Azeroth New World

The raging bonfire illuminates the rough faces of Thrall and the two orcs. In the cauldron on the bonfire are some plant tubers and some meat from some kind of rodent floating in the cauldron. Except for the thick soup boiled by "Gulu, Gulu" The only sound left is the crackling sound of matches burning.

After hard work, they finally wiped out all the shelters and rescued the poor compatriots in the shelters!This is really something to celebrate.

However, as a great chief, Thrall can't just live in the present, he also has to consider the future of the tribe, and now a thorny issue is placed in front of Thrall.

Just this day, a group of orcs attacked a human village against Thrall's orders, killing all humans including women and children.

When Thrall arrived, he knocked the leader of the orc to the ground and roared at the orc on the ground: "We are not here to slaughter humans! We are fighting for the freedom of our imprisoned brothers! Our opponents are those Armed warriors, not milkwomen and children! If someone hurts that innocent villager, I will never forgive him, understand?"

Thrall severely punished those orcs who disobeyed his orders, but he was not sure if other orcs would make the same mistake in the future.

"We have been set free, but that is not enough. We must be free to be who we really are, not as a race that exists only to slaughter human beings. The past is over. We fight now as honorable warriors, Not a bloodthirsty killer. There is no honor in murdering children. We must recover our traditions and restore what we should have been." Adding a handful of firewood to the bonfire, Thrall broke the silence .

"Being ourselves? Restoring the orc tradition? It's not easy." Hellscream spoke, his voice was very soft, and he sounded a little weak. Thrall knew that this was because he had to fight with him all the time. Fighting the mad demon blood in his body took a lot of Hellscream's energy.

"I believe that we have fallen from noble warriors to despicable killers because of being polluted. I firmly believe that we can overcome all of this." Thrall said firmly.

"I think we need a role model, a mentor who can teach the orcs by precepts and deeds, who can tell the orcs what the traditional and real orcs look like." The old shaman Drek'Thar is still so wise. Point him in the right direction when he's confused.

Thrall scratched his chin with his thick fingers, but fell silent again.

Being a mentor to orcs and teaching them how to do things sounds difficult, but it is actually simple.Orcs worship the strong, as long as you can subdue him, he will naturally listen to you.Among the orcs, there is no strong talker, no matter how much they talk, it is better to fight.

The question is, where can I find a strong man who can overwhelm most of the orcs?

Thrall has such strength, but Thrall was raised by humans. He himself doesn't know what a traditional orc looks like, and how to teach others.

Hellscream also has such strength, but he himself has been enduring the torment of demon blood, hovering on the edge of madness all the time, asking him to teach the orcs may backfire.

Drek'Thar stirred the pot of soup with a spoon, serving a bowl to Thrall and Hellscream.

The food was not rich, even a little shabby, but the three orcs by the campfire didn't care at all, they were all used to being hungry, and it would be nice to have something to eat.

Hellscream took a sip of the thick soup, stopped suddenly, and said: "Speaking of traditional orcs, I suddenly thought of a person, an admirable orc. If he were here, he would definitely be able to teach orcs to get back the traditions and traditions they once had. glory."

"Oh, who is it?" Thrall was overjoyed. If there really was such an orc, Thrall wouldn't mind giving up his position as chief.

"His name is Eitrigg, a true warrior!"

"So, where is this warrior now?"

"I heard that he lives in seclusion in a forest in the north, but I can't judge whether the news is true or not, and I don't know if he is still alive."

Where there is news, there is hope, and Thrall will never let go of any opportunity.

"I'm going to the north tomorrow. I will definitely find this great warrior and bring him back to the tribe, if he is still alive." After speaking, Thrall drank the thick soup in his hand and lay down on the spot , start resting.Starting tomorrow, there will be an arduous journey waiting for him, and he must recharge his batteries.

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Although most of the time in the land of ghosts is foggy, cold and humid, it will inevitably make people feel depressed after staying for a long time, but since the completion of the large-scale climate enchantment in Zulmasha, the enchantment can basically achieve the feeling of spring all year round .

A cool and soothing wind blows through the flowers, bringing peace to this quiet city.

Bridget was wearing a cool long dress, standing in front of the window and staring outside.

Kant approached her gently from behind, pressed his chest against her back, and said softly, "Would you like to go down for a walk?"

Bridget turned her head, showing a gentle smile, shaking her head and rejecting Kant's proposal.

Bridget has been like this for a few days now, and she doesn't seem to be interested in anything.Kant looked heartbroken but could do nothing. The pain of the loss of a loved one cannot be healed in a short time.

What Kant can do is to bring him back to Zuer Masha, a place full of happy memories of the two, and use his careful care to accompany her to get out of sadness quickly.

Kant knew that Bridget must have missed his father just now, and Kant had to find some topics to distract her.

"Have you dealt with the affairs of the army and the Knights? It won't be a problem for you to leave for a while, right?"

Bridget frowned slightly, and said: "Without me, they might have handled it better. His Majesty the King is eliminating father's influence in the army."

"What?" Kant's surprise was written on his face.

Kant was not surprised why King Terenas did this, but why he did so without level.

The trend of Hope Island, the Abbendis family and the Sohrenhof family merging is already unstoppable, and any reasonable opportunity to weaken the strength of this nascent political group is also in the process of being cleaned up.

However, the general's bones are not yet cold, so he can't wait to clear the forces left by the general, isn't he afraid of others' chilling?

The Kingdom of Lordaeron, including other countries on the mainland, is basically a standard feudal lord system.The son of a nobleman continues to be a nobleman, the son of a steward continues to be a steward, and the son of a knight continues to be a knight for the son of a nobleman when he grows up. This tradition of inheriting his father's business is basically the default rule in this world.

At this time, the general died in battle. According to the rules of this world, Bridget naturally has the priority to inherit the general's position in the army.This is not surprising, the so-called vassals are not my vassals.Many of the subordinates in the General's army are his personal soldiers and subordinates. They used to serve the General, but now they serve Bridget, and have nothing to do with King Terenas Menethil.

Now, according to King Terenas's tossing method, even if the crusader army led by the general is not disbanded, it may not have much combat effectiveness in a short time.

Moreover, breaking the existing universal rules in this world for no reason will definitely be backlashed by the rules.

As a seasoned politician, King Terenas Menethil shouldn't make such a low-level mistake. He has enough means and opportunities to slowly weaken the influence of the general, and let others find fault .

But soon, Kant thought of a reasonable explanation, so he pondered for a while and said softly: "It stands to reason that His Majesty the King doesn't have to do this, unless..."

"Unless what?" Bridget couldn't help asking.

"Unless His Majesty the King has a compelling reason, so that he has no time or patience to wait."

Bridget was taken aback when she heard the words, and then quickly figured out the joints. She couldn't help but blurted out: "No time?! You mean our King..."

Seeing Bridget's uncertain expression, Kant nodded affirmatively.