Chapter 409: Disbandment

of the Group After learning that Thrall was the chief of the orcs, Fording became even more nervous. God knows what he will do. Thrall put his big hand on Eitrigg's head, then closed his eyes and concentrated. Eitrigg's eyes kept closing and opening, staring at the dark orcs that were vaguely appearing beside him.

Thrall's expression gradually became gentle: "You are Eitrigg of the Blackrock Clan, right?"

Fording's eyes widened suddenly, because Thrall actually used the human language. Thrall had seen two orcs speak so far, and they all spoke fluent human common language. Could it be that all orcs can speak human language?

Eitrigg nodded very tiredly, and Thrall shook his hand excitedly and said, "Old man! We have been looking for you for a long time! Now we finally found you!"

Eitrigg sat up and looked at the big orc intently: "Your face is very familiar to me. The owner of that face is an excellent warrior. But you are too young, so it must not be him..."

Eitrigg continued to look carefully at the orc's strong face, but in the end he still couldn't tell, so he asked, "Who are you?"

Thrall nodded slightly, stood up and stood up completely straight. The gathered orcs seemed to stand straight, and raised their chins when their leader spoke. "I am known as Thrall, old man. I am the chieftain of the Frostwolf clan,"

Thrall's tone was very proud. And Eitrigg's jaw almost dropped.

"I've heard of you, too." Fording stared at Thrall and spoke in a clear voice, "I've heard a lot of people talk about you. Some say you're a hero, some say you're a devil. My good friend once told me that you rebuilt the clan and waged war against humans again."

The atmosphere in the forest suddenly became awkward. Richard looked at Fording with some amusement. He was really brave to say such things at this time. He was worthy of being a paladin who had been on the battlefield for a long time. He still faced the orcs head-on without the Holy Light.

"You are partly right," Thrall said to Fording very calmly, "I am rebuilding the Frostwolf Clan. The knowledgeable people in the world can be sure that my people will not wear shackles for a long time. But this does not mean that we are interested in starting a war for the sake of war. Those dark days are long gone."

"Ended? I only saw you and your warriors standing fully armed on the outskirts of Stratholme! Do you still want to take advantage of the city

's defenses being weak today to attack Stratholme?" Facing Fording's accusation, Thrall spread his hands and explained for him: "Siege is only the last resort, we just want to rescue one of our own. Times have changed, and your city means nothing to our people. I just want to complete my father's unfinished business and find a new home for my people."

Eitrigg's eyes widened with a look of sudden recognition. This way, it made sense. The familiar face was passed on to the next generation, and a dozen years later, they grew up: "Your father's business? I know who you are! You are the son of Durotan!"

Thrall nodded, and Eitrigg looked at him with admiration. But Fording still didn't quite believe what Thrall said, and Thrall had no interest in continuing to explain to Fording. He knelt on one knee beside Eitrigg and said, "I'm here to take you home, senior. I'm sorry it took me so long to find you, but we have been very busy in the past few months. We have rescued many of our compatriots, but we lost our former chieftain, Orgrim. Hammer of Destruction, we need veterans like you to teach us our past traditions. Now your people need you, Eitrigg, are you willing to help us?"

The old orc couldn't believe it, and shook his head in surprise. He stared into Thrall's sharp blue eyes, and found hope in the depths of their sparkle. After years of demoralizing loneliness, his heart was once again filled with pride. Suddenly, Eitrigg began to believe, a seed of hope rose in his heart, and he believed that his people would finally have a future.

"I do, son of Durotan! As long as you need me, my old bones are always at your disposal!"

"Eitrigg told me about your father. Your father was a good man." Fording put his hands on his sides and spoke in a voice that Thrall could hear.

Thrall's face was expressionless. "That is what our people have always insisted on. It is the son's duty to complete his father's cause."

Thrall motioned to Eitrigg and shouted several short commands in the orc dialect. The guards around them had walked back, unsure of what to expect. At least they should not fight again. But will they let him go after the mission is accomplished? Just as Fording was thinking, many warriors knelt down in Fording's direction and hooked their arms under his shoulders. Fording looked back at Thrall in confusion. The

young chieftain smiled knowingly and said, "This is respect for you. You risked your life to save our brother, human. The spirits of all creatures will bless you. We have no quarrel with you. You can go freely, as long as you don't follow us." Fording

breathed a sigh of relief. They didn't want to know where the orcs' base was. As long as the people could be rescued, it would be fine. Fording was particularly happy to see the orc warriors carefully lift Eitrigg together. He had a new relative.

Thrall gave Tirion an orc salute, then turned and left without a second glance. Many of the orcs had already disappeared into the shadowy woods behind. Suddenly a strong hand grasped his arm. He looked down and saw it was Eitrigg. The old orc's rough face showed peace and satisfaction.

"Remember your glory? Now the two of us are connected! Remember, human, as long as you need me, I will do my best to help you, and I will not forget you!"

"And you!" Eitrigg pointed at Richard and Valeera, "You are all good people too!"

Fording watched them slowly leave with a smile, then turned to face Richard: "Thank you, please rest assured, I will do my best when you need me to do something for you in the future."

"Okay!" Richard smiled and patted Fording on the shoulder, "Where are you going next?"

Fording thought for a while: "I plan to travel around the north now. The ban on me has not been lifted yet, and I can't go home. After traveling around, I will settle in the suburbs near my home."

Richard nodded: "Don't worry, I will use my connections to select a good steward for Hearth Castle."

"Thank you."

Looking at Fording's back, Richard said to Valeera, "Let's go too."

Valeera picked up the three masks on the ground and followed Richard out of here. The place returned to its peaceful state as if no one had ever been here.