Griselda came quickly.
There was also Shaman beside her. After receiving the message from Gaiara, Blackhand's Daughter had no time to shake the person to open the film, so he took his own Warrior and sent himself to Gaiara through Astral Teleportation.
This Shaman Teleportation Spell can only travel back and forth in the area where the elements gather. Fortunately, Gaiara has been recognized by the four elements of Azeroth. She is also an element aggregate, so the teleportation point is very precise, right on the seaside of the beautiful place Long Beach.
When Griselda jumped out with Dark Hand, he saw his useless brother being beaten by Gaiara's summoning element.
No exaggeration at all!
Gaiara summoned Hand of the Earth to pinch Rend in it, and also summoned Thunder to transform into a long whip and whip it wildly, causing Rend to scream like a slaughtered pig.
It's not that Rend is not strong enough, the guy in the young Orcs has pretty good combat power, and Blackhand's Warrior bloodline bonus, but the problem is Gaiara's Shaman bloodline is obviously more outstanding. In the Azeroth universe, a place where geniuses can do whatever they want, the fact that he hasn't been beaten to death by Gaiara is already showing mercy to Gaiara.
"I'll leave this to you."
Seeing Griselda coming, Gaiara retracted his hand, picked up the unconscious Derek Proudmoore next to him, waved his hand and said:
"I'm going to send this "big man" to Stormwind. There's no need to try to save those sailors. Varok Saurfang is there and they can't escape. But remember to bring Finna Goldsword back.
That girl has a very forthright personality and is a friend worth making."
"Well, you can go ahead. Besides, thanks."
Griselda said something to Gaiara, who snorted, shook his head and said:
"Don't be stupid, we are partners and we should help each other."
After Gaiara left, Griselda took Dark Hand and strode towards his embarrassing brother.
Rend Blackhand, who was beaten with a bruised nose and face, also saw his sister, but when he noticed the burning war hammer in Griselda's hand, he immediately struggled under the restraints of Hand of the Earth and shouted:
"You are not qualified to use it! Griselda, that is the treasure that father will leave to the next Blackrock Chieftain!"
"So, at this point, you still think you and Maim are qualified to compete with me for the position of Chieftain? It seems that the demon blood has really burned out your little brains."
She sarcastically said:
"Look at you, Rend, you are like a wild dog on the roadside! A complete loser! Do you know how your father died?
Orgrim tricked him into delaying your escape. Blackhand ran to challenge Vigilant as soon as his mind was hot. He was killed in the corner of the jungle. He could have survived. I will try my best to save his life and let him live a life of poverty, shame and death in the Gorgrond wilderness.
It was your War Horde that ruined him!"
"Shut up, you coward, my father is here for glory."
"Pa"
Before Rend finished speaking, he was slapped in the face by Griselda.
The blow was so powerful that a bloody broken tooth flew out of Rend's mouth.
"You!"
Griselda pinched her brother's chin and roared:
"If you dare to mention that bullshit "glory" in front of me one more time, I will pull out your tongue! Are you blind? Can't you see what that stupid thought has done to you and me? Our family is ruined!"
Blackrock Clan is gone!
Now the people following Orgrim are a bunch of monsters! Monsters as mindless as you!
Or do you think it's glorious for you to drink demon blood?
You Green Skins pig whose mind is filled with destruction and war!
You make me sick."
Rend saw his fierce sister pick up the war hammer and raise it high, and the burning Dark Hand hit him on the head.
At this moment, he closed his eyes and sighed in his heart.
But there was also a strange sense of relief.
He didn't know where he would die, but if the executioner was his sister, it would at least allow him to retain his last trace of dignity.
However, the relief imagined did not come.
As the rock of Hand of the Earth was smashed, Rend was freed.
He landed on the ground and looked at Griselda in front of him in surprise. He didn't know if the other party missed the target, or if she didn't intend to kill him here.
"What are you looking at? Do you think my Sword Saint will miss the mark?"
Blackhand's Daughter leaned on the war hammer and looked at his incompetent brother.
Her eyes were full of sorrow for her misfortune and anger for her, but after her father died, Rend and Maim were her last relatives.
Although Griselda is ambitious, and although she has not been taken seriously by her father since she was a child, this does not mean that she will really become a cold-blooded Kinslaying Beast.
