The continent of Draenor is turbulent, and hundreds of thousands of undead have begun to gather. All it takes is the right moment, and this wave of darkness will sweep across the unsuspecting world of Azeroth. But on the other side of the Dark Portal, the Eastern Continent
The rhythm of life has not changed much, and the residents of the human kingdom are still living their lives day after day.
There have been two major events in the human world recently that have attracted almost everyone's attention.
The first is that the Holy Arathor Empire is about to hold a founding ceremony in the Arathi Highlands. All the nobles of the entire alliance have been invited. It is said that at this ceremony, the last bloodline of Emperor Thoradin, Anduin Lothar, will become the empire.
The first emperor, this decision had been approved by all the kings.
However, there are rumors that Lothar became the emperor only as a result of the game between various forces, and that the first emperor was only symbolic. Lothar made a promise in front of the most prestigious nobles in the entire alliance.
, he will only stay on the throne of the emperor for a maximum of ten years to ensure the smooth completion of the system between the empire and the kingdom.
After he abdicates, the entire human civilization will truly enter the era of equal and sacred king selection. By that time, every king of kings may become the co-owner of mankind, symbolizing the only emperor who honors imperial power.
Of course, what interests the people even more is the sexy news about Sir Lothar. Sir Lothar’s life is a legendary one. How he led the alliance sergeants to defeat the invading orcs in the name of marshal. This story has already spread throughout mankind.
Word spread in society, and no one knew about his achievements, but Sir Lothar was still unmarried until he disappeared.
He has no heirs, which means that the bloodline of the Holy Emperor Thoradin will be completely cut off. Before, this was just a dispensable thing. Some kings even wanted to see Emperor Thoradin extinct, but in the Holy Arathor Empire
After the reconstruction, the inheritance of Emperor Thoradin's bloodline became a truly important matter.
Although Sir himself does not pay much attention to this issue, as the sword holder of the Emperor's Sword Stromkar, it is also the only link between the high elves and humans. Even if Lothar himself is not willing, other kings will find ways to bring the domestic alliance to the throne.
Excellent women were sent to his bed, and for the great nobles, being able to marry into the bloodline of Emperor Thoradin was also a coveted honor.
Therefore, for a time, Sir Lothar, who was living in Stromgarde, received many invitations to balls almost every day. The affair between Sir Lothar and a certain female noble was spread throughout the alliance. Of course, among these romantic affairs,
In the story, the frequency of heroine changes is even more frightening.
Compared with this story that people love to hear, another major event does not seem so "joyful".
In Nanhai Town, after long and difficult negotiations, the orcs finally got the fleet and supplies they needed. At this time, on the pier that had been subjected to the war brought by the orcs, the orcs from various clans were lining up.
The team stepped onto the conscripted merchant ship in front of them.
This is a huge fleet that brings together almost all the civilian merchant ships of the kingdom, and there are even some pirates who want to whitewash themselves. The entire sea surface of Nanhai Town is filled with an endless stream of ships, and the orcs use themselves to plunder
They had to use their wealth to pay the bills, and money has no motherland, so even though the captains were unhappy on their faces, in their hearts, they were still eager for such a good thing to happen again.
"Bang"
The orc warlord Old Nazgrin threw his battle ax on the pile of weapons in front of him with a look of displeasure. Next to him was an indifferent Alliance sergeant. After checking that there was no weapon on the old orc, he put a weapon on his back.
The bag was thrown to old Nazgrin. The warlord looked at the vast team in front of him. He sighed, put the backpack behind him, and walked towards the ship.
The backpack contains food needed for cross-sea travel. It is officially provided by the alliance. Naturally, it does not consider taste and can only satisfy hunger. But since the chiefs have made a decision, the soldiers naturally have no complaints. Orgrim has a saying
What he said is very true. Not only were the Alliance soldiers tired, but the Horde soldiers were also full of disgust towards war when they were suffering from demonic blood.
Soldiers on both sides are longing for peace, which is also an important basis for the Alliance and the Horde, who regard both sides as enemies, to reach an agreement this time.
"Father, where are we going?"
Behind old Nazgrin stood his son, a very young orc, but as tall and brave as his father. Hearing his son's question, the old warlord turned around and smiled at him:
"Let's go to Kalimdor. That will be our new home. There is no need to fight to capture everything. We will start a new life there."
"But these Confederate dogs confiscated our weapons."
Little Nazgrin gritted his teeth and whispered:
"If they go back on their word, we won't even have the ability to resist, and they will have no choice but to be sent into the cold sea. I don't think we should trust these alliance dogs."
This question silenced old Nazgorin. He shook his head and patted his son on the shoulder:
"Don't think about it, kid. The chiefs made difficult sacrifices to buy a future for us... We can't let them down."
While the old warlord was talking to his son, behind them, some orc veterans had friction with the Alliance sergeants. The veterans were unwilling to give up their weapons, while the Alliance sergeants scolded them:
"You butchers! The kings have graciously given you the opportunity to go to the New World. If you don't lay down your weapons, don't even think about leaving! Stay here and wait to die!"
"Who cares about your charity?"
The orcs were not to be outdone, and some veterans who knew human language retorted:
"You want us to die? Just because of you scum?"
Both sides were very emotional. The hatred accumulated during the ten years of war could not be easily eliminated. As the roars became more and more intense, the orcs and humans began to move in that direction.
Old Nazgrin frowned, feeling that something was wrong.
"Stay here, son, I'll go take a look."
The old warlord handed the package in his hand to his son, quickly separated the crowd, and walked in front of the quarreling humans and orcs. He glared at the angry veterans and shouted:
"Shut up! Which clan are you from?"
