If there is such a thing as fate, then it must be quietly observing the world, and not everyone in this world can be favored by it. There are always some people who will be looked at differently by fate.
Survival from desperate situations, rising against the current, unexpected rescues, etc. These things that are unlikely to happen to ordinary people are just the most normal life for those who are favored by fate. On the other hand, this
There are too many opportunities in the world waiting to be seized every day, and those who can really seize the opportunities are often those who are favored by fate.
It is not without reason that fate favors them.
After experiencing a sea disaster, anyone will have a new understanding of life and living. The seven days of drifting in the sea taught Thrall and Garrosh so much that even if they landed on a huge island, they would still have a new understanding of life.
He didn't act rashly.
After collecting some non-toxic fruits, drinking fresh water, and catching several fish, the two young orcs hid on the beach and had a feast near the wooden boat. They were very vigilant. This island was
An unexpected foothold that has never appeared on the charts means that no one has ever discovered him, at least there has been no large-scale discovery or landing. Therefore, no one knows what is on this island.
Maybe the next moment, an angry fire-breathing dragon will fly from the center of the island. Thrall and Garrosh's power is obviously not able to cope with that kind of crisis, but they have to look inside the island. They don't plan to live for several years.
Savage days.
Therefore, after resting and eating to keep themselves energetic, a young shaman and a young warrior stepped into this lush forest carrying some supplies on their backs.
"We shouldn't be far from Kalimdor."
Garrosh wore a simple helmet made of wood, held a wooden shield in his hand, a sailor knife in his waist, and a battle ax on his back. He looked at the forest at dusk warily, and his eyes were occasionally caught by the shadows in the forest.
Attracted by the running little beast, he whispered:
"Waycrest said that we have been drifting westward. Seven days is enough for us to get close to Kalimdor. We just don't know if we will have the opportunity to set foot in the homes of our compatriots."
"The elemental power of this island is very active and friendly."
Sal answered the question and said:
"They are responding to me actively. Maybe I can summon a wind element to help us explore the entire island. If this place is not far from Kalimdor, maybe I can use the element to call our compatriots, provided that
Words that shamans can hear."
"Then call quickly!"
Garrosh waved the sailor's knife in his hand and cut off the vines blocking the road in front of him. He turned back to Thrall and said:
"Call now and I will protect you."
"Go to the top of the mountain! Genius...the elements there are most active and will not be weakened by the entanglement of the dense forest."
Sal rolled his eyes and pointed to the highest mountain peak on the island:
"We have to go there. Even if we can't summon our compatriots, we can easily see what this island looks like there... Wait! Get hidden! Hurry!"
Thrall shouted in a low voice and rushed into the nearby trees. Garrosh jumped up, quickly grabbed the vines, jumped to the branches, and used the leaves to hide himself. The two people looked at each other.
Staring straight ahead, between the trees, there was a small stream flowing through the forest, and with a rustling sound, like a snake running, several Nagas appeared in front of the two orcs.
They immediately became nervous.
After Dailin's fleet was attacked by Naga, Thrall and Garrosh no longer had a good impression of these soft-bodied creatures of the deep sea. Garrosh tightened his grip on the weapon in his hand, and Thrall began to call quietly.
The elements concealed the place where the two people were hiding, but at this moment, Garrosh, who was standing high up, suddenly called out to his companions:
"Thall, look there! Naga, those Nagas have captured some trolls!"
"Um?"
After hearing this, Thrall took a cautious step forward and looked at the Nagas walking towards the seaside in the distance. Sure enough, as Garrosh said, those Nagas were driving some disgusting and noisy murlocs, several wearing wooden
The armored trolls were guarded by them in the team with their heads downcast. Those cunning and vicious murlocs would also use their weapons to hit the troll captives for fun from time to time.
After seeing the decorations on the trolls and the paint on their faces, Thrall's blue eyes flashed with thought. After a moment, he said to the eager Garrosh:
"Let's go rescue them! Those trolls don't look like cannibals. They have their own civilization. Maybe they are the indigenous people of this island. They can help us..."
