Why does Miss Theresa Folkston appear on the walls of Durnholde? Everyone, who can tell me this question?"

"Your Majesty, this is family leave."

"Um?"

"Miss Taressa and her parents are the servants of Clerkemoor."

Hahahaha, this damn feudal system is so "sweet". The vassals of my vassals are not my vassals, and the parents of my servants are naturally not my servants.

Carlos was very tired of Claymore using a woman's head as revenge.

But looking at it from the moral high ground, Claymore did not make any mistakes.

Colluding with the orcs and releasing prisoners of war privately, what is the crime?

Treason!

How to punish?

Behead in public display!!!

Carlos had no reason to get angry over this matter. If he wanted to express his stance, he would even have to give a medal to the already dead Claymore.

As for why the little maid whom I once thought of, Taresha, and the little maid I asked for from Claymore died on the city wall, who is trampling on my authority...

It's no longer important.

It's not difficult to find out. Crackmore is just an officer and warden of the Kingdom of Lordaeron. To put it nicely, he is called the "master" of Durnholde Castle, but his actual status is very low.

Before the orcs moved, he couldn't refuse the request of a "great noble" from Alterac.

But after learning that Thrall was leading the orc rebellion, Claymore ordered his servant, Foxton, Miss Taressa's father, to hand-write a fake critical illness notice.

So Talesa, who had no idea of ​​the conspiracy behind her, returned to the place where she grew up and set foot on the end of her death.

Although the matter is not serious, it would damage my reputation if I pursue it further.

But Carlos was very sad.

Not just because of the death of an "innocent" woman, but an indescribable feeling.

Carlos felt very uncomfortable inside. Things shouldn't be like this. This is not the result I want...

But all this is worthless.

Thrall's messenger has arrived.

An old orc with only five teeth in his mouth, including tusks, volunteered to find the alliance's patrol cavalry and held a tattered tribal war flag. He told the humans in skillful common language that he was the special envoy of the new orc war chief.

, want to see the human commander.

The young cavalryman did not have a deep impression of the tribe's flag, so he did not collect the flag of the frail old orc.

So when this orc walked into Carlos's command tent with an unpeeled "Y"-shaped tree branch carrying the flag of the former tribe, Carlos's generals were boiling!

For a moment, even the power of the moon god could not suppress Carlos' surging anger.

Back then, hundreds of thousands of people fought bloody battles, and millions of people died in the war. The terrifying tribe that mankind defeated after uniting for the first time after the disintegration of the Arathor Empire... has been resurrected?

This is not as simple as a flag.

Perhaps Thrall needs a name to unify his newly rescued orcs.

Maybe it's just Orgrim's way of provoking his opponents to break the situation.

Or maybe it was just the old orc's own decision.

It no longer matters what the truth is.

Because those generals, including Carlos, who had dyed their youth with blood in order to resist the orcs, did not allow it.

"What message does your warchief want you to take?"

"Are you the supreme commander of the Alliance?"

"I am."

"You're too young to be."

"I'm Carlos Barov, you should have heard my name."

"..."

Carlos used his dignity to suppress the excitement of his men.

So, the old orc told Thrall that he was going to use the human captives in Durnholde Castle as bargaining chips to negotiate terms with the Alliance.

"Tell Sal I'm sure."

"The tribe greets you..."

"Do you have any requests before you die?"

The old orc was stunned for a moment. He didn't understand why the man who was calm and calm just now suddenly turned his back.

But soon, the old orc felt relieved.

Isn't this a matter of course, otherwise I wouldn't be rushing to get this job.

Let young people live.

The old orc turned his head and glanced at the flag that had been used as a mat, blanket, and shroud, and said without fear: "Let me have a full meal at the end."

"I won't ask your name to satisfy him."

The first half of Carlos's words were addressed to this fearless old orc, and the rest were instructions to his own people.

We cannot abandon the soldiers guarding Durnholde Castle who were captured because of their machinations. They do not deserve to die.

So Carlos decided to trade with the new chief of the tribe.

But the orcs must not let go. After exchanging the prisoners, Carlos will launch a violent battle to break any hope of the orc tribe's resurrection.

Thrall is dead, and it's useless even if Elune comes, I, Carlos, said so.

The huge emotional impact briefly broke through the will-distorting effect of the power of the Moon God on Carlos.

Although this state quickly stabilized, the shackles Elune left on Carlos were broken to a small extent.

"Why do you do this? You know it will anger humans!"

Thrall couldn't understand why Orgrim sent people to humans to die behind his back, so he asked loudly.

"Your understanding of that man is one-sided, and I have fought against him. Without provoking him, there is no way for everyone to leave. The terrain of Durnholde is a huge trap, and we jumped down foolishly, although

I don’t know what the other side wants to do.”

"There are two hundred thousand of us!"

"Back then, I sent 200,000 orcs to give me fuel without batting an eye. Boy, you are still very young."

"But there is no need to anger humans, we can..."

Orgrimmar interrupted Thrall's words.

"The man chasing us is named Carlos Barov. I didn't think he was that powerful back then. He was at most a pretty good commander at the platoon level. But after so many years, all the commanders who were more powerful than him are dead.

, then he becomes the most terrifying one. You can’t lead everyone down the road without paying the price.”

"Forget it, it's already happened. I will find a way to last longer after things get worse. You have to..."

"No, Sal, my boy, let this old thing of mine stay."

"As promised before, let me first..."

Orgrim shook his head, slowly untied his legendary black armor, placed it neatly on the ground, took out the Doomhammer, and handed the hammer handle to Thrall with his own hands.

"I'm old and you're still young. It's time for me to do something for you.
Chapter completed!