Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

The concept of unity and coexistence advocated by the Frostwolf Clan is completely unorthodox among the orcs who advocate strength and power.

Most orcs are used to taking what they want with their own hands, never seeing anything wrong with such predation.

The jungle law of the jungle is vividly and exquisitely embodied among the orcs. This custom will eventually usher in a backlash in the long historical evolution. The existence of Gul'dan is an extremely ironic proof.

Gul'dan, who was born with a disability, has been looked down upon and discriminated against by his tribe since he was a child. The fire of hatred has never dissipated in his heart, which gradually made Gul'dan's mentality distorted and dark.

This is also the deepest reason why Gul'dan didn't care about the survival of the orcs and Draenor after he gained power, and only wanted to become a god himself.

"huh~"

Grom snorted softly and sat up, "Do you still believe in the Frostwolf?"

"I believe." Orgrim said firmly, "Especially after the road of power and conquest was proved to be unfeasible, I am even more convinced that the orc tradition will not work in Azeroth."

Grom was silent. Orgrim gave everything for the tribe when he was the great chief. He used his practical actions to prove to all the clans the result of fighting against the coalition forces of all tribes in Azeroth.

After a long time, Grom asked in a low tone, "If the tradition is lost, are orcs still orcs?"

"I have no idea."

Orgrim said frankly, "Perhaps someone will be able to accurately answer this question in the future, but we, as the residue of the times, have begun to fail to keep up with the current historical trend."

Orgrim said to the unrelieved Grom earnestly, "Draenor is over, you and I know it well, but the orcs still exist here, in this new world called Azeroth."

"We can't stand still, even for the future of the race, we must work hard to adapt to this new world that has different rules from Draenor."

Turning his head to look at Goel, who was dancing the traditional orc war dance by the fire, Orgrim sighed softly, "Goel once mentioned to me that if possible, he wanted to reach a reconciliation with humans."

"Hmph!" Grom sneered, "Impossible. The last war caused the two sides to forge an intractable enmity. The only way to reconcile between us and humans is to completely destroy one side. There is no other possibility."

Orgrim patted Grom's muscular shoulders, "I used to think so too, but Goel firmly believes that there is a second way to go, and his idea has already won the support of many tribesmen. Approved."

"Grom, we've fought long enough. After the excitement brought by the blood of the demons subsides, the tired orcs desperately hope to find a stable new home to recuperate."

"Guiel has been troubled by this recently. He doesn't know where to lead the orcs, and even... I don't know about this problem."

Orgrim said bitterly, "This continent is too crowded, so crowded that we can't find any place to settle down."

"Bang!" Grom hammered hard on the ground, and said in a strong tone, "Then fight for a piece of land! We have enough troops, and we can definitely win a piece of territory if we look for a country to fight!"

"And then? Besieged and suppressed by the countries of the alliance who share the same hatred?"

Orgrim shook his head in disappointment, "I've tried this way, and it doesn't work."

"The more pressure is applied, the more united the coalition will be and the stronger the rebound will be."

"We need a new home, a new territory that is not governed by the Alliance."

"Unfortunately, we can't find any place to settle down in the eastern continent, and Kalimdor on the other side of the sea has an ancient giant that surpasses Azeroth."

Grom knew little about the situation on the other side of the sea. He asked in surprise, "Do you even know the situation on the other side of the sea?"

"Heh~" Orgrim spread his hands mockingly. "This is the only thing I gained in the shelter. I got a lot of news about the other side of the sea from the chatter of the human guards."

Orgrim took out an animal skin map from his chest and spread it on the ground. Grom burst out laughing at the rough drawing skills.

Orgrim couldn't hold back, "...shut up, draw if you have the ability!"

Grom hastily coughed and straightened his face, "Cough~ get down to business."

"look here."

Orgrim snorted and clicked on the continent with a question mark on the left side, "This is the continent of Kalimdor. Unfortunately, I can't accurately describe the shape of the continent. I only know that an ancient race named night elves lived it's here."

During the Second World War, the orcs had brief contact with the night elves, and the strong physical fitness of the night elves and the powerful navy that spanned the four seas left a deep impression on him.

"You should know the source of the fel energy brought by Gul'dan, right?"

"I know." Grom nodded heavily, "It comes from a demonic organization called the Burning Legion. According to Gul'dan, the Burning Legion has conquered and destroyed countless worlds. If you don't follow their instructions, the orcs will also be killed." Erase it casually."

Orgrim agreed, "Although Gul'dan is full of nonsense, at least he didn't lie about this."

"According to some Dalaran mages who came to study the orcs, the Burning Legion invaded Azeroth 10,000 years ago, and it was the night elves who fought back the attack of the Burning Legion. "

"this……"

Grom shook his head in disbelief, "I have seen the demon lord named Mannoroth, and his strength is beyond the reach of ordinary people."

"It is said that there are still many people with the strength of Mannoroth in the Burning Legion. How did the night elves defeat them?"

"I don't know."

Orgrim patted the animal skin map and said, "These old almanacs are not the focus of our attention. The point is that Kalimdor has been run by night elves for 10,000 years."

"Although there are many other native species in the local area, they are almost all allies of the night elves, walking on the same road."

"Eastern Continent, Kalimdor Continent, these two continents are the main body of Azeroth, it is difficult for us to find the future from the continent, then..."

Orgrim pointed to the blank area in the middle of the two continents. "The only way out is to find a large enough island in the vast sea."

"I heard from the Alliance guards that the draenei who came to Azeroth before us took root on a deserted island near Kalimdor, and they have acquired the Ai army headed by the night elves. Approved by all races of Xerath."

"Draenei?!"

Grom opened his mouth in surprise, "How did they get to Azeroth? Before us?"

"I don't know. It's said to be some kind of vehicle that can travel through the dark void, but this is not what we should care about."

Orgrim held his chin with his only hand, and looked at the map in thought, "This problem should be what Goyle has been worrying about recently. We don't have a boat or a chart, so we have no way of knowing which islands in the sea are suitable. Survive."

"Ahem~"

"who?!"

An abrupt cough sounded from behind the two of them, and Grom reflexively raised his ax and swung Bloodhowl backwards, but he couldn't feel the real feeling of the ax hitting anything.

"You two, don't panic, I'm not your enemy."

A phantom wearing a feather hood gradually emerged. Orgrim stopped Grom's intention to continue attacking, and looked at the uninvited guest solemnly.

"Who are you? Why overhear our conversation?"

The stranger, whose body gradually became solid, sighed softly, "I'm just a sinner, and my identity doesn't matter, what matters is... I can guide the orcs to find a new home."