Duke's speech continued.

"However, we are also very lucky. Azeroth is the only planet in the vast universe. At present, the magic circle is still operating normally for a day, and we don't have to worry about the strongest demons of the Burning Legion directly breaking into Azeroth. Akemond cannot do it, Kilgardan cannot do it, and even Sargeras cannot do it."

"Work hard, don't want our descendants to be enslaved by demons, don't want our homeland to reproduce and thrive again, we can only work together."

Duke's words hit the heart of every chief like a huge hammer, which was thought-provoking.

If Duke had said this during the First Dark Gate Battle, he would have been sneered.

But after experiencing so much, especially after Mount Hygar, the tribe has deeply realized the power and terror of the enemy.

Duke's seemingly generous and overbearing actions are ultimately determined by the huge difference between the alliance leaders and the tribe leaders. In the face of the Burning Legion's super powerful enemy that will become almost impossible to resist, the grudges between the alliance and the tribe are just small-scale things.

"Duke, we understand. Let the Alliance and the Horde continue to work together and resist the Burning Legion together." Thrall punched his chest with a heavy blow: "I swear that in my lifetime, as long as the Alliance does not betray the Covenant for one day, the Horde will be an ally of the Alliance."

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

One pair is big, one pair is small.

Four hands with different styles were tightly held together.

"Sar, you know that I have been promoted to the Demon Net Demigod. I really can't leave now. Regarding the specific expedition to the Outlands, Varian Wrien will come to negotiate with the tribe later."

"good!"

When Duke and Thrall finished discussing the issue of the general principles, Grom suddenly stood up.

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

The famous roar... is old.

Time has left deep traces on this legendary hero who has experienced three battles of the Dark Gate, the Battle of Mount Hygar and the Battle of Anqira.

Grom broke his hand, and the hair on his head fell a lot, showing a Mediterranean appearance, and just tied the remaining hair around a piece and tied it behind his head like a scallion.

The once firm face was already full of wrinkles.

And his gray beard and even body hair, which makes people feel heartbroken at a glance.

Is this the one who sent Cenarius to the West with an axe and killed a lord of the abyss in seconds?

Duke didn't say anything, his heart was filled with complex emotions.

It was his move that prevented the legendary hero from dying before the Battle of Mount Haigal.

It was also because of his actions that he really saw what a hero is.

During the entire Amchera battle, Grom had no highlights.

Perhaps, letting Grom die as in history is the best destination for an extremely brave orc warrior.

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

Duke's thoughts were well captured by Grom.

Grom Hellscream is never a person with delicate emotions. When a person gets older, he will see many things that he cannot see when he is young.

Grom's face suddenly twitched, his shoulders trembled, and he still spoke. His voice was filled with some strange power, as if he took everyone back to the long river of history.

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

"I have made many mistakes and were the first to drink the blood of the demon, slaughter humans, and murdered the demigod Senarius by mistake, causing the tribe to fall into a passive state..."

"I have suffered, lost, and lost myself in the addiction to the Demon Blood."

"But I never regret it, because I swear I will cut the axe to the enemy of the tribe throughout my life."

"It seems that I am not far from achieving this goal now."

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

Grom's combat power decline was visible to the naked eye. His movements slowed down and his strength weakened, and the result was that he was no longer the spearhead of the tribe's attack.

This is the inevitable ending of every tribal warrior who has not died on the battlefield.

In the past years, people have seen too many such warriors. Generally speaking, in order to achieve their own results, they even fought to grab the vanguard position in the war.

Or challenge a monster recognized as powerful, prove yourself, or disappear forever from the sight of his fellow countrymen.

Grom longed for the final glory, but never got what he wanted.

Even the genuine god Csun has died, and he still lives in this world.

This time, he suffered from internal organ damage, and even the power of the holy light and shaman could not heal him. The healing magic can repair his body, but it cannot fight aging.

He is almost sixty years old.

Orc warriors often have poor arithmetics. He doesn't know how old he is. But even if he puts this age on shamans who rarely go to the front line, he is an incredible old age.

It can be predicted that if there is another battle, his performance will be worse.

Thrall vaguely guessed why Grom's actions were.

Grom turned around and said to Sal: "Chief, I'm old, and it's very likely that I can't play for the tribe anymore."

I really 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 the Death Knight, but Orgrim was silent in the end.

An old and weak orc hero is not much stronger even if he becomes a Forgotten Warrior.

Orgrim himself is the best example. His current strength is simply not comparable to that of him twenty-two years ago.

Thrall finally sighed: "Grom, you did a great job. The tribe thanks for your struggle for more than 20 years. If you have anything else to do, let it go."

"Thank you, Chief!" Grom hit the ground with his knees and kowtowed heavily.

When he stood up again, there was no more confusion on his face, and he turned to look at Duke.

"The orcs will repay their grudges, and they will repay their grudges. I owe you my life, it seems that I will not be able to repay them in this life."

"You don't have to go on..." Duke stopped halfway, and he saw Grom's fire-like eyes.
Chapter completed!