"Do you believe what he said?"

Uther, who was heading towards the portal, whispered: "That peaceful remark."

"Tell the truth."

Fording glanced at the orc following behind him with 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 hand me the battlefield."

"kindness."

Uther nodded and stepped into the portal in front of him. After a slight weightless feeling flashed, he appeared outside Lordaeron's court. The portal specially opened by the mages was very accurate. In front of the Paladin, there were 200 fully armed royal guards.

Uther turned around and looked at the five orcs walking out of the portal behind him. He said coldly in a tone that kept people from thousands of miles away:

"As far as your danger is concerned, we are going to lock you up, Orgrim, we and you all understand what you can do after you go crazy. If you really come with the will of peace as you said, then I think this should not be a humiliation for you, right?"

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

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

Orgrim's ridicule made the four young orcs behind him laugh, which also made the Paladin's face look even more ugly. He waved his fingers, and the royal guard walked forward and copied a heavy magical shackle on Orgrim's hands.

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

"I am Gromash, the chief of the War Song clan. Garrosh, the son of Hellscream. Hellscream, I come on behalf of the War Song clan. Since you are afraid of the Great Chief, you may also be afraid of me! Come on, lock me up, or more simply, kill me, and then with the orcs who have united again, on your land, a third war to destroy everything. Isn't this what you are looking forward to?"

Faced with the ridicule of the young orc, Uther shook his head, he pointed at Garrosh's chest and said in a deep voice:

"Don't show yourself so anxiously, I locked Orgrim because I was worried that he would run away from me again. As for you... you are far from your butcher father, but this means you still have some help."

Garrosh's face became hot because of Uther's spicy mockery. He clenched his fists and wanted to have a reckless attack, but was held tightly by Sar behind him. Sar said in Garrosh's ear:

"Calm down, he is irritating you! 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 malicious humans, he felt that it would be better to listen to Thrall's advice.

"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, "Enterprise", the kings are already waiting for you!"

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"Clang"

The heavy door of the King's Parliament Hall, which had not been opened for a long time, was once again pushed open. In the vigilant eyes of the Royal Guard, Orgrim, who had locked hands, walked step by step into the palace decorated with gorgeous carpets and luxurious decorations.

Amid the collision of the chains of the feet, a trace of loss flashed in Orgrim's eyes.

He once had such a chance to enter here openly in the form of a victorious person, but unfortunately, he had lost that opportunity.

Orgrim raised his head and sat on the round table in front of him, three kings, a duke and a great wizard. Compared to the "sacred scene" when he was "judged" a few years ago, the "sacred scene" where the king gathered and the princes gathered together, the scene in front of him made the chief feel a little... "miserable".

"Ah, it seems that it's not just the orcs that failed."

Orgrim sat openly on the chair prepared for him under the gaze of the kings. He looked at the kings in front of him and said softly:

"The league actually didn't win..."

"Do I need to use the long sword to tell you again, we won!"

Deline Prodmore, sitting at the round table, squinted his eyes and looked at the thin Orgrim, and he said softly with malicious intentions:

"And what I'm even more curious about is what kind of stupid person will once again throw himself into the trap after running away? What? Mr. Orgrim, are you impatient? To be honest, I don't mind sending you out of this world with a bullet. That would be the most pleasant thing in my first half of my life."

"Did you really win?"

Orgrim raised his locked hands and waved in the air:

"If you really win, then there should be at least 6 kings and representatives of alien races sitting in front of me. It would be an astonishing number of parliament, not the five people who are lonely now. Among them, Paul, three old men and old women, defeated the tribe's alliance and split... Just after you declared yourself "victory"!"

This unceremonious rebuttal made Dailin's eyes dangerous. The great mage of Modra, who represented Dalaran, seemed to have not heard the orcs' mockery. King Terenas was not very energetic and King Soras, who had been forced to attend the meeting with a sick body, were unwilling to argue with Orgrim. The old king of Lordaeron looked at Orgrim in disgust, and the scepter in his hand tapped on the ground.

"Tell me, orc, you said you came with the will of peace, but your army is still attacking our army in the Arachi Highlands and the southern borders of the mainland. Is this what you understand as "peace"?"

"General Danas of the Arachi Heights and his brave soldiers were only surrounded, not destroyed! And the Lakeside Town of the Storm Kingdom was only burned, not slaughtered! I think this probably proves the goodwill of the tribe."

Orgrim said meaningfully:

"Duke Bowal, right? You came on behalf of Stormwind City, so please tell me how many civilians were killed and killed when the Blood Ring Clan attacked the Red Ridge Mountain prisoner-of-war camp?"

"There are no casualties in the civilians, but their homes are burned!"

