Even when facing Kazak's demon leaders on Mount Hygar, Brox never retreated.

He is undoubtedly a hero. When facing Kazak's pair of Gemini Demon Lords, he was ordered to take the siege to intercept the demon commandos who were trying to help their leader.

At that time, he waved the hammer and fought bravely to kill the enemy. When the last comrade was split in half by a gargoyle before he could reinforce, he avenged his comrade and smashed the gargoyle with one hammer.

Then, the fields were silent.

When Thrall led his army to arrive, Brox's figure standing alone in a pool of blood with scars all over his body, left a very deep impression on Thrall.

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

The early exit against Archmond ruined this supposedly perfect glory.

Kristal chose him not only because of his strength and rich face. More importantly, Thral knew Brox's loyalty well.

Thrall could not send an army to travel through time and space. He needed a strong enough confidant to complete this kind of task for him.

This should have been the case, but a guy who gave Sar a headache appeared.

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

Sar's mouth was full of bitterness: "For the sake of the ancestors, don't make me embarrassed...Grom*Hellscream!"

Mr. Huo gasped, not looking at Thrall, but looked at Crassus, who was looking at the elf's appearance: "I heard that Duke would go too."

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

"Then I'll go too!" Mr. Huo was determined and had an unquestionable tone.

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

"What do I need to do? Cut down those demons who run around like frightened rabbits? Or snatch the human revenge target and cut that Alsace? I heard that the league had cut that Alsace in half last time." Grom's voice rose.

"Grom, don't forget, you are the chief of the War Song 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. In the tribe, guys of my age should have died several times long ago. Do you want me to watch Duke perform dangerous tasks, and then accidentally hang it in the task, and finally let me walk to see my ancestors with the regret that he still owes Duke a life? Don't die with a favor from a human being! Even if he is a respectable hero!"

Grom's words made sense, and Thrall was speechless.

From Draenor to Azeroth, the premature death rate of babies has always been high due to factors such as war and harsh environment. Although there is no formal statistics, the average age of orcs rarely exceeds 30 years old, which is an indisputable fact.

Most of the orcs who have lived for a long time are mostly shamans who don’t have to go to the battlefield.

Whether it is Brox or Grom, it seems that they have experienced the Delaney War, the First and Second Dark Gate War, the Battle of Dalaran's Battle against Natural Scourge, and the Battle of Mount Hygar, are simply miracles!

Even Grom Hellscream, the number one warrior of the tribe, is no longer young, he is fifty years old this year.

Fifty years old! It is an extremely exaggerated age for orc warriors.

Thrall sighed.

"Sar! Don't persuade me! If my son is still alive, he will be in his twenties. Apart from Duke's kindness, I will have no regrets in my life!"

At this moment, Brox took a step forward, and Sal noticed that Brox's fists were clenched tighter.

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

Thrall probably didn't know that Brox was still enduring a deep sense of guilt that almost swallowed his soul for a while.

All his comrades died, only Brox was left. He didn't understand, and at the same time felt very guilty. Why didn't he die bravely with his comrades? For him, living was a regret, even a failure. From that time on, he had been waiting for the opportunity to atone for his sins, atone for his sins, and even to die.

Now, fate finally gave him this opportunity.

How could he give up such an opportunity just because Grom has a higher status!?

The orc heroes in both battles were reluctant to give in, which made Thrall very difficult because Crasus indicated that only one person was allowed.

Suddenly, the scales of Nozdom sounded Nozdom's voice.

"Then send another orc."

"Uh! Norzdom...Your Majesty!" Thar was startled.

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

At the same time, Duke sneezes loudly before returning to the former site of Karazan on the headwind trail.

"Haqiu"

"Have you caught a cold?" The two queens turned around at the same time and looked at Duke a little strangely.

"No, I seem to feel a malice from a certain dragon. Please don't care."

There was desolation in front of me. After the Karazan explosion fifteen years ago, this place was a scorched earth without any grass. After the Second Dark Gate War, Duke was busy igniting all the black technology talents, and he had no time to bird the natural environment here.

Now that he has been connected with the Night Elf, Duke is planning to decide whether to derail a druid or lure Alextasa to do a little favor after Karazan returns, turning it into green mountains and clear waters.

After all, if Karazan becomes his Du's nest again, the surroundings will be too ugly, at least the three sisters of Wind Walker would not like to come here.

At this time, it seemed that the orcs had agreed.

Just in front of Duke, a large piece of scorched land began to change color, and turned yellow quicksand in the blink of an eye. After a gust of wind blew sand, a very miniature little sand dragon appeared.

That was the trumpet of Nozdom.

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

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

Even Queen Xi, who didn't understand magic, felt that the space was shaking violently. It seemed that a small hole had been opened in the sky that was sealed tightly. In the sandstorm, as the sand blows, a clearer outline appeared, the huge tower, the bridge, the spire...

That's right!

It's Karazan!

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 suddenly pulled up, and a silver-haired figure shot out like an arrow.
Chapter completed!