Jaina's shadow showed a confused expression, her head tilted slightly to the side, and she looked at Eitrigg with a strange look:
"Have you really decided?"
"Yes, I will never regret it." Eitrigg said firmly.
"Very good, you are all saved."
The phantom opened the portal leading to Shattrath City. Eitrigg and Gaelaya hurriedly fled into the portal, and the endless spore people overwhelmed the war supervisors.
Just after passing through the portal, the tranquility and serenity of Shattrath City hit her face, and Gaelaya knelt on the ground weakly.
Pain, sadness, regret, loss, and continuous blows, this young female orc was knocked down.
Eitrigg comforted him softly: "Don't worry, everything is over, we are safe."
Gaelaya burst into tears: "It's all because of my decision. Millions of orcs entered Zangarmarsh and their entire army was wiped out. It's all my fault."
"You did nothing wrong." Eitrigg sighed: "No orc dares to disobey the will of the great savior. If you don't do it, someone else will take your place."
"So no matter what, they have to die, right?" Gaelaya felt better.
"Yes, compared to the great savior, all orcs are ants. Our life and death are not determined by ourselves. We must live under the grace of the savior."
"The great savior Thrall." Galaya muttered a few words, and for a moment, her eyes were full of yearning.
He can decide people's life and death at will. He is powerful and arrogant. He is respected by thousands of people and has a name for thousands of years. He is the idol that all orcs believe in.
This is the real great hero and great hero. Who doesn’t envy such a great person?
Tianya Hotel.
Eitrigg found the Astrologer Priest to heal Galaya's wounds and purchased a set of exquisite armor.
Prepare to be in your fullest state to see Sal.
After a night's rest, Galaya has almost recovered.
Wearing the armor sent by Eitrigg, he looked even more heroic and noble.
Eitrigg looked at her happily:
"Galaya, it's great to see you cheer up. The sacrifice of millions of orcs cannot be in vain. I have written to the savior. He is very willing to see you."
Galaya's nose felt sour: "Etrigg, you are such a good person."
Eitrigg pretended to smile relaxedly, knowing clearly the price he had paid.
Maybe this is true love, giving everything to the one you love and being happy with it.
Through the portal in Shattrath City, the two came to Orgrimmar.
Orgrimmar was decorated with lights and colorful decorations, and the orcs took to the streets, singing and dancing? Singing hymns.
Gaelaya's sharp eyes saw the celebration banner at a glance:
"Welcome the triumphant return of the three hundred warriors of the Dark Temple."
Gaelaya asked curiously: "Three hundred warriors of the Dark Temple, what does this mean?"
Eitrigg said impassionedly:
"The great savior Thrall led three hundred tribal warriors to raid the Black Temple and successfully annihilated Illidan's evil group? He destroyed 180 million demons of the Burning Legion and 5.8 billion evil orcs? A brilliant victory was achieved, and he only paid a small amount of money.
Seventeen people were slightly injured? At the cost of one person being seriously injured, this is the greatest victory of the Horde, and the savior once again achieved a feat of saving Azeroth."
Gaelaya's eyes widened in surprise. Angry, funny? Lost? All kinds of complicated emotions came to her heart.
"Who made this upright lie? This is deceiving the tribe." Galaya was furious.
Eitrigg pointed at his nose and said: "This is the propaganda slogan I rushed out overnight. From now on, this job will be yours. Remember? It doesn't matter how exaggerated it is. If the savior likes it, the opinions of the people are insignificant."
Gaelaya had nothing to say, only a bitter smile.
Three hundred tribal warriors lined up neatly and walked into the gates of Orgrimmar with smiles on their faces.
Among them were a tauren, two trolls, three blood elves, four undead, and the rest were all orcs.
The warriors wore gorgeous armor, walked lightly, smiled and waved to the crowds on both sides of the street.
Many female orcs were so excited that they fainted when they saw them.
"These are the heroes who saved Azeroth." A young orc said.
In an instant, a comrade who risked his life appeared in front of Gaelaya.
Facing the evil cannon of the Dark Temple, they charged without fear of death, and their flesh and blood turned into a muddy swamp.
The sewers of the Dark Temple were filled with corpses.
In the main hall square, in order to extinguish the evil flames, he bravely sacrificed his blood.
In the Hall of Shadows, facing the evil orcs' ten-meter long spear, he bravely pounced on him and paved the way to victory with his own life.
"What are our sacrifices for?" Galaya asked herself.
Eitrigg warned: "Thousands of orcs must be forgotten, Gaelaya, never mention them in front of the Savior."
"The selfless dedication of thousands of orcs is not even qualified to be remembered." Galaya looked at the so-called three hundred warriors: "But these garbage stole the fruits of victory."
"They are not rubbish." Eitrigg introduced: "None of them are simple."
The last of the three hundred warriors was lying on a stretcher, his body covered with white bandages, and he insisted on raising his right hand to wave to everyone.
This was the only seriously injured hero among the 300 warriors. It is said that he took Illidan's heavy blow and created an opportunity for the savior to kill Illidan.
People on both sides of the street praised his bravery, and a plump orc beauty presented him with flowers.
Eitrigg introduced in a low voice: "He is Dranosh Saurfang, the son of King Saurfang, the first of the three hundred heroes of the Black Temple. With this meritorious service, he will soon enter the highest level of Orgrimmar."
In the powerful class, a rising star has an unlimited future."
Gaelaya was so angry that she was shaking all over, breathing heavily, and tried to endure it, so she didn't jump out.
"Does he know which direction the door of the Dark Temple faces?" In the end, Gaelaya could only ask in an unintelligible voice.
Dranosh's bandaged hand took the flowers. Suddenly, the orc beauty's expression changed, confusion appeared in her eyes, and she reached out to touch Dranosh's bandage.
I don't know what method was used, but all the bandages that Dranoche had wrapped around him fell off, revealing his unscathed body.
"Asshole, you damn traitor, plotting to destroy Azeroth."
Dranosh cursed angrily, jumped up suddenly, and with agility without any injuries, he slapped down the orc beauty.
The people on both sides of the street stopped cheering and were silent for a while, staring at Delanoche blankly.
"Look, our great hero has been favored by Azeroth. His injuries have fully recovered. Let's cheer for our hero." I don't know who shouted.
In an instant, cheers rang out again, like a landslide and a tsunami, resounding through the sky.
Delanoche took the opportunity to raise his arms and show off his strong muscles.
Gaelaya covered her forehead and smiled bitterly: "Are the people of Orgrimmar all fools? Can't they see that this is a lie?"
Eitrigg shook his head and said habitually: "No, they are all very smart and know how to tell lies. This is a social choice. Anyone who dares to tell the truth is dead."
The celebration lasted all day, and in the evening, Thrall, the great savior, prepared a celebration banquet.
With Eitrigg's recommendation, Galaya appeared on the invitation list.
Eitrigg knew it was time to retire and make way for Gaelaya.