Duke Berval's face was very ugly, his fists were clenched tightly, and he shouted:

"But the Blackstone clan used despicable means to raid our base on the Burning Plains! You are like before, a group of disgusting butchers!"

"IMHO, the league is really too weak."

Orgrim shook his head:

"You have not even figured out who you are fighting with until now. What I want to say is that the Black Stone clan is no longer a member of us. Their chiefs are crazy. They belong to the old tribe, not the new tribe!"

"So what?"

Dai Lin mocked: "They are all orcs, aren't they?"

"But Gilness is all human, and they may not be the same as you. They just quit the alliance, aren't they?"

Orgrim shrugged, a trace of sly flashing in his eyes:

"Don't waste time on these trivial matters. Now Gromash is commanding the tribe's army. He is not willing to talk to you. What you should be clear is that in the entire new tribe's camp, I may be the only one who wants to exchange for peace, so if I were you, I would cherish the opportunity in front of me."

"Danas won't lose, I believe him."

King Soras leaned on the throne with a tired face, and his fire of life was already very weak. After Prince Galin returned, the Kingdom of Stormgard would probably welcome a new king.

But at the last moment of his life, the resolute 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 made the wrong abacus! Orcs, we want peace, but there is never peace between you!"

"So even if you are facing a crisis of division, you must stab the knife into my heart before you die and pull me to hell together?"

Orgrim sighed:

"I don't want to comment too much about the winners and losses 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 Frost Wolf Clan, the War Song Clan, the Thunder King 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, humans, at this moment, it will be no good for anyone to force themselves to continue fighting. Besides, don't you want to listen to my conditions?"

The great master Modra, who had not spoken, suddenly spoke:

"Then let's talk about it, orc, let us know that you are not joking at risk of your life!"

"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 the Ultratown Valley, the Barren Land, the Hindlands and the Stranglethorn Valley, 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, and the tribes will no longer threaten any civilians of the Alliance, any village, and of course, the Blackstone clan does not include it."

"Um?"

King Terenas, who had been thinking closed his eyes and suddenly opened his eyes. He turned his head to look at the others. Even Dailin, who hated the orc the most, had a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"You are going to return to Delano?"

The great wizard Modra asked: "What are all your conditions?"

"No, first of all, Draenor can no longer go back. We have no way to open the door of darkness."

The former chief said helplessly:

"And there has been occupied by the dead, so what we are going to is another place."

"Kalimdo!"

Dai Lin said this name word by word, and the Admiral looked back at the others and explained in a low voice:

"Two years ago, during the exploration of the Kalimdor coast of the Third Fleet of Kurtiras, we accidentally discovered traces of orcs, but I thought at the time that they were just a group of deserters who had escaped from the war..."

King Kultilas turned his head and looked at Orgrim:

"Now it seems that you have found a way out for your fellow countrymen long before they failed, right?"

"You can think so."

Orgrim did not defend:

"The story behind this is very long. I don't think anyone is willing to waste time on it. I will just say it. I will persuade the tribe to stop fighting, provided you release all the orc captives in the imprisoned. If necessary, I hope you can provide some ships. Of course, this is a one-way journey, and if you need it, we will pay the ship."

"Then wait for the orcs to rest in Kalimdo, and wait until you have recovered your strength and fight back across the sea again?"

Dailin looked at Orgrim with a fool's gaze. His fingers pounded on the table several 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? What's the point of 10 years of war? Why should I promise you?"

"Then how many orcs have you killed?"

Orgrim stared at Dailin's eyes and said:

"The old tribes have paid the price for the wars of the past. The new tribes now want to dilute hatred, but you, you hold the sword of hatred and are unwilling to let go. Even if the last human soldier falls, we will die on your land, right? Do you know what we will do?"

"Bang"

Orgrim stood up, his body straight, like the former tribal chief, his roar sounded in the palace:

"We will fight back to the death! Even if the last orc dies on the battlefield, we will pull the enemy to your hell together! The orcs have no home, and we have nothing but dignity! I abandoned my dignity and came here, not to let you humiliate me, Deline Prodmore, you will hear it clearly!"

"The person who wants to continue the war now is not me! The person who wants to keep bleeding on both sides is not me! The person who doesn't want to put down the butcher knife is not me!"

"You still want war, right?"

Blood surged in Orgrim's eyes, 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, and add another piece of blood to the human and the orcs! Until one of the two sides completely falls down and all the blood is shed!"

"The orcs may become extinct, but how long can your fragile alliance last? Should you have another "glorious" victory, let the final alliance fall apart and let human civilization completely decline into the clouds. Do you want that result?"

"Let me tell you, this will be a war without a winner!"
Chapter completed!