Azeroth Trail of Light

Chapter 390 4. Memories of the Old Era——Adding Updates for My Brother, the Cataclysm

Just when Shattrath's refugee team finally joined the defenders of Honor Hold after a night of hard trek, another special team also arrived in front of the Dark Portal.

A brown-skinned young orc with a ferocious battle ax on his back respectfully supported an old orc grandmother and walked to the front of the cold door of darkness, where more than thirty warlocks in black robes They are waiting there, busy, adjusting the magic thread, gathering energy, in order to activate this dark door.

Farther away from the 30-meter-high gate made of hard obsidian, tens of thousands of orcs are quietly waiting there. These are the only remaining orc tribes on the Nagrand grassland, Draenor. In a world dominated by orcs, there are only a few indigenous people left.

And the old orc grandmother, who was supported by the young orc and accompanied by two fully armed young orc warriors, was leaning on a simple cane, wearing a traditional orc costume, and decorated with the mane of a wild beast on her head. When opening the gate, she stubbornly shook off the support of the young orc. She stared at the gate in front of her, as if she wanted to maintain her resistance and unyielding in front of this landmark building of the old era.

"Last time... last time I was here, I sent my sons away, and they never came back..."

The old grandmother's bright eyes were full of inseparable sorrow and pain. She looked up at the icy black giant door with difficulty. As a witness who has personally experienced orcs from noble to barbaric, from simple to violent, it is hard to say. Does she have any special feelings for this portal of darkness, such as hatred.

The warlock in black who had just met General Danas bowed respectfully in front of the old orc grandmother, but the old grandmother didn't want to talk to a warlock. As the most common old-school orc, but also the most respected old grandmother , she has an extraordinary distaste for the source of all orcish misfortune, the sorcerer.

"Dear Mother Goya..."

As soon as Kanresad opened his mouth, he was interrupted by the young orc who was following Goya Zongmu. The orc who was 70% similar to Grom stared at him viciously.

"Don't open your mouth, warlock, there is no place for you to speak here. The mother may not care about your offense, but we will care, very much..."

The gloomy warlock looked at the orc from the corner of his eyes without a trace of emotion, and he let out a deep laugh,

"Garrosh Hellscream, I have met your father. It is a pity that you have inherited his strength, but obviously you have not fully inherited his spirit. Mother Goya has the right to speak to me like this, but you... have not yet this qualification."

"you…"

The young orc was agitated by the warlock's words, so he couldn't help but reached out and grabbed the handle of the battle ax behind him, but was stopped by Goya Zongmu,

"Garrosh, stand back! Don't forget that when you took this axe, you made a promise to that human warrior!"

This scolding made the orc a little frustrated. He gave the warlock a vicious look, but under the stern gaze of the old grandmother, he stepped aside obediently, and Zongmu Goya's eyes still stayed on the door of darkness. It caused her too many thoughts, until half a minute later, the old grandmother's eyes turned to the darkness to the left of the gate,

"Kagas, my child...you are here, why don't you come out and meet me?"

The old grandmother's voice was weak and deep, but there was a kind of oppression and momentum that people could not ignore. In her eyes, a distorted, tall, red-skinned evil orc with hideous bone spurs all over his body, and a fully armed red-skinned evil orc came from hiding. He stepped out from the shadow of the shadow, and he strode out a few steps, which immediately made Garrosh and his brothers who were guarding Goya Zongmu's side nervous.

This is a difficult guy to deal with, especially his right arm, which is connected to a black metal glove and a fist blade that makes people tremble all over. That guy is Kargas, Kargas · Blade Fist!

An old monster that survived the last era! A butcher!

But just when Garrosh and Dranos wanted to rush up to protect the grandmother, they were stopped by the old man. She just watched Kargath slowly approaching so calmly, and finally, five steps away from her Kargas stopped, then half-kneeled on the ground.

With his proud head lowered, black hair draped over his body, giving him a feral look.

"Old lady, here I come, but I have no face to see you, we failed, lost thousands of warriors, and I was a coward who ran away while my brothers were fighting on the other side , I abandoned them, I have no face to see you."

