Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 286 16. Kings and chiefs --- add more for the rewarding brothers [2930]

Do you believe what he said?

Uther, who was walking towards the portal, asked in a low voice: That set of peaceful remarks.

Let's be honest.

Fording glanced at the orcs following him from the corner of his eyes, and he whispered:

I don't believe a word! I prefer to believe that this is a stupid assassination against the kings. Go, Uther, take them to Lordaeron, and leave the battlefield to me.

kindness.

Uther nodded, and stepped into the portal in front of him. After a momentary feeling of weightlessness, he appeared outside the palace of Lordaeron. Accurately, in front of the paladins, there are 200 royal guards in full armor.

Uther turned around and looked at the five orcs who walked out of the portal behind him. He said coldly in a tone that was thousands of miles away:

Because of your danger, we're going to lock you up, Orgrim, and you and we know what you can do when you're mad, if you really do what you say, with a peaceful mind If you want to come, then I think, this should not be considered a humiliation for you, right?

Orgrim looked at the royal guards who were staring at him. He shrugged, handed the hammer in his hand to Thrall behind him, then took a step forward, and stretched out his hands towards Uther. Searle's eyes, whispered:

It seems that you are really scared by me, paladin, anything I bring will scare you, even if it is what you need most...peace.

Orgrim's ridicule made the four young orcs behind him laugh, which also made the paladin's face even uglier. He waved his finger, and the royal guard stepped forward, shackling a pair of heavy magic shackles on the ground. into Orgrim's hands.

Behind the former great chief, another young orc with brown skin bared his teeth at the human in front of him. He took a step forward and, like Orgrim, stretched out his hands towards the paladin:

I am Garrosh Hellscream, the son of Grommash Hellscream, chieftain of the Warsong clan. I am here on behalf of the Warsong clan. Since you are afraid of the warchief, then maybe you will be afraid of me too! Come on, lock me up too! Go on, or more simply, kill me, and then, with the reunited orcs, there will be a third war that will destroy everything on your land, anyway, isn't this what you are looking forward to?

Facing the young orc's ridicule, Uther shook his head, pointed to Garrosh's chest, and said in a deep voice:

Little boy who hasn't got blood on his hands, don't be so anxious to express yourself. I locked Orgrim because I was worried that he would escape from me cunningly again. As for you...you and yours Father Butcher is far behind, but that means you're still alive.

Garrosh's face became hot because of Uther's bitter taunt. He clenched his fists and wanted to launch a reckless attack, but he was held back by Thrall, who was in Garrosh's ear. explain:

Calm down, he's pissing you off! Don't be fooled!

Hearing this, Garrosh gritted his teeth, but took a step back obediently. He knew that he was not as smart as Thrall, and when he was surrounded by a group of humans with malicious intentions, he felt that he had better listen to Thrall. Er's suggestion is better.

Hmph, a smart orc who can use his brain.

Uther glanced at the quiet Thrall, and said softly:

This is really rare, come with me, envoys, the kings are already waiting for you!

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The heavy door of the King's Council Hall, which had not been opened for a long time, was pushed open again. Under the vigilant eyes of the royal guards, Orgrim, whose hands were locked, walked step by step into the palace dotted with gorgeous carpets and luxurious decorations.

In the sound of the collision of the chains on his feet, a trace of disappointment flashed in Orgrim's eyes.

He once had a chance to enter here grandly as a winner, but unfortunately, he has already lost that chance.

Orgrim raised his head, and on the round table in front of him, sat three kings, a duke and an archmage, compared to when he accepted the trial a few years ago, when the kings gathered and the princes gathered together Grand Scene, the scene in front of him more or less made the Great Chief feel a little...miserable.

Ah, it looks like it's not just the orcs that have failed.

Under the watchful eyes of the kings, Orgrim sat on the chair prepared for him generously. He looked at the kings in front of him and said softly:

The league didn't actually win...

Do you need me to tell you with the long sword again, we won!

Dailin Proudmoore, who was sitting at the round table, squinted his eyes and looked at the thin Orgrim. He whispered maliciously:

And what I'm more curious about is, what kind of stupid person would throw himself into the trap again after running away? What? Mr. Orgrim, are you impatient with life? Seriously, I don't mind using a Sending you away from this world with a single bullet will be the happiest thing in the first half of my life.

Did you really win?

Orgrim raised his locked hands and waved in the air:

If you really win, then I should have at least 6 representatives of the king and other races sitting in front of me, that will be a staggering number of parliaments, not the current 5 lonely people, including Paul's three old men who are dying And crone, the alliance that defeated the Horde split...just after you declared yourselves victory!

This blunt rebuttal made Dailin's eyes dangerous. The Archmage Modera representing Dalaran seemed to have not heard the orc's ridicule. King Solas, who was sick and came to the meeting, was unwilling to quarrel with Orgrim. The old king of Lordaeron glanced at Orgrim in disgust, and tapped the scepter in his hand on the ground.

Let's be honest, orc, you said you came here with the intention of peace, but your army is still attacking our army on the Arathi Highlands and the southern border of the mainland. Is this what you mean by peace?

General Danas and his brave soldiers in the Arathi Highlands were only surrounded, not wiped out! And the lakeside town of the Stormwind Kingdom was only burned, not slaughtered! I think this probably has proved the goodwill of the Horde .”

Orgrim said meaningfully:

Duke Bolvar, right? You are here on behalf of Stormwind, so please tell me, how many civilians were killed or injured when the Blood Hollow clan attacked the Redridge Mountain prisoner-of-war camp?

