The drums were rumbling, evoking the atmosphere of the battlefield; the horns were powerful, evoking a wild atmosphere. Jin Di curiously observed the huge drum heads and horns, asking what kind of material they were made of.

"It's a drumhead made of clefthoof cowhide, and a horn made of Tabu sheep horns. These two creatures are specialties of the world of Draenor." Iska explained. He is the advisor to Chief Grom and was arranged to entertain

Four distinguished guests.

Compared to the Shadowmoon Clan, which has a strong pioneering spirit, and the Frostwolf Clan, which is willing to integrate into humans, the customs of the Warsong Clan are obviously more inclined to the traditional orc culture. Their banquets retain more of the traditional living habits of the world of Draenor, which is not a problem for those who are not familiar with the world of Draenor.

For the four people who have been to Delano, it was an eye-opener.

Although there was a spacious and magnificent banquet hall in Stromgarde Palace, Grom still ordered that the banquet be held in the city square that could accommodate more people. Soon someone set up a huge cauldron that could cook a whole cow and set it up.

The iron rack for grilling the whole lamb, air-dried bacon and various fruits were quickly placed on the table. A rude guy like Garrushe had already reached out and started it without ceremony.

The bonfire was lit, the drums and trumpets sounded, and some orc warriors came to the field to perform sword dancing, and some people put up arrow stacks to show off their bow skills. One of the arrows missed the target, causing Grom to laugh.

"When the territory was first divided, I fell in love with this place at a glance - the Arathi Highlands." Grom recalled: "Arathi and the Hinterlands in this world are the environments closest to our hometown of War Song - Nagrand.

After the land was divided four years ago, Arathi belonged to our Warsong, while the Hinterland was assigned to the Thunder God clan."

"If you like the Hinterlands, grab them!" Garrosh suddenly interjected: "How can the Thundergod Clan and the Frostwolf Clan be our opponents in the War Song?"

"Shut up! How can you interrupt here?" Grom was furious and scolded: "Get out of the room! You are not allowed to attend the banquet!"

Garrosh glared at his father with dissatisfaction and walked towards the palace angrily.

"What a stupid son, I didn't educate him well!" Grom sighed. Although he has been a hero for half his life, he is just an ordinary father when facing his son.

"Why is his skin color different from yours?" Jindy asked.

"He is a Mag'har orc!" Thrall said: "More than twenty years ago, before the tribe was established, a plague suddenly spread among the orcs. After discussion, each clan gathered all the infected people in

They came to Nagrand and built a small village for them. These infected orcs were isolated from the tribe and were not affected by the evil energy. Instead, they maintained their natural brown skin, so they were called Mag'har."

"Yes, Garrosh, who was just born at that time, was also among them. So although our father and son are not far apart, we have not been together for many years." Grom said.

Thrall took over the topic and said: "The leaders of these infected people are my grandparents who I have never met, the former Frostwolf Chief Galada and his wife Gaiaan. After my grandfather died of illness, in order to commemorate his efforts, that village

The man named Garadar. Garrosh is an orc who grew up in Garadar. He has not lived with his compatriots from the Warsong clan for a long time, so it is inevitable that he has a withdrawn and extreme personality."

"Yes!" Grom sighed: "Due to the disease, he has had low self-esteem since he was a child. Garadar has few friends of the same age, and the lack of father's love has formed his twisted, arrogant and stubborn character."

"Isn't this just a problem child?" Jin Di took a bite of bacon and said, "Why don't we go play with him?"

"What are you playing for?" Madanchi asked.

"What do you think?" Tailan's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth curved into an evil arc.

Grom, a rough man, was so moved that he held Tailan's hand and said excitedly: "It's great that you are willing to make friends with him!"

"Why are you being so polite as a family? Leave the matter of your nephew to us!" Tailan laughed and patted Grom on the shoulder, already starting to think of all kinds of bad ideas in his heart.

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Garrosh lay on his bed, angrily thinking about this terrible day.

First, an airship crash-landed within his own jurisdiction and exploded. When he went to control the scene, he was blocked by a Frostwolf orc. His human companion even defeated him in a duel. What was even worse was the man with a smirk on his face.

