Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 287 17. Arathor's Courage --- Add more for the rewarding brothers [3030]

Orgrim's roar resounded through the palace, even beyond the palace.

The four young orcs who were guarded by the guards also heard Orgrim's cry. The most reckless Garrosh jumped up from his chair. He clenched his fists tightly and stared at the paladin guarding them in front of him. Uther.

The paladin looked at him too, at the reckless young orc.

I have to admit, Orgrim's statement even made me applaud him.

Uther whispered:

But if he thinks this will scare us, then he is wrong... Sacrifice will not make the warriors feel intimidated, and more sacrifices will only make humans produce more warriors. Orcs can't win, which never It was doomed from the start.”

But we don't want to keep humans sacrificed at all.

Garrosh's arm was held by Thrall. The young son of the Frostwolf stepped forward and stood in front of Uther. He looked at the great knight who was very famous in Tarren Mill, and said softly:

The chief Orgrim brought us to Lordaeron, risking being killed by you, we are not here to threaten you, great knight, the tribe is already very weak, we really can't fight anymore, But the alliance, the alliance is the same, we are not here to start a war, we are here with the will of peace, maybe it is naive to say that, but ... we want both sides to put aside their hatred for a while, that's all.

temporary?

Uther narrowed his eyes. He looked at the green-skinned young orc with blue eyes. He said:

For the time being, this word is used very well, just like your human language. What's your name?

Sal!

Sal breathed a sigh of relief and said:

My name is Thrall, and I'm also Goil. I'm here on behalf of the Frostwolf Clan. The Grand Knight is a veteran who participated in the Second War. Then you must know that the Frostwolf Clan has never participated in the Second War. In fact, not only the Frostwolf, Warsong, Blood Ring and Thunder King clan have not participated in the war of Azeroth, we have no human blood on our hands.

Even from the point of view of sophistry, your hatred is connected with the old tribe, but now, you vent this anger on the innocent clan, because you are injured, so you hurt innocent people, this Is it the purpose of the teachings of the Holy Light?

Thrall's pungent question made Uther silent, and after a while, the great knight shook his head:

You are very smart and wise, Thrall, but your cleverness can't change the general situation. Even if I agree with you and Orgrim, it's useless... The world of adults is very complicated, children, not Pure right and wrong can be measured.

Uther breathed a sigh of relief, and Thrall could feel that the hostility of the great knight in front of him had dissipated a lot, but he was also a little lost, because what Uther said was right, and the history of human beings since the Great Split has proved that , Many times, the kings do not measure problems from the perspective of right and wrong, but more about interests.

But now, Orgrim's request cannot satisfy their demand for benefits.

Then, introduce me to your friends.

Uther said to Thrall:

Let me know about my future opponent, um, let's start with... just this reckless young man.

He pointed at Garrosh, and Thrall laughed at that kindness. He coughed lightly and said:

This is Garrosh Hellscream. He is the only son of Chief Grommash. His dream is to become a warrior as powerful as his father, and to atone for the crimes his father committed for the Horde.

This is Jolin Deadeye, the son of Chief Kilrogg, a skilled orc warlock. He is very smart, wise, and has a great perspective.

This is Dranosh Saurfang, the young man most valued by Chief Fenris...

etc

Uther interrupted Thrall's introduction. He looked at the youngest Dranosh and asked softly:

Is this child related to Varok Saurfang and Broxie Saurfang?

You know his father?

Thrall said in surprise: Mr. Warlock is Dranosh's father.

The youngest orc, Dranosh, heard his father's name, and subconsciously raised his head to look at Uther. Although he tried his best to show courage in those eyes, he still had some fear.

Looking at these eyes, Uther sighed:

Varok Saurfang is a powerful fighter. I have confronted him more than once on the battlefield. I am ashamed to stand up. I have never defeated him. I deeply regret what happened to him in Draenor.

my father?

Dranosh asked in jerky human language, Do you know what happened to my father...?

Uther looked at the expectation in Dranosh's eyes, and he immediately understood that the child might not know what happened to his father, so the big knight was silent for a moment, and he said softly:

It was a disaster, but I believe that your father will not succumb so easily, just like he was on the battlefield, nothing can defeat him, even... even death.

No! You lied! My father will not die...he is so powerful!

Dranosh's eyes immediately filled with tears. Garrosh glared at Uther viciously, knelt down to comfort his little friend, and Thrall gave Uther an apologetic look, and walked towards his new bed. friend.

The great knight looked at these young people who represented the future of the tribe, and thought of the young people on the alliance side, he suddenly felt a little lost.

Could it be... is this deep-seated hatred really going to spread to the next generation, and even engraved in the bones of humans and orcs? Is there a more dire future than this?

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Orgrim, your glib tongue won't change anything!

Dai Lin stood by the round table, he looked directly at the orc chief, and said in a deep voice:

The Alliance will not give up fighting because of your threats, and we will not lose courage because of the cruelty of the Horde. The orcs will definitely lose! Kul Tiras will join this war soon, since you have already waged the war! Then I will fight!

bass

Dai Lin pulled out the sharp blade in his hand and pointed at Orgrim who had closed his eyes. He strode forward. Behind him, Archmage Modera stood up abruptly, trying to stop Dai Lin, but Bolvar The duke stopped him firmly.

Get out of the way! Duke, His Majesty Dai Lin is doing something stupid!

The archmage shrieked:

And you are helping the evildoers!

The Kingdom of Stormwind will not surrender either!

The Holy Light was shining in the hands of Duke Bolvar Fortagan, and he said in a deep voice:

His Majesty Dailin is doing the right thing! Orgrim must die here. His strategic mind is too important to the orcs. He is a great threat to us!

