Chapter 985 The Intruding Mr. Hou

Even when facing the demon leaders of Kazzak in Mount Hyjal, Brox never flinched.

He is undoubtedly a hero. When facing the twin demon lords of Kazzak, he was ordered to lead a sniper team to intercept the demon commandos trying to assist their leader.

At that time, he wielded his war hammer and fought bravely to kill the enemy. When the last comrade was split in half by a gargoyle before he could be reinforced, he avenged his comrades and smashed the gargoyle with a hammer.

Then, there was silence all around.

When Thrall arrived with his army, the figure of Brox standing alone in a pool of blood with scars all over his body left a very, very deep impression on Thrall.

In Thrall's opinion, Brox's name should be almost as respectable as Thrall's.

Exiting early against Archimonde ruined what should have been a perfect honor.

But Thrall chose him not only because of his strength and wealth of experience. More importantly, Thrall knew Brox's loyalty.

It was impossible for Thrall to send an army for this kind of mission that required traveling through time and space. He needs a confidant strong enough to complete this kind of task for him.

It was supposed to be like this, but a guy showed up who gave Thrall a headache.

A burly and fierce figure rushed into Thrall's tent, then picked up Nozdormu's dragon scale without saying a word, and passed the test in just 10 seconds.

Thrall's mouth was filled with bitterness: "For the sake of our ancestors, don't make things difficult for me... Grom Hellscream!"

Mr. Hou gasped and did not look at Thrall. Instead, he looked at Krasus, who looked like an elf: "I heard that Duke will also go."

When Krasus said the word "Yes!", Thrall had a headache.

"Then I'll go too!" Mr. Hou said decisively, with a tone that left no room for doubt.

"The Horde needs you more." Thrall tried to explain.

"What do you need me to do? Cut down those demons running around like frightened rabbits? Or steal the human revenge target and cut that Alsace? I heard that the Alliance had already cut that Alsace in half last time." Rom's voice rose.

"Grom, don't forget, you are the chief of the Warsong clan?"

Grom slapped his chest and made a loud "Bang!"

"I am a warrior first, and I am an old warrior. I have lived longer than my father and my grandfather combined. Among the tribe, guys of my age should have died several times in battle. Do you want me to watch Duke go on a dangerous mission, and then accidentally get hung up on the mission, and finally let me go to meet my ancestors with the regret that I still owe Duke a life? I don’t want to owe a human being His favor dies! Even if he is a hero worthy of respect!"

Grom's words were so reasonable that Thrall was speechless.

From Draenor to Azeroth, the infant mortality rate has remained high due to factors such as war and harsh environments. Although there are no official statistics, it is an indisputable fact that the average age of orcs rarely exceeds thirty years old.

Most of the orcs who live a long time are shamans who don't have to go to the battlefield.

Whether Brox or Grom, they seem to have experienced the battlefields of the Draenei War, the First and Second Dark Portal Wars, the Battle of Dalaran against the Scourge, and the Battle of Mount Hyjal. Living fossils are simply a miracle!

Even Grom Hellscream, the first warrior of the tribe, is no longer young. He will be fifty years old this year.

Fifty years old! This is an extremely exaggerated age for an orc warrior.

Thrall sighed.

"Sal! Stop trying to persuade me! If my son was still alive, he would be over 20 years old. Apart from Duke's kindness, I have no regrets in this life!"

At this moment, Brooks took a step forward, and Sal noticed that Brooks clenched his fists tighter.

Brox's fiery eyes were telling Thrall that since he had passed this test, he was willing to fight for it until death.

Sal may not know it, but Brooks also suffers from a deep sense of guilt that almost consumes his soul for a time.

All his comrades died, and only Brooks was left. He didn't understand and felt very guilty at the same time. Why didn't he die heroically with his comrades? For him, living is a regret, even a failure. Since then, he has been waiting for a chance to atone for his sins. Atonement, even death.

Now, fate finally gave him this opportunity.

How could he give up such an opportunity just because of Grom's higher status! ?

The two orc heroes who were fighting fiercely refused to give in, which made Thrall very difficult, because Krasus specified that only one person was needed.

Suddenly, Nozdormu's voice sounded from the scales of Nozdormu.

"Then send one more orc."

"Uh! Nozdormu... Your Majesty!?" Thrall was startled.

"It's okay. With my strength, it's not a big problem to send one more person back. At most, I'll give Duke a hard time, hehe! Who told him to give me so much trouble..."

At the same moment, before returning to the old Karazhan site on the Deadwind Pass, Duke sneezed loudly.

"Haqiu——"

"Caught a cold?" The two queens turned back at the same time and looked at Duke strangely.

"No, I seem to feel a wave of malice from a certain dragon. Please don't pay attention."

There was desolation in front of him. After the explosion of Karazhan fifteen years ago, this place was a scorched earth without any vegetation. After the second war at the Dark Portal, Duke was busy clicking on various black technology talents and had no time to admire the natural environment here.

Now that he was finally on the line with the night elves, Duke was thinking about whether to kidnap a druid or trick Alexstrasza into doing a small favor after Karazhan returned, so as to turn this place into a green place.

After all, if Karazhan becomes someone else's home base again, the surrounding area will be too unsightly, and at least the three Windrunner sisters won't like coming there.

At this time, it seemed that the orcs had reached an agreement.

Suddenly, a large piece of scorched earth began to change color in front of Duke. In the blink of an eye, it turned into yellow quicksand. After a sound like wind blowing sand, a very mini sand dragon appeared.

That's the small version of Nozdormu.

"Give me the spatial coordinates." A spiritual thought went straight into Duke's spiritual sea, and Duke gave it simply.

Then, a desert storm appeared out of thin air and suddenly covered half of the valley.

Even Queen Xi, who did not understand magic, felt that the space was shaking violently. It seemed as if a small hole had opened in the tightly sealed sky. In the sandstorm, as the sand blew, an increasingly clear outline appeared. That huge tower, that covered bridge, that spire...

That's right!

It's Karazhan!

When the huge mage tower returned to its original color in the sight of Duke and others, the tall iron gate of the main gate was suddenly pulled up, and a silver-haired figure shot out like an arrow.

The next moment, Duke was hugged by a slim female figure!