The "Jackdaw" battleship, guarded by four frigates, slowly docked at the dock of Durotar's Bladefist Bay.
This main battleship of Kul Tiras did not come as a war carrier this time. Although General Tanred Proudmoore, who led the escort, retained great hostility towards the equally vigilant orcs on the dock, as a
As a member of the royal family, he still retains a trace of reason.
On the deck, the Patriarch of the Blighters and the Archbishop of the Empire were already preparing to disembark. General Tanred also changed into a set of uniforms to follow. Before walking down the ladder, Tanred said to the fully armed first mate behind him.
:
"Colonel Taylor, now it's up to you to take over the fleet and be wary of those green-skinned scum...don't let them get close to our ship!"
"As you command, General."
Naval Captain Taylor from Stormwind City gave a solemn military salute and said in a deep voice:
"Don't worry, General, I will protect your evacuation path!"
"Um"
After receiving a positive answer, Tanred held the sword at his waist, led a landing team, and escorted several envoys to the orc pier. He saw that the orc army on the opposite side also walked out.
As the envoys formed a team, the young general couldn't help but put his hand on the musket on his waist.
This action was noticed by the Chaldean Archbishop standing at the front, who whispered to Tanred:
"Relax, Lord Tanred, we are messengers, no one will attack us here."
"Those are orcs, crazy greenskins, Archbishop."
Tanred snorted, staring at the orcs slowly walking in front of him with his sharp eyes, and said softly:
"Who knows what these war madmen will do...I have not forgotten how they massacred our compatriots."
However, as the orc envoys approached, Tanred's hostile mood suddenly eased, because he saw an "acquaintance" in the orc team opposite, the young orc warlord Thrall, who had met him in Northrend.
Together they fought against Tyrion and the Blade of Dawn, and together they rescued Alsace's comrades.
People who have been on the battlefield together naturally have very different relationships with each other, and Thrall also saw Tanred in the human team. The young warlord quietly winked at Tanred and asked the latter to point his finger.
Remove from the musket handle.
This scene was also seen by the Archbishop of Chaldea, and looking at the Archbishop's strange eyes, Tanred hurriedly explained:
"Thall is different from other orcs, Archbishop. He grew up learning human culture. Compared with the appearance of an orc, he has a human soul... We can trust him."
Chaldea ignored the young general's explanation. He had more important tasks during his trip.
The Archbishop took a step forward and stood with Moana, the Patriarch of the Blighters. Opposite them were the high-ranking warlord Treyig, who directly obeyed the orders of the orc warchief Orgrim, and the great prophet De of the Frostwolf clan.
Rektar, as well as the young orc warlord Thrall, the two leading figures of the big clans came to the dock to greet them in person. The level of the reception arranged by the orc tribe was indeed not low.
This probably also means that the orc chiefs attach great importance to this meeting, which is a good start.
"Thank you for the information about the "Qiraji" sent by your subordinates, Your Excellency the Patriarch."
The aging orc prophet Drek'Thar, leaning on an animal bone staff, walked up to Moana and said to the leader of the withered ones:
"Relying on that information, we discovered several brewing insect nests on the edge of the Barrens, and eradicated these evil beings in advance. The Warchief has already prepared a banquet for you in Orgrimmar City. He
I will personally thank the Blightcaller Druid for his help to the tribe, please come with me."
After speaking, Elder Drektal "looked" at the Archbishop of Chaldea with his eyes covered with black cloth, and a smile appeared on his old face:
"And of course you, Chaldean Archbishop, the children of the tribe and I received help from the Holy Light Church during the empire period. This time the chiefs and I can express our gratitude to you in person."
"It's nothing, this is what we should do."
Chaldea waved her hands and said to the prophet:
"This time I followed Ms. Moyana because I have more important things to discuss with the chiefs. This has nothing to do with the past affairs of the two races. Believe me, old friend Drek'Thar, this is about the two of us.
The future of this race, and even all life on the entire continent of Kalimdor..."
Patriarch Moyana also nodded with a reserved attitude unique to the night elves:
"The Archbishop is right, that is why we are here."
Drek'Thar's expression became more serious. He turned his body sideways and made a "please" gesture:
"Then, it seems we can head to Orgrimmar as quickly as possible... Please follow me, guests."
Under the indifferent escort of the tall and powerful orc soldiers, the group boarded the "carriage" prepared for them and pulled by the oversized kodo beast, and followed the road paved by the orcs with bricks and dried earth.
, heading all the way from Fist Blade Bay to Orgrimmar City, this rare red land in Azeroth is filled with desolate and uniquely beautiful scenery.
The Archbishop of Chaldea, dressed in black, leaned on the bumpy carriage. He held the Holy Light emblem on his chest with one hand and the handle of the purple ceremonial knife at his waist with one hand. He closed his eyes and muttered something.
It looked like he was praying.
And in his soul, Chaldea was saying to Xalatath:
"Madam, can you guarantee that the breath you release will not be detected by the orc shamans and troll priests? I don't know much about the mysterious power they use, but once it is sensed...
"
"Don't worry, Chaldea."
The fifth ancient god replied in a lazy voice:
"The loa of the trolls were born and developed under my eyes. The shamanism of the orcs is no different from the elemental users born and raised in Azeroth. I understand them more deeply than they themselves...
.The weak aura I release is enough for C'Thun to detect my general location. In fact, I think you should be more worried about yourself at this time."
"What's the meaning?"
Chaldea asked, and Xalatas let out a low laugh:
"The last time in the Shining Plains, C'Thun used the winged insects as its eyes to confirm my existence at close range. This time, after it captured my position again, it was not just the winged insects that appeared here.
It's simple...don't underestimate the Qiraji, my Chaldea, they have been immersed in the power of C'Thun for tens of millions of years, and they have already evolved a brand new power."
