Many people have heard of his name, but few have actually seen him. He is dressed very strangely. He has two battle axes that are said to be magic weapons, and he also wears a strange black wolfskin helmet that covers his face.
The smaller half of the face looks like a bat mask.
He is still a half-orc, yes, a half-orc like Garona. Maybe they two are the absolute representatives of all half-orcs, but the fate of the two people is actually equally bad.
Garona is a mixture of draenei and orcs, while Rexxar is a mixture of ogres and orcs. Compared to rare hybrids like Garona, Rexxar's bloodline is actually not unusual in Draenei.
In Taron Gor in the world of Norfolk, there is a small and reclusive clan called Moknasa. They are all hybrids of ogres and orcs. They refuse to join the tribe and refuse to communicate with other orcs.
But the orcs of the Mok'Nassar clan are generally tall and strong, and the blood of the ogres gives them unparalleled strength. They are good at hunting and are one of the best hunters in Draenor.
Before the first invasion of Azeroth, the savage Blackhand forced Mok'Natha to join his tribe. Mok'Natha's clan chief Leorox refused this rude request, and the two sides almost went to war.
At that time, Rexxar, the son of Chief Leolocs, took the initiative to stand up. He wanted Blackhand to show his loyalty and be willing to fight for him at the cost of sparing the Mok'Nathal clan.
Blackhand agreed to this request because of Rexxar's bravery, and Rexxar followed the arrogant chief into Azeroth.
He should have had outstanding military exploits, but unfortunately, it was the dark period when the Shadow Council was in power. These vicious warlocks forced Rexxar to join them. When the latter refused, the warlocks planned to kill him, and Rexxar managed to escape. Unfortunately,
The war wolf Halasa, who had grown up with him like a brother, was killed by a warlock.
Because of this incident, Rexxar began to hate Blackhand's tribe. He asked for orders to lead a small team away from the front battlefield, fighting guerrilla warfare with the trolls in the dangerous Stranglethorn Valley, and even captured the Warchief's Palace in Orgrim.
He sincerely invited Rexxar to return to the battlefield, but he rejected them all.
This powerful orc warrior is aloof. He stubbornly believes that the beasts accompanying him are more reliable than the so-called "civilized world".
After the defeat of Orgrim, Rexxar returned to Draenor, but was rejected by the Mok'Nathal clan for disobeying his father's orders. He could only become a wanderer, and then heard about the Draenor orcs.
With the secrets of the draenei and the rumors that the demon was bound to come, Rexxar once again joined Ner'zhul's tribe for the sake of his world and the people who had abandoned him.
"Listen to me, Rexxar, I heard about what the Shadow Council did to you, and I also know that you have resentment towards the tribe in your heart. This is normal."
Ner'zhul thrust a rolled-up animal skin scroll into Rexxar's hand, and he said to the lonely orc warrior:
"I don't ask you to forgive us, but since you are willing to fight with us, it means that you are also willing to contribute to your world. This is the map of Azeroth brought back by Saurfang.
On the other side of this continent, opposite the Endless Sea, there is a continent in the wilderness. Its area is no smaller than this continent. The most important thing is that there is no human power there!"
"With the ogres loyal to you, go find it and explore it!"
Ner'zhul straightened his body, and Rexxar bent down, and he touched the shoulder of this astonishingly tall orc. The old shaman said with a hint of exhaustion:
"If our adventure in Draenor fails, this world...the continent you found will become the last new world of the orcs..."
This request revealed Ner'zhul's lack of self-confidence. Obviously, the old shaman had no confidence in his partner at all, and he was only forced to make dangerous moves.
"How can anything be accomplished with just a few artifacts... Sigh, maybe I'm really... really old."
Ner'zhul's body seemed to be a little more stooped. He muttered a few words, then turned and left Rexxar's tent. The silent tribal warrior looked at the scroll in his hand, thinking of the world of Draenor.
