Chapter 1373 Eternal Oath

Duke's speech continued.

"However, we are also very lucky. Azeroth is currently the only planet in the vast universe that has a super-powerful planetary protection array. The array is still functioning normally, and we don't have to worry about the Burning Legion's strongest force all day long. The demons just broke into Azeroth. Not Archimonde, not Kil'jaeden, not even Sargeras."

"Work hard. We don't want our descendants to be enslaved by demons, and we don't want our homeland that we rely on to thrive to be destroyed again. We can only move forward together."

Duke's words struck every chief's heart like a giant hammer and were thought-provoking.

If Duke had said these words during the first battle at the Dark Portal, he would have been laughed at.

But after experiencing so much, especially after Mount Hyjal, the tribe has deeply realized how powerful and terrifying the enemy is.

Duke's seemingly overly generous move is, in the final analysis, determined by the huge difference in realm and vision between Alliance leaders and Horde leaders - if you don't deal with the Burning Legion carefully, it will become almost impossible to resist. In the face of such a powerful enemy, the grievances between the Alliance and the Horde are nothing more than trivial matters.

"Duke, we understand. Let the Alliance and the Horde continue to work together to resist the Burning Legion." Thrall punched his chest heavily: "I swear that in my lifetime, as long as the Alliance does not betray the covenant, , the tribe will be an ally of the alliance."

Duke nodded: "I also swear that as long as the tribe does not break the covenant for one day, the alliance will not take the initiative to attack the tribe."

One pair is big, one pair is small.

Four hands with different painting styles are tightly held together.

"Thall, you also know that I have been promoted to Demigod of the Demon Network. I really can't leave now. Regarding the specific matters of the expedition to the outer lands, Varian Wrynn will come over to negotiate with the tribe later."

"good!"

After Duke and Thrall discussed the general principles, Grom suddenly stood up.

"Hey, old friend, what's wrong?" Duke asked with a smile.

The famous Mr. Hou... is old.

The years have left deep traces on this legendary hero who has experienced three battles at the Dark Portal, the Battle of Mount Hyjal and the Battle of Ahn'Qiraj.

Grom lost one of his hands and lost a lot of hair on the top of his head, showing a Mediterranean shape. He only tied the remaining hair together randomly and tied it into the back of his head like an onion.

The once resolute face was already full of wrinkles.

There is also the gray beard and even body hair, which makes people feel heartbroken just by looking at it.

Is this the same Mr. Hou who sent Cenarius to the west with one ax and killed an abyss lord instantly?

Duke said nothing, his heart filled with complicated emotions.

It was his action that prevented this legendary hero from dying before the battle of Mount Hyjal.

It was also because of his action that he truly saw what it meant to be a hero.

In the entire Ahn'Qiraj war, Grom had no outstanding performance.

Perhaps, letting Grom die as he did in history is the best destination for an unparalleled orc warrior.

On the surface, Duke had no expression, and his heart was filled with regret.

What Duke was thinking was well captured by Grom.

Grom Hellscream has never been an emotionally delicate person. When a person gets older, he will see many things that he could not see when he was young.

Grom's face suddenly twitched, his shoulders trembled, but he still spoke. His voice was full of some strange power, as if it was taking everyone back to the long river of history.

"I fought for my clan for the first half of my life, and for my tribe for the second half of my life."

"I have made many mistakes - I was the first to drink the blood of demons, massacred humans, and accidentally killed the demigod Cenarius, which made the tribe passive..."

"I have been in pain, lost, and lost myself in the addiction to demon blood."

"But I have never regretted it, because I swore that I would use my ax to chop down the enemies of the tribe throughout my life."

"Now it seems that I am not far away from completing this goal."

When Grom said this, all the chiefs, including Thrall, fell silent.

The decline of Grom's combat power is visible to the naked eye. His movements were slower, his strength weakened, and the result was that he was no longer the spearhead of the Horde's attacks.

This is the inevitable outcome for every tribal warrior who does not die on the battlefield.

In the past years, we have seen too many such warriors. Generally speaking, in order to defeat themselves, they even resort to fighting to seize the vanguard position in the war.

Or challenge a monster that is recognized as powerful, prove yourself, or disappear forever from the sight of your compatriots.

Grom longed for the final glory, but was never able to get it.

Even the real god C'Thun died, but he still lives in this world.

This time, he suffered serious internal injuries, and even the power of the Holy Light and the Shaman could not heal him. Healing magic can repair the body, but it cannot fight aging.

He is almost sixty years old.

Orc warriors are often poor at arithmetic. He doesn't even know how old he is. But this age, even for a shaman who rarely goes to the front line, is an extremely advanced age.

It is foreseeable that if there is another battle, his performance will be even worse.

Thrall vaguely guessed the reason for Grom's behavior.

Grom turned around and said to Thrall: "Warchief, I am old. It is very likely that I will no longer be able to serve the tribe."

He wanted to comfort Grom, but Thrall didn't know where to start.

Orgrim next to him squirmed for a while, perhaps trying to persuade him to become a death knight, but Orgrim remained silent after all.

Even if an old and frail orc hero becomes a Forsaken warrior, he will not be much stronger.

Orgrim himself is the best example. His current strength cannot be compared with what he was twenty-two years ago.

Thrall finally sighed: "Grom, you did a good job. The tribe thanks you for your hard work for more than twenty years. If there is anything else you want to do, go ahead and do it."

"Thank you, Chief!" Grom knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily.

When he stood up again, his face was no longer confused, and he turned to look at Duke.

"Orcs must avenge themselves and repay kindness. I owe you my life, and it seems I will never be able to repay it in this lifetime."

"You actually don't need to introduce..." Duke stopped mid-sentence. He saw Grom's fiery eyes.

"My life belongs to the tribe. Even the last second before my life ends has nothing to do with you Duke Marcus. But from the moment my life ends, I swear that my soul will belong to You. As long as it's not against the Horde, you can drive me forever. I, Grom Hellscream, will never complain!"