"Very good, I have long wanted to kill a few Nagas to vent my anger."
Garrosh quietly climbed down the tree, handed Thrall the sailor's knife and wooden shield in his hand, and drew out the battle ax from his back. He whispered:
"Naga may have others nearby. Don't use magic. Let's kill those soft-skinned snakes in a sneak attack! Can you use a knife? Don't hurt yourself."
Facing Garrosh's doubts, Thrall held a sword in one hand and a shield in the other. He skillfully performed a trick, rolled his eyes and said:
"Don't be stupid, Garrosh, I am a gladiator. If you really want to fight, you may not be able to beat me."
"good!"
The young orc warrior bared his teeth, and a trace of ferocious bloodthirsty flashed in his eyes. A moment later, just as the Nagas dispersed, two orcs roared and rushed out of the forest. These few
The low-level Nagas were caught off guard and were chopped down by Garrosh. Thrall swung his wooden shield and hit a Naga witch in the face. He threw the sharp sailor knife accurately, killing the last one.
Impaled by a naga trying to escape.
Seeing help coming, the trapped trolls also began to fight back. Their hands were entangled in vines, but the troll's flexible legs were like whips at this moment, lashing out at those
Above the heads of the murlocs who could only fight with the wind, after all five Nagas were hacked to death, the murlocs who still had the numerical advantage immediately dispersed and ran towards the sea screaming.
They ran so fast that even Garrosh couldn't stop a few of them.
However, the result of the battle was not bad. Thrall picked up the sailor knife and walked to the vigilant trolls. He first showed a "gentle" smile to the trolls, then raised the knife and cut off the vines on the hands of the trolls.
Cut open.
But a new problem has arisen. Thrall and Garrosh have lived in the Human Empire for several years. They can both speak fluent human language and can also stutter some elven language, but troll language...
But they knew nothing about it, and the two sides could only communicate by gestures. This task, which the grumpy Garrosh was unable to handle, could only be left to Thrall.
After a while, Thrall said to his companions who were holding an ax and looking around vigilantly:
"Well, if I guess correctly, these trolls are inviting us to their village... According to their pronunciation, these trolls should be a tribe called "Dark Spear", and we are very lucky,
The tallest young troll is a big shot in the Darkspear tribe. His name is... Vol'jin, that's how it should be pronounced. In short, he was poisoned, so he was captured by Naga, and they were at war with Naga, so
, do you think we are going to their village?”
"Fighting Naga? Very good."
Garrosh unluckily kicked the head of Naga at his feet. He turned back to Thrall and said:
"You take charge of all this. Now I just want to fight to vent my anger. Naga killed Waycrest. We have to kill at least 100 Nagas to avenge him! We still have 95 heads left!
"
"Okay, let's go and follow them. The luckiest thing is that their village is on the ridge. I can try to contact our compatriots there. If I'm lucky, I'll see you soon.
's father."
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While Thrall and Garrosh were familiar with the island with their new friends, in the eastern continent, the news of Dailin's death in battle was like a bone-chilling wind, blowing through the entire upper echelons of the human empire. This made Ala
The fighting in the Hidden Highlands had slowed down a bit and the nobles who had relaxed once again felt a wave of malice coming from the world.
No one knows the specific circumstances of that naval battle yet. The first fleet of Kul Tiras has already set off for the sea area where the accident occurred. But what is ironic is that all this was heard from mankind's greatest opponent, the undead.
, so the credibility is very much criticized.
But in any case, the disaster has happened, and now humans can only accept it. For Emperor Lothar, the troubles involved in Dai Lin's death have just begun, because he knows very well that the people in that fleet have
It wasn't just Daelin... once Thrall and Garrosh died in that naval battle, everything would be lost.
"If the undead killed Dai Lin, there is still room for change."
Emperor Lothar looked at the front with difficulty, the message sent back by the Archmage Modera who was following the first fleet of Kul Tiras. It was inconclusive, but it gave a very bad prophecy.