There were no civilian casualties, but their homes were burned!

Duke Bolvar's face was very ugly, his fists were clenched tightly, and he said loudly:

But the Blackrock clan used despicable means to raid our base in the Burning Plains! You are the same as before, a bunch of disgusting butchers!

With all due respect, the league is really too weak.

Orgrim shook his head:

Up until now, you haven't even figured out who you are fighting with. What I want to say is that the Blackstone clan is no longer one of us. Their chief has gone crazy. They belong to the old tribe, not the new tribe!

so what?

Dai Lin sneered: They are also orcs, aren't they?

But Gilneas is all human, and they don't necessarily agree with you. They just quit the alliance, didn't they?

Orgrim shrugged, a cunning flashed in his eyes:

Don't waste time on these minutiae. Grommash is now in command of the tribe's army. He is not willing to negotiate peace with you. You have to be clear that in the camp of the entire new tribe, those who want to exchange for peace, Maybe it's just me, so if I were you guys, I would cherish the opportunity in front of me.

Danas will not lose, I believe in him.

King Solas leaned on the throne with a tired face. His fire of life was already weak. After Prince Garin returned, the Kingdom of Stormgard would probably usher in a new king.

But at the last moment of his life, the king who had been resolute all his life was unwilling to bow his head. He closed his eyes and said:

If you threaten us with the warriors of Stormgard, you have miscalculated! Orcs, we want peace, but with you, there will never be peace!

So even if you are facing the crisis of splitting yourself, you still want to stab a knife into my heart before you die, and drag me to hell with you?

Orgrim sighed:

I don't want to comment too much on the victory or defeat of the Second World War, but if you still cherish the lives of the soldiers, I think we can talk about it. The four children who came with me represent the Frostwolf Clan, the Warsong Clan, and the Ray Clan. The Wang clan and the Blood Ring clan, according to your tradition, they should be called princes, this is the sincerity of the new tribe!

Listen to me, human beings, at this moment, it's not good for anyone to insist on continuing to fight. Besides, don't you want to hear my conditions?

Archmage Modera, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said:

Then go ahead, Orc, and let us know that you're not risking your life for a joke!

The tribe will give up all the areas currently occupied in the eastern continent!

Orgrim closed his eyes and said in a deep voice:

Including Alterac Valley, the Badlands, the Hinterlands, and Stranglethorn Vale, if you are willing to exchange for peace, then I can guarantee that in a few months, there will be no more orcs in the entire eastern continent, The Horde will no longer threaten any civilian, any village in the Alliance, of course, the Blackrock Clan is not counted.

Um?

King Terenas, who had been thinking with his eyes closed, opened his eyes suddenly. He turned his head to look at the others, even Dai Lin, who hated orcs the most, had a hint of surprise in his eyes.

You're going back to Draenor?

Archmage Modera asked, Is that all your terms?

No, first of all, Draenor can't go back, and we don't have a way to open the Dark Portal.

The former great chief said helplessly:

And that place is already occupied by undead, so we are going to another place.

Kalimdor!

Dai Lin said the name word by word. The admiral looked back at the others and explained in a low voice:

Two years ago, during the exploration of the coast of Kalimdor by the Kul Tiras Third Fleet, we accidentally found traces of orcs, but I thought at the time that they were just a group of deserters who escaped the war...

King Kul Tiras turned to look at Orgrim:

Now it seems that you have found a way out for your compatriots long before you failed, right?

You can think so.

Orgrim made no excuses:

The story behind this incident is very long. I don't think anyone wants to waste time on it. Let me just say it. I will persuade the Horde to stop fighting. The premise is that you release all the orc captives in custody. If necessary, I would also like you to provide some boats, of course, this is a one-way journey, and if you need it, we will pay for the boat.

Then wait for the orcs to recuperate in Kalimdor, wait until you recover your strength, and fight back across the sea again?

Dai Lin looked at Orgrim with a look of a fool, his fingers jumped on the table a few times, and he asked back:

Do you think I'm so stupid? Do you want me to let the tiger go back to the mountain? How many innocent humans have you killed, 10 years of war, you say, why should I agree to you?

Then how many orcs did you kill?

Orgrim stared into Dailin's eyes, and he said:

The old tribe has paid the price for the past wars, and the new tribe now wants to dilute the hatred, but you, you hold the sword of hatred and are unwilling to let go, even if the last human soldier falls, you will let us Die on your land, right? Do you know what we'll do?

boom

Orgrim stood up, his body straightened, just like the former chief of the tribe, his roar sounded in the palace:

We will fight back to the death! Even if the last orc dies on the battlefield, we will drag the enemy to hell with you! The orcs have no home, and we have nothing but dignity! I abandoned my dignity and came to This is not for you to humiliate me, Dailin Proudmoore, you heard me clearly!

I'm not the one who wants to continue the war now! It's not me who wants to continue the bloodshed on both sides! It's not me who doesn't want to put down the butcher knife!

You still want war, don't you?

Orgrim's eyes were bloodshot, and the chains that bound his arms made a crackling sound:

Then kill me, use the lives of your best generals and tens of thousands of soldiers to bury me with me, and add another stroke to the blood feud between humans and orcs! Until one of the two sides completely falls and drains all blood !

The orcs may be extinct, but how long can your fragile alliance last? Do you want another brilliant victory, let the last alliance fall apart, and human civilization completely decline into the clouds? Do you want that result?

Let me tell you, this is going to be a war with no winners!