Titan Tour of Azeroth

Eastern Kingdom Continent, Hillsbrad Foothills Orc Shelter.

Orgrim's hands were tightly tied with iron chains, and two human soldiers rudely pulled him out of the cell and came to a wide open space outside the shelter.

Along the way, Orgrim almost closed his eyes.

He did not want to, nor did he have the heart to see the compatriots who lived like animals.

They were originally glorious warriors, but now they are eating raw maggot food, drinking muddy sewage, and holding only agricultural tools in their hands.

Arriving in the open space outside the gate, Orgrim opened his eyes and exhaled deeply.

Are you going to be executed?

Orgrim looked at the fierce team of human soldiers around him, and in this scene a swordman was waiting in front of him.

At this moment, a human soldier with a captain's appearance came to him with a look of disgust and hatred.

"You **** beasts from different worlds, fortunately, you have been guaranteed by the big men in the south, otherwise I promise to torture you fiercely, yuck!" The captain of the soldier said, and then he pressed hard towards Orgrim's feet Spit on it.

But Orgrim had no intention to ignore the human captain. He was now full of surprise and doubt.

Are you going to be taken away? South side? Alliance people?

Did the Alliance really abide by the promise that both parties thought was a bunch of shit?

This is unreasonable and unscientific!

When was the cunning Union Dog so just?

Thinking wildly, there was a lot of noise behind him, Orgrim turned his head to see, batches of orcs were being escorted to this open space one after another, he quickly recognized these orcs: Warsong Clan, Ray The Wang clan also has the Shattered Hand clan.

What is the Alliance doing?

At this time, there was a burst of smoke on the road in the distance. A team of soldiers holding the alliance flag and the flag of the Storm Kingdom led a large group of carriages running towards this side. Orgrim also recognized the leader. That man, that is Losa in Stormwind City.

Then his eyes widened sharply, full of disbelief, and he saw Gron!

At that moment Gron was covered with black heavy armor, and two long thick barrels protruded forward from the shoulders on both sides.

What Orgrim could n’t believe was that Gorron, who was moving very slowly, was not weaker than the speed of the human cavalry at this moment. From time to time, Gron would spray a large white steam from behind, Orgrim I don't know what the **** is that.

The orcs behind them began to riot. They watched in horror as the steel Goron, armed to his teeth, followed the human army closer and closer. Many orcs thought they had come to execute themselves and screamed.

"Orc, be quiet!" Orgrim guessed something, calmed down immediately, and then shouted back.

Not long after the defeat, the pride of the orcs has not dissipated, the majesty of the chieftain and the military discipline of the tribe have not disappeared, so the orcs who have been ordered quickly calm down again.

Lothar drove the horse to Orgrim, then turned over and dismounted, nodding to the captain of the Lordaeron soldier who was ushering forward.

"Anduin Losa, the highest marshal of the Kingdom of Stormwind, was ordered by the Royal Order of King Ryan Wrynn to hand over these orc captives. This is the document and permission to pass."

With that said, Lothar took out an instrument and handed it to the captain of the soldier in front.

This soldier's captain's attitude at the moment and when he was just facing Orgrim, it was like a heaven and a earth. He smiled with respect and respect, and bowed to Lothar.

For the nobility, they have great respect, fear and envy among the civilian class.

Everyone wants to come out on top, all want a territory, and then live the life of aristocratic master.

The reason for coming to be a soldier is not to build a meritorious career and climb up on merit. This is the fastest but also the most dangerous ascending channel for the civilian class.

"Hello, Hello! Marshal Lothar, I am Lieutenant Drucker of the Third Army of Lordaeron. I am honored to meet you. Your various deeds are in our Lordaeron army, which is also very famous."

Lothar is a noble among the nobles. The direct bloodline of Thoradin the Great, together with the glorious deeds of the Southern Expedition and the North War, he is a guest of honor in the entire human aristocratic society. .

To say who is the most qualified and who is the most orthodox to unify humanity, it is only Loza, and the Menethil family of Terenas has to stand by, but Loza is dedicated to the Kingdom of Storms. Ambition.

Lothar didn't put on any racks, nor did he always have any racks, patting Lieutenant Drake's armor shoulders vigorously.

"Thank you for your welcome, soldier, can I take these orcs now?"

"Of course, there are no problems with the files. You can take them away at any time, and ask me to say that these **** orcs should really be killed." Lieutenant Drucker said fiercely.

This is the case with wars. No one is right or wrong, and only countless families are broken, and loved ones are farewell. This kind of hatred cannot be erased by generations.

This orc shelter was evacuated by Lothar, and Lieutenant Drake will soon go to Blackmore Castle with his soldiers, where a large number of orcs are also held, and they will continue to serve as caretaker.

"The orcs thought that way too, so don't let hatred blind your reason, soldier, thank you again for your cooperation."

Lieutenant Drake immediately nodded and heard a military salute.

"I wish you a smooth journey, Marshal Lothar."

Kalimdor, Durotar, Orgrimmar.

This rugged and majestic city was built with the assistance of tauren and night elves.

Sharp bone spurs were erected on the thick and tall wall, and the wolf head banner of the Frostwolf clan hung on the wall to hunt.

A bonfire banquet is being held in the chiefs hall in the center of the city.

"Clan people, listen to me!"

Durotan stood up from the throne, holding up the stone wine glass in his hand, and beside him was the invited Jarod Shadowsong.

"The ancestors and elements once again favored us. The eighteen apprentices of Drektar ’s old shaman all successfully communicated the power of Azeroth ’s elements. Our shamanic traditions are back again. Now the glory and nobility! "

The orcs in the hall immediately cheered and kept knocking on their armor and the table in front of them ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ sat down again and Durotan laughed a few times.

"With the guidance of the shaman priest, our orcs will regain the glory of our ancestors."

Jarod nodded and suffocated the orc spirit in his hand.

"There is also good news to tell you that there are several major clans of Orgrim that have been successfully fished out, and are now rushing to the storm kingdom in the southern part of the mainland, and then boarding the ship to Kalimdor from there. , You will be together soon. "

"Hahahahaha, the ancestors are on top. Thanks to the night elves for their help, the Frostwolf clan will never forget." Dulong said frankly and immediately laughed heartily.

The hope of the tribe is still there, and the fire of rebirth is still there. As long as the main clans join, the tribe will rise again.

Other compatriots of the orcs can slowly liberate them.

"But then again, Jarod, don't expect me to thank the sinister and subtle human beings. Although you both belong to the Alliance, we thank you Night Elves."

Garod smiled and did not answer.

He did not expect that the Alliance and the Horde would shake hands and make peace as a family, and now it is very good to be able to pick out the night elves alone.

The conflicts and contradictions between the alliance and the tribe have been destined to be resolved since the beginning of the orc war.