The Overseer's Bone Medal worn on old Nazgorin's chest made the angry veterans sober up, and they replied:
"We are from the Thunder King Clan."
"Then you should know that Dranosh Saurfang, the son of your hero Varok Saurfang, is staying in Lordaeron as a hostage at the moment, and Garrosh, the son of the Chief of the Warsong Clan, is also staying in Lordaeron.
There! They exchanged their own safety for peace!"
The old warlord shouted:
"Even the young cubs have made noble sacrifices for the future of the orcs. Are you veterans confused? Fight a war? Continue the war? Throw away everything we have sacrificed in exchange for? Stupid! In your hearts
Is there any glory left?"
These words were shouted with anger, forcing the excited orcs to calm down. Silence and a depressing atmosphere enveloped the orcs. The veteran who took the lead gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and put the battle ax in his hand.
Throwing it on the pile of weapons, the other orcs also threw away the weapons in their hands.
Old Nazgrin turned his head again, looked at the alert Alliance sergeant, and said in a deep voice:
"No one wants to destroy the hard-won peace, humans, let your soldiers retreat. The orcs of the new tribe have regained their glory."
The human sergeant who had already drawn his sword looked at old Nazgrin. After a moment, he waved his hand. The equally excited human soldiers around him retreated, and the order in the port once again returned to the vague tension.
"Take care of your subordinates, orc."
The human sergeant whispered to old Nazgrin:
"Your chiefs are under pressure. Kings will not be under less pressure than your chiefs. Not everyone desires peace... And I also know that one day, you and I will step onto the battlefield again.
...At that time, I will chop off your head without mercy, but now...not now."
"Are you sure you can beat me?"
The old warlord glanced at the human sergeant. The human sergeant was also waiting for him. This guy also exuded the aura of a veteran. Facing Nazgrin's question, the human sergeant smiled disdainfully and patted his waist.
long sword and said in a deep voice:
"In the battle on the Burning Plains, I chopped off the heads of 14 orcs, and one of them was a warlord like you."
"What a shame!"
Old Nazgorin shrugged:
"I was still in Draenor at that time, and I had never competed with you on the battlefield. You seemed like a very capable guy."
The human sergeant snorted and stopped answering. There was a touch of relief in his eyes. This was the last batch of orcs to be sent to Kalimdor. In the past half month, all the orcs in the entire eastern continent had been sent to Kalimdor.
Under the orders of the chiefs, we headed towards Booty Bay and Southsea Town in Stranglethorn Valley. According to the agreement between the orcs and humans, there will be no orcs in the eastern continent in the future.
In addition to the sons of the chiefs who remained as hostages in the Arathor Empire, this was the last requirement added by the human kings to prevent the orcs from harboring evil intentions. This requirement is undoubtedly a shame for the orc chiefs.
, an orc who cannot even protect his own children would be looked down upon in traditional society.
Orgrim and Drek'Thar spent a lot of energy to persuade the chiefs. The great shaman even decided to stay in the human empire to ensure the safety of the protons. The sons of the chiefs also showed great fearlessness.
Finally, at the Royal Court of Lordaeron, the chiefs of the four clans and the kings signed an agreement, and peace truly came.
But both sides know very well that peace does not mean the elimination of hatred. Maybe the endless sea is wide enough to accommodate the hatred, but maybe it only takes a small spark to completely destroy the fragile agreement that both sides have been trying to maintain.
Burn.
"Hey!"
After the last orc entered the cabin, old Nazgrin took his son towards the dock. Behind him, the human sergeant suddenly called him.
The old warlord turned around and saw the human sergeant picking up a battle ax from the pile of weapons beside him and throwing it to him. Old Nazgorin took it in his hand. He looked at the human in confusion. The latter was so comfortable.
He took a breath and said to him:
"I can actually understand the thoughts of those veterans. For soldiers, letting go of their weapons means death. We have made sacrifices, and so have you. Although we still hate each other, maybe this is a good start. I hope
Have a safe journey with you, and I hope we never see each other on the battlefield."
A smile appeared on the corner of old Nazgrin's mouth. He nodded, put the battle ax behind his back, then stretched out his fist and beat it on his chest:
"If one day comes, I will spare your life, human. My name is Nazgrin! Remember my name. If you are besieged by orcs, maybe this name can save your life."
The human sergeant sneered:
"It's still unclear who will be let go by then."
He pursed his lips and waved to Nazgorin and his son:
"Colonel of the Fourth Legion of Lordaeron, Vemuel Pastin, it's time for you to go! Goodbye...no, goodbye forever."
In the dusk in the Hillsbrad Hills, huge merchant ships set sail amidst the clanging navigation bells. The sun shines on those white sails, reflecting a bright halo, and under the sunlight of the blue sea
Next, the orcs will go to the wild land to start a new life, and their grudges with the eastern continent will be forcibly severed at this moment.
Those memories of hatred, killing, and blood will become a common nightmare in the hearts of humans and orcs. No one who loves peace is willing to open it again.
The drunken human sailors threw the rum in their hands to the orcs on the deck, while the orcs gathered together looked at the vast waves in front of them, and some sensitive guys sang songs from the clan era,
At first, a ship was singing, and finally the entire fleet was enveloped in that desolate song.
The shamans summoned the wind to make the ship sail faster, while the human soldiers stood on the empty pier, watching the biggest enemies of the past ten years leave this continent, and in the fishy smell
In the sea breeze, they watched the fleet disappear under the horizon. Some soldiers began to call. Soon, more cheers rang out at the port of Nanhai Town, and some people burst into tears.
The war is over...peace, peace has finally arrived.
