Azeroth’s Death Track

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The Draenor continent is surging and hundreds of thousands of undeads are gathering. It only takes an appropriate time. This wave of darkness will sweep the unprepared world of Azeroth, but on the other side of the Dark Portal, the eastern continent The rhythm of life has not changed, and the residents of the human kingdom are still living their lives day after day.

There have been two major events in the human world recently, which have attracted almost everyone's attention.

The first is that the Holy Arathor Empire is about to carry out a nation-building ceremony in the Arathi Highlands. All the nobles of the entire alliance have been invited. It is said that in this ceremony, the last bloodline of Thoradin the Great, Anduin Lothar, will become an empire The first emperor of the country, this decision has been approved by all kings.

But there is also rumored news that Lothar became the emperor, only the result of the game between all parties, and the first emperor was only symbolic. Lothar promised a promise in front of the most distinguished nobles in the league He only stayed on the emperor's throne for a maximum of ten years to ensure that the system between the empire and the kingdom was successfully completed.

After his abdication, the entire human civilization will truly enter the era of equal and sacred king election. By that time, every king may become the co-lord of humanity, symbolizing the only emperor who glorified the imperial power.

Of course, it is more interesting to the people, and there is also a peachy news about Sir Rosa. The life of Sir is a legendary life. How he took the Union Sergeant and defeated the invading orcs in the name of Marshal There was a spread in society, and no one did not know his merits, but Sir Losa was still unmarried until his disappearance.

He has no heirs, which means that the blood of the Holy Thoradine Emperor will be completely cut off. Previously, this was only an optional thing. Some kings even wanted to see Thoradine the Great Heir, but in the Holy Arathor Empire After the reconstruction, the inheritance of Thoradin's blood has become a really important thing.

Although the Jazz himself does not value this issue, as the sword bearer of the Emperor's sword Stomka, it is also the only bond between the high elves and the human covenant. Even if Losa himself is unwilling, other kings will try their best to bring the domestic The excellent woman was sent to his bed, and for the great aristocrats, it was also an unbelievable glory to be able to marry the blood of Emperor Thoradin.

Therefore, for a time, Sir Loza, who lived in Torrent, received many invitations to the ball almost every day. The whole league is spreading the affair between the jazz himself and a certain female nobleman. Of course, in these peach colors In the story, the replacement frequency of the heroine is even more scary.

Compared with this story that the people like to hear, the other big event is not so “celebratory”.

In Nanhai Town, after a long and difficult negotiation, the orcs finally got the fleet and supplies they needed. At this time, on the pier that was once full of the war brought by the orcs, the orcs of various clans are lined up. The team, set foot on the merchant ship that was called in front of them.

This is a huge fleet of civilian merchant ships from almost all kingdoms, and even some pirates who want to whiten themselves. The entire surface of the South China Sea town is filled with endless ships, and the orcs plunder themselves. Wealth comes to pay the bill, and money has no motherland, so despite the unhappy face of the captains, in their hearts, they can’t wait for such a good thing to come again.

"boom"

The orc warlord Old Nazgorin threw his battle axe on the heap of weapons in front of him, and beside him, he was an indifferent Union sergeant. After checking that the old orc had no weapons, he put a back The bag was thrown to the old Nazgorin. The warlord looked at the mighty team in front of him. He sighed, and carried the rucksack behind him, walking towards the ship.

The rucksack is the food needed for cross-sea travel. Officially provided by the alliance, it will naturally not consider the taste and can only fill the hunger, but since the chiefs have made a decision, the soldiers naturally have no complaints, Orgrim has a sentence The words are very correct, not only the soldiers of the Alliance are tired, but the soldiers of the tribe are also full of aversion to war when they are tortured by the evil blood.

Soldiers on both sides are eager for peace, which is also an important basis for the alliance and tribes that regard both parties as enemies this time.

"Father, where are we going?"

Behind Old Nazgorin stood his son, a very young orc, but tall and brave like his father. After hearing his son’s problems, the old governor turned back and smiled at him:

"We go to Kalimdor, there will be our new home, there is no need to seize everything with war, we will start a new life there."

"But these Union Dogs seized our weapons."

Nazgorin gritted his teeth and whispered:

"In case they repented, we didn't even have the ability to resist, and they could only be sent into the icy sea. I don't think we should believe these alliance dogs."

This question silenced the old Nazgorin. He shook his head and patted his son's shoulder:

"Don't think about it, children, the chiefs have made difficult sacrifices in exchange for a future for us...we can't fail them."

And while the old warlord and his son were talking, behind them, some orc veterans and the sergeants of the alliance were in friction. The veterans were reluctant to give up their weapons, and the sergeants of the alliance blamed them:

"You butchers! The kings kindly gave you the opportunity to go to the New World, don't want to leave without laying down your weapons! Stay here and wait to die!"

"Who is rare in your charity!"

The orcs were not to be outdone, and some veterans who understood the human language sneered:

"Want to let us die? Just you scum?"

The emotions of both sides are very excited. The hatred accumulated by each other in the ten-year war is not so easy to dispel. As the roar grows fiercer, the orcs and humans begin to move in that direction.

Old Nazgorin frowned, and he felt something was wrong.

"Stay here, son, I'll check it out."

The old governor handed the parcel in his hand to his son, quickly separated the crowd, and came to the quarreling humans and orcs. He glared at the angry veterans, he shouted:

"Shut up! Which clan are you from?"

