"It's all my fault, Lurkan, it's not your fault."

Ner'zhul half-knelt on the ground, his old cheeks full of tears, and he said with a trace of satisfaction:

"I am satisfied to have you by my side at the end of my life... I will try my best to make up for the mistakes I made against the orcs. Maybe I will die, but I just ask that after my death, I can be qualified to stand between you and the orcs.

By the side of my ancestors...I will try my best to save our world and civilization! I swear!"

The old shaman clenched his fists and shouted in a hoarse voice:

"I swear!"

Ten minutes later, Grom supported the weak Ner'zhul and walked out of Washugu. The two orcs felt extremely heavy in their hearts. The truth hidden under the nightmare was even crueler than the nightmare itself. Even the real warrior Grom,

They all felt hopeless.

"Gather the clans! Grommash, prepare for war, we don't have much time."

"War? With whom?"

Grom asked in a deep voice. He was not afraid of war, and after understanding the truth, war was inevitable. Faced with this problem, Ner'zhul used his staff to prop up his body. In his weak eyes, a ball of

The flames were burning brightly, and he said in a harsh voice:

"I'm going to Shadowmoon Valley. After I come back, you and I will know who the enemy is..."
Chapter completed!