Spearman's Fate

At this time, Lancer looked a little embarrassed. The originally gorgeous blue leather armor was completely gray at this time, and the position of the arms was completely destroyed. got scars.

However, Grom Hellscream, who was lying behind Lancer, looked worse than Lancer. The plate armor he was wearing had been damaged a lot in the previous battle, and it was completely turned into a waste at this time, and he I don't have the ability to move like Lancer. If I was lying there, I might not be able to tell the difference from a dead person if I wasn't still breathing.

But after heaved a sigh of relief, Medivh couldn't help but speak.

"Lance, are you crazy!"

Obviously, from Medivh's point of view, he really couldn't figure out why Lancer wanted to save that orc.

But before Lancer could answer, he saw an orc with a hammer in his hand rushing in.

At this moment, Thrall looked more flustered than Medivh. After all, Medivh knew that Lancer was not looking for death when he went down, but Thrall didn't know whether Grom Hellscream could survive. Did Ser appear here to kill Grom Hellscream with his own hands?

But when he saw Grom Hellscream who was still alive, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, after all, he was still alive...

Chapter 92 It's too early to die!

Opening his eyes tiredly, Grom Hellscream couldn't help but wryly smiled as he looked at the familiar voodoo decoration above his head.

"Am I returning to the embrace of the spirit of the ancestors?"

It was obvious that Grom Hellscream also knew that he could not survive the last explosion, but at this moment a somewhat familiar voice rang in his ears.

"It is too early to return to the arms of the ancestor spirits, Grom."

The familiar voice made his eyes widen and he sat up abruptly.

"Guil?! You..."

"I'm still alive, Grom, of course you're still alive, so drink some medicine first, and I'll explain the specific situation to you."

Thrall, who was sitting by the bed, watched Grom Hellscream frowned and drank the herbal soup in one gulp, and couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. In fact, after returning to the camp with Grom Hellscream, he calmed down and thought carefully. He thought that the opponent behaved abnormally several times in the previous battle, but he didn't notice it. He even suspected that the opponent had prepared to risk his life when he left the camp.

Now that the other party is willing to drink the medicine, at least it proves that he no longer wants to die.

"Guyle, what happened, I remember that I slashed that demon's neck, and then... I have no memory."

Grom Hellscream's memory was still on cutting off the neck of the abyss lord, and then he felt a huge shock and lost consciousness.

"In that case, let me tell you what happened afterwards. In fact, the strange human who came with the prophet saved you."

Lancer's figure involuntarily appeared in the mind of Grom Hellscream who heard Thrall's words.

During his wandering life for more than ten years, he has been thinking about the reasons for the failure of the war. The biggest reason besides Gul'dan, the traitor, is Lothar, the human commander who has been against them, and Lancer also belongs to the The human beings with the highest ranking, after all, when the black hand was still alive, the other party could at least control the chariot 'Tribe' running wildly all the way, but after he was killed by Lancer in 'Mak'gora', the entire tribe's The momentum was suffocated, and Gul'dan even raised the banner to betray the orcs for his own benefit.

He wondered more than once if Blackhand hadn't died in that 'Mak'gora', would the fate of the orcs have changed?

It can be said that at least from his point of view, the other party has an indissoluble hatred with the orc, not to mention the friction when the two met before, the other party would save him?

Seemingly seeing Grom Hellscream's doubts, Thrall also shook his head.

"Actually, I was also puzzled, but when he left with the prophet, he left a word."

"What?"

"It's too early for you to die now."

This sentence made Grom Hellscream even more confused. After all, from the standpoint of both sides, the other party should wish that he died as soon as possible, right?

Perhaps it was because Grom Hellscream hadn't noticed Thrall's abnormality just after waking up. At this time, the other party's breathing was obviously much faster than usual.

"Because the Burning Legion has come, according to the prophet's description, Quel'Thalas, established by the high elves on the mainland of Lordaeron, is now invaded by the undead, and the black hand behind it is the Burning Legion, and the capital of Quel'Thalas, Silvermoon After the city was occupied by undead and demons, the leader of the undead is calling one of the commanders of the Burning Legion——Archimonde."

There was a dead silence in the camp, and Grom Hellscream clenched his fists unconsciously.

"Those damned demons don't intend to let us go even if they get here!"

Grom Hellscream naturally knew that the arrival of the Burning Legion was not aimed at them, but once the opponent arrived, the world would be turned into scorched earth, and there was no difference in the result.

Thrall did not experience the first and second Black Gate Wars, and his understanding of the Burning Legion basically came from the older generation of orcs, especially the description of his hometown that impressed him deeply.

Seeing Grom Hellscream still lying on the bed, Thrall hesitated before speaking.

"Actually, the reason why the 'Prophet' came this time was because of the night elves. Originally, the other party intended to introduce us to contact the night elves, but..."

Speaking of which, Thrall didn't say much anymore, and Grom Hellscream's face turned blue. After all, Cenarius had already been killed by him. If it wasn't for this incident, the orcs might take this opportunity to integrate into Aize Russ?

But at this moment, a hand was on his shoulder.

"Grom, you don't need to blame yourself. We can't see through the future. You just chose the most suitable choice at the time. However, this time is not completely without chance. If it can be reflected in the battle with Archimonde our value, then we still have a chance to be accepted by other races in Azeroth, as for the night elves... they are just one of the many creatures in this world."

Grom Hellscream just bowed his head in silence for what Thrall said, obviously he knew that the other party was comforting him, now everything is a foregone conclusion, the only thing he can do is to try his best to change everything up.

Maybe he noticed that the atmosphere in the tent was too dignified, but Thrall patted him on the shoulder.

"By the way, Grom, I don't know why when the abyss lord was killed, I felt like I was relieved. Everyone in the tribe felt the same way. Could it be that the abyss lord caused everyone to lose their minds? the culprit?"

Grom Hellscream felt excruciating pain all over his body just after waking up, and naturally he didn't have time to pay attention to his body. Now that he heard Thrall's words, he couldn't help but start to check his body.

'Sure enough, I didn't guess wrong? '

Seeing that Grom Hellscream smiled for the first time after waking up, Thrall also held his shoulder.

"Everyone in the tribe is celebrating the defeat of the devil this time, and you cannot be missing as the biggest hero!"

"Guil..."

Grom Hellscream wanted to say something more, but Thrall rarely showed his strong side, and he put his arms on his shoulders.