Goya Zongmu tremblingly walked towards Kargas with a cane, she stretched out her hand to support Kargas' shoulder, her voice was trembling and full of pain,

"Is this why you haven't come to visit me for so many years? Kargath, you know? I never blamed you, it was Gul'dan's fault, not yours, nor the black hand's, he let us Fallen, the demons have lost us, but Kargath, I am disappointed... you are still using the power of the demons, haven't the mistakes of the past awakened you?"

Facing Goya Sommon's question, Kargas raised his head, his blood-red eyes were full of stubborn madness,

"No, old lady, we are indeed using the power of demons, but not for ourselves! I want revenge, I want revenge for my old brothers from the past, revenge on demons, we use their power against them, this is what we follow The reason for Illidan, old lady, take these children to Azeroth, we will stay on our land and continue our revenge, the children of the Shattered Hand clan are not afraid of sacrifice, but what we have to die is worth!"

"Snapped!"

The old grandmother slapped Kargas on the face. She was very old and didn't have much strength on her body, but Kargas still couldn't help opening her eyes wide, and then he heard Goya Matriarch said aloud,

"Whether it's revenge! Or anything else, children are innocent! Go, bring over those children of the Shattered Hand clan who haven't received the magic blood, Kargath, as an adult orc, I can't interfere with your choice, but remember , The Shattered Hand clan that you built with your own hands cannot be destroyed by your hands, go ahead and bring the children here!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Kargas to answer, Goya Zongmu looked at Kanresad, the warlock she had never looked at before, and it was the first time she took the initiative to speak,

"So, Warlock... can I bring some more children over there?"

Kanrethad hastily replied,

"Of course, old grandmother, this is your freedom, but I have to take the liberty to remind you that time is running out, Chief Thrall is waiting for you on the other side, you know, his real name is Gouel... yes , your own grandson."

Goya Zongmu nodded, and when she heard Thrall's name, there was a hint of pride on her face, then she turned her head and said to Garrosh and the two young orcs,

"Garrosh, Dranos, and Jorin, take the boys to help Kargath, and take those children over. We are running out of time. By the way, you have to respect Kargath, especially You, Garrosh!"

The young people quickly left the Dark Portal under the leadership of the three leaders, rode on the wolf, and ran towards the Hellfire Citadel at the end of the Glory Road. The rest of the people were preparing to cross the world's largest Portal.

Obviously, the big shots didn't want the orcs to meet other migrants, which might cause unnecessary trouble, and it was part of the big shots' agreement, a part that had to be done.

Goya Zongmu looked at the quietly waiting crowd, she turned around and said to Kanresad,

"Thank you, Warlock...It's hard to believe that I will express my gratitude to a Warlock, but I hope this gratitude can be conveyed to those big people behind you. I have another question...Is there any chance to come back in my life? "

Kanrethad also maintained due respect for this old orc that even Dick admired. He pondered for a moment, then shook his head regretfully,

"Unfortunately, but it may not work, Draenor will become a huge training ground, in order to deal with those difficult enemies, including those who have hurt your sons, demons... you know, we can't I was always passively beaten."

"Well…"

There was a hint of sadness on Goya Zongmu's wrinkled face, but soon, it turned into a smile,

"If this is the reason, then I am willing to give up my hometown, Warlock...promise me, kill those demons, don't show mercy!"

"Of course! It's something we all want to do."

Kanrethad bowed his head and saluted, then turned and left, he took out his pocket watch, looked at the time, a flash of green light flashed in his eyes, he shouted to those busy subordinates,

"It's time! Recharge! Let this door come alive, we just need it to keep breathing, it only takes half a day!"

The Black Sickle Council absorbs all the best warlocks in Azeroth, and only the best ones are allowed to enter Karazhan to practice, and then go to Draenor to learn more advanced shadow magic under Illidan's command. What's even more commendable is that in Draenor, a place without world barriers at all, summoning demons has become extremely easy, and the number is endless. Illidan is not worried that demons will become trouble at all.

