The last shelter on the Arachi Highlands has been transformed into a ruin. This solid cage, which symbolizes shame, has finally been completely destroyed by the angry orcs.

The collapsed city walls, scorched earth; the smelly blood soaked the land, and the hideous and terrifying limbs and broken arms spread all over every corner of the place. The ruins and corpses were everywhere, making this place look like a scene of doomsday. After the rider, Lao Tang, who was teleported back to the ruins by Master Nuo from the Cave of Time, rushed straight to the hillside where orcs gathered in the shelter.

Lao Tang felt a little sad. The failure to change the ending of the Hammer of Destruction made him feel annoyed. Although it was just a short time to get along, the words and deeds of the Hammer of Destruction were still fresh in memory of Lao Tang; the firm belief of willing to give everything for his people and striving for a lifetime made Lao Tang admire and recognize it. Such a shameful ending should not appear in a legend of a generation, a heroic strong man and a powerful hero should not have a tragic ending...

Looking back at this scorched earth that will be remembered by future generations forever, Lao Tang knew that there will be no trace of this shelter in this world from now on. This is the end of the legend of the life of the tribe chief. If nothing unexpected happens, a few years later, when the new tribe sets on the ground, a tribe's stronghold town will rise here - the fallen place of Orgrim* The Hammer of Destruction - the Hammer Town

Old Tang has long been used to life and death. Years of cold-blooded fighting have made him increasingly weaker and weaker in the disappearance of life. In his opinion, if a life dies for his ideals and beliefs, then his sacrifice is worthy of respect, and his sacrifice has meaning. In this surging era, in this world like an epic scroll, the legend of Orgrim's Hammer of Destruction, is not the first or the last in the days to come. There will be one epic after another. One epic figure after another, with their unfinished dreams and wishes, sacrifices on the road of charge, on the expedition to pursue their ideals, and leave Azeroth forever, a land where they struggle for life and fight forever.

Whether they fall in front of the Burning Legion's battle formation, under the sea of ​​bones of the undead natural disaster, or under the blades between different camps on the battlefield, they all give their own all to protect this world, protect their compatriots and glory, including their lives, whether they are alliances or tribes, they will have a common name: "hero". They should all receive the respect they deserve, and their legend should not be forgotten by others

After adjusting his emotions, Lao Tang's waist and abdomen were slid with his legs and suddenly accelerated and left.

The battle has ended, and the orcs are busy cleaning the battlefield and searching for and saving their compatriots.

No matter how much sacrifice he made, the orcs' wish and belief to save their compatriots were finally achieved. Hundreds of thousands of orcs and slaves imprisoned in this shelter were finally regained their freedom and rebirth. Along the way, Lao Tang ran, a long dragon composed of countless rescued orcs could not see the limit. At this moment, the orcs' faces were full of hope and longing for life, and there was no such numbness as a walking dead. The orcs and warriors found endless fighting spirit again. From time to time, the orcs and warriors who fought bloody battles with Lao Tang stopped and saluted Lao Tang. After a bloody battle, Lao Tang, who tried his best to liberation the shelter and rescue the imprisoned orcs, not only gained the friendship between these orcs, but also won the respect of the orcs because of his bravery and strong performance on the battlefield.

As he walked along the way, Lao Tang and Manjiao finally ran to their destination. From a distance, Thrall, who had already put on the armor of the Hammer of Destruction, was conveying orders to several orc generals.

"We are not here to kill humans," Thrall roared at the orc general in front of him with a sharp expression, "We are fighting for the freedom of our imprisoned brothers. Our opponents are those fully armed warriors, not the women and children who milk cows."

Thrall calmed down his emotions and continued to say to the orc generals gathered around him; "The slaughter without any sense of honor is the slaughter of evil warlocks, and the old tribe who had no sympathy and care for his people would do it. These bloodthirsty behaviors led us to be locked up in concentration camps, and we became so tired after we lost the demonic power that made us extremely greedy and cruel."

