The secret letter in his hand made everyone fall into silence. Bolvar held the letter and looked at Alsace, "This..."
Alsace did not answer immediately. He began to think about various possible situations. Instead, Queen Tiffin first suggested, "Maybe the people from MI7 got it wrong?"
However, when this half-guessing, half-self-comforting sentence came out, Tiffin himself understood that this was basically impossible. It was related to the whereabouts of the king. No matter how stupid the people in MI7 were, they would not do this. Unverified information was submitted easily. Although the words in the letter were mostly speculations such as "maybe" and "maybe", they must have confirmed it at close range many times.
"I do believe in MI7," Alsace said without questioning the capabilities of this intelligence agency, "but if you want to find out the truth of the matter, you must go to the orc territory and visit it yourself."
"Then let me go," Bolvar said. "If Varian's matter is really related to the tribe, then I will make them pay a heavy price."
"Calm down, Bolvar." Arthas did not agree with Bolvar's self-recommendation. "Stormwind City needs you. Let me handle this matter. I will give you an answer soon."
Bolvar glanced at the young Anduin, and thought about some uneasy factors that were about to stir up in Stormwind City, but he hesitated to speak. Indeed, as Arthas said, he might not be able to risk crossing the ocean to Durotar. Putting aside everything else, Stormwind City can no longer afford to lose another regent.
"The people of Stormwind will be eternally grateful to you, my friend."
Bolvar and Arthas held each other's arms, and their strong arms sank heavily. Everyone knew the importance behind this task.
After leaving Stormwind Fortress, Jaina still frowned, "I feel like we have stepped into a strange circle set by others... We just learned about Varian's possible whereabouts from Anduin, and there will be news immediately. Yes, we don’t know whether the news is true or false to interfere with us.”
"This is what's scary about them," Arthas observed the bustling crowd in Stormwind City. The disappearance of the king had made their lives uneasy and confusing for a while, but now their lives are starting to get back on track again, " He is used to using all kinds of tricks and instigations to drive a wedge between people, alienating allies and deepening the hatred between enemies.”
"You mean... that Varian in Durotar is probably fake?" Jaina heard the meaning of Arthas' words, which made the hatred even deeper. Isn't that just trying to drive a wedge between humans and the current tribe? Is there any connection between them?
"It's very possible, but how things will turn out is still unknown until we see Varian." Arthas raised his eyes and no longer looked at the crowd in Stormwind City. Through the distant sky, it seemed to fall directly on a wild and restless land.
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"Gudong... Gudong..."
The heavy wheels left deep ruts on the dry ground, and the rickety rough truck moved slowly forward under the pull of a huge kodo beast.
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It's just that the trucks are not transporting goods, but living slaves.
These slaves looked listless under the blazing sunlight of Durotar. Their chapped mouths and red skin showed that their current masters were not "nice" to them. A small number of slaves fell on the prison carts with their bodies covered with blood. The bloody wounds were profound enough lessons that even the thorny slaves could only obey.
Slaves captured by orcs basically end up like this, because in their view, most slaves are weaker than the weakest peons. They are not even worth working for the peons, and only a small number of orcs are capable of doing so. Will buy some "weak" slaves.
The final outcome of those slaves that no one bought was to be sent to the arena as a diversion from the boring lives of the tribe members. It was better to watch these slaves cling together and survive in the arena than to whip them. Life should be more enjoyable.
Many orcs and trolls like to watch a competitive match in their free time. Blood and roar are always indispensable topics in Durotar. However, their warchief Thrall himself is not interested in the battle in the arena, but Thrall is not opposed to the opening of the arena, because his people need such "entertainment activities", and some more formal competitive games that can only be participated by tribal warriors are a good way to select the strong.
It's just that today, two very unusual "spectators" came to the arena where this team was going.
"Garrosh, don't tell me this is where you're taking me."
The black-haired young orc, who wore several traditional orc braids and hung with various bone ornaments, frowned and said, "Watching a group of weak monkeys and wild beasts fight each other, is this what you call fun? It's a waste of time."
"Ha..." Garrosh seemed to be unable to hear his companion's words, so he picked up a glass of wine and poured it directly into his throat.
"You have been like this since you came back from Silithus. What happened?"
"Ask your father," Garrosh waved his hand, a trace of impatience flashed across his face, "I don't want to talk about this."
Seeing that Garrosh could not be persuaded to change his ways, the black-haired orc could only sigh and sit opposite Garrosh, "My father kept silent about everything that happened in Silithus, except maybe those who survived. No one except the soldiers and the war chief knew what happened in that battle."
"That means your father is protecting you, Dranosh." Garrosh sneered. He was not laughing at Dranosh, but at himself.
Dranosh was silent. As one of the few orcs in the tribe who have not been contaminated by evil energy, he and Garrosh still retain the original brown skin of the orcs, and this has also caused a "distance" between them and the green-skinned orcs. "This silent sense of difference makes even the best warriors uneasy, so even if Garrosh's personality is not that good, he and Garrosh can still get along.
But since returning from the battlefield in Silithus, Garrosh seems to have become a different person. The bloodiness and recklessness inherited from his father have completely disappeared, and even disappeared a bit too much, although he has not yet turned back to the man who was in Nag. Lan's stupid orc is dumb and blue-headed, but it can also be said that his temperament has changed drastically.
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"Okay, I didn't come out today to talk about this. If you really want to know, you can pester old Saurfang. He may tell you what you want to know." Garrosh slammed the Wine glass.
"Then why are we here today just to watch a boring competitive match? Then we might as well go back to the soldiers' training ground. The fighting there is ten times more exciting than here."
"Of course not. I heard that there is a strange 'slave' in the arena here. I heard that he can fight more bloodthirsty and violently than the most ferocious warg. I would like to meet him..."
There was some inexplicable light flashing in Garrosh's eyes. In the reflection of his pupils, he seemed to have seen the "slave" who was locked in an underground cell without seeing the light of day. A wolf-like aggressiveness flashed in one eye. The man's eyes.