He let those warlocks go crazy, and even offered to help, so every warlock who can get here will be grateful to the generosity of the king of Outland. They can even be so luxurious that they can choose the most powerful from many summoned demons, or Those with the most potential to make a contract can also find the most suitable spells to learn from the dazzling variety of spells, and even everyone has the opportunity to write their own magic tome.

This is an unimaginable luxury in Azeroth, so soon, the Black Scythe Council with this special channel became famous in the dark world. It only needs to expand at full speed for a period of time, and it will easily surpass Shadow Fort and become the holy land of Azeroth warlocks.

But even now, Kanrethad is very sober, he knows who gave him all this, although in the occasional delusional fantasy, he will become a real top boss, but it is just a fantasy, Kanrethad is a A real smart man, so he will not challenge his own impossible power.

"Buzz~buzz~buzz"

The ground began to vibrate, and the giant mana gems filled with mana were pushed into the center of the magic circle by the strong demon guards. After the five heroes closed the gate of darkness, the magic circle here was destroyed by the soldiers, and the warlocks were busy After half a month, it was barely repaired, and after getting a new supply of energy, these mysterious runes were lit up one after another, spreading from the ground to the top of the Dark Gate, like a green snake flying in the sky. Keep climbing.

It seems that this red barren place is lit up. There are at least tens of thousands of magic patterns all over the entire Dark Portal. Kanrethad can't imagine how much manpower and material resources were used by the orcs back then to build it. Well, this giant and permanent portal that connects the two worlds.

Probably seeing Kanrethad’s doubts, Goya Zongmu explained to him,

"That was the eve of the collapse of the whole world. All the clans could only watch the world die. No one knew why. Everyone could only obey the guidance of those warlocks. At that time, the orcs of the whole world gathered here. Building this damn gate, countless people died here, standing here, I can even see those ghosts howling, and those draenei captured by Gul'dan, they...they are very pitiful , I played with those draenei kids when I was young, they were very kind, just like us, they shouldn't suffer from this... Gul'dan, I still don't understand, how did that upright and thin shaman come to be? Those who have come to this point have become a real devil..."

Kanresad nodded, the words of Goya Zongmu did not make him feel too much throbbing, in fact, for a real warlock, life is just a consumable, whether it is someone else's or One's own life is a necessary loss to pursue a higher existence.

On both sides of the gate of darkness, there are two tall men in black with swords. Kanresad thought they were just decorations, but after the magic pattern on the entire gate frame was ignited, the two swordsmen Under the hood of the stone statue of the man in black, two frightening dark reds also lit up.

"That's the dress of the Shadow Council. They always come in the dark, like a spreading fear."

Somma Goya closed her eyes, picked up her bone rosary, and kept praying to the silent elements of Draenor. This is an inherent habit of their generation, and time has stubbornly lived in this place for too long. , living too tired, but living an exceptionally great old man left traces of it, but in the most difficult moment, Goya Zongmu never gave up, but after all the young and middle-aged people left, the difficult With his own wisdom and kindness, he gathered those displaced little orcs and brought them up with difficulty.

On the Nagrand prairie, Goya Zongmu used this method to continuously gather orphans who lost their families in the war. In the end, the old grandmother established her own tribe.

Those orcs standing behind him, those young orcs who had regained prosperity and strength, no longer divided into clans, no longer commented on high and low by blood, they truly became a family.

Goya Zongmu is their chief, the weakest chief in the history of the orcs, who can't even pick up a weapon.

But this does not prevent her from becoming the greatest chief, a perfect chief who will always live in the hearts of orcs, and even a rebellious person like Kargath will submit to her.

She belongs to the old age, the last bell of Draenor's old age, and where she walked, a new dawn has begun.

Well, I see the doubts of my brothers~ The first few chapters are transitional chapters, telling about the recent changes in Outland and the Eastern Continent, and then I will cut into the story of the Broken Islands~ Please support~ Please help~ Thank you brothers