"I don't want us to be controlled by our own desires. What we do almost ruin us without a doubt, we will be free. But we must be our true self, not as a race that exists only to kill humanity. The past should end us now as glorious warriors, not bloodthirsty killers. And murdering the elderly, weak, women and children has no honor to speak of." Thrall, who clearly expressed his will, was silent for a while and said word by word in an unspeakable tone:

"I don't want to hear any scandal of slaughtering unarmed innocent people. I don't want any more shameful slaughter. Because of us, we restrain all brothers and sisters.'> Always remember that we are noble orcs. We are not cruel demons, we are not bloodthirsty butchers."

"Abide by your will, Chief" orcs looked at each other for a few seconds, and nodded firmly at their new leader and agreed.

After several orc generals quickly left to direct the aftermath, Old Tang jumped off Manjiao's back and walked slowly to Thrall. He patted Thrall's shoulders with frowns, and spoke in a low but praiseful tone: "You're doing it right. Thrall's meaningless hatred is too much. Killing without reason is never the best choice."

"I don't know, Good, my friend. I've been wondering what choice he would have made if it were the Hammer of Destruction here, I might not be as perfect as him." Thrall's tone was a little depressed. Looking at the busy compatriots in the distance, the new chief felt the burden on his shoulders heavy.

"Maybe I'm not ready to lead my tribe into a new life, maybe my ability is not enough... The commander tribe has lost the teaching of the Hammer of Destruction. I don't know how much I can do and where I will lead the tribe..." Saar's eyes were a little dim, and he lost an idol like his father and brother, which made the young shaman feel confused about the future.

"No one is born outstanding. My friend Shuharu's chieftain. My mentor Kane* Bloodhoof once taught me this sentence--only after experiencing the baptism of wind and rain and the gift of sunshine, can the fragile young seedlings grow into towering trees and shelter their compatriots from the wind and rain." Old Tang took a step forward and looked at the shelter ruins in the distance, and spoke to Thrall on the side and comforted him in a deep voice, "The Chief of the Hammer of Destruction is a legend, but you are not bad. No one will be a substitute for others. You are not the Hammer of Destruction II, you are you, Thrall is not the substitute for anyone, nor will he be replaced by anyone."

"Believe me, my friend, you will be an outstanding leader, you will be the pride of your father Durotan, you will be the pride of the Hammer of Destruction. You... the pride of the tribe." Old Tang lowered his head and stared at Thar's eyes and said firmly. "You will be the new legend, cheer up, your tribe members are still waiting for their leader."

"Thank you, Good, my friend, thank you for your encouragement and comfort. I feel much better. No one is born an outstanding chief. This is what he taught me before his death." Thrall turned around and raised his head to stare at the mighty and strong Old Tang. His tone gradually became firm, and his eyes were no longer confused for a moment.

"I, son of Saldurotan, the great chief of the tribe, I will lead my people to regain honor and rebirth me, and say do it."

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The aftermath of the war was carried out in an orderly manner under the arrangements and orders of Thrall, who had restored confidence and calmness. A series of matters including rescuing imprisoned orcs, cleaning the battlefield, collecting food and weapons and equipment were carried out in an orderly manner.

However, before the orc army sets off, there is another more important thing to deal with. A funeral, the funeral of hundreds of sacrificed orc warriors, and the funeral of Orgrim, the most wise chief of a legendary tribe, Orgrim, the Hammer of Destruction.

Searching and transporting the corpse took all the time left during the day. In the evening, thick black smoke shrank and rushed into the sky. Thrall and Drektal begged the spirit of flames to let the flames burn, burning even more quickly. Some of the bodies of the dead warriors were carried by their comrades into the blazing flames gathered by the flame spirit, and then turned into dust in the arms of the spirit of flame. In the blessings and war songs of fellow comrades, the ashes will be blown away by the spirit of wind to the distance, and their souls will be blessed by the ancestors.

