The world of Draenor has long been broken and withered. It is because the orcs can no longer survive in their own world. This world is on the verge of death and there is no hope, so they are forced to follow Gul'dan and rush into Ai.
Xerath, wants to snatch another world so that his people can survive.
These violent invaders are actually a group of refugees who were sacrificed by a darker conspiracy, but not all orcs followed Blackhand. The Blackhand Warchief rushed into another world. In the broken world of Draenor, there are still
Lots of orcs.
Either they are the old, weak, sick and disabled who are looked down upon by the war chief, or they are pure-blooded orcs who have rejected the "gift" of demon blood and chose self-exile, or some people who have long had a premonition of the endless possibilities hidden in the dying world.
Dark escaper.
In short, in this broken world, life is still tenacious and difficult to survive.
Garona sat cross-legged on a hill in Shadowmoon Valley, biting into the dried meat and water she carried with her. Her unique half-orc cheeks were covered with dust, and the leather armor on her body was in tatters. Obviously,
Her journey was not smooth.
She spent half a month crossing the eastern continent of Azeroth, and then returned to her hometown through the Dark Portal. This was a difficult and long journey, but she had to complete it because she longed for freedom!
"Well"
Garona finished eating the last piece of dried meat. She stood up, and the wound on her waist began to hurt again. The orc's big eyes narrowed, and a trace of pain flashed on her face. The vicious Shattered Hand assassins liked to attack her with their ferocious fists.
The blades were coated with poison, using this method to torture their enemies. Although she escaped a fatal blow in the raid two days ago, Garona was still scratched when she fought back to kill the ferocious orc assassin.
She covered the wound on her waist with her left hand, slowly jumped into the darkness, and moved quickly in the direction Gul'dan told her.
"They have all gone crazy! The devil has controlled their will, and Orgrim is doomed!"
The Orc Assassin cursed in a low voice. Almost all the injuries on her body were caused when she crossed the Hellfire Peninsula adjacent to the Dark Portal. That ghost place was once the place where Blackhand and Blackhand exiled those disobedient clans.
The Warsong Clan, the Laughing Skull Clan, the Shattered Hand Clan, and the Thunder King Clan, all of which were unable to control themselves because they drank the demon's blood, were all thrown there.
The chief did not want these precious warriors to die. He just used this method to exclude these warlike clans from the first batch of invaders, and deliberately tortured the will of those warriors so that they would never distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.
In the past, it was a good idea to "sober up" during a fight to the death, but Blackhand's death caused these reserve warriors to be completely forgotten.
Although Orgrim immediately sent envoys after he became warchief to ask these clans who were fighting each other to join the invasion of Azeroth, during the long battle, these clans have forged an undying hatred.
, Orgrim's messenger died under a sneaky assassination before reaching Hellfire Citadel.
The result of all this is that the Hellfire Peninsula is even crazier, ten times crazier than the most terrifying battlefield in Azeroth!
Garona, who was walking in the darkness, had no loyalty to the tribe and was even filled with hatred.
Her full name is "Garona Haversen". The meaning of this surname is "half-orc", which is a very insulting term in the orc society. Her birth is a tragedy. It was just after the orcs drank
In the era of Demon Blood, they launched a crazy massacre against another large race in the world of Draenor, the mysterious Draenei.
In the massacres all over the world, many Draenei women suffered unspeakable treatment, which is why Garona was born. She only had half of the orc blood in her body, but the other half of the blood gave her the rare wisdom and wisdom of the orcs.
Thinking, as well as the agility and cunning that orcs don't have at all, it is precisely because of this that she was able to survive the difficult childhood.
There are many half-orcs like Garona, but unfortunately most of them died in the war years.
That was a painful past that Garona didn't want to recall, but compared with the years she spent in the Shadow Council after accepting Gul'dan's teachings, even the painful past became so sweet.
After all, the war could only torture her body, but Gul'dan tortured her soul...
"found it!"
Garona searched everywhere in the shallow sea mud at the edge of Shadowmoon Valley, and finally found the entrance to a grotto in the forest of spore mushrooms that exuded a decaying smell, with the symbol of the Shadow Council engraved on it.
This made the Orc Assassin feel ecstatic. She seemed to see that freedom was just around the corner. As long as she broke the eye of the Lord that controlled her mind, she would be able to obtain the liberation of her soul.
When she stepped into the dark cave, when she heard the whispers of the scum of the Shadow Council hidden inside, a human shadow emerged in her mind, making the half-orc assassin couldn't help but clenched his hands ferociously.
dagger.
"Your Majesty Ryan, when I get my freedom, I will atone for my sins... to you and your people!"
Garona gritted her teeth and thought about the future repeatedly in her mind. Under the control of Gul'dan, she personally killed King Llane Wrynn of the Kingdom of Stormwind. This was her lingering nightmare. That king
and his friends were probably the first people in Garona's life who took the initiative to extend a hand of friendship to her.
They believed in Garona, and they even took the initiative to protect Garona. There was a special friendship between them. Garona told the king many tribal secrets, which allowed her to win the king's trust. For the orcs, in the storm,
Those days of Kingdom activities are very memorable.
But she finally killed her friend with her own hands. When she stabbed the dagger into Ryan's chest, she looked at the shock and loss in Ryan's eyes. The unforgivable betrayal and assassination tortured her every minute and every second.
Mind, that was the first time her soul began to actively resist Gul'dan. She was not willing to live as an executioner like this anymore...
"puff"
The recurved dagger with spikes, like a poisonous snake hidden in the darkness, silently slit the throats of these orcs and ogres, injecting deadly poison into their bodies in the blink of an eye.
, all their struggles become meaningless.
