Under the leadership of the slave owner, Garrosh and Dranosh finally saw the true face of this "slave gladiator".
The light reflected by the torch fell on the other person's face, and Delanoche's expression suddenly became distorted - how could he not recognize that face?
Dranosh pressed Garrosh's shoulders and shouted in an unprecedented tough tone, "What the hell is going on?! Don't tell me this guy is-"
"Calm down, little Saurfang," Garrosh slapped Dranosh's hand on his shoulder and replied nonchalantly, "This guy just looks like him. How could the real King of Storms be like this?" Caught by slave hunters on a deserted beach?"
"That could be a shipwreck - or some other trick!" Saurfang gritted his teeth and said, "Even if he is not Varian, his face is enough to do many things!"
As the son of Saurfang, how could Dranosh not have seen Varian's portrait? The appearance of the guy in front of him was exactly the same as that in the portrait, which made Dranosh feel inexplicably palpitating, as if they were now trapped in a trap. In some weird trap.
The orcs' argument seemed to disturb the prisoner who was concentrating with his eyes closed. He opened his eyes and said in a hoarse and low voice, "You... know who I am?"
Both Garrosh and Dranosh could understand Common Language. This sentence made Dranosh even more uneasy, "You'd better not tell me the next thing you say. This guy has lost his memory and has forgotten himself." identity of."
"Hmph, you are really smart," Garrosh said slightly dissatisfied, "As you can see, he is just a poor guy who can't even remember his own name."
"Damn, damn, damn!"
Dranosh said "Damn" three times in a row. He grabbed Garrosh's clothes with both hands and pulled him in front of him. "This guy is undoubtedly a dangerous factor. Do you understand it or not?!"
"Why are you so weird today?" Garrosh finally realized something was wrong, "It's just a similar person..."
"The resemblance is bullshit!" Dranosh's last words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth. "I just got the news this morning. The king of Stormwind City is fucking missing!"
"What?"
Garrosh was stunned after hearing what Dranosh said. He turned his head and looked past Dranosh to the imprisoned man who looked exactly like "Varian" and said dubiously, "It can't be... such a coincidence, right?"
"Idiot, don't you understand? There are no coincidences in this world. Even if this guy is not Varian, but for him to participate in several gladiator matches with such great fanfare, I am afraid that the Alliance's spies have already covered this place. arena!"
Dranosh pointed at Garrosh's nose, "If the warchief knew about this, he would definitely be furious, because this is simply a deliberate attempt to undermine the already fragile agreement between the Alliance and the Horde!"
"Okay!" Garrosh was tired of hearing Dranosh's lectures, "Then we should find a way to deal with this unfortunate guy now instead of arguing here!"
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Just as the two were arguing about their attitude towards "Varian", the burning torch in the dungeon suddenly went out. Both orcs were keenly aware of this and invariably looked up to the side of the dungeon corridor. .
A strange cold feeling crawled up his spine. Dranosh involuntarily let go of Garrosh's hand and touched the hand ax he carried with him. After holding the wooden handle of the hand ax, he felt a little calmer. .
"This feeling..." Garrosh's expression changed again and again. As he watched the torches in front of him go out one after another, coupled with the familiar gloomy feeling, bad memories came to his mind again.
When everything in sight was swallowed up by darkness, "Varian" in the cell suddenly fell to the ground and fainted, leaving Garrosh and Dranosh looking at each other.
But soon, the creeping sense of crisis made Dranosh and Garrosh stand upright. Before they had time to think about it, the two men bent over and rolled over. Just as they rolled away from the place, the terrifying strong wind came from When the two of them were standing, their waists were swept away. The iron railings of the empty cage beside them couldn't even stop them, and they were torn in half in an instant.
"Um?"
A slightly surprised hum came from the darkness. Garrosh immediately followed the direction of the sound, pulled out the short-handled ax from his waist, and slashed towards the source of the sound like a fierce warg biting. go.
The attacker was not surprised by Garrosh's reaction at all, but Garrosh was immediately shocked to find that the ax he swung seemed to have missed, but before he could withdraw his strength, he discovered that there was an extra one on the handle of the axe. Big hands wearing pitch black gauntlets.
As if being tightly clamped by iron pincers, no matter how hard Garrosh tried, he could not free his weapon from its restraints. With considerable combat experience, he immediately let go and retreated, pulling out his spare weapon from the other side. ax.
"Dranosh, come help me!"
Garrosh shouted this sentence almost without thinking, but he didn't get any response until the sound completely disappeared into the dark corridor.
"Quickly...escape..."
Garrosh turned his head and saw that Dranosh's neck was now clamped, his feet were lifted off the ground by strange forces, and the ax in his hand slipped due to the suffocating feeling of forcelessness.
"Dranosh!"
Although he knew that escaping might be the best option, Garrosh's sense of honor did not allow him to leave his companions and escape alone. After letting out a war cry, he charged forward, exerted force on his legs, and jumped into the air. He also used the hand ax as a giant axe, raising it high above his head to deliver a fatal blow to the person controlling Delanosh.
However, he heard a name from the other party.
"Grommash."
This name made Garrosh briefly panic, and before he realized that it was a moment of life and death, a man taller and stronger than him was already leaping above him, with the battle ax shaped like Gorehowl facing towards him. Him, swatting him to the floor like a fly.
The heavy force caused Garrosh to directly smash the rocks under him. He felt a fishy sweetness in his throat and spit out some blood. All the bones in his body seemed to have been shattered by the powerful blow just now.
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Dranoche was also thrown beside him like garbage at this moment, and the two brothers fell to the ground, waiting for the judgment of fate.
However, the imagined death did not come, and Garrosh and Dranosh heard the conversation between their attackers in a semi-conscious and semi-conscious state.
"Dranosh?...Is this guy a kid from the Saurfang family?"
"I don't know, but the man next to you should be your son. Haha, Grom, he's quite harsh on his own son."
"Stop talking nonsense, Orgrim, and take the prisoner away."
"Hmm... This is a rare opportunity. I want to talk to Thrall and see how the tribe is doing now."
Immediately afterwards, the world spun, and Garrosh felt that the darkness completely covered him, and he fainted - he was defeated humiliatingly again, without the power to fight back.
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