On the grasslands of Nagrand, a majestic bonfire was raised, and the Shadow Moon Shamans, who had regained the trust of the elements, recited the songs of the past. The breeze awakened by the elements blew on the grasslands, and the people who reunited were reunited.
The orcs gathered around the flames, sharing supplies that were becoming increasingly difficult to obtain at this time.
It had been a long time since the children had seen such a lively scene. Children from different clans were running among the crowd.
Compared with the heaviness and sorrow on the faces of the adults, after the complete collapse of the world order, these children are still good at having fun in suffering. However, the children's laughter has gradually infected the adults. After the Devil's Blood incident, they have died of old age.
The warriors from the reclusive clans who came and went slowly began to laugh.
Especially after the warriors of the Shadowmoon Clan brought out some fine wine, the atmosphere around the campfire quickly became lively, making people nostalgic for the orcs’ twice-annual Kershharg Festival 20 years ago. Some old people
The orc even shed tears.
Bewitched by demons to start a war, 20 years of brutal war completely destroyed the world. But now, seeing the remaining clans gathering together like before, maybe... maybe this world still has a future.
The shamans used elemental spells to pacify the green-skinned orcs who were furious because of the demon blood. It has been 10 years since they drank the demon blood. In the self-weakening process of the demon blood, these orc warriors can also control themselves. Those who cannot control themselves
The madmen had long since died in the brutal war between each other and the invasion of Azeroth.
"Look, Varok!"
A female orc held Varok Saurfang's arm and pointed at the orcs singing and dancing in front of the campfire. There were tears in her eyes, and she whispered:
"Just like we were before, we can go back to the past, we still have hope, right?"
Facing his wife's expectations, Saurfang felt very heavy. Nearly two months ago, he returned from the Dark Portal, but before he could unite the three clans of Hellfire Peninsula, Chief Orgrim failed.
The news was sent back to Draenor. This news almost broke Saurfang's will. In despair, he refused Grom's offer to stay and returned to his hometown of Nagrand alone.
In the past two months, he has not picked up a weapon again. The exhaustion from his soul makes him quietly accompany his wife as he did a few years ago, as if he will spend the rest of his life like this.
But Ner'zhul's return made Saurfang realize that the war was not over yet, and the elements once again responded to the call of the shamans, which made Saurfang see a glimmer of hope for the orcs' future. This time Ner'zhul
When the chiefs of all the clans are summoned, there must be something big to announce. Saurfang knows very well that his peaceful life is likely to end here.
Thinking of the agreement between him and Tyrion, Saurfang's mood became a little depressed. He could feel that maybe the day when the agreement would be fulfilled was coming soon.
Thinking of this, Saurfang couldn't help hugging his wife tightly. His wife seemed to have a premonition of something. She grabbed Saurfang's arm and whispered:
"Varok, I went to see Aunt Gaia'an today. As you know, Ancestral Mother is also a shaman. She told me...I...I have your child."
"What?"
This sudden news made Saurfang freeze on the spot. He was a little at a loss, but then a touch of ecstasy made him couldn't help holding his wife and spinning around in circles. Even the low mood in his heart was washed away.
He gently stretched out his hand and stroked his wife's flat belly. A new life was gestating, which was the inheritance of Saurfang's blood.
After realizing that he had a child, the memories he was afraid of before and the memories he was unwilling to recall once again came to Saurfang's heart. He took a deep breath, held his wife's hand, and whispered
:
"I swear, Nora, I will find a safe new world for you and your child, even if it costs me my life..."
"Don't, don't say that!"
Saurfang's wife Nora reached out and covered her husband's mouth. She leaned on Saurfang's chest and whispered:
"For a while, when you followed Chief Blackhand to fight in another world, I always had a premonition that I would lose you. This time I can see you return safely. I am extremely grateful to my ancestors for their care, but that premonition...
It’s getting stronger and stronger, don’t die, Varok... Even if we die together in this world, don’t leave me here alone.”
"Don't worry, Nora!"
Saurfang patted his wife on the shoulder: "The elemental spirits have forgiven us. Ner'zhul is looking for a way to heal the world. Even if we enter Azeroth again, we will not lose... I believe
I, I will win a new world for you and Dranosh, this is my promise!"
