"It's too unsafe for you to leave an orc at home." The person who spoke was an angry man.
"Listen, Drak, orcs are kind and kind. If you knew orcs as well as I do, you wouldn't have such thoughts." Terrassa retorted.
Lieutenant Drake is one of Blackmore's lieutenants and one of Terrassa's suitors. He is usually gentle and gentle, but at this moment he is as anxious as a mad lion.
"Don't listen to the advice of the Dove of Peace. You don't understand the orcs at all. Hope it's not too late." Drak drew out his sword and was on guard.
Terrassa blushed and opened the door angrily: "I really don't understand why you hate orcs so much. I love orcs more than anything else. Oh my god, this is..."
On the bed, blood gushed out from Faralin's neck, and he was crying feebly, while Aigureya was biting his flesh and blood.
"Orcs, take your life." Lieutenant Drake's eyes were blood red, and he raised his sword to slash at Aigureya.
Faralin is not dead yet. If he is sent to the priest for treatment in time, he may be able to be revived.
Unexpectedly, Terrassa turned around and stopped in front of the sword.
"If you want to kill him, you have to step over my body." Terrassa opened her arms and faced the sharp sword.
In the small wooden house, Lieutenant Drake could not get around Terrassa and shouted anxiously: "Get out of the way, he is eating your brother, your biological brother."
"I know." Terrassa bit her lip and said, "Since joining the Dove of Peace, I have sworn to dedicate everything to the orcs, including my own relatives. Being eaten by the orcs is an honor."
"Are you crazy? What are you thinking in your head?" Drake waved his sword angrily, but he could not chop at the woman he loved.
Aigureya was frightened and hurriedly bit off Faralin's neck and jumped out of the window to escape.
"Orc, you must pay the price." Seeing that Faralin had lost his breath, Drac was about to catch up with his sword.
Unexpectedly, Terrassa hugged him tightly from behind and shouted: "I can't let you hurt the orcs, no, they are the saviors of Azeroth, you are not qualified."
"You crazy woman." Draco struggled to break away from Terrassa, but unfortunately there was no trace of Igurleya.
Draco chased after him, but failed to find the orc, so he could only go back and say, "Wake up, Terrassa, your brother was eaten by that orc."
Terassa smoothed the messy hair on her forehead: "Faralin is a good boy, he will definitely be happy to be the food of the orcs."
Draco sighed helplessly: "Your brain must be burned out, poor Faralin."
Egurea ran all day long, but he did not forget where Orgrimmar and his party were going, and ran in the opposite direction to them, that is, to the northwest.
As night fell, Aigureya was exhausted, and there was a bonfire and a small campsite not far away.
It looks like a group of adventurers, including orcs, dwarf goblins, stout dwarves, etc.
The aroma of bread came from the fire. Aigureya hesitated to approach, but the dwarf greeted him warmly.
"Hey, wanderer, come over here."
Egurea struggled internally, and the pain Orgrim left him was still vivid in his mind.
But hunger finally conquered everything, and he approached cautiously.
The dwarf took a piece of toast from the fire, broke off a piece and handed it to Igurleia.
Only after seeing the dwarf eating half of the remaining food did Aigureia dare to put it into his mouth.
"We are merchants." said the goblin in the team, "doing business with Grom Hellscream's Warsong clan."
One of the orcs said: "Hellscream is a generous chief who exchanged precious herbs for food with us."
Egurea listened attentively and listened to the conversations of these people, all of which were words of praise for Hellscream.
"Have you ever heard of Orgrim Doomhammer?" Egurea tried to ask.
The dwarf snorted coldly and replied: "He is a famous assassin among the orcs. He is a sinister and vicious guy. No orcs like him."
The goblin screamed: "Orgrim, my God, how dare you mention him. My friend tried to sell goods to him, but he was eaten alive."
Egurea breathed a sigh of relief. These people's fair evaluation of Orgrim Doomhammer proved that Grom Hellscream's reputation should be true.
"Actually, I'm here to seek refuge with Grom Hellscream. Can you introduce me to him?" Aigureya asked. He had realized that it would be difficult for an orc to survive alone in the wild.
An orc said loudly: "Hey, stranger, Hellscream only trusts the Warsong clan. It's not easy for him to accept you."
"Unless you are famous." The goblin added: "For example, what is the name of the arena champion in Durnholde?"
"Egurea!" the dwarf said, "I heard that he is taller than an ogre and can kill a mammoth with one punch."
Aigureya smiled and said nothing.
The goblin said politely: "If you want to try your luck at Hellscream, we can help. The benevolent Hellscream will never make things difficult for you."
Igurleya relaxed and thought about how to please Hellscream, then build up his own power, sideline him little by little, and finally replace him.
The library in Karazhan has a lot of books on strategy and tactics. Igurleya occasionally read them when cleaning the library and benefited a lot from them.
At night, Aigureya fell asleep leaning against a tree. At dawn, something woke him up. He opened his eyes with difficulty and found eight orcs around him.
The caravan from last night was gone, and the eight orcs were watching him eagerly.
"Are you the Warsong Clan?" Egurea asked cautiously. Their dress was different from Orgrim's group.
The leading orc came over, looked at him carefully, and smiled: "Yes, we are the Warsong clan. Do you want to see our chief?"
Igurrea nodded: "I am the champion of Durnholde, Igurrea."
"Oh, oh." The leader of the orcs was not surprised and introduced himself: "My name is Iska, the advisor of the war chief Hellscream. I can take you to see the war chief, but I just need to aggrieve you."
The orcs stepped forward and tied Egurea tightly.
Iska patted his shoulder and said, "Chief Hellscream likes to make friends. I guess you two will get along well."
A piece of black cloth covered Aigureya's eyes, and she was almost carried forward by eight orcs.
We are about to meet Grom Hellscream, the great chieftain who never surrendered to his enemies.
The thick pine needles under her feet turned into hard stone ground. Igurrea heard the sound of running water and realized that she was underground.
Everyone stopped and took off the black cloth covering their eyes. Aigureya blinked hard to adapt to the dim light.
A huge cave, with white animal bones everywhere on the ground, and a disgusting stench blowing in the face.
It smells like an orc.
On the wide stone bed, there lay an orc with black hair, his snoring was deafening, and there was a blood-stained battle ax in his hand.
Eight orcs stood aside carefully, not even daring to breathe.
There is no doubt that Grom Hellscream must be there on the stone bed. Igurea showed an envious expression and secretly swore.
"If I become successful in the future, I will have to make others wait."