The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Fight, if you want to fight, then I will fight for you! Give you glory!!"

Bang! The thunder-filled hammer and the angry blood axe collided, and the two green-skinned orc chieftains took a step back after each of them had fought back.

Surrounded by many orcs and trolls, they had one blue and one red eyes, held hammers or axes in their hands, and their breathing was slightly rapid.

"Grommash Hellscream, why did you disobey my orders and order the tribe to attack those humans without authorization!"

"Saar, you have never experienced a true war between races. Our hatred will never end."

Putting down his battle axe, Grommash remained calm and advised: "Those humans have been hunting us for years, even crossing the ocean to hunt us down."

“Whether it’s the hatred accumulated over the years or the hardships they’ve gone through, many of our people need an outlet to vent.”

With a determined look, Grommash clenched his fist and said, "Thrall, orcs are not cowards, let alone cowards who only know how to flee!"

"Ah, Hellscream."

His expression gradually returned to calm, but Thrall still could not suppress his anger, and the orcs and trolls behind him could feel it.

Thrall pointed through the barren land to the battlefield and said, "Orcs are not cowards, but should the Horde warriors you sent to embrace glory recklessly give up their lives?!"

"Today's tribe not only has orcs, but also trolls, and more races will join in the future."

"Your willful actions today not only brought irreparable pain to the families of every tribal warrior, but also continued the hatred between races."

Suppressing his thirst for blood, Grommash said in a deep voice: "I mobilized Yushura to attack the Alliance's front. The most important thing is to show the will of the tribe."

With a pair of blue eyes gleaming coldly, Thrall said angrily, "Willpower, the true will of the tribe never needs to be used in such a crude way as provoking a fight."

"Coming to Kalimdor is an opportunity, a great opportunity to reshape the image of us orcs in the eyes of the various tribes in the Alliance."

"Vo'jin and I, along with the Horde warriors who are searching for a new home, what we are pursuing is clearly..."

Seeing that Thrall was about to get angry again, Vol'jin said, "It is because the Horde pursues peace and kindness that the Darkspear clan chose to follow Warchief Thrall."

"Chief Grommash, humans have a short lifespan, and most of their future kings and nobles will not pursue war."

Thrall's tone slowed down as he said, "When we first entered Kalimdor, we gained the friendship of the local tauren."

"This is obviously a good start. We should all learn to talk to other races properly."

"Grommmash, not all races are like the centaurs, who will attack us without any reason."

Rather than responding directly to the question, Grommash changed the subject: "We are cursed, Thrall, and we are suppressing it with all our might."

"Like the bloodthirst I try to control, or the powerless will of my people... fighting is the best way to regain our true..."

Seeing that Grommash still did not repent, Thrall said: "Enough, Grommash Hellscream!"

"Do you have to make irreparable mistakes one after another and watch your fellow tribesmen die in front of you before you repent?!"

"Because of today's conflict, it may be difficult for us and humans to..."

Grommash snorted and spread his arms, shouting, "Thrall, you are too naive!"

A thunderous voice rang in his ears, and Thrall said angrily: "Grommmash, we are chieftains, not warriors. We are responsible for every member of our tribe!"

"I understand humans. As long as there is a suitable opportunity, all the hatred in the past will be... Crow... Prophet..."

Slowly transforming into a human form, Medivh said, "Young Warchief, Thrall, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

Thrall's anger faded in an instant, and he said with a puzzled look, "Crow Prophet, I thought I would go to the depths of the Barrens to look for you."

"I didn't expect you to be here alone today. I and everyone else feel honored."

As soon as they finished speaking, Thrall, Vol'jin and others bowed in unison to show their respect.

Among them was Grommash. Orcs like him felt the terrifying power emanating from the hunchbacked old man.

A strong person, even a strong human being.

In the eyes of some orcs who admire the strong, he is always worthy of respect, and some old orcs also feel a familiar aura from Medivh.

Medivh raised his hand to signal everyone to stand up and said, "Chieftains of the tribe, warriors of the tribe, your destiny has changed."

"I came here today to tell you something. This may be a reminder or a warning to your new tribe."

