Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

Suddenly a man came out of the darkness inexplicably, and he kept saying that he could save the future of the orcs, and no one with a brain would easily believe it.

If it hadn't been for Orgrim who suppressed the irritable brother beside him without knowing the details of the other party, Grom would have already let this mysterious man know what it means to have an ax on his forehead.

Although Orgrim thinks that he is indeed aging a lot, he still won't lose his vigilance in the wild, let alone Grom, who is still the strongest orc warrior in active service.

The hooded man who couldn't see his face completely escaped their perception, and suddenly appeared like a ghost that didn't exist in this world. The vigilance of Orgrim and Grom was raised to the highest level in a short time .

"The new homeland of the orcs?" Orgrim's eyes sparkled coldly. "Do you think I'll trust a guy who doesn't even dare to reveal his identity?"

The hooded man nodded understandingly, "It's normal for Chief Orgrim to be so vigilant. I'll tell you my suggestion. As for whether orcs are willing to try, that's your own problem."

Under the vigilant gaze of the two old orcs, the hooded man said to himself, "As you discussed before, there is no place for orcs in the Eastern Continent, but the Kalimdor continent on the other side of the sea may not be."

"The orcs have two choices. One is to cross the sea to the Kalimdor continent and find a barren and barren red land on the east coast of the continent."

"As Warchief Orgrim knows, most of the livable land in Kalimdor is occupied by night elves and other native races. Only this barren land that is of no value to other races is ignored."

"This is one of them. The second option is to go north to the cold Northrend continent."

"The Borean Tundra in the southwest of Northrend has no one governing it so far. Although the local climate is relatively harsh, it is not too cold to be unbearable."

"For the orcs who traditionally herd, this land has good value, but because it is far away from the civilized world of Azeroth, choosing Northrend will hinder the orcs from integrating into the new world."

"That's all for now."

The hooded man raised his hand and waved his cloak, and gradually faded away under the gaze of Grom and Orgrim.

"Whether you want to believe it, and how to choose a base is up to you. This is a decision that really concerns the survival of the orcs. Please think twice before acting."

"One and a half months later, the Kul Tiras trade ship will bring back a large number of special products from Northrend and dock in South Sea Town. If you decide to take action, please make a decision as soon as possible."

As the mysterious man's voice faded away, Orgrim's eyes showed a pensive look.

"Hmph!" Grom snorted displeasedly, and hung Bloodhowl back on the weapon on his back, and put it on, "A guy who hides his head and shows his tail, you can't believe even a single punctuation of what this kind of person says."

At this time, Orgrim rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "Leaving aside the situation in Kalimdor, Northrend... I seem to have heard of it."

The human pioneer team opened a route to Northrend a few years ago, and many speculators and adventurers who wanted to take the opportunity to make a fortune actively participated in the Northrend pioneer team.

During the most prosperous period of exploring Northrend to make a fortune, Orgrim was still imprisoned in the asylum, and the guards mentioned this wave of exploration gold rush when they were extremely bored.

Orgrim had a good memory. He remembered that when the human guards mentioned Northrend the most, they named the Howling Fjords and Valgarde, not the Borean Tundra mentioned by the mysterious man.

This proves that the land of the Borean Tundra has not attracted the attention of all human countries. At least from this aspect, perhaps the words of the mysterious man are not completely nonsense.

Grom looked at Orgrim in surprise, "Old friend, you don't intend to believe his words, do you?"

Orgrim shook his head and said, "I won't jump to conclusions until I get concrete evidence. It just so happens that Goyle is going to Tarren Mill to plunder food recently. When the time comes, ask him to arrest a few human officials and come back to ask. .”

"Both options have pros and cons, if that person doesn't talk about it..."

...

In Sandara City, Andrea is listening to the information Alleria gained during the period of lurking in Icecrown Glacier.

"That permafrost iceberg existed a long time ago, but the artificial throne on the top was built by the undead vrykul and undead worms later."

Long before the Frozen Throne appeared, Alleria followed the clues left by the gargoyles all the way to the Icecrown Glacier.

This extremely cold glacial permafrost once made it impossible for Alleria to gain a foothold. As a last resort, she had to go to Sandara to buy warm clothes and thermal magic tools.

The ranger is very adaptable to the environment, and Aurelia, who often travels north and south, is not the kind of spoiled young lady.

Although the climate in Icecrown Glacier is very difficult and finding food is also very difficult, after a period of adaptation, Alleria tenaciously took root in this restricted area of ​​life.

In the beginning, Ner'zhul's actions were very low-key, and he had been hiding in a cave deep in the glacier to command the battle under the ground by remote control.

As the snowball of the undead army got bigger and bigger, with the help of several humanoid bats that Alleria called, the Frozen Throne was transformed in just half a month. The block was also moved to the summit of the throne.

"Human bat?"

Andrea's eyes became gloomy, "Is it a bald demon with bat wings on its back, two horns on its head, and a sinister face?"

Alleria looked at Andrea unexpectedly, "Yes, you know him?"

"Hehe~" Andrea smiled without warmth. "Of course I know them. I have dealt with them as early as 10,000 years ago. Shandris should still remember them."

The Dread Demon King is a very cunning demon. They know that their individual strength is not strong compared to other demons, and they often choose to act in groups habitually.

Originally their leader Tichondrius was an exception, but Azshara turned his head off 10,000 years ago. He had serious doubts about his own strength, and kept traveling in groups after the punishment.

Just launched a surprise attack on the Frozen Throne, at this time Ner'zhul should still be very vigilant, and Andrea suppressed the killing intent in her heart, motioning for Alleria to continue talking.

"I've scouted most of the areas in Icecrown Glacier that are suitable for hiding before. There are sporadic tall giants living in the valleys of Icecrown Glacier."

"However, as your scouts discovered, most of the giant villages are infected with strange plagues. The dead giant corpses dug their own graves at night and gathered towards the throne under the control of some kind of force."

Andrea nodded knowingly and said, "Sure enough, the undead are playing tricks. That kind of plague should not be just a simple disease, it should also be mixed with the influence of some death spells."

Holding his chin in thought for a while, Andrea said to Alleria, "The information you provided has helped us make up for the missing pieces. At least it has allowed me to further confirm the forces behind the undead."

"Now that the undead have strengthened their vigilance against the Icecrown Glacier, it is not suitable to continue to lurking and explore. You should pack up and prepare to return home."

"Go home?"

Alleria froze for a moment, her brows gradually wrinkled, "Is something happening in Quel'Thalas?"

For nearly a year before, Alleria had almost completely cut off contact with the outside world, and the news of Quel'Thalas hadn't reached her ears yet.

Andrea briefly explained to her, "In one sentence, Quel'Thalas is now on the verge of internal turmoil, and your sister Sylvanas is also on the cusp. You'd better go back and see for yourself. .”