"C'Thun may be trapped in the Titan's seal and unable to move, but its minions will carry out the massacre on behalf of the master... Believe me, what comes this time will definitely be the most ferocious and brutal war elite among the Qiraji.
The orcs will see the threat of the bugs as you wish, but only if you can survive the massacre that is bound to come...and I can't help you too much, Chaldea."
"Why?"
The archbishop asked in a playful tone:
"Are you afraid of C'Thun?"
"No...it's not just C'Thun, it's far more than just C'Thun who's staring at me."
The voice of the fifth ancient god slowly dissipated in the carriage, and Chaldea shook his head. He opened his eyes, and in the constantly shaking windows of the carriage, at the end of the desolate dark red land, the orcs used bricks and stones to
Orgrimmar, a city built of wood, has been vividly seen before.
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Orgrimmar, the name of this city is obviously used to recognize the achievements made by the current warchief Orgrimmar Doomhammer for the new tribe.
This huge city stands like a war fortress in the northernmost red land of Durotar. The entire Barrens and the largest freshwater river in Durotar flow from the west of this fortress. To the west of the city is a cliff.
The orcs built a bridge across the Chishui River, one of the three exits from the city.
Further north in the Azshara Wilds, there is also the gate of Orgrimmar. Of course, due to the recent rampant demons in the Azshara Wilds, that gate is currently closed.
The human and Blightcaller druid envoys entered the city from the main entrance of Orgrimmar. Under the gaze of the orc civilians, it passed through the streets of the city and finally stopped at the gate of Grommash Fortress.
Orcs like to name special buildings after heroes. This large fortress used for chiefs to hold meetings and formulate policies is named after Grommash Hellscream. Even Hellscream himself will
This is regarded as an honor and represents the recognition of the tribesmen.
The envoys stepped out of the carriage and saw the gate of the fortress with pure orc style in front of them. Outside the door were fully armed orc guards holding battle axes, standing on both sides of the road like sculptures, adding a touch of battlefield to the welcome ceremony.
of murderous intent.
Seeing this arrangement, young Tanred couldn't help snorting coldly. He thought it was a demonstration by the orcs, but soon, the young warlord Thrall explained to him that this was actually a demonstration by the orcs.
It is an etiquette for welcoming important guests. The orcs who advocate bravery believe that brave soldiers represent glory, and they hope to share this glory with their guests.
"The last time we met was on the battlefield."
Right in front of the Grommash Fortress hall, Orgrim Doomhammer, wearing simple black armor, stood on the steps. He looked at the Chaldean Archbishop in black robes, who became gray with the passage of time.
With his hair hanging loosely on his shoulders, the still tall orc chief said in a deep voice:
"It's a pity that I didn't see you on the battlefield of the Burning Plains, Chaldea Morgan..."
"This is a good thing, Warchief."
Facing the unclear meaning of the orc chief's words, Archbishop Chaldea still had a peaceful smile on his face. He fiddled with the rosary in his hand and answered:
"This makes our current meeting less awkward. After all, in the Burning Plains... you exited as a loser."
The archbishop's tough answer caused Tanred behind him to put on a provocative smile. Because of these words, the young and passionate general immediately changed his image of the Chaldean archbishop, who had always been gentle and even somewhat compromising, but
The chief was not angry because of Chaldea's answer. On the contrary, he took a few steps down and looked at the archbishop who came on behalf of the human church. He asked softly:
"So, do you still have courage flowing in your veins in the human empire that came to Kalimdor just like us?"
"certainly!"
Chaldea raised his head, met the chief's eyes, and said:
"It's courage that drives me here."
Orgrim glanced at Chaldea. He stopped talking, but turned his gaze to Moana Staghelm who was standing on the other side, and then stretched out his hand to the tall lady:
"Thank you for your help, leader of the Blighters. Your selfless assistance has allowed us to avoid the threat of insects hidden underground..."
Moana reached out her hand without hesitation and shook the warchief's hand. She looked at Orgrim, the legendary orc chief, and said softly:
"But the dangerous moment has not passed yet, Warchief, the insect-men behind the Beetle Wall are a threat, to everyone present!"
"Hahaha"
Orgrim let out a series of deep smiles. He turned around and, as a host, invited the guests behind him to enter the fortress, where an orc-style banquet had been prepared.
"Now is the moment of welcome. We will postpone those unappetizing things until later."
Seeing Orgrim's figure disappearing into the fortress, Chaldea and Moana looked at each other, and then the two of them took steps together, leading the messengers behind them into the hall of the orcs.
And at the same moment, at the southernmost tip of the distant Silithus Desert, behind the quaint high wall that had been tempered by time for thousands of years, a dozen strange figures roared into the sky, and under the strange light
Under the dispersion of the curtain, it rushed towards the sky in the north of the mainland at a speed that exceeded the speed of sound.
Just as the fifth ancient god expected, C'Thun reacted immediately after sensing the aura of the ancient god in the direction of Durotar... But the ancient god who was sealed under the desert did not know
His actions have fallen into Xalatath's calculations. This instinctive move of his will gain some tough opponents for the insect-men under his command...
However, as far as an existence like the ancient god, the Thousand-Eyed Demon C'Thun is concerned, even if it knows, it will still do it, and it will not hesitate for even a minute.
After all, in its eyes, the world will eventually return to the void due to its infection, and all living creatures, humans and orcs, goblins and elves, savage centaurs and even those believers who worship it... there is no difference.
The civilization and existence of these creatures are meaningless. They are just some flesh and blood residues that are destined to be destroyed...
It is the ancient god, the vanguard of the void, the enemy of life... So what if the orcs don't participate in this war? Sooner or later it will target them... It's just a difference between sooner and later.
