That's right. Being loyal to Duque, a demigod, could theoretically grant him many benefits, such as eternal life and power.
However, Duque never thought that someone as staunch as Grom would submit to him for something that mortals yearned for but could not obtain.
A true hero did not care about life and death.
To have such an outcome, it could only be said — you reap what you sow!
There was no Duque who saved Grom's life time and time again.
There was no Duque who handled the relationship with the Horde fairly.
There was no way he could gain the loyalty of a legendary hero like Grom.
To this day, even if Grom died of old age in his bed, he would still be the greatest hero of the Horde, and would be remembered by countless descendants.
If Grom chose to repay the debt of gratitude, it would instead cause him to have the possibility of losing his illustrious reputation.
The Beastmen could not accept a hero who "sold" his soul after death, even if this hero had contributed greatly to the Horde.
Without the interference of the Devil's Blood, the Beastmen's values had returned to before they fell into madness. It was the typical way of nature, where the soul returned to the earth and longed for the blessings of their ancestors.
Although they could reluctantly accept a Forgotten One like Orgrim who had come back from the dead, it did not mean that they respected him from the bottom of their hearts.
This natural conflict between life and death was not something that could be easily resolved.
Therefore, Grom's actions were a contradiction in itself.
The glory of the Horde?
Or his own principles?
His actions could not be said to be wrong, nor could they be said to be right.
However, no one could deny that if the legendary hero Grom became a Soul Messenger under Duque, it would undoubtedly deepen the bond between the Horde and the Alliance.
It was very likely that this would become a completely new bridge that could not be estimated.
To the Horde, who was on the weaker side, this might be an opportunity.
At this moment, everyone looked at Duque.
Duque had a faint smile on his lips, but what was more eye-catching was his open arms.
"I am not a hypocrite. Under my command, I have a Black Witch who has done many evil things, a Holy Knight who has turned into a monster, and a Frost Dragon who once ravaged the continent. Why can't I have a Beastman hero? As long as you have the same goal of fighting against the Burning Legion and protecting Azeroth, I welcome all powerful people to join. So, welcome, Grom! "
"Duque …" Unknowingly, Grom felt himself choking up.
In this life, he had never knelt to anyone. Even if it was two generations of Great Chieftains, he would only bow to them and hit his sturdy chest with his fist.
But at this moment, he had the urge to kneel down on one knee.
Not because of loyalty, not because of the formal master-servant relationship, but because of Duque's magnanimity in abandoning hatred and narrow national prejudice for the sake of the world.
As soon as he bent down, he found himself hugged by Duque.
In terms of physique, it looked ridiculous. Although Duque was more than 1.8 meters tall, he was still like a child hugging an adult to a burly Orc who was 2.4 meters tall.
Grom froze for a moment, then bent down and used his remaining right arm to gently pat Duque's back.
It had nothing to do with race or identity. They were comrades who shared the same goal.
"Pa! Pa! Clap clap clap! "As the chief, Sal was the first to applaud.
The deep and resounding applause woke everyone from their stupor. With Sal taking the lead, the other chiefs started to follow in this rather human way of encouragement. Palms the size of palms started to clap.
"Congratulations, Grom!" Orgrim said from the bottom of his heart. It was a pity that undead didn't have tears, or else he might have shed tears of excitement.
"Congratulations, Grom!" Sal had a sincere smile on his face. He felt very conflicted. The chief he trusted the most was about to reach the end of his life, but he had chosen a path that no other orc had taken before.
Perhaps this would be the start of a new glory, or perhaps an unknown tribulation and curse.
Even if he didn't think that Duque would look down on Grom, what if the Alliance and Tribe fell out in the future? Thinking of this, Sal couldn't suppress the anxiety in his heart.
However, as long as he was still the chief, the tribe would not go down the wrong path and go against the Alliance, right?
After the hug, Duque turned to Sal. "I still have work to do. I need to focus on the expansion and stability of the Magic Net in the next few days. If it's about the situation with Azeroth, please look for Magni. If it's about the Outland expedition, please look for Varian. "
"Understood."
Duque left. As a new demigod, he had as many things to do as there were stars in the sky.
After Duque left, Grom announced that he would openly accept disciples in Orgrimmar. He wanted to use the last moments of his life to pass on his martial arts and techniques to the next generation.
When he was alive, he belonged to the Tribe.
After death, he served Duque.
In Silithus, the evacuation was still ongoing. The insectoids swore loyalty to Duque. To many people, this wasn't absolute insurance. Duque didn't object and agreed to keep the Cenarion Fortress. He also promised to strengthen the railway from Tanaris to Un 'Goro Crater, and then to Silithus.
Firstly, it was to monitor them, and secondly, it would increase the Alliance's territory.
Sending the insectoids of Ahn 'Qiraj to the Door of Darkness thousands of miles away was definitely a huge project. The insectoids' stamina wasn't unlimited. They had huge bodies and powerful combat power, but the price they had to pay was an astonishing amount of food.
If they really migrated with the insectoids, it would probably be no different from the Qiraj insectoids sweeping through the Kalimdor continent.
Thinking of this, Duque felt a headache coming on.
Tens of thousands of insectoids couldn't use the Portal at all. Otherwise, even a demigod like Duque wouldn't be able to handle the shocking mana consumption.
But there was a way —
Emperor Veknilas smiled and gave Duque an idea. "Master, you only want the insectoids to be mounts and combat power in the Outland. Why don't you transport the eggs to the Door of Darkness and hatch them? "
Oh, there was such a thing?
Duque blushed. "Alright, your suggestion isn't bad. But I'm worried that the Cursed Land where the Door of Darkness is located will affect the will of the new Qiraj insectoids. Set the hatching point at the intersection of the Land of Sorrow and Upwind Path. "
The Land of Sorrows was the Swamp of Sorrows. In order to ensure the supply line between the Stormwind Kingdom and the Overwatch Fort, more than half of the Swamp of Sorrows had disappeared since the third year of the Dark Portal. It had become a military field. Only the Temple of Hakkar in the east and the Pool of Tears around the temple were left as well as the swamp.
The Cursed Land in the south wouldn't work, and although Hakkar had died in the east, there was no guarantee that there would be any will left after his death to trick the Alliance. So, setting the hatching point next to Karazhan was also to monitor them.
This was the best choice.
"Master is wise." Veknilas bowed.
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