A large open space was circled outside the gate of Yongchun Terrace, surrounded by densely packed soldiers from both sides.
Thrall and Garrosh, the two most powerful orcs, took off all their clothes and only wore a piece of cloth around their waists.
According to the ancient tradition of the orcs, both sides should use the most convenient weapons. This time, Thrall and Garrosh were very wise and reached an agreement to give up weapons.
Compared with fists and kicks, weapons are difficult to control, and it is easy to accidentally injure the opponent. If you get angry and fake it, it will really become a life-or-death duel.
How could the noble Thrall and Garrosh waste their lives on boring duels!
Thrall and Garrosh didn't trust each other, so both sides reluctantly agreed to a duel without the use of weapons. After all, it was just a show, performed for the soldiers of both sides.
Before the duel, someone helped anoint their bodies with oil.
Both of them are of noble status, and the oils they apply are not ordinary oils, each has its own magical effect.
The duel began, and Thrall and Garrosh entered the arena. War drums rumbled, and the sound and frequency were very clever. They just covered up their whispers without affecting their heroic speeches.
Garrosh roared boldly: "Thall, the orcs can achieve today's glory because of me, Garrosh, and not because of you, a useless coward."
General Kor'kron cheered, and Garrosh immediately lowered his voice: "Thall, surrender, you are no match for me. The Cave of Time continuously provides me with orcs, and my soldiers are endless. Here is just a small part."
Kor'kron orcs."
Thrall's voice was loud and he mocked in public: "Garrosh, when I led the orcs across the Endless Sea and established Orgrimmar, you were still farming in Nagrand."
The evil orcs raised their arms and loudly cheered for Thrall. In response, Thrall whispered: "Do you really think there are so many orcs in the outer realm? To tell you the truth, the orcs here are all secretly provided to me by the Cave of Time.
Yes, Magtheridon keeps turning them into fel orcs, how many Kor'kron orcs can your Dark Heart of Y'shaarj create in a day?"
Garrosh's voice became louder, successfully overwhelming Thrall:
"Thall, you ungrateful traitor, if I hadn't helped you eliminate countless draenei in the outer realm, they would have opened the Dark Portal long ago to avenge the orcs. Look what you have done, give up.
You left the fertile land of Lordaeron and settled in the barren Durotar. How many orcs paid with their lives because of your stupidity."
Privately, Garrosh said unconvinced: "Pandaria is a big meat warehouse for the orcs. Jinyu people and hozens are multiplying desperately. The buffalo people are working day and night to build armor and weapons for me. What do you want to give me?"
fight."
Thrall took a deep breath and secretly used the power of the elements to successfully overpower Garrosh in his voice:
"It's ridiculous. I led the orcs to settle in Kalimdor, established Orgrimmar, successfully turned the tauren into food, subdued the trolls as slaves, and divided the Scourge. Sylvanas knelt before me.
Under my feet, I helped us resist the Alliance's attack. I laid the foundation of the tribe, and what did you do?"
Then, Thrall lowered his voice: "Although the Outland is broken, there are many kinds of creatures. I guess you don't know. Zangarmarsh, Nagrand Grassland, and Blade have all been controlled by evil orcs. They are constantly fighting for me.
If you provide meat, how many days can your jinyu and hozen eat? I enslaved Goron to make armor and weapons for me, what can the buffalo people compare to Goron?"
Garrosh raised his voice again, almost hoarse: "Thall, you are an incompetent waste. The orcs are strong, and our warriors are enough to sweep across Azeroth. It is you who weakened the orcs, and you actually have to rely on establishing a tribe.
In order to gain a foothold, you have lost face to the orcs. You are the weakest among the tribal chiefs."
Lowering his voice, Garrosh whispered: "Let's start a duel and talk while fighting."
Thrall's voice rolled: "Stupid, Garrosh, you don't understand what diplomacy is and what it means to conquer without fighting. You are just a reckless man with a head full of muscles. Sooner or later, the orcs will fall because of you.
Become a public enemy of Azeroth."
Before his voice fell, Sal also nodded: "Okay, let's start the duel. It must be exciting."
Garrosh took a deep breath and announced loudly: "Only one person can walk out alive today. Thrall, you are older, so you have to punch first."
Thrall was not polite, stepped hard on the ground with his right foot, rushed over with great momentum, and punched fiercely.
Garrosh raised his arm to block, and his other arm struck out like a poisonous snake, hitting Thrall in the head.
Thrall dodged to avoid it, exerted slight force on his waist and eyes, and continuously changed his steps. He actually dodged behind Garrosh and threw out a punch.
As if there were eyes on the back of Garrosh's head, he ducked to avoid Garrosh's fist. At the same time, he stretched his body and swept Thrall's lower body with his right leg.
The two of them were punching and kicking, and the fight was lively and exciting.
You know, in a real life-and-death duel, both sides will use dirty tricks, which will be very ugly.
Only if this kind of performance is of a tacit understanding between the two parties, can they deliver countless good punches and arouse bursts of applause.
Fists and kicks were exchanged, and the two men negotiated in lowered voices.
"Garrosh, do you really want to keep fighting? The weak Kor'kron is no match for the Fel Orcs."
"It's a joke. Kor'kron is well-trained and well-armed, but your evil orcs are like a group of incompetent kobolds. Don't forget, Pandaria is my home ground."
Thrall thought for a while and said: "It's better to do this. I will give up the Yongchun Terrace and allow you to slaughter these damn Jinyu people, but the Emerald Forest and the Eternal Blossom Valley are mine, as well as the Misty Veil Plank Road."
"Impossible, but you should evacuate the Eternal Island. All of Pandaria belongs to me."
"Garrosh, don't get carried away. If we really fight, both sides will suffer losses. You and I will both lose face. It will only make things easier for the Alliance and the various races of Pandaria."
Garrosh made an appropriate concession: "The Emerald Forest is yours, this is the final bottom line."
Sal nodded: "Okay, that's it."
After the two parties reached a verbal agreement, Garrosh suggested in a low voice: "I will not be able to fake it for a while, so I will allow you to pretend to beat me up, and then I will beat you up violently. This way both of us will look good, and we will have publicity materials."
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Sal hesitated for a moment: "You have to promise not to be cruel."
"Of course, it would be bad for you and me if you really get angry. I will show mercy, and so will you."
The private negotiations between Thrall and Garrosh fell into the ears of Mnozdo and Robbie verbatim.
Yongchun Terrace was betrayed by Sal in this way, which was a result that Robbie did not want to see.
Robbie noticed a group of Pandaren coming from afar, led by a strong Pandaren.
Munoz raised his eyebrows, and using the power of time, he saw Huo Ji's past experience.
"Pandaren Fire Season, a powerful monk, came to join Garrosh."
Robbie thought about it and smiled: "In that case, I will create an opportunity for Huo Ji to be loyal to Garrosh."