In Brad's cognition, heaven and earth have spirits. Whether it is Malfurion or Thrall, in Brad's opinion, they are the protagonists of this heaven and earth. They will not die easily. It is not to say that they cannot die easily that they cannot die, but that there are always adventures or nobles in their lives, such as Brad himself. After he knew that the other party was Thrall, he never had the idea of ​​killing him.

And to find a way to train him, Brad believed that Thrall would be better than his previous life in the past few years in Jasper Leadership.

"Strictly speaking, but as far as I know, you do not belong to these clans, but to another powerful clan among the orcs." Brad never deceived him. In his opinion, the exquisite lies were exposed, and he really liked Thrall.

To be honest, although Thrall still called him the master, Brad never treated him as a slave. His treatment in the lord's house was no worse than that of Jasmine, especially in the past two years. After Aurelia and the others knew Brad's attitude, they were also caring for Thrall. That was truly cultivated as their own child.

Thrall also completely integrated into the Jade Corner, and he felt that this was heaven. Apart from the hard work during training, he felt that everything was like a dream.

This was the first time that Thal heard Brad mention his life experience. He never dared to ask before. He always regarded himself as a slave. Jade Corner treated him so well. It was because he was so good that he felt it was difficult to make a choice. He had no such concern when he was in Dunhold. But in Jade Corner, he did not want to destroy his current happiness. Or he was afraid of knowing a very bad result.

"Master, do you know who my parents are?" Seer asked excitedly. This was his most concerned issue.

Brad nodded and said, "As far as I know, you should be the son of Durotan, the chief of the Frost Wolf clan. Of course, this is a speculation and has not been confirmed yet."

"Frost wolf clan." Sar murmured to himself.

Brad explained: "You may not know that this clan is not joined by this clan. The Frost Wolf clan was once one of the seven most powerful clans of orcs. Gul'dan was tempted by Kiljadan to lure all orcs to drink the blood of the demons, while the Frost Wolf clan moved one after another and they came to Azeroth."

"The Frost Wolf Clan has arrived in Azeroth?" A light flashed in Thrall's eyes.

Brad nodded and said, "As far as I know, Durotan and Orgrim are close friends. Durotan was assassinated by Gul'dan Shadow Parliament while visiting his friends. Durotan was killed in battle, and his children were indeed unknown. Others thought he was dead, but it was during this period that you appeared in Dunhold Castle. The possibility of you being the son of Durotan was very high. After all, you had not arrived in Lordaeron at that time. Where did the orc children come from?"

Thrall was already very excited, and he asked tremblingly: "My parents died in battle, and my tribe members."

Brad hesitated for a moment and said truthfully: "I don't know where the Frost Wolf clan is, but it should be hidden in the Ultratown Mountains. Don't worry, I know the exact news and will definitely take you to your clan to see."

"Master, I..." Thrall didn't know what to say, he was just a slave.

Brad patted his shoulder and said, "I have never regarded you as a slave. You are free and no one can limit your freedom. It's just that you are still young. If there is no news in two years, as long as you want, you can also go to the Altlan Mountains to explore."

Xiao Moli covered the baby with a fox-skin coat and also snuckled: "That's, Sar. Although your name means slaves, when will we treat you as a slave? Don't worry, you are my younger brother, I will take care of you, and then I will call on everyone to go with you to find your tribe members."

Brad bounced on her forehead and said, "No, don't think I don't know your little thoughts. You are not fun, you are still so bold. It is said that last time you dared to sneak into the barren land in Theramore. If it weren't for Onyxia, you would have been captured alive by the Centaur, and you wouldn't have a memory."

Xiao Moli covered her forehead and said, "Uncle, I'm no longer a child, okay. I've already gone to fight to kill the enemy when I was as old as you, okay? No matter what I say, it will almost become an epic, much better than you back then."

"Since you say that, then when you are stronger than me, you are thinking about Gao Fei." Brad said that, and he was also very moved. The next generation has indeed grown too fast, and his efforts have not been in vain. And they should have experienced it. Thrall has become an epic powerhouse. It is even more brilliant than his age in his previous life.

"Master, are you asking me to leave?" Although Thrall is more mature than an ordinary child, he is still a child after all. He felt a little frightened when he heard Brad let him go.