And the largest ornate crematorium in the middle is prepared for the most noble of all the fallen soldiers. It belongs to the Hammer of Destruction - Orgrim*

Sar, Hellscream, and the Sarufal brothers who rushed over with the report of the messenger, raised the burly and strong body of Orgrim's Hammer of Destruction high and headed towards the crematorium. Drektal devoutly applied secret ointment to the Hammer of Destruction's almost red luo's body, while murmured whispers that others could not hear clearly.

A faint fragrance emanated from the Hammer of Destruction's body, and a quiet breath was emitted under the night. The blind old shaman Drektal signaled to Thrall to help, and then the two shamans put the Hammer of Destruction's body in an unyielding position. The fingers of the deceased were tied together and carefully tied with a sharp sword. At the feet of the Hammer of Destruction were several other "brave warriors" who died in the battle - those Frost wolf who were strong, loyal, but unable to escape human weapons.

One was close to the feet of the Hammer of Destruction, and the other two were around his body. And in the Hammer of Destruction, in this place that meant glory, lay gray, brave and fearless sharp ears. He was Drektar's Frostwolf companion, and in today's battle he fought bravely until his death. The blind old shaman Drektar patted his old friend for the last time, and then stood up and retreated with Thrall.

"I have not been together with my people for a long time." Standing in front of tens of thousands of orc compatriots, Thrall spoke to his people with a hammer of destruction:

"I don't know the tradition that should be followed in our hometown when a warrior passed away. What I know is that although the Hammer of Destruction was a sneak attack from behind by a coward, before that he fought tirelessly to liberate our trapped fellows. His death was a shame, not his shame. He died on the road to fulfill his lifelong wish. He will always guard us, and now we give him as noble glory as he had received in his life."

The young Sar looked at the face of the dead leader, "Ogrim, Hammer of Destruction, you were my father's best friend. You are the noblest man I know, my father and brother, my guide now you can go to the arms of your ancestors, and your most noble wish will await you there."

"The tribe will always strive forward forever orcs will be reborn. This is my promise, Chief."

After saying this, Thrall closed her eyes and begged the Soul of Fire to take the hero and the legend. In an instant, the flames burned violently than Sar expected. The body was soon swallowed by the flames, and the Soul of Fire summoned by Thrall would soon crem the body of Orgrim's Hammer of Destruction to nowhere.

But he fought for it, and what he died for it will be remembered forever by all the tribe members

Thrall leaned back his head and let out a deep and long roar. One by one, others joined him, all the orcs, all the tribe warriors roared the pain and passion they suffered. If there were indeed ancestor souls there, they would be unforgettable to remember these roars filled with sorrow due to the hammer of Orgrim's destruction and the passing of countless warriors. A requiem sounded leisurely from the mouth of the blind old shaman. With the help of the spirit of the wind, the soothing and melodious song spread throughout the world. Countless orc spirits flew into the sky, with the smile of relief and relief on their faces.

After the funeral, Thrall sat down heavily next to Drektar and Hellscream. Hellscream was as scarred as Thrall, but at this moment he simply chose to endure. Despite his superb healing ability in today's battle, Drektar was forbidden to approach the front line. Once an unexpected happens to Thrall, Drektar is their only shaman, a valuable resource that cannot be taken risks. However, Drektar was not old enough to worry about these bans.

"Which concentration camp will we go next, my chief?" Hellscream said respectfully, his words made Thrall wince. He had not yet fully adapted to the fact that the Hammer of Destruction had left, and now he had to lead millions of orcs.

"There is no next concentration camp," Saar said decisively after thinking about it. He looked around and saw the Sarufar brothers, Lao Tang and others. "With our current strength, we are enough to give the enemy a generous gift."

Thar's mentor, blind old shaman Drektal frowned. "We still have fellow countrymen who are suffering and we must save them."

"They are," Thrall agreed, "but I have a plan to liberate all of us at once. To kill a monster, you have to cut off his head, not just its hands or feet. Now it's time to cut off the sinful head of this concentration camp system."

His eyes shone in the fire. "We are going to conquer Dunholder"
Chapter completed!