"Then now"
Rend didn't know what to do, he whispered:
"Are you going to turn me into your prisoner? Take me back to Draenor and send me to Judgment? You might as well kill me."
"Shattrath City's Judgment and Judgment's are those who committed Extermination Crime's Chieftain. You, a pitiful little Warlord, have no right to stand up."
Griselda said coldly:
"I ask you, do you know what Orgrim did to the Blackrock Clan?"
"I don't know. During this period, I took Blacktooth Grin Clan and followed Warlord Varok to protect Goblin's caravan. They sent us food and weapons."
Rend felt that his sister seemed to want to say something to him, he scratched his head and whispered:
"Warlord Varok is our Blackrock Clan's warrior. He takes good care of me and Maim."
"He's protecting you two idiots!"
Blackhand's Daughter lamented, feeling really desperate about her brother's "political sensitivity". She glanced around and said:
"I don't have much time to talk to you, so to make a long story short, I participated in the whole battle of Stormwind. I saw the heavy infantry composed of Warrior who were transferred from the Blackrock Clan and Warsong Clan. They were commanded by Fenris Wolfbrother and charged into Stormwind.
But they all died, killed by the angry human Annihilation.
I'm telling you, this is what Orgrim is for!
He is picking out the most fanatical and hopeless demon-blood lunatics in War Horde, and constantly sending them to the front line in the name of "honor". He is using human hands to eliminate those fools who would be considered dirty even in hell.
Such a brave warrior like Varok Saurfang was sent by Orgrim to guard the grain road, a think tank like Eitrigg sat at the rear, and none of the rational Orcs Warlord appeared on the front line, and yet you idiot rushed to throw you and Maim into this grinding mill.
You really have no brains at all!"
She poked Rend's bald head with the same hairstyle as Blackhand with her fingers.
She cursed:
"Orgrim has his own plan for War Horde. If you and Maim still want to survive in this precarious situation to the end, just be smarter! Whatever Varok asks you to do, do it honestly, don't think about what is not there.
When encountering a war, don't rush into it as soon as your head heats up. In everything you do, you put your own safety first, do you understand?
You must understand what Orgrim wants to do, and you must follow in the footsteps of Great Chieftain so that you will not be "cleansed" in the name of "glory."
Frankly speaking, Rend Blackhand didn't understand.
Great Chieftain Blackhand was a little too successful with his Warrior education.
But he sensed some issues from his sister's explanation that he had never thought about before. Even if he didn't see it as clearly as Griselda, there was still a dark wind blowing behind him at this moment, which made Rend feel shuddering.
"Tell Maim what I said when you go back. Second brother's brain is better than yours."
Griselda whispered:
"I heard something about Black Wolf God from Vigilant Saint. Although it was only a few words, I know that Lycantos has other plans for your future. Do you know what you will do next?"
"Uh, listen to Varok?"
Rend said:
"Don't get involved in direct confrontation with humans?"
"Humph, I finally listened to some of it, but it's not enough."
Griselda sighed, looked at her embarrassed brother, and whispered:
"You have to ensure that you and Maim can survive until the life path Black Wolf God left for you is opened. You can't go back Draenor, and don't even think about going back in this life.
I won't allow it.
If you dare to set foot on the land of Draenor, I will personally chop you both to death!
But I still hope you can survive, brother.
When I was a child, you were the ones who stood up for me when I was bullied. Although my father was not very good to us, being beaten with you, working as a hard worker together, and growing up together at least made me know what "family" feels like.
Be sure to remember what I told you both!
Forget all "glory" and stop pursuing merit. That is not what exiles should consider.
Be pragmatic and first understand the concept of "survive".
Fenris Wolfbrother is dead.
I saw his head placed on King Llane's table. That is the fate of those militants, and that is the destination arranged for them by Orgrim. I don't want to see your head hung on the city gate of Stormwind one day.
Leave Stormwind Kingdom."
Griselda finally warned:
"I will stay here and continue to fight. This will become a protracted battlefield and the cemetery of all berserkers and destroyers. Get out of here! The further away from here, the better. I heard that Orgrim went to Burning Steppes. If there is a chance, go to him with Maim.