His relatives inside, under his strange black wolfskin mask, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.
On the other side, Grom's carefully selected war-song warriors rode on the mighty flying dragons, led by more than 20 dark blade knights, and quickly moved towards the northern border.
Wyverns are flying beasts unique to the world of Draenor. These monster-like mounts have two slender snake-like heads and are extremely ferocious. Some talented wyverns can even breathe fire. On their heads
It has curved horns, extremely large wings, and a poisonous scorpion-like tail.
These beasts are very dangerous. They are similar to the griffons of the Alliance. They are at the top of the aerial food chain. Moreover, their short-distance flying ability is as fast as that of griffins, but when it comes to long-distance flights, the extremely endurance flying dragons can stay awake.
After flying non-stop for three days, I completely left the gryphon behind.
As for the Dark Blade Knights, they were led by Grokush. He controlled the silent Necromancer Dragon Deathstroke and carried the surrendered Death Knights, taking the shortest air flight distance and flying directly over Stormwind City, which was being rebuilt.
With sleepless and crazy progress, in just three days, they crossed more than half of the continent and came to the Hillsbrad Hills. At the remote foothills of Tarren Mill and the Alterac Mountains, this vast army
The mighty team finally landed once.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch"
The extremely tired wyverns were unwilling to move forward even after being whipped. The equally tired orcs also urgently needed a rest. Although Grom was very anxious, in the face of this situation, he could only order a day's rest.
.
Of course, the death knights did not have such troubles. After leaving a team of death knights on guard, Grokush personally led 6 death knights along the remote and difficult mountain roads and rushed into the chaotic Alterland.
Within the Keshan Mountains.
Although they sit on fertile soil like Hillsbrad Foothills, the royal family of Alterac established their capital on the cold mountains for safety reasons. This is actually a very good idea, at least in terms of safety.
In the past hundreds of years, no matter what kind of turmoil it was, it could not threaten this mountain city shrouded in cold winds and blizzards.
Of course, it is impossible for nobles to stay in this ghost place for a long time, so apart from the royal family, there are actually very few residents here. Most of the residents of Alterac are concentrated around Tarren Mill and Southsea Town.
The scattered population has also resulted in the Alterac royal family's weak control over the domestic nobles. As a result of endless internal strife, the overall national strength of the Alterac Kingdom is the weakest in the alliance.
"Alterac City..."
Grokush stood in the mountain col where the cold wind was blowing, looking at the city in the distance that was wrapped in wind and snow. The city built in this ghost place would definitely not be as huge as Lordaeron or Stormwind City. In fact, Austrian City was
The area of Trank City is very small, only one-quarter of the size of Lordaeron, but this city is a real fortress city, with tall walls tightly locking the way to the depths of the Alterac Mountains.
road.
Moreover, this city is extremely poorly built, with three sides surrounded by nearly vertical mountains, making a surprise attack almost impossible.
This situation made Grokush feel a bit tricky. Although he was only nominally assisting Grom Hellscream in obtaining the artifact, in fact, as the first old member to join the Dark Blade Knights, Tyrion did not treat him at all.
Concealing his own plan, in Tyrion's future plan, whether it is the Book of Medivh, the Eye of Dalaran, or the Scepter of Sargeras, they are all very important strategic materials.
The death knight didn't even think about helping the orcs establish the spark of civilization. Tyrion's purpose was very simple, which was to let the orcs help him retrieve these things, and then... the tribe would be worthless. When they return to the Dark Portal,
On one side, a huge undead army will be waiting for them in Draenor, and then the tribe led by Ner'zhul will become part of the undead army...
This is probably the last step between the two parties. No one knows what kind of guy Tyrion is better than Grokush. Sometimes even the orc death knights themselves will wonder whether Tyrion has completely fallen into the trap.
After death, he no longer has any feelings of his own. Under that body, is he still the soul who once told him to challenge his fate?