"Dranosh?"
"Yes! My child's name! Heart of Draenor, even if it is for him, I will not fail. Even if I climb out of the abyss of death, I will not fail again!"
Just as Saurfang and his wife were roaming the grasslands, inside Washugu, under the leadership of Ner'zhul, the chiefs of all the remaining clans in Draenor saw the monster-like Na
With the remains of Ruk Ulay, and in the confession of the ancestor souls, they learned the reasons behind the disasters that Draenor suffered in the past.
Especially after knowing that the devil would not give up on this world, all the chiefs realized the seriousness of the problem.
"The fate may not be changed, but the end of the world is approaching. If this is the inevitable fate of the orcs, then I will happily accept it when it comes."
Ner'zhul stood in front of K'ure like a magic stick. He whispered to the chieftains who were looking at him:
"But this fate was imposed on us by the Draenei! Those exiles from the stars are the real source of all evil... We must resist this fate. At least, at least we must leave a legacy to our children and the orc civilization.
A ray of fire!”
"Bang"
The chief's staff hit the ground, waking everyone up:
"They are innocent! We must save our race. Someone must be bathed in blood. Someone must die for the future of the orcs. We will take up arms again, but this time... this time, it is no longer for
Conquest is no longer for plunder, or to satisfy our bloodthirsty desires!"
"This time, the warriors of the tribe gather together to fight for survival. We must find a new world for our tribe before the evil comes! This will be the beginning of our atonement for Draenor!
"
"Great Chief!"
The shaman of the White Claw tribe stood up. With a hint of sadness, he shouted loudly: "Are we going to give up on our world like this? This should not be the fate of Draenor! The elements, the elements are still here,
How can we give up?"
"No one is saying give up on Draenor! White Claw!"
Ner'zhul opened his eyes and said in a deep voice:
"But before we fight to the death, we must first put our people in a safe place. Believe me, chiefs, if the demons want to pollute our world, I will be the first to stand up and fight them before I die.
,No one can destroy Draenor!"
"Shua"
Grom Hellscream stood up, leaning on his battle ax, and said loudly:
"Now we all know the truth, and everyone knows how difficult everything we face is, but no one will back down! Just tell me, Chief, what should we do to save our children and our relatives?
?”
"Very well, then listen to me! Chiefs."
Ner'zhul moved his fingers and held a white skull in his hand. The dark green evil floating in the skull made all the chiefs frown:
"This is Gul'dan's head. All the evil deeds that traitor has done cannot be washed away even if he is cut into pieces, but the remains he left behind can help us reopen the Door of Darkness... I have determined that we
There are three things we must get. With them, we can easily find a world suitable for us to live among the stars."
"But reopening the Dark Portal this time is risky. The alliance in another world has defeated our combined army, so we cannot go to full-scale war with them! This will be a raid. We will divide our troops into three groups to find
After three things, we will all withdraw to Draenor. At that time, I will immediately close the Dark Portal to prevent their pursuit."
"Huh, after all, are you going to let us die?"
The chief of the Bonechewer clan snorted disdainfully, looked at Ner'zhul and Grom fiercely, and shouted loudly:
"Even the 150,000-strong army has failed. It's impossible for us people to snatch the treasures back from those alliances. I'm going to die and I won't do it!"
"waste!"
"Chop suey!"
Two roars rang out in the crowd. The blood roar in Grom's hand slashed at the chief of the Bonechewer clan. The orc hurriedly avoided, but the one-handed ax that came from behind cut off his neck easily.
An orc who was taller than the other orcs held up the head of the chief of the Bonechewer clan and shouted loudly:
"This is the common fate of all orcs. No one can escape this disaster! I will obey the orders of the warchief!"
Grom, the war-song chief standing next to the tall and unusual orc, was brandishing his battle ax and looking at the chief in front of him with red eyes, questioning him as if he wanted to choose someone to devour.
"Who else wants to quit!"
This bloody scene shocked the remaining orc chiefs, and some of them turned around timidly and were about to run away, but Kargas from the Shattered Hand clan and Fenris from the Thunder King clan blocked the exit, one on the left and the other on the right.
