Chapter 459: : Sentiment and Surrender

Garrosh died, and Thrall completed the task entrusted to him by the War Crimes Tribunal.
The people who got the news did not know exactly how their feelings were at this moment.
Is it pleasant? Should we celebrate?
Or should you sigh for Garrosh, the ex-chief who couldn't hate?
But all this is no longer important. The dead have died, and the living still have to move on.
Garrosh's body was brought back to Azeroth by Thrall and Orgrimmar.
He will receive an ordinary grave outside the city as his resting place, surrounded by all orcs killed and killed since the establishment of the new tribe.
Although Garrosh is not a qualified Warchief, he is still a qualified orc warrior, and no one can deny this.
A qualified orc warrior deserves to sleep with his kind.
Gaiaan's grandmother slowly crouched down, stroking Garrosh's tombstone without saying a word.
Maybe. . . Garrosh should not have come to Azeroth from the beginning. His home and stage should be in the Outland, in the Nagrand Prairie.
The Horde made Garrosh's ending, and Garrosh made the current Horde.
There is no right or wrong, only right or wrong.
The orthodox tribe is on the verge of collapse, and now only the Warsong clan is still resisting, and Grom Hellscream is unwilling to surrender.
After learning that Garrosh was dead, Grom hated himself even more for himself in another world.
He thought Garrosh wasn't wrong, and another one, as his father, worked for the group of long-eared elves, and now he was still letting Thrall kill his son.
Poor Garrosh, what a great lad, and a perfect orc, if you have a son yourself, it must be Garrosh!
But now is not the time to be sentimental, the Warsong clan has retreated to the Iron Fortress at the seaside fortress in the middle and south of the Nagrand Prairie for undefeated final resistance.
The orthodox tribes are about to die, and Grom is well aware of this.
Even the four Elemental Lords of the Elemental Throne have begun to support the group of shamans of the alien invaders and allow them to communicate the elemental power of Draenor's world.
The elements are not stupid. They all see that the orthodox tribe is about to finish the ball. Now if they continue to invest in them, the proper blood is lost.
At present, the only clans that have not been broken apart, except the Warsong clan, are the Shadowmoon clan in Shadowmoon Valley.
However, Ner'zhul's cunning old thing, he seems to have begun to try to reach the tribe, seeking the possibility of surrendering and joining.
Ner'zhul's preferred target was originally the Iron Horde under the Dark Empire. He said that the Shadowmoon clan could provide Shadow Warriors to the Iron Horde and would be willing to present their artifact Dark Star, which is a core of Naaru in the shadow state. The essence can also be called the essence of entropy.
However, the Empire of the Night rejected Ner'zhul, and Gul'dan attended the Prime Minister's Council infrequently, firmly opposing Ner'zhul's surrender to the Empire.
"No matter what the world is, Ner'zhul, my teacher, he is a cunning and cowardly orc. The Empire does not need his shadow power. Sylvanas can completely fill this gap!"
Of course, not only to take care of Gul'dan's emotions, after all, the name Ner'zhul is more hateful than Gul'dan.
Gul'dan in the main world reached the sky, encouraging the old orcs to launch a tide of darkness against Azeroth, and finally ran to the grave and died in the grave.
And Ner'zhul, the predecessor of the Lich King, thought of what he did, and most of the people in Azeroth's world gritted their teeth.
The Iron Tribe has also made it clear that he does not want this person.
So to put it simply, we are not accepting you as an employee here, and apply to other companies.
Ner'zhul, who hit the wall, did not give up, and instead began to contact the tribe.
Warchief Vol'jin summoned the tribal chiefs and was discussing whether to accept Ner'zhul.
On the other hand, Kargath Bladefist led an Iron Horde legion across the Nagrand prairie and reached the westernmost ogre empire capital, Hangmaul.
Seeing an ogre country destroys one, and pulls all of the surrender back into the arena and becomes a slave gladiator. This is a small goal set by Cargas for himself.
