Coincidentally, Orgrim was asking Guyle the same question in the cellar of Brill's colosseum.
"Do you still remember the three questions I asked you?"
"Yes. You asked 'Who are you? Where are you from? Where are you going? '"Guile replied in a steady voice.
"Then, have you thought of the answer?"
"Yes, I have." Guyle's voice was sonorous and powerful.
"Speak."
Guyle stood up abruptly and spoke in the Orc language with a thunderous might.
"I am Guyle, the son of the great Frostwolf Tribe chief Durotan and the powerful female warrior Draca!
"I come from the other side of the Dark Portal, the planet that the humans call Draenor!
"I want to lead my Orc brethren to escape from the human slavery and go to a place where the Orcs can rest."
On the other side of the wall, Orgrim also stood up excitedly. He and Guyle had their backs against each other. Even though there was only a thin wall between them, he could feel the warmth from Guyle's back through the wall and into his heart.
"Very good! Very good! If Durotan and Draka could see you in such a heroic state, they would definitely be very happy. "Orgrim was very pleased.
"Does my answer have anything to do with that Duke Marcus you mentioned? If he's such an important person, why haven't I heard of his name in all my years in Lordaeron? "
"Because his name is a taboo in Lordaeron …" Orgrim spent a whole hour explaining how Duque had used a series of methods to destroy the Horde's attack, as well as the relationship between the Alliance and Lordaeron, as well as the relationship between Duque and King Terenas.
Guyle frowned. "If this Duque is really so terrifying, then he will indeed be the biggest obstacle to our tribe's rebirth. But didn't you say that he's been missing for ten years, and the Alliance has marked him as a dead man? Why do we still have to worry about him? "
Orgrim sighed. "Some people are still alive, but he's already dead. Like Terenas Menethil. I can even deal with an old fool like him. However, there is a type of person who is more terrifying in death than in life. This type of person is Duke Marcus. "
Orgrim's gaze seemed to pierce through the dark tunnel, through the boundless sky, back to the glorious days of war.
After a long time, he said, "If it's just Rotterdam, we only need to rescue our compatriots. We alone are enough to overthrow this country. However, things were different with the addition of the Eastern Kingdom. That is a completely different, higher level world. "
"A higher level?"
"Have you ever seen a sailboat on Lordamere Lake?"
"Yes."
"Do you know that the Southern Continent is using steam ships with smoke coming out from the top of the ship? Do you know that the Southern Continent can transport ten thousand soldiers at a speed faster than a horse for a thousand miles in a day and a night? Do you know that humans can make a thousand of the sharpest swords in an hour? And those cannons that can destroy a small mountain … "
Guile fell silent.
"This is the new thing that the man named Duke Marcus has brought to the World of Azeroth." Orgrim looked dispirited. "My body is not old, but my brain can no longer keep up with the new things. I only know that if we fight for freedom in the old ways, it will only bring true destruction to the Orcs and the Horde. So, I put my hope in you, the person that the Shaman prophesied. I hope that you can lead the Orcs out of this cruel fate. "
"I will!" Guile said without hesitation. "Do you have any other suggestions?"
"Do in the main what you think. My last suggestion came from the Shaman who persuaded me to protect you. He hoped that you would change your name to 'Thrall' on the day of your rebellion. "
"Thrall?!" Guile was confused.
"That was the name my subordinates gave you when they transferred you out of another slave camp. It was the name given to you by Lord Blackmore of Ghaerton. "
"Why do I have to use the name given to me by a human slave master?" Guile was filled with indescribable anger.
"Because this is a name of destiny. It represents the knowledge you have learned from humans, your integration with human culture, and your true destiny. "Orgrim's voice became very solemn." Believe in the Lord. If not for his great sacrifice, you would have been killed by the assassins sent by Duque thirteen years ago. Only by returning to destiny will the God of Destiny protect you. "
"Alright, I agree. From today onwards, my name is Thrall!" Guile, no, Thrall replied loudly.
"Very well, you will not regret this, child of Durotan. I will leave the rest to you. "
"Yes, Orcs will never be slaves!" Thrall gripped his axe tightly.
At the same time, the young man who appeared in the lightning looked like he was in pain. He stood up with difficulty.
"F * ck, I've actually become Arnold Schwarzenegger." The young man looked around. "Sigh, luckily there is no one around. Otherwise, I would definitely be treated as a pervert."
As soon as he tried to move, his first movement made him stagger and he almost fell.
It was obvious that he was not used to his body.
"My body …" He looked down. Hmm, his sword was still there. Even without testing, he knew it was normal …
Damn, the wind blew the eggs cold!
Since it was functioning normally, the other tests could be ignored.
No!
Pfft pfft pfft!
After checking again and again, he finally confirmed that his body was intact.
He was surprised and happy. After suffering for so long, he had finally returned to Azeroth. Even though he had been through countless dangers and seen countless storms, he could not help but feel a little excited.
Finally, he took a deep breath and shouted, "Hahaha! Azeroth! I, Du Hansan, have returned to harm you! "
For a moment, the sky was filled with lightning and thunder. It was as if Azeroth could not wait to strike this scourge down.
Hmm, I must be joking. This is actually the aftermath of teleportation. Aftermath!
Yes!
He was the handsome Duke that everyone hated, flowers withered at the sight of him, and cars had flat tires at the sight of him.
Taking a deep breath of the fresh air of Azeroth, Duque, who had experienced the cruelty of long-distance teleportation across the universe, finally realized his current situation.
Damn, a lot of my magic circuits have been burned.
F * ck, my storage bag is finished.
Damn, I'm still naked.
No, before thinking about that, I need to wash the dust off my body. It's so uncomfortable. Duque, who did not dare to use magic for the time being, ran to a nearby stream to take a bath.
Just as Duque was washing up, a soft sound suddenly came from behind.
Duque turned around and saw a girl looking at him in shock. The next moment, Duque complained, "Why are you peeping at me while I'm bathing!?"
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