Don't let me see you two on the battlefield, do you understand?"
Rend nodded. He felt his sister's concern for them despite her anger. This made Rend, who had been having a very bad time, feel a touch of warmth, and even felt weak and wanted to shed tears.
But there were still some things he didn't understand.
he asked:
"Can you tell me what Orgrim wants to do?"
"How do I know? I'm not the roundworm in Orgrim's belly, I'm just his anonymous disciple."
Griselda glared at Rend, and then she said:
"But if I have to say it, I think Orgrim has the same idea as me. He wants to make a living for you Green Skins who can still be saved. I can't think of how to do it specifically. I don't have the brains like him.
Anyway, just follow him.
Stop thinking about recapturing Blackrock Clan's spring and autumn dream. Ten of you tied together won't be enough for Orgrim.
Okay, get out of here.
Once other people see this, it becomes unclear.
I also have to consider my reputation among the K'ure Alliance, so just leave the revival of the Blackrock Clan to me."
"But Diakum killed our father!"
Rend rubbed his neck and said:
"You treated him like a dog."
"Pa"
Another slap hit Rend on the face, this time with greater force, making Rend almost fall to the ground.
Griselda stared at him and said coldly:
"Call him "Saint"!
You are still alive because of his mercy. Didn't you hear what I just said?
The father had a chance to survive, but Orgrim spared his life in Mak'gora, and he went to die on his own.
He couldn't accept the failure!
Even if that hadn't happened, he would have been forced to commit suicide by his own arrogance and dignity. Instead, Diakum the Saint gave him the last bit of dignity.
He died in a one-on-one fight with Mak'gora. He convinced himself that he was going to die for the lives of you bastards! What kind of shame is such a death to Orcs?
Revenge?
What are you taking for revenge?
Are you going to sacrifice your life like a wild dog on the roadside? You have to fill in the whole family to be happy, right?"
"Bang"
Dark Hand's war hammer hit Rend's feet. Blackhand's Daughter pointed at him and said:
"If you still can't let go of this, then come and have a Mak'gora fight with me here. I will kill you with my own hands to prevent you from dying in vain."
"No matter what you say, I will"
Rend This reckless guy actually reached out for his sword. The demon blood's rage made it difficult for him to accept the fact that his sister was working as a subordinate to his enemy.
As a result, before he could even touch the handle of the knife, he was hit by a stone on his wrist, which made him glare at the side, and then he saw Varok Saurfang appear there carrying a Half Elf who didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
"Listen to your sister, Rend, she is the most qualified heir to Great Chieftain Blackhand."
Varok said coldly:
"She told you a lot of things you shouldn't know. If you can't control your mouth in the future, I won't mind pulling out your tongue with my own hands."
After saying that, Warlord looked at Griselda and said:
"You came here from behind, so, is Brox still alive?"
"If the mysterious Half Elf in your hand dies, then Brox will also die!"
Griselda stared at Varok without fear, and she said:
"That's all I can say, give me Fina!"
The unconscious Half Elf was thrown over and picked up by Griselda in his arms. After careful inspection, he found that Varok had acted very well. He looked miserable but was not seriously injured.
"Take good care of my two brothers who have shit in their heads, Warlord Varok."
Mag'har Great Chieftain carried Fina and turned around to leave without hesitation.
She waved her hand and said:
"Don't worry about your afterlife. After you die, someone will take your ashes back to your hometown."
She left in a swagger, Varok did not pursue her, but watched calmly as Griselda disappeared around the corner of Long Beach.
A few minutes later, he glanced at the miserable Rend and said:
"Go back and escort the prisoners. Send them to Moonbrook. After that, you and Maim will stay here and knock down a few nearby farms. Let the farmers continue to work and let the prisoners go to the mines to mine. Goblin will send people over to assist you in management.
I'll make a request for you!
Before I find Warlord to take over here, you two must take at least half of Westfall's farm."
"But Griselda said, let Maim and I stay away from here!"
Rend picked up the sword, touched his swollen face after being slapped twice by his sister, and said:
"I don't think she will harm us."
"Hmph, Great Chieftain only has elites around him. Why should you follow Burning Steppes if you haven't accomplished anything yet?"
