Wearing black armor, Orgrimmar Doomhammer never misses the opportunity to handle prey in person. He peels off the skin of the deer, cuts the deer meat into long strips, sprinkles it with the unique seasoning of the orcs, and uses skillful skills and
His fights are just as exciting.
Tirion Fordring marveled at Orgrimmar's skills, and the only thing he could do was build a bonfire.
The orc guards were patrolling not far away, and the young orcs and humans gathered around the campfire, drinking the orc bitter wine, enjoying the tenderness and deliciousness of the venison, and the rare leisure during the war.
Even when he was relaxing and resting, Orgrimmar, the powerful orc leader, still had war thoughts running in his mind.
"We have basically wiped out the humans in Tirisfal Glades, and Lordaeron has become a pitiful lonely city. Before we cut off King Terenas' head, he will sadly find that all his people have become
Our army rations."
Orgrimmar laughed heartily, Fording frowned slightly, and also laughed a few times.
"It's you, dear Fordring, who helped us deceive humans, lead them into an ambush, and sit back and watch them be slaughtered. Doesn't this seem like an honorable act?" Orgrimmar laughed at this ally who took the initiative to join us.
Fording took a bite of the venison and said calmly: "Do you orcs have any glory? The war hasn't even started yet, but you are already secretly killing civilians and pouring dirty water on the undead?"
"Hahaha, this is a cruel war. In the face of victory in the war, glory must stand aside."
Orgrimmar talked eloquently under the influence of wine: "War is the most cruel game. Relentless destruction and killing requires the use of all despicable and sinister plots, the use of all available forces, and unscrupulous gains.
Victory, what kind of bullshit glory is there during the war? Isn’t that putting the cart before the horse?”
"Glory is like a footcloth, it doesn't stink, but when needed, it does work, especially for you orcs." In a verbal dispute, Fording would not lose to an old orc.
The war has already begun, and King Terenas is probably aware of this, but he is powerless. His most powerful legion, the Silver Hand, has completely become an accomplice of the orcs.
"If possible." Fording looked directly into Orgrimmar's fierce eyes without fear: "I am very willing to fight with you orcs on the battlefield, and die like a true paladin without hesitation.
You sacrificed your lives for Lordaeron. But the Guardian chose you. This is the irreversible trend."
"The Guardian has influenced mankind for nearly a thousand years. Countless experiences and lessons in history tell us that all resistance will be wiped out in the face of the infinite power of the Guardian. In this desperate situation, I am no longer a soldier of Lordaeron.
, I am just a father, a good husband, and a small lord who wants to protect his people. I can't do anything about the safety of Lordaeron. I just want to protect my family, protect my territory from being attacked, and keep my people safe.
Live."
"Don't worry, my dear old friend, as long as I am still the warchief, Hearthglen will always be protected by the orcs, I promise." Orgrimmar patted Fording's shoulder hard, comforting this rare man again.
partner.
Fording bit into the venison fiercely. He clenched his fists unwillingly, and finally had no choice but to loosen his fists. His groggy eyes were full of despair. He could not guarantee the credibility of the orcs, but unfortunately this was the only way out.
Probably Uther and others have the same idea.
"Are you unwilling to give in? Fordring." Orgrimmar turned to Fording's face and guessed his inner thoughts: "Haha, this is an extremely desperate moment in Lordaeron. It reminds me of what happened in Lordaeron.
During the same most desperate period in the Undercity of Lun, Fording, you probably don’t know that the orcs are where they are today because I, Orgrimmar, fought for them from the guardians.”
Fording stared at Orgrimmar in surprise, realizing that there was a big secret in it.
Orgrimmar drank the bitter wine, feeling a little dizzy, and had the aura of spitting it out:
"The overall situation of the war has been decided. We orcs will surely win. Some things are irrelevant. During the days when I was imprisoned, I thought about the fate of the orcs all the time. In the end, I came to a sad conclusion. In addition to the inhumane treatment,
There is no other possibility of massacre."
"The fate of the orcs is about to be ruined in my hands. I think of Gul'dan more than once, dreaming of eating his flesh, and wishing to tear him into pieces little by little. If he hadn't insisted on leading half of the orcs out to sea,
Lordaeron has already become our territory, and I later learned that Gul'dan fell into the trap of humans."
"One day the guard brought me a large bucket of water and asked me to take a good bath. He also prepared a set of clean clothes and a decent dinner for me. I thought the end was coming, and I was thinking about how to face the spirits of my ancestors.
After questioning, the guards told me that the guardian Medivh was visiting and told me that I must be careful in my words and deeds. I asked the guards about Medivh's identity and realized that this was the only chance for the orcs. Whether the orcs could survive or not was up to me.
Can Grima convince the guardian?"
Fording frowned fiercely and asked curiously: "How did you convince the guardian?"
Orgrimmar squinted his eyes slightly, recalling the most proud feat in his life, and felt extremely proud. He raised his glass and applauded the glorious achievements that day:
"I took three methods. First, I knelt down in front of the guardian and expressed my willingness to surrender. As long as it allows us orcs to continue and avoid annihilation, I can do anything, even if I become the most humble and humble slave."
"But Lord Guardian just smiled contemptuously. He said that I already have enough slaves. All the humans in Azeroth and the high elves in Quel'Thalas are willing to die for Lord Guardian."
"I had no choice but to take the second method, talking to the guardian about the glory of the orcs, attributing all our crimes to the blood of demons, emphasizing that we are a peace-loving race, and as long as we are allowed to live, we would rather return to the dangerous world.
Draenor, never invade Azeroth again."
"Guardian Medivh shook his head and saw through everything easily. He said he didn't want to listen to false lies. Glory meant nothing to him and couldn't touch his heart. If that were all, the orcs would perish."
Having said this, Orgrimmar let out a sigh of relief and felt lucky for his wit that day:
"Fortunately, at the most critical moment, I finally understood what the Lord Guardian needed, so I revealed the ultimate secret of the orcs for thousands of years."
"The ultimate secret?" Fording's expression changed, and he listened with great interest.
"Actually, it's not a secret." Orgrimmar smiled mysteriously:
"I just told the truth to the guardian. There is an undercurrent under that false history." (To be continued)