Chapter 877 Return to the World

Thrall's performance made Wojin extremely worried.

Indeed, Thrall has the gift of a leader.

Before talent is transformed into ability, talent is just an ability that has not yet been realized.

If the alliance commander was not this powerful young mage who claims to be twenty-nine years old but looks like an eighteen-year-old, maybe Thrall would still have enough room and time to grow.

However, looking at Duke, Vol'jin instantly felt the gap between the two leaders of the Alliance and the Horde.

In terms of personal strength, charm, courage, and magnanimity, Duke completely surpassed the fifteen-year-old Sal Jiujie.

Not every leader has the courage to go alone to the center of what was once the enemy's camp. After all, they were once mortal enemies, so anything could happen.

Duke just came, showing off his courage without any scruples, as well as his rich magical aura that was like the blazing sun.

If it were an ordinary high elf mage, Vol'jin would be at least 70% sure to kill him at this distance with his spinning blade enhanced by troll witchcraft.

Duke…

From the moment he appeared, Vol'jin had the intuition that not only he and Thrall, but also all the orc guards around him were locked by some unknown mysterious force. As long as they act rashly, what awaits them will definitely be a one-hit-kill level thunder strike.

This was not an illusion. Rexxa seemed to be staring to the side, but beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

Both Varok and Brooks were unusually nervous.

Only Sal, what he intuitively sensed was another thing - Duke had no ill intentions, at least not yet, and Duke had a direction to solve the problem.

I still remember that Orgrim once said during his lifetime, "Duke Marcus is the most terrifying enemy. You never know whether the two-step, three-step or even ten-step strategy you have planned is still in his hands." Just dancing."

Orgrim said again: "However, he is a kind guy who adheres to a certain creed."

At that time Sal asked why he said that.

Orgrim responded: "I'm at least alive as an example. He had a thousand ways to kill me and Rexxar after I was captured. But he gave up. So, given the choice, I would hope Make him a friend instead of an enemy.”

Thinking of this, Sal's heart quickly calmed down.

His performance made Woking secretly happy.

Duke glanced at Thrall: "Don't worry. Archimonde, the commander of the Burning Legion who once dominated you orcs, is on his way to the continent of Kalimdor. I can promise to the tribe on behalf of the alliance that after killing Ark Before Mondstadt, the Alliance would not take the initiative to wage war against the Horde."

I don’t know why, and I clearly didn’t want to show it, but the moment Duke made the promise, not only Thrall, but also powerful men such as Vol’jin, Rexxar, Brox, and Varok, all the tribes relaxed. tone.

Thrall said: "Well, for the sake of the common enemy. The tribe will not take the initiative to go to war with the alliance during this period. Duke Marcus, you have the promise of the current tribal chief!"

A huge green fist and a seemingly small human male fist touched lightly in mid-air.

Sal turned his head: "Okay, now let's discuss this..."

"He can't be considered our common enemy." Duke retorted to Sal and looked at the huge remains at the scene.

It can be seen that this was a very powerful creature during its lifetime.

His upper body is like a night elf, but his lower body is like a stag. He is more than three meters tall and is supported by four hoofed legs. His cloudy eyes were golden, and his long hair like green moss hung straight down to his shoulders. His hair and beard were covered with leaves and twigs. There are also two huge and prominent antlers on his head, which makes his body of more than three meters tall even taller.

But, he is dead now.

The clear ax marks on his body and the ominous energy filled with crazy bloody aura lingering near the wound told everyone who the murderer was——

Grom* Hellscream!

"Who is he?" Thrall asked a question he had wanted to ask for a long time.

Orcs are typical outsiders, and it is Vol'jin's first time coming to the continent of Kalimdor. Regarding the history of Kalimdor, the tribe can only be blind.

Duke sighed: "What if I told you that Grom, who was in a state of madness, actually killed Cenarius, the forest demigod worshiped by the night elves and many tauren druids, what would you do?"

"Hiss—" Sal gasped.

He really couldn't imagine how the tribe's new friends, the tauren, would treat them.

The demigod Cenarius, a watcher who has lived from ancient times to the present day, has been working to restore the wounds of the earth since the beginning of the War of the Ancients. He has been using his demigod power to create forests and amber. He is also a natural demigod worshiped by night elves and tauren.

When Azshara's highborne opened the door to Azeroth for the Burning Legion 10,000 years ago, Cenarius summoned the ancient warden the boar Agamaggan, the furbolg brothers Ursol and Ursoc, Malorne the White Hart, Aviana the Stormraven, and other immortals come to fight against the Doomguard, Felguard, and eredar wizards of the Burning Legion. Most of the Ancient Watchers died, but Cenarius survived under the desperate protection of his father, the Great White Stag.

However, he was obsessed with the pit lord Mannoroth, who wanted to avenge Cenarius for the failure of the first invasion.

So he died.

To be precise, he died from the devil's conspiracy.

The orcs' need to build houses and cities led the orcs into the mountains to cut trees, which easily angered the night elves. The night elves used their unparalleled forest warfare to push the Warsong orcs into a desperate situation. At this time, Mannoroth only had to secretly guide the orcs to find a spring that dripped him with a drop of high-level demon blood.

In order to survive, Grom and his tribe easily drank the blood of demons again and turned into violent fel orcs.

Next, tragedy naturally happened.

Thrall could fully imagine how angry and crazy the night elves would be if their own demigods were killed. Even if the night elves are as powerful as the previous high elves, their counterattack is not something that only a hundred thousand people of the tribe can bear.

At this time, a disembodied voice that Duke did not expect sounded in the air: "Young warchief, don't worry too much, as long as you can find the real murderer, the abyss lord Mannoroth, and kill him. The night elves will forgive you. Yours. Besides, all your races now have a bigger and more terrifying common enemy - Archimonde, the commander of the Burning Legion!"

Thrall and Duke lost their voices at the same time.

"prophet!?"

"Medivh!?"

Well, let me recommend a book, this one is more reliable than the previous one. Before, it was all about loyalty...

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Jiang Xiaoming is just a warehouse manager. He never thought about his family but came to help a great person for no reason. As long as he feeds them for one year, he will be prosperous and wealthy for the rest of his life. But with a monthly salary of two thousand yuan, what should he do to avoid it? Let these people starve to death?

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I recommend a funny book, "The Great God Concentration Camp". This book is really funny. It has almost 600,000 words. The idea is based on Zhang Xiaohua's "The First Chaos in History", but the content is completely different. It can make people laugh almost from the beginning to the end. Although it is in the first person, it is not inconsistent at all

PS: Don’t look at it when eating or drinking, I’m afraid I’ll choke you…