Being a Reporter Isn't Bad Either

If mere brute strength were enough to run rampant across Azeroth, the Gronn of Draenor would not have been reduced to mere beasts of burden for the orcs.

Blizzard's descriptions of the power scaling in the world of Azeroth have always been vague, and for the sake of gameplay, there is always the interference of "players," entities that transcend history itself.

But at least Malone knows that this world contains supreme deities like Sargeras and Elune, countless physically formidable demigod beasts, and dragons so massive that a single claw is larger than his entire body.

Setting aside these powers that transcend the scope of Earth's power systems, even at the mortal level, there are mages and warlocks capable of wielding spells, and the Holy Light that can make mortals immensely powerful.

Having watched many modern films and read many novels, Malone knows that just like in those fictional "martial arts worlds," someone like him—possessing only raw strength but no formal combat training—isn't even fit to tie the shoes of a true warrior.

"Maicomarlon, did you know? The Warchief has formed an alliance with the trolls, and their leader is in our camp right now." Losing the arm-wrestling match to Malone didn't seem to dampen Teron Gorefiend's spirits; he quickly found another topic.

"Hmm." Malone stood up and began to scan the distance—he intended to find a way out of here, perhaps a damaged or low section of the camp's palisade.

"I am truly glad our Horde has gained new members. Besides orcs and ogres, now we have trolls. It's wonderful. Our faction is growing stronger bit by bit, and soon we will slaughter all those humans and snap their necks." Teron Gorefiend babbled into Malone's ear with that raspy, broken-gong voice of his.

Malone didn't speak, but his body trembled slightly—he knew this orc death knight was speaking the truth—and they had indeed done exactly that in Stormwind.

Barbaric, cruel, vicious... Malone cursed these orcs in his heart with every malicious word he could muster—these orcs who had drunk the blood of demons.

Perhaps Teron Gorefiend and the other orcs themselves didn't know what that green liquid Gul'dan gave them truly was; but Malone knew—it was the blood of the pit lord Mannoroth, a source of madness that brings destruction and war.

Malone knew that the humans of Azeroth were different from those on Earth, and in terms of customs, the pandaren of Pandaria were actually more similar to the people of Malone's homeland.

However, Malone still could not accept the actions of the orcs, and Teron Gorefiend's words only deepened his desire to escape as soon as possible.

"Oh, by the way, Maicomarlon, did you know? Along with the trolls, their servants have joined the Horde as well—a kind of creature called a kobold... It's quite interesting. Do you know what a dog is? I've never heard of such a thing before." Seeing that Malone wasn't responding, Teron Gorefiend continued to pester him, seemingly feeling a bit lonely.

"A dog is a wolf." Malone couldn't stand Teron Gorefiend's persistence any longer and squeezed the words through his teeth—having full control over this body was quite convenient; Malone had learned the orcish language with ease, a tongue that sounded somewhat like Russian.

"Are kobolds actually humans with wolf heads? Do they cut off a human's head and sew a wolf's head on instead? These trolls are truly terrifying!" For some reason, Teron Gorefiend's imagination in certain abnormal areas seemed exceptionally vivid.

"..." Malone had nothing to say.

It seemed that the world the orcs lived in really didn't have such a thing as a "dog"... Malone recalled the information he possessed.

Logically, the classification of dogs and wolves should be that one was domesticated by humans while the other survived in the wild, eventually forming two similar yet distinct species over time.

On Draenor, the orcs had tamed wild wolves and used them as mounts, calling them "worgs."

Perhaps because of the different methods of taming, as far as Malone knew, "worgs" retained almost all the ferocity of wild wolves, and in terms of viciousness, they were even worse.

Perhaps this was the reason why there were no dogs in the world of Draenor—the "worgs" that should have become dogs might still need thousands or even tens of thousands of years to degenerate into docile pets.

Distracted by this trivial biological knowledge, Malone snapped back to reality and suddenly had a question.

"Teron... why are you... so... loyal to the Horde, or rather... to Orgrim?" Malone asked the foul-smelling death knight leader his question.

Malone had harbored this doubt while reading the official Warcraft novels—Teron Gorefiend had been killed by Orgrim, and it was Gul'dan who had granted him his new life; yet later, the relationship between Teron Gorefiend and Gul'dan wasn't particularly good, and he had instead worked himself to the bone for the Horde, only to be finished off by the paladin Turalyon.

"Why? Because the Warchief is powerful! Look, how strong our Horde is now; the Warchief will surely lead us to victory!" Teron Gorefiend replied.

"But... you were killed by Orgrim, weren't you? Don't you feel even a little bit... of hatred toward him?" Malone held this question in his heart.

Malone had only been in control of this body for less than half a day and had no real experience with the life of a death knight.

But Teron Gorefiend had been a death knight for several years! Stinking all day, despised by other orcs, and forced to watch his own body rot away bit by bit—could he really harbor no resentment toward the orc Warchief, Orgrim Doomhammer, who had killed him?

At this moment, curiosity occupied most of Malone's thoughts—he suddenly realized that in this world, he could act like a reporter, interviewing all sorts of people in Azeroth about the questions he wanted answered.

Unlike on Earth, where such doubts could only lead to endless arguments on forums, Malone found that he could actually learn the truth of the matter—directly from the source!

"Are you talking about the time the Warchief finished us off?" Teron Gorefiend asked, puzzled.

"Uh... right, us." Malone paused, only then realizing—if he hadn't intervened, the original owner of this body, the former orc warlock named "Maicomarlon," would have been one of the Shadow Council members killed by Orgrim alongside Teron Gorefiend.

"I don't hate him. Actually, I didn't intend to resist the Warchief at the time, but he killed me before I could even speak. Thinking back, it really is quite a pity," Teron Gorefiend said, shaking his head.

"I have always believed that the overall interests of the Horde are the most important. Whoever can lead the Horde to a better future, I will support. If one day the Warchief leads the Horde to destruction, I will be the first to stand up and oppose him," Teron Gorefiend declared solemnly.