The originally majestic King's Council Hall was at a standstill. Dailin walked up to Orgrim. Behind him, the two old kings looked at everything in front of them calmly. For them, it didn't matter who lived and who died. Those things that can be obtained between life and death.

To accept peace, what one wins is only some occupied wild territories, but to accept Dai Lin, what one wins is to unite the precarious alliance again.

Which is more beneficial?

Orgrim, I admire your courage to come alone.

Dai Lin stood in front of the former great chief. He looked at Orgrim, who was waiting to die with his eyes closed. Rem came here with a sincere will for peace, but those innocent people who died in the war, those comrades in arms, those blood shed because of the orc in front of him, and those deaths caused by him.

All of this made Dai Lin unable to forgive him.

Never forgive!

After you die, I will personally erect a tombstone for you!

Dai Lin waved the long sword in her hand, a cold light lit up in the parliament hall, and a gleam of light flashed in the king's eyes:

But now, go die! Go meet those who died because of you, go and repent to them, and if they accept your peace...then I too...accept!

hum

The dancing sword slashed wildly at this moment, but just before it touched Orgrim's neck, the heavy door of the King's Hall was kicked open, and a cold light crossed the air, cutting off the long sword in Dai Lin's hand .

clang

The broken sword blade pierced the luxurious carpet below, and the flying fragments dripped blood from Dai Lin's hand stab, and Orgrim also opened his eyes at this moment, and what caught his eyes was a floating red cloak.

The cloak was stained with black blood, and it was torn by some kind of force, but the back with the cloak on made his eyes widen.

Anduin Lothar!

boom

The thick log table in the center of the king's hall seemed to be cut off by an invisible sharp knife, and it was separated outward along the smooth cut. Under everyone's gaze, Lothar stood up, stepped forward, and stabbed the table into the round table. Grab the sharp blade.

There are still bloodstains on his cheeks, and the Mediterranean hairstyle doesn't look very beautiful. Wearing the shabby leather armor of adventurers, he looks like a distressed old soldier, but the aura wrapped around him makes him The atmosphere in the entire king's hall became solemn.

Behind everyone, there are royal guards half kneeling on the ground, and even the great knight Uther stands beside him, because behind Lothar, there are four princes, one king, and one from the Church of the Holy Light. Archbishop, a prophet who can see the future, a countess who can represent the succession of Alterac, and an archmage who represents the city-state of Dalaran.

This is already a force that can make the entire league tremble.

Since when will human beings refuse the peace that comes to their door?

Lothar's voice sounded in the palace and reached the ears of everyone present.

Since when did we abandon the nobility and courage of our ancestors, because we are worried that the enemy will make a comeback, we have to bury them with our own conscience?

This question made Dai Lin subconsciously take a step back, because he saw the unbelievable light in his son's eyes, which made him feel ashamed.

Since when did the noblest blood of mankind place power and power over the people it swore to protect?

This is a bit harsh, especially for the two old kings sitting on the chairs, but their eyes have not changed, it seems that everything that is happening in front of them is so ordinary and uninteresting.

How did our alliance degenerate to this extent?

Lothar closed his eyes and said softly:

When did the cause that I gave my life to and gave my all to, start to fall apart?

The returning Grand Marshal took a step back and stood in front of Orgrim. He looked at the king and dukes in front of him, and said in a deep voice:

If you kill the only orc right now who is willing to end this ridiculous war in peace, then I refuse! Not because I forgave him and his tribe, nor because he humbly begged us to give peace, but because we people need peace!

I swore an oath to protect my people, so I cannot let you do this!

bass

The long sword like a bronze key was held by Lothar in his hand. Both sides of the sword are covered with raised and symmetrical fourth-order sharp edges, which are reorganized into a complete ring in front of the hilt. The top of the blade is separated like a symmetrical tuning fork. The surface of the blade is engraved with mysterious runes from 2,800 years ago. The burning energy jumped, protecting Lothar's body in it.

When the sword appeared before the eyes of the world again after 2800 years, the breath from ancient times appeared on the sword bearer. It was the last will left by the first and only emperor of mankind. It runs through In the blood of every human being alive after 2800, it makes them feel awe and fear.

Dai Lin let out a long sigh. He took a step back and leaned slightly towards Lothar. Duke Bolvar knelt down on one knee and lowered his proud head. Even the two old kings trembled under the power of this bloodline call Standing up tremblingly, propping up his body with the scepter, behind Lothar, the young prince and king looked at the sword with reverence.

The true emperor's sword of mankind, the symbol of the co-lord of human civilization, and the true interpretation of kingship.

In the flames of Scamdor we see the future...

Wars, those that have passed, those that have not yet begun, those that are ongoing, have changed and brought an end to the old world, and what is now before us is called a new age, those things that cannot be known, that the people long to know, But in reality, they, including us, are not ready to accept it...we need all the preparations we can!

Therefore, in the name of the last blood of Emperor Thoradin, in the name of Anduin Lothar, and in the name of the Holy Arathor Empire, I order you!

Accept peace!

Lothar turned around and looked at Orgrim and the four young orcs behind him:

And you, the chief of the orcs, you will get the peace you want, but this peace does not represent the weakness of human beings. We are willing to give you a place to live, but if you are not satisfied, but if future wars will still be If you break out, then I will lead the human warriors like I did before, and completely defeat you! We are never afraid of challenges, we are never afraid of peace, this is our courage!

Orgrim stared blankly at Lothar in front of him, at the marshal who once defeated the mighty tribe head-on, and finally, he took a deep breath, took a step back, and lowered his head:

Thank you, then, for your kindness, Your Majesty.

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