Chapter 390 Happy Father's Day

"Thal" Orgrim, who was lying on the ground, looked at Thrall with a smile, "I saw you when everyone was charging. You destroyed several human knights very well. This is a very brave act and you are a qualified orc warrior. My weapon will not be buried in your hands. I know that my weapon came from your master, and your master must not be an ordinary person."

Orgrim suddenly grabbed Thrall's hand tightly and said, "Thal, your wisdom and vision are unprecedented among the orcs. I think if you lead the orcs, we will definitely regain the glory that once belonged to us."

"No, Chief, I don't have this ability. The orcs still need you."

"We decided a long time ago that Grommash would also assist you. I just didn't expect this to happen so soon. Let's not talk about this. I held you to give you a piece of advice. I know you have some very good human friends around you. The hatred of our generation will not be felt as deeply by your generation. If you want to cooperate with humans, I will not object, but you must always be vigilant against the scum of the Alliance. Don't forget that I was killed by them. Thrall, no one in the world is born a successful leader. Believe in yourself. You will lead them to victory, I believe."

Orgrim leaned against the tree, motionless.

Thrall carefully extended his hand under Orgrim's nose, and he was already dead.

"Thrall." The old thalman Drek'Thar put his hand on Thrall's shoulder. The other orcs also gathered around.

Drek'Thar pointed at the orcs and said, "They can't live without a leader. Put on your armor and assume your responsibility as the chief of the tribe."

"No." Thrall shook his head, looked at Orgrim and said, "I want to wear Orgrim's armor."

"Sir, no, Chief, the armor of the previous chief has been damaged. We have to replace it."

Thrall interrupted them very firmly: "No, this armor will not be replaced. You must repair it. This is the close-fitting armor of the previous chief Orgrim the Hammer of Destruction. He has paid his life for our cause. So I will continue to wear this armor. The chief will always be in our care. "

At Thrall's insistence, the orcs put on Orgrim's armor for him. Thrall looked at the orcs standing in front of him. Each of their faces was full of pain, and their eyes were full of respect and expectation when they looked at him. The old shaman Drek'Thar was right. Now he needs to take the responsibility of the chief of the tribe. He must lead the people who have finally gained freedom to a stable life.

"Today is an unfortunate day. The former chieftain, Orgrim the Hammer of Doom, was unfortunately killed by the enemy. At the last moment, Chieftain Orgrim appointed me as the new chieftain. Although I do not want to take this position, since I have been chosen, I will take on this responsibility. I will make the orcs better and better. Chieftain Orgrim hopes that all orcs will be free, and I will inherit his I am determined to liberate more compatriots. Who of you is willing to join me in seeking the freedom of our people? "

The roars rang out, full of the orcs' thoughts and pain for the former chief. Despite this, Thrall could still hear the roar of hope in their voices. Thrall held high the hammer of destruction. He believed that no matter how difficult the road ahead was, they would continue to win.

After comforting many orcs, Thrall sensed the power of Richard and the others, and walked away silently.

"Father." As expected, Sal saw Richard who was beating soy sauce in a corner. Richard leaned against a big tree and watched Sal take on his responsibility.

"Saul, you did a great job. First of all, I want to congratulate you on becoming the chief of the tribe."

"Thank you, and I want to say Happy Father's Day to you, too."

"Yeah." Richard looked at Sal with a smile. "What are you going to do in the future?"

Sal hesitated and said, "I want to lead the orcs to a better future."

Sal looked at Richard cautiously, and Richard finally laughed, and Sal breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your ambition is great. Have you put it into practice?"

Sal nodded. "Yes, first I have to free my brothers and go back to save concentration camps one by one."

Richard nodded in approval and looked at Sal and asked, "Do you have your first target?"

"Dunholde."

"Dunholde? The place you wanted to escape from in the past, why did you choose it now?"

Sal looked into Richard's eyes and said, "Dunholde has the largest number of prisoners in the entire Alliance concentration camp, and it is also the camp where the orcs receive the most combat training. If we take him down, it will have a very positive effect on the tribe." Richard

nodded. "Do you need us to do anything?"

Sal shook his head.

"Not even intelligence." Richard looked at him with some surprise.

"We have captured one of their men. I will persuade him to cooperate with us. If I fail, I will come to find you."

Richard looked at Sal with a smile: "If you have ambition, we will be watching you not far away. We will be there when you need help. I hope that when we hear the news of the fall of Dunholde, you will not find me. Come on."

Sal returned to his camp and came to the captured Landon with a sad and angry expression. Landon had regained consciousness and was trying restlessly to struggle free from the tree trunk. Suddenly, he saw Sal, wearing bloodstained armor, standing in front of him. Landon was so scared that he shrank his body and tried hard to shrink back.

"I should have killed you," Sal said viciously.

Landon shuddered: "Lord Beastman, please forgive me, I have never done anything to hurt you."

Sal squatted in front of Landon and put his face in front of Landon. Sal could clearly feel the breath of this timid knight: "Really? Then why did I hear that you are very unfriendly to the beastmen in the concentration camp?"

"No, no, I didn't. Those were really not done by me. Please don't kill me." Sal smelled a smell of urine.

"Hehe, you know how to say these things now, what did you do before? If you can tell me what I want to know, I can not kill you." Sal frowned and stood up.

What value do my words have to an orc? Landon's mind was spinning rapidly, and suddenly, he thought of the fall of their fortress, and suddenly thought of his hometown Dunholde7

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