Brad smiled and said, "I said, you are free. If you want to stay in the Jade Collar, stay in the Jade Collar. If you want to find your tribe, I will not stop you when you have the strength."

The orcs below retreated. While rectifying their formation, they cleaned up their corpses of their tribesmen. One thing that orcs are very good is to respect the dead. In this non-combat state, they will not desecrate human corpses.

Orcs advocate fighting and pay tribute to their ancestors. They sent people to place human corpses not far from the canyon. There are more and more orcs.

The forms on both sides were very tense, and the Alliance Army of Watch Castle delayed the orcs for a day and a night. The orcs did not have to advance in a stubborn manner, and paid more than ten times the price to successfully drag the army of Watch Castle back down and thus occupied the basin.

The battle of the Watch Castle Legion poured cold water on the orcs. The orcs of the tribe clearly realized that the alliance was not as easy as they imagined.

The soldiers on both sides were on full alert, and a cruel war could happen at any time. Only Brad seemed extremely peaceful. Xiao Moli looked at the senior orcs and said excitedly: "Uncle, are those people the leaders of orcs, especially that old man, so terrible."

Brad nodded and said, "Well, they are the current leaders of the tribe. That old man is the orc's great shaman, Gul'dan's teacher, Ner's master, he is the real master of this tribe."

"No, since it's a shaman, why is it a shadow element? Shouldn't this be a warlock?" Xiao Moli's question was also Thrall's question. Although they knew the history of Orc War, they really didn't know some core secrets.

Brad looked at Neozu and said, "At that time, Gul'dan controlled the tribe with the shadow council. He let many people drink the blood of the demon, but was afraid that the shaman would become his obstacle. So he cast a magic circle that he got from Kiljadan, completely separating the orcs and the connection with the ancestor's souls. Draenor had no other casters, and the warlock was their only choice."

"War is so cruel, why do we still have to fight?" Thrall asked confusedly, and he saw both sides restraining their dead bodies.

Brad patted his shoulder and said, "Do you still don't understand the purpose I brought you? You should know that Azeroth took our homes and they fought to protect their own homes. You should have seen refugees in Stormwind City, and the orcs were left without any grass. We fought for our homes and to protect my family and friends."

"What about these orcs, why are they fighting for?" Thrall continued to ask.

Brad said heavily: "These orcs have been used, and Neozu has been controlled by the Burning Legion. Now orcs are just the vanguard of the Burning Legion. They seem to be fighting for the land, but in fact they fight for destruction. Let me ask, Draenor and others still have large areas of land that have not been used and developed. What do you need Azeroth's land? The Burning Legion will be very open,"

As he said that, Brad took out a warhammer with a flashing arc and continued, "This is a warhammer belonging to the chief of the Orcs. In the future, both you and I will face endless battles. And I have found why I fight, and I hope you will also find your own way and know why you fight. But, I hope you don't lose yourself. You must remember that if one day you are confused by power, or start an unjust battle like them, I will personally take action to kill you and regain the warhammer, because you are not worthy of having this warhammer."

Thrall looked at the warhammer representing the glory of the orcs with complicated expressions. His hand slowly touched the hammer handle and then withdrew it back like an electric shock. He took a deep breath and said, "Master, I don't know why I want to fight now. I don't deserve it. When I find my reason, it's not too late for you to hand it over to me."

Brad nodded and put away the warhammer, saying, "Okay, then I'll keep it for the time being. You are the son of Durotan. I hope you don't want to lose yourself like your father, and don't think of these people."

Thrall nodded cautiously. His heart was extremely complicated. Seeing the battle between humans and orcs, he felt very uncomfortable. He was confused.

Below, the tribe's army gathered in large numbers, and had already battled half of the valley, but there were still a continuous stream of orcs gushing out of the gates of darkness, as if endless.

Naozu and his men rode the mounts in the air and faced the top leaders of the alliance. Naozu looked directly at Turayan and said, "Why didn't Brad Tirisfa appear? No, why are you wearing the marshal's armor?"

"Now I am the marshal of the league." Turayan took a step forward and said, "I am Turayan, remember my name."

Neozu looked at him disdainfully and said, "Where is that coward in Tirisfa?" (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!