16. Kings and chieftains --- brothers for the sake [29/30]
"Do you believe what he said?"
Uther, who was walking towards the portal, asked in a low voice: "Those words of peace."
"Tell the truth."
Fording glanced at the orcs following him from the corner of his eye, and he whispered:
"I don't believe a word of it! I prefer to believe that this is a stupid assassination targeting the kings. Go ahead, Uther, take them to Lordaeron and leave the battlefield to me."
"kindness."
Uther nodded and stepped into the portal in front of him. After the slight feeling of weightlessness passed away, he appeared outside the palace of Lordaeron. The portal specially opened by the mages was at a very good location.
Accurately, in front of the paladin, there are 200 fully armed royal guards.
Uther turned around and looked at the five orcs walking out of the portal behind him. He said coldly in a tone that would reject people thousands of miles away:
"Due to your danger, we have to lock you up, Orgrim. We and you both know what you can do when you go crazy. If you really do what you said, with a peaceful mind,
If you come by your will, then I think this shouldn’t be considered a humiliation for you, right?”
Orgrim looked at the eager royal guards in front of him. He shrugged and handed the warhammer in his hand to Thrall behind him. Then he took a step forward and stretched out his hands towards Uther. He stared at Uther.
Seer's eyes whispered:
"It seems that you are really scared by me, Paladin. Anything I bring will scare you, even what you need most...peace."
Orgrim's ridicule made the four young orcs behind him laugh, which also made the paladin's face look even uglier. He waved his finger, and the royal guard stepped forward and cuffed a pair of heavy magic shackles on his face.
Orgrim's hands.
Behind the former warchief, another young orc with brown skin bared his teeth at the human in front of him. He took a step forward and, like Orgrim, stretched out his hands towards the paladin:
"I am Garrosh Hellscream, the son of Grommash Hellscream, the chief of the Warsong clan. I am here on behalf of the Warsong clan. Since you are afraid of the warchief, then maybe you will be afraid of me! Come on, lock me up too.
Go up, or more simply, kill me, and then join the reunited orcs in your land for a third war that will destroy everything. Anyway, isn’t this what you are looking forward to?”
Facing the ridicule of the young orc, Uther shook his head, pointed at Garrosh's chest, and said in a deep voice:
"You little bastard who hasn't had blood on your hands yet, don't be so anxious to show yourself off. I locked Orgrim because I was worried about him slyly escaping from me again. As for you...you and your
The butcher father is far behind, but this means you can still be saved."
Garrosh's face became hot due to Uther's bitter taunt. He clenched his fists and wanted to make a reckless attack, but was held tightly by Thrall behind him. Thrall was in Garrosh's ear.
explain:
"Calm down, he's irritating you! Don't be fooled!"
After hearing this, Garrosh gritted his teeth, but took a step back obediently. He knew that he was not as smart as Thrall, and when he was surrounded by a group of humans with ill intentions, he felt that he had better listen to Thrall.
Your suggestion is better.
"Hmph, a smart orc who can use his brain."
Uther glanced at Thrall who was quiet, and he said softly:
"This is really rare, come with me, "envoys", the kings are already waiting for you!"
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"哐"
The heavy door of the King's Council Hall, which had not been opened for a long time, was pushed open again. Under the vigilant eyes of the royal guards, Orgrim, whose hands were locked, walked step by step into the palace decorated with gorgeous carpets and luxurious decorations.
Amidst the collision of the chains on his feet, a trace of disappointment flashed in Orgrim's eyes.
He once had an opportunity to enter here grandly as a winner, but unfortunately, he has lost that opportunity.
Orgrim raised his head. On the round table in front of him, three kings, a duke and an archmage were sitting. Compared with when he accepted the "trial" a few years ago, the kings gathered together and the princes gathered together.
"Splendid scene", the scene in front of him made the chief feel a little bit..."miserable".
"Ah, it seems that it wasn't just the orcs who failed."
Under the gazes of the kings, Orgrim sat generously on the chair prepared for him. He looked at the kings in front of him and said softly:
"The alliance actually didn't win either..."
"Do you need me to tell you with my long sword again, we won!"
Dailin Proudmoore, who was sitting at the round table, squinted his eyes and looked at the thin Orgrim. He whispered maliciously:
"And what I'm more curious about is, what kind of stupid person would fall into a trap again after escaping? What? Mr. Orgrim, are you tired of living? Seriously, I don't mind using a
A bullet will send you away from this world, and that will be the happiest thing for me in the first half of my life."
"Did you really win?"
Orgrim raised his locked hands and waved them in the air:
"If you really win, then there should be at least 6 kings and representatives of foreign races sitting in front of me. That will be an amazing number of parliaments, instead of the 5 lonely people now, including three old men like Paul.
And the Crone, the alliance that defeated the Horde split... right after you declared yourselves "victory"!"
This rude retort made Dai Lin's eyes become dangerous. The Archmage Modera, who represented Dalaran, seemed not to have heard the orcs' taunts.
King Thoras, who came to the meeting sickly, was unwilling to quarrel with Orgrim. The old king of Lordaeron glanced at Orgrim in disgust, and tapped the scepter in his hand on the ground.
"Let's be honest, orcs, you said you came with the intention of peace, but your army is still attacking our army in the Arathi Highlands and the southern border of the mainland. Is this what you understand by "peace"?"
"General Danas and his brave soldiers in the Arathi Highlands were only surrounded, not wiped out! And Lakeside Town in the Kingdom of Stormwind was only burned, not massacred! I think this has probably proved the goodwill of the tribe.
.”