"Kingslayer", this is a pair of daggers specially made for her by Gul'dan. Its name originated from Garona's "great" act of assassinating King Ryan. Now, the Kingslayer is held in the hands of the Orcs,
began her self-salvation.
"Garona! Traitor!"
An ogre magician woke up from a half-sleep. He saw corpses scattered in the cave, and also saw the slender figure holding a dagger in the darkness, walking towards him. The ogre roared in horror:
"Gul'dan will kill you!"
"I will kill him! I have already sworn it!"
A trace of crazy hatred flashed in Garona's eyes, and her figure disappeared from the spot. The ogre subconsciously raised the shield, but the moment before the magic shield enveloped the body, the sharp and cold blade of the Kingslayer pierced the ogre.
The heart of the human demon, the burning poison that seemed to ignite the body, was injected into this huge body, causing the ogre magician to kneel on the ground in pain.
"Where is the Eye of Dominance?"
There was no emotion in Garona's voice, and it was so cold that it sent chills all over the body. The ogre struggled to speak, but the next moment, the orc's blade slashed his throat again.
Blood splattered everywhere, and the Orc no longer needed the ogre's answer. She raised her head and could see the dark orb hanging on the stone wall by chains. A strong desire flashed in the Orc's eyes, and she waved
With her hands and daggers flying, the orb full of shadow energy was shattered by her own hands.
"Shua"
A flash of red light flashed over her body, and she felt her soul relax. Gul'dan did not lie to her. This orb was indeed a tool to control her will, but it was not enough.
The freedom of the soul does not mean the freedom of the mind. Garona can still feel that the darkness surging in her heart has not subsided. That bastard deceived her! It's not just this one! There must be others who still have the method to control her mind.
.
"This is not freedom!"
The Orc stood in the darkness in pain, holding her hair with both hands. She frantically wanted to shout out, but in the end, she did not do so.
"I should have known...the freedom I want is not here."
Her figure disappeared into the darkness. She wanted to go back to Azeroth, and she wanted to find the only person she could still trust.
"Khadgar... help me, my friend."
Gul'dan is like a poisonous snake, every word he speaks is like poisonous venom, and cannot be trusted! And the freedom he promised has always been just an illusion that is longed for and out of reach.
Perhaps what binds this half-orc has never been dark magic. What binds her is herself, her regret, her betrayal, her weakness, her greed for warm feelings... all of this constitutes
The chains that bound Garona forever and made it impossible for her to break free.
At the same time that Garona smashed the Shadow Orb, Tyrion was sitting on the side of a fast-moving ship on the endless sea of distant Azeroth. It was already dark at this time, and he was always used to thinking about something at this time.
things to prevent those past memories from invading his mind again.
For the undead, the better the memories, the more painful they will be when the memories fade away. Continuous recall of the past is the beginning of self-destruction.
"I knew I'd find you here."
A low voice sounded behind Tyrion, and the orc death knight came up and sat next to Tyrion. After that night, Grokush became a lot more "cheerful", at least no longer as always as before.
It's silence.
The two death knights looked at the cold sea under the moonlight. No one broke the silence until a few minutes later, Grokush suddenly said:
"I said, Tyrion."
"Um?"
"Are you really going to Draenor? I can't even imagine what that damn place looks like now. Maybe it's completely destroyed."
The former great chief's black hand paused, and he emphasized his tone:
"There is really no hope in that world!"
"We are dead people, we don't need hope, Grokush, who is more suitable to rule a lost world than a dead person?"
Tyrion leaned back and used his arms to support the deck. He raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the sky. The cold moonlight shone on them, making the death knight feel a rare sense of comfort.
"There are no bronze dragons there, there are no guardians there... It is a free world, Grokush. We will accumulate strength there, and no one will bother us until we have enough strength..."
Tyrion's ice-blue eyes flashed with a hint of ferocity:
"We will return to this world and smash everything that blocks us! Pull out all the conspirators in the darkness and make them kneel on the ground to be punished! We will realize our long-cherished wish, and we will completely smash this damn shackles
! Our persistence now is not worth much, but it is the only thing we really have, it is our last inch of territory, and in that inch of territory... maybe, maybe we are free."
Grokush was noncommittal about Tyrion's persistence. He had no regrets. He challenged fate like a reckless knight. It might be his last adventure after death, and this arrogant future did not make him feel disgusted.
.
A stiff smile appeared on the death knight's face, and he whispered:
"This is the first time I've heard someone use "freedom" to describe Draenor. Tyrion, tell me, when will we, the cursed dead, be truly free?"
This question made Tyrion silent. After several minutes, he said with some uncertainty:
"Probably, probably no freedom in this world is reserved for the dead. How can they rest in the grave? Should their souls return to Hades? I know what is in the abyss of Hades. Going there will only lead to worse slavery, at least
In this world, in this season, all freedom is just an illusion for you and me, and it is not worth pursuing at all."
The death knight sighed:
"Look at this sea water, Grokush. What stops us is never the things we can see, but the things we can't see. Do you understand? The things we can't see are spreading endlessly here.
In the exact same future, everything is there, I can see them clearly...but there is no freedom except freedom."
"Perhaps in the future, there will be a kind of freedom reserved exclusively for the dead."
The image of General Lyressa before her death once again appeared in front of Tyrion. Although he was unwilling to recall it, the memories still stubbornly filled his mind again. He remembered the tears of his relatives before they died, and he took the photos
He patted the orc on the shoulder and whispered:
"Anyway, since there are still people who will shed tears for us... then I think we should... let's live well, even in this cursed posture."
Tyrion raised his head. In the field of vision in front of him, the moonlight and the world... were so cold and pale, without a trace of warmth or color. But at least Gul'dan was dead and everything he needed had been obtained.
, it’s time to start moving forward towards the established goal.