Varok sarcastically said:
"Even in War Horde, promotion requires meritorious service. There are many ways to leave the frontal battlefield, and you don't have to go to Blackrock Mountain. I think it would be quite suitable for you two to deal with Goblin.
Black Morass's fortress also needs people to guard it. With your brains, I really don't trust you to go to Burning Steppes and die. Just be a logistics officer.
Your sister risked being executed by Mag'har to tell you the truth, don't let her down again."
Rend limped to keep up with Varok, leaning on his sword.
After knowing some things they shouldn't know, he felt that he was "closer" to the stern Varok Saurfang. People who share secrets always have more kindness.
"What about you?"
So, he boldly asked:
"What you did just now is considered betrayal. Why did you do this?"
"So, Rend."
Varok's fingers were rubbing the battle axe. He looked at the hardened guy with subtle eyes and said:
"Are you 'threatening' me?"
"Ah, no, I don't dare. I'm just curious."
Rend shrank his neck and whispered:
"Is it because your brother is in the hands of the K'ure Alliance? No, I remember you have a son, and Brox Warlord has a girl, but I have never seen them again after War Horde assembled. Hiss!
You guy!
You have long since betrayed!
You have already entrusted your children to the other side! You did not let them drink the demon blood at all. Ah, you Orcs are so cunning! With allies like you, why does my father need enemies?"
"Oh, I regret it. I should have pulled out your tongue just now!"
Griselda sent Finna Goldsword back to Stormwind.
Seeing that Orcs was injured all over his body in order to save his sister, Colonel Daenerys was immediately grateful. She really didn't know how she would explain to Goldsword Lady and King Daelin if something happened to Fina.
After the Half Elf warrior who would become the queen of the Human Empire in the future took away the golden sword, he walked into Griselda's room with a plate of Grilled Wolf Chop and Gaiara with a subtle expression.
Mag'har Great Prophet closed the door, placed the midnight snack in front of Mag'har Great Chieftain, and looked up and down at her injuries.
She leaned against the cabinet and said jokingly:
"This is a fight specifically with Gnoll. It's okay. You, Griselda, really have the brains. As long as you act, you have to do the whole thing."
"Shut up."
Griselda picked up Grilled Wolf Chop and ate it.
Stormwind is now filled with the remains of demon wolves. Although the meat contaminated with Fel needs to be purified before it can be eaten and tastes weird, a city that has experienced a war is not qualified to be picky.
"You gave me a good staff. I thought you were trying to win over me, but I didn't expect you were actually using this thing to convince me to pretend that you didn't see what happened today."
Gaiara stroked Disintegration Staff in her hand and said:
"But have you ever thought about it, Garrosh is not as easy to talk to as me."
"I left him a good ax. If he wants to challenge Grom, he must have a good ax."
Blackhand's Daughter was eating the weird-tasting barbecue with an expressionless face and said:
"If he is still not satisfied, I will persuade him with a Mak'gora, and even let him become Mag'har's Great Chieftain."
"As for that?"
Gaiara sighed and said:
"You Blackrock Clan have never been a place to talk about feelings. You are also a little too weak in dealing with your family. Rend and Maim may not accept your affection. If this matter is brought out, it will stain you.
You almost gave up all your ambitions just so that your two brothers could survive.
Is your relationship really that good?"
"It's because Blackrock Clan wasn't like this before, so I thought about changing it starting with me."
Griselda whispered:
"They are my last relatives. I can't just watch them die."
"Hmph, you look like Great Chieftain. It seems that you have learned very well from Orgrim. If you are as cruel and ruthless as Blackhand, I would not dare to entrust Mag'har's future to you."
Gaiara snorted, stepped forward and patted Griselda on the shoulder, saying:
"I will help you convince Garrosh, and we have to find them quickly, otherwise Draenor will have no way to explain.
Lelan told me that they fell on Kalimdor's side, thousands of miles away from here, but Lady Aegwynn can send us there, so do you want to stay here and continue fighting?
Or come with me to pick someone up?"
"You go ahead."
Blackhand's Daughter waved his hand and said:
"Mag'har There must be a leader to promote our morality on the battlefield. Diakum the Saint wants to unite the two worlds, and we must also do our part. Draenor alone cannot deal with the devil."