Looking at the great chieftain who was about to listen to his teachings, Medivh said, "Thrall, the destiny that was supposed to belong to you has already ruthlessly abandoned you."

"Although I shouldn't have known and shouldn't have come here, the situation has changed now. The new line of fate has given you and me a new opportunity."

"If you want to have a chance to survive, then you must give up the territory of the extraordinary race in the north and give up fighting for the land full of giant trees."

Medivh looked around at the tribe members and said, "It is necessary to make friends with the major races that have come here like you."

"Because of a holy war that will shorten your years of seeking peace in the future, the destined war has gradually disappeared, and perhaps no one can stop it."

After hearing what Medivh said, Thrall still had a puzzled look on his face, but the tense string in his heart suddenly disappeared.

After what happened today, he originally wanted to give up looking for the Crow Prophet.

Because of the battle with the main force of the Alliance, the tribe has touched upon some invisible rules among the "nobles", and it was he who failed to manage his men well.

Therefore, he no longer had any hope that Grommash would take some members of the tribe north. He wanted to lead the team to explore himself and try to obtain some wood peacefully.

He now had a vague feeling that if he really went north, he would most likely return to the embrace of his ancestors.

Whatever the specific reasons, he seemed unable to avoid this result, and the original lines of fate were deviated.

Regarding the "escape from death" today, Thrall felt a little bit... I am the Warchief of the Horde, Orgrim, and I will not escape.

With only one belief in his heart, Sal said, "Prophet, I wonder if you have any other teachings. We will listen carefully."

Shaking his head, Medivh began to emit green smoke and said, "Thrall, Vol'jin, Grommash... and the rest of the Horde, I only have three words to warn everyone."

"Your real enemy is never humans, elves, or other races. The real enemy of all races comes from 'darkness'."

"For example, the Burning Legion. One of their demons is the culprit that caused you to fall into the curse. Everything needs the unity of all races in Azeroth to face it together."

"The key is that it cannot be stopped by tyrannical force, but depends on the determination of each of you, living or dead."

Seeing the prophet transformed into a crow again and spread his wings in the sky, Thrall raised his head and said, "Prophet, I wanted to pursue peace, but the series of things that followed were always against my will."

"I am often confused, please help me solve my doubts."

With one last look at Thrall, Medivh's crow fluttered and flew high into the sky, leaving behind a few words in a light voice.

“To pursue peace, one needs the ability to get the other side to sit down and talk, a sincere heart, and respect from both sides.”

When the figure of Medivh's crow disappeared, Grommash said, "Thrall... Warchief, a proper display of force is necessary for peace."

Holding another opinion, Vol'jin said: "Great Chief, it is necessary to be able to handle conflicts well and respect each other."

Nearby, Eitrigg saluted and said, "Great Chief, these conflicts are inevitable. We will need a lot of time."

Looking at the Doomhammer in his hand, Thrall said: "No, Eitrigg, we don't have much time."

"The horn of war has been sounded, and both sides who are exploring peace need to respect each other."

Turning around and looking at everyone in the tribe, Thrall said solemnly: "The most important thing for us right now is to find a piece of land that belongs to us."

“We will fight anyone who comes to fight, but we must abide by the various regulations of the new tribe starting today.”

Glancing at everyone waiting for his orders, Thrall called out, "Start with ourselves. Discipline ourselves and respect others!"

"Whatever the reason, we all need to respect each other. The New Tribe has reached a critical moment where change is needed!"

Thrall raised the Doomhammer in his right hand, drew thunder and shouted: "Brothers and sisters of the Horde, for Orgrim! For Durotan! For Sen'jin!"

"Lok'tar!! For the tribe!!!"

The former orcs of the old tribe said: "For Orgrimmar!"

The Frostwolf orcs following Thrall said: "For Durotan!"

The Darkspear troll far from home said: "For Sen'jin!"

After a brief glance at each other, Grommash, Vol'jin, and Eitrigg raised their weapons and shouted in unison: "For Warchief Thrall! For the Horde!!"

Raising their weapons, the other tribal warriors echoed in unison: "For Chieftain Thrall! For the tribe!!"