Chapter 712 I, Du Hansan, Am Back Again

Coincidentally, in the cellar of the Brill Arena, Orgrim was also asking Go'el a similar question.

"Do you remember the three questions I asked you?"

"Remember. What you asked was, 'Who are you? Where are you from? Where are you going?'." Go'el answered in a calm voice.

"So, have you thought about the answer to the question?"

"Think about it." Guyir's words were sonorous and powerful.

"explain."

Go'ir suddenly stood up, and the orcish language in his mouth was as powerful as wind and thunder:

"I am Go'el, the son of the great Frostwolf clan chief Durotan and the powerful female warrior Draka!"

"I come from the opposite side of the Dark Portal, from what humans call the planet Draenor!"

"I want to lead my fellow orcs to get rid of human slavery and go to a place where the orcs can rest and recuperate."

On the other end of the wall, Orgrim also stood up excitedly. He and Go'ir were back to back, separated by a thin wall. He seemed to be able to feel the temperature coming from Go'ir's back through the wall, reaching directly to His heart.

"Very good! Very good! If Durotan and Draka can see such a heroic scene from you, they will definitely be very happy." Orgrim was greatly pleased.

"Does my answer have something to do with the Duke Marcus you mentioned? Since he is such an important person, why have I never heard his name in all these years in Lordaeron?"

"Because his name is a taboo in Lordaeron..." Orgrim spent a full hour describing how Duke used a series of means to destroy the Horde's offensive, and how he combined the Alliance with Lordaeron, Duke's microsecond relationship with King Terenas was explained to Go'el in detail.

Go'el frowned: "If this Duke is really so terrifying, then he will indeed be the biggest obstacle to the rebirth of our tribe, but didn't you say that he has been missing for ten years and is defined as a war dead by the alliance? Why are we Do you still have to worry about him?"

Orgrim sighed: "Some people are alive, but they are dead. For example, Terenas Menethil. I can deal with an old fool like him. However, there is a kind of person who is worse than Life is more terrifying, and this kind of person refers to Duke Marcus."

Orgrim's gaze seemed to penetrate the dark passage, pass through the boundless sky, and return to the turbulent years of war.

After a long time, he said: "If there is only Lordaeron, then as long as we rescue our compatriots, we alone are enough to subvert this country. But adding the southern part of the Eastern Kingdom continent is different. That is completely Another higher level world.”

"Higher level?"

"Have you ever seen a sailing ship on Lake Lordamere?"

"Um."

"Did you know that the Southern Continent now uses steam ships with smoke coming out from the top? Do you know that the Southern Continent can transport 10,000 soldiers faster than horses, all day and night? Transported thousands of miles away? Did you know that they can make a thousand of the sharpest swords in mankind an hour? And the artillery that is enough to destroy a small mountain..."

Go'el was silent.

"This is the new thing that the man named Duke Marcus brought to the entire world of Azeroth." Orgrim looked dejected: "My body is not old yet, but my mind has already caught up with me. It’s no longer as good as the new things now. I only know that if we fight in the old way and fight for freedom, it will only bring real destruction to the orcs and the tribe. So I place my hope in you as predicted by the shaman prophet. On my body. I hope you can lead the orcs out of this cruel fate."

"I will!" Guyir said decisively, "Any other suggestions?"

"Generally, do what you want. My last suggestion comes from the shaman who persuaded me to keep you - he hopes that you will change your name to 'Saar' on the day when you officially raise the flag of rebellion."

"Thal!?" Go'ir was a little confused.

"That was the name my men gave you when they transferred you from another slave camp. It was Lord Blackmore of Guoholden who gave you the name."

"Why do I have to use the name given to me by a human slave owner?" Go'ir said with unspeakable anger.

"Because this is a name in destiny. It represents the knowledge you have learned from humans, it represents your integration with human culture, and it also represents your true destiny." Orgrim's voice became extremely solemn. : "Believe me, sir. If he hadn't made a huge sacrifice, you would have been killed by the killer sent by Duke thirteen years ago. Only by returning to destiny will the God of Destiny protect you."

"Okay, I agree. From today on, my name is - Thrall!" Go'ir, no, Thrall replied loudly.

"Very well, you won't regret it in the future, Durotan's child. The rest is up to you."

"I know - orcs will never be slaves!" Thrall tightly held the battle ax in his hand.

At the same moment, the young man who appeared in the thunder and lightning looked like his waist and legs were sore, and he stood up with difficulty.

"Nah, I've become Arnold Schwarzenegger." The young man looked around and said, "Oh, luckily there is no one around, otherwise I would definitely be regarded as a pervert."

As soon as he tried to move, he stumbled on his first move and almost fell.

It was obvious that he was not used to his body.

"My body..." I looked down and saw, well, my sword is still there, and I know it's normal even without testing...

Damn, the wind makes the eggs cold!

Since the function is normal, other tests can be ignored.

No!

Bah bah bah!

After repeated inspections, he finally confirmed that his body was intact.

He was surprised and happy, and after struggling for an unknown amount of time, he finally managed to return to Azeroth. Even though he had experienced countless near-death encounters and seen countless storms, he couldn't help but feel a little excited for a moment.

Finally, he took a deep breath and shouted: "Hahaha! Azeroth! I, Du Hansan, am back to harm you again——"

For a moment, there was lightning and thunder in the sky, and it seemed that Azeroth wanted to kill this scourge immediately after hearing it.

Hmm, joking, this is actually the aftermath of space teleportation, the aftermath!

right!

He is the handsome guy who is hated by everyone, whose flowers fade and his cars have flat tires - Duke.

Duke, who took a deep breath of the fresh air of Azeroth and experienced a brutal long-distance teleportation across the universe, finally realized his current situation.

Damn, my magic circuits are burned out a lot.

Woj, my storage bag is finished.

Holding the grass, I'm still running naked.

"No, before I think about that, I need to wash off the dust on my body. It's so uncomfortable." Duke, who didn't dare to use magic for the time being, ran to a creek not far away to take a bath.

Just as Duke was washing his hands, suddenly there was a soft sound behind him.

Duke turned around and saw a girl looking at him in shock. The next moment, the villain Duke complained first: "Why are you spying on me taking a shower!?"