The Warlord's bones worn by Old Nazgorin made the angry veterans sober. They replied:

"We are from the Thunder King clan."

"Then you should know that the son of your hero Valok Sarufar, Dranosh Sarufar is currently being held hostage in Lordaeron, and Garrosh, the son of our Warsong clan chief There! They exchanged their security for peace!"

The old warlord shouted:

"Even the young cubs have made lofty sacrifices for the future of the orc. Are you veterans confused? Fight? Continue the war? Throw away everything we have made in exchange for the sacrifice? Stupid! In your heart Is there any glory?"

The words were shouted with anger, forcing the excited orcs to calm down. A silent and depressive atmosphere enveloped the orcs. The veteran who took the lead in biting his teeth, closed his eyes, and took the battle axe in his hand. Throwing on the pile of weapons, the other orcs also threw away the weapons in their hands.

Old Nazgorin turned his head again, looking at the alert sergeant, he said in a deep voice:

"No one wants to break the hard-won peace, humanity, let your soldiers retreat, the orcs of the new tribe have regained their glory."

The human sergeant who had drawn out his long sword looked at old Nazgorin. After a while, he waved his hand, and the equally excited human soldiers retreated, and the order of the port once again restored the vague sword.

"Take care of your subordinates, orcs."

The human sergeant whispered to the old Nazgorin:

"Your chiefs are under pressure, and the kings will not be less stressed than your chiefs, not everyone is eager for peace... and I also know that one day, you and me will once again step on the battlefield ...At that time, I will cut off your head mercilessly, but now...not now."

"Are you sure you have beaten me?"

The old governor glanced at the human sergeant. The human sergeant was also waiting for him. The guy also exuded the veteran's breath. Facing Nazgorin's inquiry, the human sergeant smiled disdainfully. He patted the waist. Shen Sheng said:

"In the Battle of the Burning Plains, I cut off the heads of 14 orcs, and one of them, like you, is also a warlord."

"it's a pity!"

Old Nazgorin shrugged:

"I was still in Draenor at the time. I didn't fight you on the battlefield. You look like a very capable guy."

The human sergeant snorted and stopped answering. There was a light in his eyes. In front of him, this was already the last batch of orcs to be sent to Kalimdor. In the past half month, all the orcs in the entire eastern continent Under the command of the chiefs, head towards the treasure bay of Thorns Valley and the town of South China Sea. According to the agreement between the orcs and humans, there will be no orcs in the future eastern continent.

In addition to the sons of the chieftains who remained hostages in the Arathor Empire, this is the last requirement added by the human kings to prevent the orcs from hiding their misfortunes. This requirement is undoubtedly a shame for the orc chiefs. Orcs who can't even protect their children will be despised in traditional society.

Orgrim and Drek'Thar spent a lot of energy to persuade the chiefs. The big shaman even decided to stay in the human empire to ensure the safety of the protons, and the chiefs’ children also showed great fearlessness. In the end, in the court of Lordaeron, the chiefs of the four clans and the kings signed an agreement, and peace really came.

But both sides are well aware that peace does not mean that hatred has disappeared. Perhaps the endless sea is wide enough to contain this hatred completely, but perhaps it only requires a small spark, which will fragilely maintain the fragile agreement between the two parties. Burned.

"Hey!"

After the last orc also entered the cabin, old Nazgorin took his son to the dock, and behind him, the human sergeant suddenly shouted at him.

The old warlord turned his head and saw that the human sergeant picked up a battle axe from the weapon pile beside him and threw it to him. Old Nazgorin took it in his hand, and he looked at the human doubtingly. He took a breath and said to him:

"I can actually understand the thoughts of the veterans. For the soldiers, letting go of the weapon means death, we have made sacrifices, and you have done the same. Although you are still hating each other, maybe this is a good start, I hope Your journey has been smooth, and I hope we will never see each other on the battlefield."

There was a smile on the corner of Old Nazgorin's mouth. He nodded, carried the tomahawk behind him, then stretched his fist and thumped it in his chest:

"If there is such a day, I will spare your life, humanity, my name is Nazgorin! Remember my name, if you are besieged by the orcs, maybe this name can save your life."

The human sergeant sneered:

"It's not necessarily who will let go by then."

He pursed his lips and waved to Nazgorin and his son:

"Colonel of the Fourth Army of Lordaeron, Wimr. Pastin, you should go! Goodbye... no, I will never see you again."

In the dusk of the Hillsbrad hills, the huge merchant ship set sail amidst the jingle of the ding ding sailing bell, the sun shining on the white sails, reflecting the bright halo, in the blue sea sun Next, the orcs will go to the wild land to start a new life, and their grudges with the eastern continent will be forcibly cut off at this moment.

Those hatreds, killings, **** memories will become a common nightmare in the hearts of humans and orcs, people who love peace, no one wants to open it again.

The drunken human sailors threw the rum in their hands to the orcs on the deck, and the orcs gathered together looked at the waves in front of them, and some delicate guys sang the songs of the clan era, At first, a ship was singing, and finally the entire fleet was shrouded in the desolate song.

The shamans evoked the wind and drove the ship faster, while the human warriors stood on the empty pier, watching the biggest enemies in the past ten years leave the continent In the sea breeze, they watched the fleet disappear under the horizon, and some soldiers began to call. Soon, more cheers rang from the port of Nanhai Town, and others burst into tears.

The war is over... peace, peace has finally arrived.

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