The human being actually called his father a brother, but he forced himself to apologize to him! After a long and frustrating day, he was driven back from the banquet by his father due to his bad mood and a sudden slip of the tongue. In front of the whole clan

Shame on you!

That Frostwolf orc and his friends were all too much! Garrosh gnashed his teeth in hatred and tossed over and over on the bed. At this moment, a disgusting voice came from outside the window.

"Garrosh, I'm here to see you."

"Hmph, Go'ir of the Frostwolf Clan, what are you doing here pretending to be?"

"You were raised by my grandmother Gaia'an, and we are all her children." Sal smiled affectionately: "So we should be friends, right?"

"Friends?" Garrosh smiled arrogantly: "Orcs are a noble race who were born in war and died on the battlefield. We only need one kind of friend, a comrade who can trust us with life and death! Are you worthy?"

"Son of Grom, don't even think about humiliating me!" Thrall looked calm and said with a smile: "Our fathers are partners in building a great cause. You and I cannot fight to the death, but we can still compete. Why don't we come here?"

——Let’s arm-wrestle!”

"Huh?" Garrosh was stunned.

"How about judging who is the stronger man by his strength of arms?" Sal said confidently.

"Okay! I won't lose to you!" Garrosh stood in front of the window and opened it. His room was at the back of the palace. At this time, the roof blocked the moonlight, and it was so dark outside that he could only barely distinguish it.

Sal's figure in front of the window.

Thrall put his strong arm on the window sill. Garrosh put his thick arm up without showing any signs of weakness, and held hands with Thrall. The two orcs were really strong, with two right arms.

The shiny biceps are as solid as stones, each bulging with the breath, full of strength.

"Three, two, one, start!" As Thrall shouted angrily, Garrosh exerted force and pushed down Thrall's wrist!

"Admit defeat, Go'el!" Garrosh had an absolute advantage. He kept exerting force, the veins on his arms popped out, and every muscle was as hard as an iron knot.

Seeing that his opponent's arm was about to be crushed by him, Thrall burst out with an unprecedented force from nowhere, and the force suddenly increased several times. Garrosh was caught off guard and could not resist it at all. Not to mention holding his arm.

The whole person was actually taken down and fell directly in front of the window. He even hit his head on the window sill and almost broke his skin.

"I won, haha!" Thrall seemed to have exerted too much force, and his whole body jumped to the other side of the window. Garrushe vaguely saw his figure slowly walking back, raising his right arm high, and then bending his elbow to show

Twitched the muscles.

"I can't believe that a guy like you, who looks like a weak chicken, is actually so strong!" Garrosh admired him sincerely, and his tone became much gentler: "You win, you are an orc with pure blood!"

"Hahaha." Thrall smiled awkwardly, thinking that Garrosh was not a bad person in nature, and he would still have to correct his bad habits of racial discrimination if he had the opportunity.

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Not far away, Tyran, dressed in black, jumped off the warg's back and high-fived Med'an in celebration.

It turns out that Thrall was not standing in front of the window just now, but riding on the back of the wolf under the window with Tailan! Tailan, who had changed into black clothes, lowered his head, and the big black seat provided by Grom under his crotch

The wolves were hidden in the dim night. When Thrall was about to lose, Tyran clamped his legs together, and the warg pounced forward with great force. Thrall overwhelmed Garrosh and took him with him.

His whole body fell down.

Then Thrall jumped off the wolf's back, turned around and pretended to be calm and calm. He completely deceived Garrosh who had just climbed up!

Except for the fact that Thrall couldn't help laughing at the bruise on Garrosh's head, the whole plan was perfect.

"If he is a problem child, we are bad boys." Jindi chewed bacon and said happily: "By the way, Garrosh was stepped on the wrist by Tyran first, and then broke his wrist by Thrall. It is estimated that tomorrow

My luck will get better."

Madan asked: "Why does luck get better?"

Jin Di blinked his big eyes: "Isn't there a saying that says, 'Everything with your hands will bring good luck'?"
Chapter completed!