I Need to Pee

"Teron, don't worry, my body is fine..." Malone looked at Teron Gorefiend, suddenly feeling that his previous actions had been a bit too distant.

Although the other was a Death Knight and an orc to the bone, Teron Gorefiend had truly helped Malone too much, making it impossible for him to feel any estrangement toward him.

"But you ate that food!" Teron Gorefiend stared at Malone's stomach and suggested, "Why don't you cut your belly open? Then take out your intestines and squeeze all that stuff out."

Then wouldn't I be dead for sure!—Malone was terrified by Teron Gorefiend's suggestion.

"In any case, perhaps my body is a bit different from yours, but I'm fine... and don't go looking for Gul'dan." Malone looked into Teron Gorefiend's eyes.

"Even if you say that..." Teron Gorefiend muttered.

"Promise me, Teron." Malone gripped Teron Gorefiend's shoulders with both hands. "Don't tell anyone the secret of my body, not a soul! We're brothers, right?"

"Hmm... alright." The trump card Malone played worked perfectly. Upon hearing the word "brother," Teron Gorefiend, though still somewhat reluctant, agreed to Malone's request.

"Phew..." Having resolved the issue with Teron Gorefiend, Malone had just let out a sigh of relief when a small... complication arose with Tiffany.

"Mr. Malone..." Tiffany whispered.

"What's wrong?" Malone looked at Tiffany, only to find the young girl's face flushed red. Her legs were pressed tightly together, clamping her pink lace dress, and her hands were nervously twisting the hem of her skirt.

"I... I need to..." Tiffany hesitated for a long time before finally blurting out, "I need to pee..."

"Oh..." Malone nodded, saying nothing.

A moment later, while still tidying up the earthen jar, it finally dawned on Malone—the girl needed to use the bathroom! You idiot, why are you still standing here?

However, Malone's reaction was a step too slow, and a hint of a sob had already crept into Tiffany's voice.

"C-could you two please..." Tiffany seemed too desperate to form a complete sentence. Fortunately, Malone was worldly enough to know exactly what he needed to do.

"Teron, come with me!" Malone grabbed Teron Gorefiend, who had no idea what Tiffany was talking about, and bolted out of the shed.

"Phew..." Tiffany let out a soft sigh of relief, then grabbed a nearby pillar, slowly trying to stand up.

Although such a situation was difficult for a lady to handle, Tiffany still didn't want to "take care of it on the spot"—at the very least, she had to reach the corner of the shed!

Teron Gorefiend was dragged outside by Malone. He looked back at the shed, which was blocked by canvas, and asked curiously, "Maicomarlon, why did you bring me out?"

"She needs to use the bathroom, what do you think I brought you out for? Do you want to watch inside?" Malone retorted irritably—he was worried about whether Tiffany would view his earlier sluggishness as perverted behavior.

"What's so interesting about peeing..." Teron Gorefiend curled his lip in disdain, then suddenly asked with curiosity, "Maicomarlon, can you understand what that thing says?"

"Of course, can't you?" Malone countered—he remembered that in Blizzard's lore, Teron Gorefiend was capable of speaking Common.

"I can't... but could you teach me?" Teron Gorefiend expressed great interest in Common. "If I learn the language and writing of the humans, it will surely help us defeat those people."

Teron Gorefiend can't speak Common?—This surprised Malone—could it be...

A bold guess suddenly formed in Malone's mind. Could it be that one of the things this nobody "Maicomarlon" had done was teach Teron Gorefiend Common? That was just... too inconceivable!

"I suppose I could..." Malone answered hesitantly, "but I... I'm planning on leaving this place."

"What?" Upon hearing Malone's words, Teron Gorefiend immediately cast the thought of Common aside. "You're leaving? Why? Where to?"

"I don't know." Malone shook his head, then glanced back at the wooden shed where Tiffany was. "I want to take her away. You know, Teron, she isn't safe here."

"No, I don't agree." Teron Gorefiend flatly refused. "What does it matter to you if that human woman is safe or not? Maicomarlon, this is your home. I, and you, we are brothers. Do you understand? Brothers cannot be separated. If you leave here, where will you go?"

"Perhaps her safety is none of your business, Teron..." Malone sighed. "But I cannot let an orc like Kaldara insult her. I cannot stand by and watch such things happen. No matter what you think, I just can't."

"Then... then just leave her behind." Teron Gorefiend thought he had come up with a great solution. "I'll help you; I won't let any other orcs near her."

"What good would that do..." Although Malone was grateful to Teron Gorefiend, he still felt it was useless. "I know you're strong, Teron, much stronger than me; but perhaps you can stop one Burning Blade blademaster, but what about two? Ten? All the orcs?"

Teron Gorefiend was rendered speechless—while he was confident in his own skills, claiming he could take on a Burning Blade blademaster was a bit of a stretch, let alone the even more powerful entities among the orcs.

"In any case, you cannot leave." Teron Gorefiend grabbed Malone's arm. "Maicomarlon, we were friends when we first joined the Shadow Council. We fought side by side, and this time we were resurrected as Death Knights together. You are my friend, closer than a blood brother. I cannot let you leave."

Malone looked at Teron Gorefiend's sturdy arm, making no move to pull away. From Maicomarlon's memories, Malone knew that he and Teron Gorefiend had always been good friends, much like Orgrim and Durotan—good friends from different orc clans.

Malone was grateful for everything Teron Gorefiend had done for him, but he had to take Tiffany away—humans and orcs could not coexist—together, they only brought blood and death.

There was once a naive woman in the world of Azeroth who believed that humans and orcs could live in peace. Yet, even after she paid a heavy price, even allowing her own father to die at the hands of her orc "allies."

In the end, her city was still destroyed by the orcs, and her friends, her students, and her people were reduced to ashes for the sake of her hope for peace.

That woman was named Jaina, Jaina Proudmoore. Her tragic experience made Malone understand that between orcs and humans, there is only war, never peace.