Thrall's performance made Woking extremely worried.

Indeed, Thrall has a very talent for leadership.

Before talent is transformed into ability, talent is just a ability that has not yet been fulfilled.

If the Alliance Commander was not the powerful young mage who claimed to be twenty-nine years old and looked like an eighteen-year-old, maybe Thrall still has enough room and time to grow.

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

Whether in terms of personal strength, charm, courage, or demeanor, Duke is as good as the fifteen-year-old Saar Jiujie.

Not all leaders have the courage to come to the middle of the enemy's formation in person. After all, they were once mortal enemies, and even if anything happens, it is possible.

Duke came, showing his courage and the rich magical aura that seemed to be as fierce as the sun without any scruples.

If he was an ordinary high elf mage, Wojin at this distance would be at least 70% sure to kill him with his spiral blade strengthened by troll witchcraft.

Duke...

From the beginning of his appearance, Woking had the intuition that not only him and Thrall, but also all the orc guards around him were locked by some unknown mysterious force. As long as they acted rashly, what was waiting for them would definitely be a one-hit kill-level thunder strike.

This is not an illusion. Lexus seemed to be staring at the side, but sweat beads oozing from his forehead.

Both Varrok and Brox both had unusual tensions.

Only Thrall, his intuition sensed something else, Duke had no malice, at least not now, 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 if you planned a two-step, three-step or even ten-step plan, but you are actually dancing in his palm."

Orgrim once again said: "But he is another kind guy who is polite and abiding by some kind of creed."

At that time, Thrall asked why he said that.

Orgrim replied: "I am still alive at least as an example. He has a thousand ways to kill me and Lexus after I was captured. But he gave up. So, if there is a choice, I would want to be friends with him rather than enemies."

Thinking of this, Thrall quickly calmed down again.

His performance made Woking secretly happy.

Duke glanced at Thrall: "Don't worry. The Burning Legion that once dominated your orcs, their commander Archmond is on his way to the Kalimdo continent. On behalf of the Alliance, I can promise to the Horde that the Alliance will not take the initiative to start a war against the Horde until the Amorde is killed."

For some reason, I didn't want to show it, but at the moment Duke made a promise, not only Thrall, but also Woking, Lexus, Brox and Varrok, all the tribes were relieved.

Thrall spoke: "Well, for the sake of the common enemy, the Horde will not take the initiative to start a war with the Alliance during this period. Duke Marcus, you have the promise of the current Horde Chief!"

A huge green fist, along with a seemingly small human male fist, gently touched in the air.

Thrall turned around: "Okay, let's discuss this now..."

"He can't be considered our common enemy." Duke refuted Thrall and looked at the huge remains at the scene.

It can be seen that this is a very powerful creature during his lifetime.

His upper body was like a night elf, but his lower body looked like a stag. He was more than three meters tall, supported by four legs with hoofs. His turbid eyes were golden, and his long hair was like green moss hanging straight to his shoulders. His hair and beard had leaves and tender branches. There were also two huge and prominent antlers on his head, which made his body more than three meters tall.

But, he is dead now.

The clear traces of axe and the condensed condensation on his body remained near the wound. The ominous energy full of crazy blood-colored aura told everyone who the murderer was

Grom*Hellscream!

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

Orcs are typical outsiders, and Woking is also the first time to come to the Kalimdo continent. Regarding the history of Kalimdo, the tribe can only catch blindly.

Duke sighed: "What if I tell you that Grom, who was in a state of madness, actually killed the dark elves and many forest demigods, Senarius, who are believed in by many tauren druids, what would you do?"

"Hiss" Saar gasped.

He really couldn't imagine how the tribe's new friend, the Taurus clan, would treat them.

The demigod Senarius, the guardian who has lived in ancient times to the present, has been committed to recovering the trauma of the earth since the ancient war. He kept using his demigod power to create forests and amber, and was also a natural demigod worshipped by the night elves and the taurens.

Ten thousand years ago, when Azshara's upper elves opened the door to Azeroth for the Burning Legion, Senarius summoned the ancient guardians Agamagan, the bear monster brothers Usol and Usok, the white deer Maloen, the storm crow Avina and other immortals to fight against the Burning Legion's Doom Guard, the Demon Guard and the Wizard of Ereda. Most of the ancient guardians died, and Senarius survived the desperate protection of his father, the White Deer.

But he was remembered by the abyss lord Manolos, who wanted to avenge Senarius for the failure of the first invasion.

So he died.

To be precise, it was a deceased by a devil's conspiracy.

The orcs' demand for building houses and cities led to the orcs entering the mountains to log wood, which easily angered the night elves. The night elves used their unparalleled forest tactics to force the orcs to a desperate situation. At this time, Manolos just had to secretly guide the orcs to find a spring that dripped his drop of high-level demon blood.

In order to survive, Grom and his tribe members easily drank the demon blood again and turned into violent evil orcs.

Next, the tragedy happened naturally.

Thrall could completely imagine how angry and crazy the night elves whose demigods were all destroyed would be. Even if the night elves were as powerful as the previous high elves, their counterattack would not be able to bear the tribe with only a hundred thousand people left.

At this time, a vague voice that Duke did not expect sounded in the air: "Young Chief, don't worry too much, as long as you can find the real murderer, the Abyss Lord Manolos, and kill him. The Night Elf will forgive you. Besides, all your races now have a larger and terrifying common enemy, the commander of the Burning Legion, Arcmond!"

Thrall and Duke both lost their voices at the same time.

"prophet!?"
Chapter completed!