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[ For the sake of reading, translated into normal English. ]

 

Broxigar rests his face on his hand, displeased with the current state of the Orcs as he lets out a long grumble, shaking his head slightly before he begins speaking to himself.

 

"The old Orcish values and morals have washed away, they have no honor or respect, they shouldn't even label themselves as "Orcs" anymore!" he says before quickly balling his left hand into a fist, smashing it down on the armrest as he lets out a puff.

 

"It's not worth fighting for, they're not children anymore." he grumbles, before looking down at a framed picture of Vulgrak and him, young, ugly and fertile.

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((I understand the tittle... I feel special))

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Spittifriz thinks dishonorable whytewazh shouldn't talk. Spittifriz has no idea why he thought that. He hopes no one read his mind...

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"Silly Kebab claim that Kebab lose honor yet lose in fight against two petty Human! Ha!"

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Craotor rises up and headbuts Broxigar.

 

" Diz uruk blah da truth. All kurrent urukz be skah agh we needz a bubhosh genozide" 

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The Wargoth Malog'Ugluk wonders who in the world Broxigar is.

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(( So true.. go and lead them sir ! ))

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The wondering traveler Lurtz'Gorkil nods in ahead in agreement when he hears of this. Unfortunately, he scatters slobber all over his face when he does this action.

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"Only the humans are immune from the shame of the younger generations. All faces that are worn with the years of experience do quietly swallow their dismay. To the dogs with the new descendants from Aegis. To the dogs with their bastardisation of tradition. To the dogs with the weak character of today's rebellious lot."

 

From whence the voice came and to where it went will remain mysterious. And perhaps the eloquent words in common will be lost upon the uruk ears. But the speaker thinks not.

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Gooms hears Broxigar mumbling to himself through the observation screen in his home, deep inside the void. He nods to himself.

 

"This orc knows of the old ways, the right ways. Many orcs have forgotten what it is to be honorable. They shame themselves and their ancestors every day and they do not seem to care. Perhaps I should show some favor to this most honorable of orcs..."

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Pok nods somewhere in the spirit realm, for once he doesn't roll over in his grave. Broxigar's words were true. The Orcs are just a bunch of *******, a bunch of green strelts.

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*looks at all the "dead" guys.
Whud du am skah am goan awn.
Iz me nekromancee leakin ur sumfing?

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