"However, according to the survey by the archmages of Dalaran, there are no traces of undead activities there, but there are many corpses of Nagas. They probably died in the hands of Nagas. This only shows that we protect
Ineffective... From the most pessimistic point of view, the relationship between humans and orcs will become worse again."
"Maybe we can compile one..."
The secretary carefully put forward his suggestion, but the emperor rejected it.
"No, there can be no concealment in this kind of thing. We can't cover it up perfectly. Once the truth is discovered by the orcs, things will only get worse."
"Your Majesty the Emperor, the great prophet of the orcs is here."
A guard walked into the room and reported the news to Lothar. Lothar was stunned for a moment, stood up, straightened his clothes, and said to the guard:
"Mr. Drektal, please wait in the reception room. I will be there immediately."
The emperor's expression was regretful. Apparently, he thought that Drek'Thar's arrival was to question the disaster, but in fact, when he appeared in the reception room, he saw the man with black cloth covering his eyes.
The old orc's expression was very peaceful, and there was even a hint of joy, which made Lothar feel that things were turning around.
"Emperor of mankind, I just received news from the shaman of Kalimdor through the elements. The two children Thrall and Garrosh escaped this disaster. They are now close to Kalimdor.
On an archipelago, the specific situation is still unclear, but according to them, it was a noble human knight who saved the children of the tribe, and Thrall and Garrosh are the only two people who survived the disaster.
A survivor."
The great prophet took a sip of tea and said slowly:
"I have informed my compatriots that they will report the details of the shipwreck back to the Eastern Kingdom as soon as possible... In addition, for the death of King Dailin, on behalf of the orcs, I also express my regret on behalf of the orcs. He was a truly admirable person.
warrior."
"Thank you Holy Light."
The human emperor, who had been worried about this, prayed sincerely at this moment. After a moment, Lothar looked at the orc great prophet. He thought for a moment and asked:
"So, Mr. Drektal, from your perspective, the matter I discussed with you last time..."
"It's hard to say now, Emperor of Humanity."
The great prophet replied with some worry:
"I can't guess what the chiefs are thinking, but the survival of Thrall and Garrosh will at least allow the Frostwolf and Warsong clans to continue to maintain necessary goodwill towards humans, but you have to understand that the orcs who migrated to Kalimdor
It’s not just these two clans. Orgrim is aging day by day, and his control over the tribe is weakening day by day. Although he himself is very willing to help humans in the war against the undead, other chiefs may not necessarily think so."
"and..."
The Great Prophet hesitated for a moment, and finally told the truth:
"Furthermore, the tribe's expansion in Kalimdor has not always been smooth. Although my compatriots have built several cities and sufficient settlements, they need a lot of supplies in the most barren land on the continent. The goblins'
It's an unexpected surprise that the business group is willing to help us, but as far as I know, my compatriots have always had some friction with the indigenous people of Kalimdor and the mysterious night elves because of the timber resources."
"you mean?"
When the emperor asked, the great prophet sighed and put down his teacup:
"What I mean is that even if my people are willing to help humans, I'm afraid they are unwilling to help humans at this time. According to the news they sent back, the power of the night elves in Kalimdor is huge, and they are still there.
Under the pressure, the orcs' new life did not go smoothly."
"Yeah, I understand."
Lothar sat on the chair, thinking about something. Finally, his eyes blinked, as if he had made up his mind.
"So, Mr. Drektal, would you like to go on a trip with me in the near future?"
"Um?"
The prophet looked at the human emperor in confusion. The latter waved his hand and asked the attendants to leave. After he and Drek'Thar were the only ones left in the house, the human emperor revealed his plan.
"There is a lack of a mediator with sufficient status between the orcs and the night elves. I have seen the future in Karazhan. Believe me, we should actively promote peace between the two races, no, peace among the three races. The undead are very dangerous."
, but they are not the most dangerous, the most dangerous ones have already set their sights on the world."
"Under the current circumstances, the human empire needs a proper rear area. I don't know if we can survive these disasters, but for now, there is not much time left for us to hesitate. I plan to keep it secret
Go to Kalimdor, meet the rulers of the elves, and ask for their help. Do you want to go with me?"