As for himself of another orthodox tribe, scouts reported that he also ran to Xuanmaobao with the Shattered Hand clan and wanted revenge from the ogre.
It's better, just hit it all in one go.
In the Tanaan jungle area in the eastern part of the mainland, the blood ring clan is being forced to enter a new era.
Because of the mysterious disappearance of Gul'dan and his close friends, and the failure of Archimonde, the evil orc tribe entrenched in the hellfire fortress became a bitter child without father and mother overnight, and the surrounding wolf They set their sights on them.
The night empire's army is storming this fortress, and it has truly achieved the level of one bombing per day and one massacre per day.
Kilrogg Dead Eye automatically upgrades to the highest handle of the evil orc tribe, but he has no trace of happiness.
If there is a choice, he would now prefer to return to his homeland to plant.
Gul'dan's lied to himself, to all evil orcs who believed in him!
And that Archimonde, aren't you known as the polluter! Isn't it the number one in the Burning Legion! Is there anything you sell so hard for your teammates!
But now it ’s too late to say, in order to gain great power, the Blood Ring clan got on Gul'dan, a seemingly bright luxury car.
Now I found out that this treadmill is a black car that is soaring and has no brake function!
But hope always comes inadvertently.
Another Gul'dan appeared, and he came with a mighty Dawn Corps, walking on colorful clouds to take their lives.
Oh, here they come.
Kilrogg was so arrogant that he pushed Jinshan down on his knees.
"Brother, take us away! This day can't be over!"
There is no harm without comparison. Look at what Gul'dan looks like on your side, and look at Gul'dan from this Azeroth world. It's not difficult to choose!
The mysteriously missing Gul'dan and his Shadow Council are the dog legs of the Burning Legion. His Majesty topped the sky, which is a group of demon lords on business trips. The rest are evil orc warlocks and low-level demons.
And Gul'dan of Azeroth, with heavy soldiers in his hand, has a variety of high-level demons like cattle hair, and can not hide a wave of divine energy.
Even the ogre Gujar behind him is infinitely better than the one on his side!
Although this Gul'dan is also a dog leg of a dark Titan, he is better than another Gul'dan!
"Kiellog ... hmm ... your parallel world is the same as the main timeline, it really disappoints me, another me of waste, another tribe of waste ..."
Gul'dan held his wand with four skulls, and hurriedly walked in the hellfire fortress, with dark green flames burning on his spiked shoulder armor.
Kilrogg didn't know how to talk, and could only smirk with embarrassment.
When he came to the area of ​​Sargerei, a roar came.
"Gul'dan in another world! How dare you break into my holy place in Socrethar, you will die ..."
Before Socrethar had finished speaking, his soul involuntarily floated out of the giant evil power Auchenai, and Gul'dan slightly lifted his staff and released a chain of evil energy to pull Socret. Sar approaches himself.
"You should be fortunate that if another you are here today, I promise you that the sad soul will never die so quickly ... and I, have no interest in tormenting ants like you, you draenei Add Ereda's hybrid. "
After all, Gul'dan's wand slammed into the ground, and Sucretha suddenly screamed a terrible scream ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The flame of evil energy wrapped him around, burning his soul.
"Well, Kilrogg, you haven't been very clever, so I will simply say ... two choices, the first ... the blood ring clan and everyone in this fortress will Accept the selection of Dawn Corps and the Iron Tribe, yes ... you will be completely divided. Second ... "
"I choose first, I have no opinion!"
Kilrogg didn't wait for Gul'dan to finish speaking, and immediately took his stand.
Nonsense, the second choice is to know everything with ass.
Anyway, no one wants to continue to fight anymore now, after jumping from the black car of the evil orc tribe successfully, think about the others.
A few days later, the Hellfire Fortress surrendered.
The short-lived orc tribe officially announced its dissolution.
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