No one knows... After entering the world of Draenor, Tyrion's behavior became more and more weird and cruel. Grokush knew that he had already made a plan. After defeating the tribe, Tyrion had
The butcher knife will be swung at the hiding draenei. It is said that Serent has found the hiding place of those draenei...
"Hey friends, what are you looking for?"
A sudden voice interrupted Grokush's thinking. The death knight subconsciously pulled out his battle ax and turned his head to look behind him. On the snow that had been guarded by the surrendered death knights, the death knights who followed him
They had fallen to the ground in a mess. Although there were no signs of fighting on the outside, Grokush could clearly feel that the fire of their souls inside their dead bodies had been completely extinguished.
And judging from the traces around them, these six death knights were knocked down in an instant.
The culprit is the human suspended in the wind and snow! He is wearing a black hunting suit often worn by human nobles. His elegant windbreaker is flying in the wind and snow. His black hair is meticulously combed, and he looks like a handsome and handsome man.
A calm human noble, in his 30s, but those eyes... those eyes that were actually burning.
This is a ruthless character!
"Human! Who are you!"
Grokush took a step back. The sudden appearance of the human nobles in front of him brought him unimaginable pressure. Even when facing Gul'dan, the threat beating in his heart was not as fierce as it is now.
Facing Grokush's question, the black-haired nobleman in front of him raised his eyebrows. He reached out and touched his perfectly trimmed beard, and said softly:
"Human? Do you think I'm the same kind as those bug-like guys?"
"Danger!"
The early warning from the depths of his soul made Grokush quickly jump to the other side, but at the moment he jumped up, the human noble waved his hand, without any contact at all, but the unparalleled power hit Death through the air.
The knight's body, wrapped in iron armor, flew backwards like a cannonball and hit the rocks behind.
The falling snow on the entire hillside started to float chaotically at this moment, but soon fell more steadily with the blessing of another force.
The loud noise of the collision was hidden in the roaring storm here and dissipated silently.
The black-haired nobleman suspended in the air strolled forward. He stood in front of the broken rocks and looked at the orc death knight recessed into the rocks in a herringbone shape. There was a mocking smile on his face, and he stretched out his hand and shook his head gently.
With a wave, he was pulled out of the rocks and thrown to the snow at his feet.
With just one casual blow, he completely defeated the second-ranked death knight in the Dark Blade Knights.
Grokush felt that every bone in his body was about to break. The death energy in his body was rolling to repair his body. The black-haired noble squatted aside with interest, looking at the death knight.
After repairing himself, after a moment, he yawned in boredom, stood up, and threw a heavy thick book on Grokush's chest.
"I heard that the world of orcs is in trouble, so you are here to find this, right?"
"The Book of Medivh is known as a magical treasure, but it is just a wild fantasy written by a mortal, a meaningless thing...Listen, Death Knight, I have already given you the reward, and I want you and your orc accomplices to do it today.
When we sack Alterac City, it doesn’t matter how many people we kill, nor how many things we steal!”
The black-haired noble stretched out his hand to straighten his clothes. His burning eyes looked at the death knight who could not move at his feet. He snorted:
"The point is, the great King Aiden Perenold must die in the hands of the orcs! Do you understand? If you do a good job and make me feel happy, maybe I will give you some rewards... Believe me, for
To a mortal, it is a supreme treasure."
"You, who the hell are you!"
Grokush, who was lying on the ground unable to move, struggled to ask. This question made the black-haired nobleman who turned away smile. He turned his head, reached out to brush his hair, and said in a very magnetic voice:
"You can call me Count Presto...or Lord Daval Presto. You see, I have expressed my goodwill, and my temper is a bit irritable, so at midnight tonight, I don't care.
What method can you use? If I haven't seen the raging flames of Alterac City, you and your orc companions may be in trouble..."
"Presto?"
Grokush's eyes jumped when he heard this name. Before leaving, Tyrion told him this name...
