little Sarufar to withdraw, but the guy stood with Bolval and spoke.

Just as I was about to find someone to send him a message to call him back, the gate of damnation suddenly opened, and a large number of gargoyles flew out of the sky, and I don't know what they were, but they could fly.

Then I watched as a figure stepped out of the gate, a familiar figure riding a war horse, dressed in iron-gray skull armor, and holding a sword that glowed with a pale blue light.

Alsace!

I was in a hurry, and I hurriedly grabbed an orc, and asked him to send a message to little Sarufar, telling him to withdraw first. Because now there are a few generals on top. At this time, the alliance made by the tribe will not have too many complaints, complaints or talks for the time being.

But I saw clearly that the boy had spoken something to my herald, looked back, and immediately turned his head back.

Seeing this scene, I decided to be ready to go up and save his life at any time, but what I never expected was that one was him, and the other was Bowar, who immediately began a new round of charge with people.

I know that both King Sarufar and Garrosh should have seen Arthas appear at this time, and they must have begun to move. I hope they will listen to me and not be impulsive! Don't be impulsive!

I turned to the orc soldiers around me and said for a moment, if you need to charge, be sure to follow me!

But by the time I turned my head to look at little Sarufar, he had already rushed to Arthas.

My heart hung in the air, I slammed the flag, and shouted to rush me!

At this point, I wish I could have the ability to poke Arthas off his horse at once, so far away. I watched as little Sarufar rushed forward.

Don't die! Don't die!

But when he rushed in front of Arthas, he was directly cut off by Arthas in just one face.

I could see it very clearly, the blue glowing sword arcing through the air, the proud battle axe in little Sarufar's hand, the skeletal battle axe of the High Overseer that his father had passed on to him, and shattered to smithereens.

I saw blood fly out, spurting blood to form a mist of blood. Little Sarufar didn't turn his head back, and he just fell straight to the back.

His name was little Sarufar, and everyone called him that, but he had his own name, and he was proud of the color of his skin, and he was proud of his orc, and he was proud of his homeland, and his name was Dranosh, a common name for the orcs of the old tribe.

Draenor is his hometown, a place that can never be returned.

His name is Dranoche and his name is Dranoche. Sarufar, a valiant warrior.