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Kilrog left with a lot of orders. Watching him go away, Garrosh retracted his gaze to see his father. Obviously, he still had important news to report.

Although they did not make it clear, Gromash and him seemed to know each other very well. Strangely, they had only known each other for a while.

"Tell me." The chief of the Iron Tribe returned to the throne and allowed Garrosh to do something.

Garrosh took a breath, "Two days ago, we had a hunting squad missing."

Gromash held his head with his hands and hung his head, "I've heard people mention it. This is not worth making a fuss. Nagran is full of dangers, and even the Tabu sheep and the slit cow are wilder than elsewhere."

Anyway, this is not a rare thing.

"I found their bodies and checked them in person. They were not dead from difficult prey." Garrosh shook his head, "Besides, what kind of prey can kill an entire hunting squad?"

"You mean they were attacked? Maybe it was done by the Blade Tooth Tiger Man or the disobedient ogres in the Hanging Mat Castle." Gromash closed his eyes and patted his forehead, still unmoved by Garrosh's words.

"They did die in the attack, but neither the blade-toothed tigers nor the ogres knew how to use swords."

So something was wrong. Gromash opened his eyes again and looked at Garrosh with a straightening look.

"Sword, was it the Draenei people who did it?"

"I know that the Draenei sent rangers all over the world, but I don't believe that our soldiers would be easily killed. Even if there was an advantage in the number of people at the scene at that time, our people would not die, and the other party left no trace."

"Tell me your thoughts directly, Garrosh. There are only two of us here." Gromash gradually lost his patience.

To his surprise, he found a trace of suspicion in Garrosh's eyes - suspicion of him, as if once he knew the answer, he would immediately kill the orc in front of him who also had the chief tattoo on his body. Gromash knew that he would not do this. Without Garrosh, there would not be a steel tribe. He would not be a chief, but a slave to the demon.

"Maybe, someone like me appeared."

Suddenly, Gromash understood what Garrosh meant, and he remembered the situation when he first met this person. At that time, Garrosh came to the territory of the War Song clan alone, with shackles in his hands. The War Song chief was not a fool or stupid, and guessed that he had angered which clan? Is there a group of pursuers looking for him? Or would he cause trouble to the War Song clan?

"A man like you?" Gromash narrowed his eyes, "A man from Azeroth, who knew Gul'dan's conspiracy, and who knew that the orcs would be enslaved by demons?"

Garrosh nodded.

“How many of them have?”

The hunting team's corpse had only one kind of wound. Garrosh could make a judgment based on this. However, he was really unwilling to report this unacceptable fact to Gromash.

"one."

"One?" The hellscream on the throne widened his eyes, sounding like his warriors were harvested at will, weak.

"Yes, one."

"Is that person very powerful?"

"No doubt," Garrosh affirmed. In fact, he had guessed in his heart that this person was likely to be the king of the Forgotten. Kenotzdom once said that part of the power of the Withered One's body protecting the dragon comes from Norzdom.

Then he must have a way to find Delano Garrosh at this time node and clenched his fists.

"That man knows the fate of the orcs." Gromash's voice pulled his son back to reality. "But attacked my warrior, so he did not want to see the orcs change their established fate. Does he want to see us become slaves to the demons?"

It was not like this, because the people of Azeroth understood that the steel tribes would sweep their world immediately, so they came to stop them. Garrosh knew everything in his heart, but chose to hide the truth and agreed, "Yes, they don't want to see it."

"Why do they do this? Are they accomplices of the demon?"

"No, they are also enemies of the demons. But they also look down on orcs."

"But you told me that some orcs also settled in Azeroth."

"That's right, but the orcs had failed at that time. They were all green-skinned like Gul'dan..."

Gromash thought of the distorted face of the head of the Shadow Council, and his stomach was stirred.

"They let a weak chief lead them. The guy pleases the enemy of the past in various ways..."

Enemies? Is it a race called humans or night elves? Gromash was told that the orcs in that world have many enemies.

"Later, they actually chose to let a guy who is not an orc to lead all the orcs."

"Not an orc guy?" Gromash was completely shocked. All kinds of questions filled his mind.

Only orcs can determine their own destiny. This is the tradition of the orc clan. Ogres have enslaved orcs, and the demons will enslave them in the future. Gromash dared not think about it and could not accept such a situation.

"They didn't resist?"

“They were voluntary.”

"No!" The chief of the Iron Tribe raised his fist and smashed it on the handrail of the throne in anger. His roar rang throughout the fortress. Then he could only hear his rapid breathing.

"This is impossible!"

"This is true!"

Gromash stared at Garrosh in anger. If his eyes could kill people, he would probably have turned into powder. Garrosh had said many ridiculous words that made people think he was a lunatic, but the facts proved that he was right. Manolos's body was still lying on the high ground in the north of the Tanaan jungle.

Those guys who are willing to fall, they are willing to be slaves.

Blood Roar, the sharp axe passed down from generation to generation by the Hellscream family relied on his throne. This weapon was already a symbol of power for the War Song clan. Gromash instinctively picked up the weapon and held it high, as if he was preparing to tear the green-skinned orcs into pieces. But he didn't do that. He might have had this impulse in his heart just now, but suddenly thought of something that made him calm down. Garrosh didn't understand the reason.

Slowly, Gromash's breath stabilized, he retracted his movements, focused his eyes on Garrosh, looked at him carefully, and then walked towards him.

"Thank you for telling me this." Gromash said. "Since an uninvited guest has come, the person who knows him best will defeat him." He said as he handed out the blood roar, and then saw the shocked expression on Garrosh's face, like a child who took the first weapon from his father. He responded with a smile and patted Garrosh on the shoulder.

"Let's go, you need a decent succession ceremony, War Song Governor."

Garrosh looked at the battle axe in his hand. On the shiny axe blade, he saw his smile.
Chapter completed!