Orgrim said meaningfully:
"Duke Bolvar, right? You are here on behalf of Stormwind City, so please tell me how many civilian casualties you suffered when the Bleeding Circle clan attacked the Redridge Mountain prisoner of war camp?"
"There were no civilian casualties, but their homes were burned to the ground!"
The Duke of Beauval looked very ugly, clenched his fists tightly, and said loudly:
"But the Blackrock clan used despicable means to raid our base in the Burning Steppes! You are the same disgusting group of butchers as before!"
"With all due respect, the alliance is really too weak."
Orgrim shook his head:
"Until now, you haven't even figured out who you are fighting. What I want to say is that the Blackstone clan is no longer one of us. Their chief has gone crazy. They belong to the old tribe, not the new tribe!"
"So what?"
Dai Lin mocked: "They are also orcs, aren't they?"
"But Gilneas are all humans, and they may not necessarily be of the same mind as you. They just left the alliance, right?"
Orgrim shrugged, a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes:
"Don't waste time on these minutiae. Grommash is commanding the tribe's army now, and he is not willing to negotiate peace with you. What you need to know is that in the entire new tribe's camp, those who want to exchange for peace,
Maybe it's just me, so if I were you, I would cherish the opportunity in front of me."
"Danas will not lose, I believe in him."
King Thoras leaned on the throne with a tired look on his face. His fire of life was already very weak. After Prince Garin returns, the Kingdom of Stromgard will probably have a new king.
But at the last moment of his life, this king who had been resolute all his life was unwilling to bow his head. He closed his eyes and said:
"If you threaten us with the warriors of Stromgard, you have made the wrong calculation! Orcs, we want peace, but there will never be peace with you!"
"So even if you are facing the crisis of separation, before you die, you will stab my heart with a knife and drag me to hell with you?"
Orgrim sighed:
"I don't want to comment too much on the outcome of the Second War, but if you still cherish the lives of the soldiers, I think we can talk about it. The four children who came with me represent the Frostwolf Clan, the Warsong Clan, and the Thunder Clan.
The Wang Clan and the Blood Ring Clan, according to your tradition, they should be called princes, this is the sincerity of the new tribe!"
"Listen to me, humans, it is not good for anyone to continue fighting at this moment. Besides, don't you want to hear my conditions?"
Archmage Modera, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke:
"Then tell us, orc, let us know that you are not risking your life for a joke!"
"The tribe will give up all the areas it currently occupies in the eastern continent!"
Orgrim closed his eyes and said in a deep voice:
"Including the Alterac Valley, the Wasteland, the Hinterlands and Stranglethorn Vale, if you are willing to exchange for peace, then I can guarantee that in a few months, there will not be even a single orc in the entire eastern continent.
The Horde will no longer threaten any civilians or villages in the Alliance, except, of course, the Blackstone Clan."
"Um?"
King Terenas, who had been thinking with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes. He turned to look at the others. Even Dai Lin, who hated the orcs the most, had a look of surprise in his eyes.
"Are you going back to Draenor?"
Archmage Modera asked: "Is this all your conditions?"
"No, first of all, Draenor can't go back. We don't have a way to open the Dark Portal."
The former chieftain said helplessly:
"And that place is already occupied by the undead, so we are going to another place."
"Kalimdor!"
Dai Lin said the name word for word. The admiral turned back to look at the others and explained in a low voice:
"Two years ago, when the Third Fleet of Kul Tiras was exploring the coast of Kalimdor, we accidentally discovered traces of orcs, but at the time I thought they were just a group of deserters who had fled the war..."
The King of Kul Tiras turned to look at Orgrim:
"Now it seems that you found a way out for your compatriots long before your failure, right?"
"You can think so."
Orgrim made no excuse:
"The story behind this matter is very long. I don't think anyone wants to waste time on it. Let me tell you straight away. I will persuade the tribe to stop fighting. The premise is that you will release all the imprisoned orc prisoners. If necessary,
I also hope you can provide some boats, of course, this is a one-way trip, and we will pay for the boat fare if you need it."
"Then wait for the orcs to recuperate in Kalimdor, wait until you regain your strength, and fight back across the sea again?"
Dai Lin looked at Orgrim with a look that looked like a fool. His fingers jumped on the table several times and he asked:
"Do you think I would be so stupid? Do you want me to let the tiger go? How many innocent humans have you killed? After 10 years of war, why should I agree to you?"
"Then how many orcs have you killed?"
Orgrim stared into Daelin's eyes and said:
"The old tribe has paid the price for the past war. The new tribe now wants to dilute the hatred, but you, you are holding the sword of hatred and unwilling to let go. Even if the last human soldier falls, you will let us
Die on your land, right? Do you know what we would do?"
"Bang"
Orgrim stood up, his body straight like the former tribal chief, and his roar sounded in the palace:
"We will fight back to the death! Even if the last orc dies on the battlefield, we will drag the enemy with us to your hell! The orcs have no home anymore, and we have nothing but dignity! I abandoned my dignity and came here
This is not for you to humiliate me, Daelin Proudmoore, please listen to me clearly!"
"The person who wants to continue the war now is not me! The person who wants both sides to continue to bleed is not me! The person who is unwilling to put down the butcher's knife is not me!"
"You still want war, right?"
Orgrim's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and the chains binding his arms made a rattling sound:
"Then kill me. Use the lives of your best generals and tens of thousands of soldiers to bury me with me and add another blood feud between humans and orcs! Until one of the two sides falls completely and all the blood is drained.
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"The orcs may be extinct, but how long can your fragile alliance last? Do you want another "brilliant" victory, so that the final alliance will fall apart and human civilization will completely decline in the clouds? Do you want that result?"
"Let me tell you, this will be a war without a winner!"
