Chapter 276: The Third Dark Gate War Begins (3 More)
(What a majestic fortress!" Nazgrel said in Common with a Kul Tiran accent.
"That's right! It took the Duke of Stratholme a year to build this fortress out of cement! Although our Lord Mograine is not bad, he is still a little worse than him. Alas!" said the long queue of people.
, a human refugee from Andorhal said in an envious tone.
"Can you tell me more about the Duke of Stratholme?"
"Then let's start with the damn orcs."
As soon as the refugee opened his mouth, Nazgrel showed signs of going berserk. Go'el secretly held down his follower with one hand and listened humbly to the refugee's bragging.
It is undeniable that what the refugees say has been processed by bards, spread out lies, and is full of exaggerated elements.
Gu'ir looked like he was listening with great interest.
After finally listening, there was suddenly a commotion ahead.
"Ah! Here comes the number plate sender!" Some refugees shouted happily.
Guyir soon saw a man dressed as an official, followed by several assistants, and six fully armed soldiers. The assistants handed wooden rafts from a large barrel to the refugees in line in order, and at the same time handed them
Yes, there is also a piece of black bread in each hand.
The official shouted repeatedly with a rolled-up iron loudspeaker: "Don't be anxious! Don't be crowded. Everyone has something. Grab some bread to fill your stomach first, it's free. When you're full, wait for your number to be called and go to booths 1 to 20.
Assign work.”
After receiving food and number tags, the refugees dispersed in a hurry, each finding a leeward place to gather with acquaintances.
After finding a deserted place, Go'el grabbed Nazgrel and said, "Do you still remember the purpose of our coming here?"
"Remember." The young orc replied angrily: "I just don't accept it. That McDonald is just a lucky human kid. Why did he become a hero by killing orcs?"
Hello everyone, our public account will find gold and red envelopes every day. Just follow it and you can receive it. This is the last benefit at the end of the year. Please seize the opportunity. Public account [Book Friends Base Camp]
"My father told me before he left - the life of an orc is never easy. The worse it is, the harder we must work. It is easy for us to act impulsively, and it is also easy to die, but our compatriots will spend countless times more.
Our time to live a worse life."
Nazgulel stopped talking.
"Father said - we envy that McDonald's luck, but we don't know how long it took McDonald to accumulate strength before he shines. We are here to learn from what he has put in behind his back."
"Got it!" Nazgrel nodded heavily.
"Obviously, humans are afraid of an orc named [Thal]! Then one day, I will use my own strength to prove that I am the Thrall they fear!" There was a strange look in Guyir's eyes.
The light convinced Nazgulel.
"How to prove it?"
"Let's learn human knowledge first, even if we start from the humblest farming." Go'ir took a bite of the overly stiff black bread. His sharp fangs gave him an extremely strong bite force, and he didn't even need to soak it in water.
, you can also eat black bread: "Then, I want to steal back the [Hammer of Doom] of the former warchief Orgrim! That is the symbol of the warchief."
"Um."
The two young orcs made a solemn oath under this sky that belonged to humans.
At the same time, in Alterac Valley.
Kashdrak looked at Durotan a little anxiously: "Chief, are you so relieved?"
"I have no choice! The orcs have reached a moment when they must change. I hope that Go'el can not only learn the technology of humans, but also learn how to get along with humans, and then lead the frost wolves, and even all orcs
, embark on a path of peaceful coexistence with humanity, and even the entire alliance."
"I see."
Time is flying, and the three years of the Dark Portal are coming soon.
Far away in Draenor on the other side of the galaxy, a group of mysterious orcs came to Shadowmoon Valley with a group of metal chariots that made a loud noise when traveling.
These uninvited guests broke into the Shadowmoon Clan's residence in an almost rude way.
"Who are you? You are not welcome in the Shadowmoon Clan." The Great Shaman, who had a strange white-grey paint on his face, a brown-red skin unique to primitive orcs, and a staff with an orange-red crystal on the head, came out behind him.
, are a large number of Buddhist masters who still believe in shamanic teachings.
The leading guest threw a head that exuded an aura of violence, terror and mystery from a distance.
Even without his head falling to the ground, just a glance made the great shaman's heart beat faster.
"Dear shaman elder Ner'zhul, I wonder if the head of Gul'dan, the disciple who betrayed you, can forgive our presumptuous visit?"
Picking up the heads of his twenty-fifth disciple, Ner'zhul felt so happy that he couldn't help laughing wildly.
"Yes! Of course! Hahahahaha!" He stared at Gul'dan's head with a dead look and let out a sharp laugh: "My good disciple, I didn't expect that you and I could actually meet in this way!
"
The orcs on the opposite side waited very politely for Ner'zhul to greet his disciples.
Although Gul'dan has been dead for a long time, his consciousness has not completely disappeared. Through the mysterious shamanic magic, Ner'zhul can still be a victor and chat with his good apprentice.
"Okay, what do you want to do here?"
"Dear elder, I am Thorgor. My companions and I came here across time and space to ask you to take charge of the overall situation and command the orcs to invade the world of Azeroth again."
There was confusion on Ner'zhul's face, he was stunned for a moment, and finally nodded: "Come in and talk!"
…
Time came to December 24, Year 3 of the Dark Portal, when Macdonald returned to Stratholme.
Seeing the bright light in the lord's study, Liadrin and Vereesa, who had been guarding the castle, rushed in almost immediately.
Then it was a touching goodbye.
"You, you are finally willing to come back!" In just a few seconds, Veresa almost burst into tears.
"Hmph! You kidnapped me from the hands of the Sun King. If you just leave and never come back, I will hate you for the rest of my life." Liadrin gritted her teeth.
Well, the life of a high elf is really long, measured in thousands of years.
The hatred of the female elf is indeed quite terrifying.
"I, I'm back!" McDonald laughed dryly.
"If you don't come back, the alliance may be over." The elusive Sylvanas suddenly sat on the window sill of the study, obviously she jumped up.
"What?" McDonald was excited.
Alleria pushed open the door to the study room and rolled in with a pile of sheepskins sealed with fire paint: "The third war of the Dark Portal has begun, and Watchfort has fallen!"
Grass! Isn’t it?
Nethergarde Castle has collapsed? What kind of fuss is going on?
McDonald's was dumbfounded.
----------
ps, I don’t want to update my schedule in the underworld, I’ve been quite depressed recently. The demolition of houses near my home is very noisy, and there are people renovating downstairs. It should be better in a few days.
