The airship made an emergency landing with billowing smoke coming from the engine. Several goblin attendants organized the passengers to evacuate in an orderly manner. As soon as everyone had evacuated to a safe distance, the airship exploded with a loud bang that lasted for more than ten people.

It can be heard kilometers away.

Thrall comforted the passengers and said: "Please be calm, everyone. There is such a big movement, it is estimated that guards will come from Tarren Mill soon."

"No one will come from Tarren Mill." The goblin pilot said dejectedly: "When the terrorists just entered the cab, I secretly adjusted the route. Coupled with the loss of control during the final emergency landing, the current position should be in Xi

The Arathi Highlands to the east of the Sblad Hills."

Med'an shuddered when he heard this and murmured to himself: "I don't have any good memories of this damn place like Arathi Highlands."

"Arathi Highlands?" Thrall frowned and said: "It is actually the territory of the Warsong Clan, which is a bit tricky. The madmen of the Warsong Clan are not easy to communicate with."

Before he finished speaking, wolves howled in the distance, and soon a small group of wolf cavalry appeared on the horizon. The orc at the head was a strong bald man. He looked relatively young, and his brown-red skin showed through.

Healthy and energetic, with broad shoulders, a wide chin and an arrogant look that defies everything.

"The wolf cavalry of the Warsong clan?" Tailan thought to himself: "It's very similar to what I dreamed about."

This small group of wolf cavalry roared over, and the bald orc at the head shouted: "You are not allowed to resist, any offenders will be killed without mercy!"

Thrall stepped forward and said, "I am Go'ir of the Frostwolf clan, son of Durotan. Who is here?"

"Humph, I didn't let you speak!" Baldhead roared rudely, but after hearing Durotan's name, he still reported his name: "I am Garrush Hellscream, son of Grom, from the Warsong clan.

Future Chief! I am in charge of this place, others should not talk too much!"

Sal's eyes widened in surprise and said: "We are the parties involved, don't you need to know our views?"

"No need!" Garrosh stared at Thrall and said fiercely: "I have eyes and I can see for myself. No one should try to deceive me. Even the Frostwolves must shut up!"

"Okay, okay." Thrall was a little confused and stood aside calmly. It means that he is gentle by nature. If it were other orcs with violent tempers, they would have fought with Garrushe long ago.

Garrosh forcibly interrogated all the orc passengers, except Thrall. Thrall frowned.

"Didn't this guy even ask the goblin pilot?" Med'an also felt in his heart that this bald orc was too confused.

"He is probably a racist." Thrall said with a gloomy face: "They only appreciate orcs, and do not like all other races including allies such as trolls and goblins, and it is impossible to like dwarfs and humans!"

Garrosh soon finished his investigation and immediately announced: "Tie up everyone except the orcs! Take them all to Stromgarde!"

"What the hell are you doing!" Thrall finally couldn't bear it anymore and stepped forward to question: "These are the distinguished guests of our Frostwolf clan, and you will never be allowed to do anything wrong!"

"Oh?" Garrosh raised his eyebrows and said in a mocking tone: "Humans, orcs, and dwarves are all your distinguished guests? Sure enough, weak clans have weak guests."

"Shut up!" Thrall heard him insult the clan and became furious like a lion. "Take back your words, Garrosh!"

"What if I don't take it back? Go'ir!" Garrosh also got angry. He had a bad temper, and no one except his father could dissuade him when he was stubborn.

"Makgora!" Although Thrall is usually gentle and gentle, he is reckless when he gets angry. He knows that if he and Garrosh really fight to the death, it will definitely cause discord between the two clans, but for the honor of the clan and the interests of his friends,

He doesn't care about dignity anymore.

But Tailan was already standing in front of him.

"What are you talking about, Makgora? Let me do it!" He said to Sal calmly: "The old man asked me to take good care of you, but I can't let you do whatever you want."

"Hahaha, human?" Garrosh laughed wildly: "With your inferior bloodline, do you dare to challenge the warriors of the Warsong clan?"

"Do the people of the Warsong clan only know how to sing and talk?" Tailan shrugged and said sarcastically in kind: "Sure enough, weak clans have the name of weak!"

"Damn humans!" Garrosh was furious. He pulled out the ax from his back and jumped up to strike hard.

But this blow completely missed him. Tailan's figure was as fast as a ghost. She had already ducked behind him and slashed across him with her sword.

Garrosh was by no means an ordinary person. He immediately retracted his ax and blocked the blow when he missed it. However, Tyran was still more skilled. He squatted down and kicked Garrosh right in front of him.

At the bend of his knees, Garrosh suddenly lost his balance and fell forward.

With Tyran's speed, how could he miss such a good opportunity? He stepped on Garrosh's axe-holding wrist and pointed the shining sword tip at the enemy's neck with a whoosh.

"Admit defeat!" he said coldly.

"Hahaha." Garrosh suddenly sneered: "Stupid humans, the rule of Makgora is-until death!" As he spoke, he concentrated all his strength on his right arm, and suddenly raised it.

Tailan's whole body flew up.

"A few moments!" Tyran did not dare to underestimate the enemy, and stood ready with his sword horizontally. This Garrosh was equipped with brute strength and martial arts. He was not slow even though he wore half a heavy armor. In terms of overall combat power, he was still above Duke Fabreste.

I saw him striding forward, and the giant ax in his hand slashed down with a force that created the world.

"Dang, dang, dang", the two of them exchanged dozens of moves in an instant. Garrosh was no longer blind and careless, and used the ax technique to open and close with a certain degree of relaxation, but Tailan could not gain the upper hand for a while.

However, after a long battle, Tailan was more experienced, and gradually saw through the opponent's axe. As Garrosh slashed hard again, Tailan had already predicted that he would retreat and avoid the sharp edge, and heeled a little.

He immediately jumped to the opponent's side and thrust out the sword in his hand like lightning.

This sword no longer held back its hand, it stabbed Garrushe's elbow and then flicked it, leaving a long trail of blood on his entire forearm.

Garrosh was even more furious when he was in pain. He roared and tried to fight for his life, but Thrall hugged him from behind.

"The victory has been decided, don't fight anymore!" Thrall shouted in his ear.

"Fart! There is no victory or defeat in Makgora, only life and death!" Garrosh also shouted.

"I'm a human being. Who wants to play Maggora with you orcs?" Tyran interrupted: "I just want to compete with you. Now I won and I won't fight. This is our human culture.

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Thrall glanced at Tyran with gratitude. He knew that Tyran didn't want to embarrass himself, so he didn't kill him. If he had gone all out, Garrosh would have been killed long ago.

Garrosh tried his best to break free from Thrall's bear hug, but he didn't have the strength or fighting spirit to fight again. He was panting, and he didn't know whether he was exhausted or angry.

Just when the battle finally came to an end, a loud voice sounded in the distance:
Chapter completed!