All the chieftains knew of Ner'zhul's plans.
"As our warrior Rexxar said...all orcs must work together to survive this disaster!"
Ner'zhul waved the staff in his hand, the viciousness of the orc warchief shining in his narrowed eyes, and he shouted loudly:
"We still have an advantage, idiots! The three big clans of Blackstone, Blood Circle and Dragonmaw are still holding on in Azeroth, and tens of thousands of prisoners of war remain in the hands of the Alliance. As long as we unite and snatch our
The treasures we need are not a problem at all!”
"And I'm not discussing this with you! Let me ask again! Who else wants to quit!"
Other chiefs who were tricked by the chiefs of several major clans, look at me and I look at you. Everyone understands that Ner'zhul has really made up his mind this time. At this juncture, as long as you dare to say
If you don't say a word, you will be killed in an instant.
Under the double threat of death and disaster, all the chiefs soon patted their chests and promised to join in this adventure together.
This made Ner'zhul sigh in relief, and he flicked his fingers:
"Very good! If everyone works together, there is no disaster that cannot be overcome. This time, let the Bone-Eating Clan be the vanguard!"
On the other side, in a hall of the Dark Temple, Tyrion, who was meditating, was awakened by the beating of shadows. He raised his head, and a sharp blade was pressed against his neck, as if it would cut off his throat in the next moment.
.
"Is this game interesting? Nasa?"
The wonderful figure of the Blood Watcher emerged from the darkness behind Tyrion. When she heard the death knight's unwavering voice, Nasa snorted disdainfully, withdrew the dagger in her hand, and gritted her teeth and said:
"Sooner or later, I will..."
"You will cut my neck. You have said this 73 times... Because of your disrespect, I think it is necessary to give you a small "punishment"!"
The Death Knight interrupted the Blood Watcher's threat. He stood up and looked back at Nasa in the shadow. His fingers moved, and the Watcher's body immediately froze in the darkness.
"Tear it apart"
The bright red dress was torn open, and her beautiful body was exposed to the cold air. The coldness gave Nasa goosebumps all over her body.
"what are you up to!"
Nasa screamed, but soon her voice became playful. She even threw a provocative look at Tyrion, and then said maliciously:
"What do you want to do, little Tyrion? Do you still have that function? Do you want to threaten me? Make me behave like your little pet Yrel? Stop wishing!"
This kind of ridicule made the death knight frown. In the darkness, his ice blue eyes turned into blood red, which made Nasa feel a hint of threat, especially when Tyrion approached her with an ambiguous expression.
When Zhizhi held her in his arms, Nasa's scream sounded again:
"I'm here to report the news! The orcs have gathered, and they are heading towards the Dark Portal! They are going to invade Azeroth again! Your plot succeeded, no! Let me go!"
"Why be afraid?"
Tyrion's cold lips kissed Nasa's neck, and he whispered: "Didn't you say I can't hurt you? Thank you for your message... But now, it's time to teach the misbehaving pet a lesson
Already."
"hiss"
The sharpened teeth pierced the skin on Nasa's neck, and Tyrion's voice sounded in her heart:
"I remember that you used to enjoy this feeling... Look, Nasa, you are very naughty. You have to understand that death is not an evil! It is not a punishment either... I have never tasted this sweetness.
Kissing is the deepest regret in the world!."
"No! I know I was wrong! No!!"
Nasa's screams suddenly became weird. The strange pleasure brought by the interaction of blood from both sides was interactive. However, compared to Nasa's instant sinking, Tyrion's emotions remained unmoved.
It's like nothing happened at all.
Her consciousness seemed to be sinking into the weird pleasure brought by the flow of blood. In her increasingly charming voice, her slender arms wrapped around Tyrion's neck like a lover, getting tighter and tighter.
Like a couple who never leave each other.
Finally, amidst Nasa's high-pitched screams, her body collapsed in Tyrion's arms. Looking at her blurred eyes, Tyrion's eyes became colder and colder.
"Very comfortable, right? But did I allow you to fall down? You naughty subordinate!"
