Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Om"

The blue light curtain shone in the cold weather of the northerly tundra. At the edge of the new city of the draenei, a teleport node was activated. Between the magical convergence and the shine, the door of the space was one by one. Point torn apart.

"It's so cold."

The first to walk out of the gate was Thrall, who was holding a one-handed warhammer and shield. As soon as the young warlord stepped out of the portal, he felt that Northrend's climate of not welcoming strangers, the cold wind pounding him mercilessly. Even though he had put on warm clothes, the broken wind still penetrated into his armor from all corners.

As a shaman, when he stepped into this land, Thrall felt that the elements of this place were abnormally active. Compared with other parts of the world, the elements here were even active to the extent of "crazy".

This is obviously not normal.

"Orc!"

At the moment when Thrall walked out of the portal, the draenei guards guarding the edge of the portal grabbed their weapons. Compared with the hatred of humans and orcs, the grievance between the draenei and the orcs is already regarded as The blood sea in the true sense is enmity, that is the centuries of mutual conquest that continued between the two races. In the turmoil of the world of Draenor, the draenei were almost killed by violent orcs. The cities they built in that world were all destroyed by the orcs.

In fact, if it wasn't the Grand Vindicator Marrard who still kept his reason, the Vindicators here had already rushed up with weapons and gave Thrall a happy heart.

Although Thrall, who was born and raised in the New World, has nothing to do with those hatreds and wars, but his race has been resolved. Since he was born, he will have to bear these... these heavy things.

The draenei's unabashed hostility was also felt sharply by Thrall, his left hand resting on the waist hammer.

"Well, this place... doesn't look very welcome to me."

"Calm down, Draenei friends!"

Then everyone who walked out of the portal saw the scene of daggers in front of him. The Mage Draran, who had been sent by the Dalaran to assist the draenei to survey the terrain, took a step forward and looked at their big defense indifferently. The official said:

"This orc is well-meaning. He is also one of the members of this operation. The elemental spells he masters can help us quickly walk through the snow."

"The draenei are willing to help the human empire because you have helped us."

Marrad glanced at Thrall. He set his sights on the human friends in front of him. He said:

"But you didn't inform us in advance, and there are orcs who will join the operation. You should know the grievances between the draenei and the orcs..."

"Can your grievances be put in a while?"

Tenred Proudmoore, armed with two war knives, interrupted the dispute between Modra and Marrad with the impatience of the young man. He looked at the surrounding terrain left and right, he said in a deep voice :

"Where is my sister? I only care about this now!"

"Ms. Jaina is in the port, we have prepared for you a boat that can quickly cross the frozen sea between the northerly tundra and the keel wilderness."

Marrard was also a sensible rhinoceros. He finally looked at Thrall, turned around, and signaled the wardens to retreat.

"But only this time, the draenei city will never welcome the arrival of the orcs, especially... the miscellaneous and liar of the Frostwolf clan!"

This apparent hostility made Thrall's face slightly change, he wanted to say something, but was stopped by Vol'jin who had clenched the recurve knife. As a priest of Loa who was about to be promoted to Shadow Hunter, young Vol'jin didn't Need to look back, you can feel the energy reverberating near this place, the attack direction of those energy is obviously directed at them.

"follow me!"

The big sergeant carried the purple crystal warhammer behind him and hurried forward. A few minutes later, they came to the port of the Draenei. These stars from another world are very good at masonry-style architectural art. The port they designed is beautiful and generous, even more so than the port of Boralus in Kul Tiras.

Of course, the area and efficiency of the two are not the same.

At the port’s dock, a sailboat embellished with jewels is moored in the blue, mixed ice water, and the ship has some special installations that look like technology used by the draenei people. On the deck of the ship, a lady with a dark field hood, wearing a blue-and-white robe and holding a staff, she turned around after hearing the movement, and her beautiful face was full of anxiety.

The golden hair with white hair fluttered in the wind. She waved towards the people on the shore and shouted loudly:

"Come on! We have no time to waste."

The elite warriors from several human kingdoms and Dalaran quickly jumped onto the ship. The team of more than 30 people was distributed on the deck, and the last person to board the ship was a bit surprising. The **** officer on the ground said something, and then walked along the ship's board to the deck, which made Archmage Modra somewhat surprised. Her eyebrows were bent upwards and asked:

"This is? Are you coming with us?"

"This is the request of the prophet."

The brave draenei warriors crooked their necks a bit unnaturally, his eyes were always on Thrall from time to time:

"We have experience in exploring the wilderness of dragon bones, you also need a guide, and most importantly, I am instructed to protect you... that's it."

"boom"

The draenei sailor activated the switch on the ship. After a buzz, the underwater propeller quickly operated. Under the skilled operation of the sailors, the ship crossed the coast ice at a very fast speed. The frozen mist rushed towards the direction of the dragon bone wilderness.

"We will land from the walrus man's port, which is nearly a hundred kilometers away from where the dark magic floats. If you go straight, it may take several hours of emergency march."

The garrison spread out a simple map and placed it on the table in front of everyone's eyes. His fingers tapped on two locations on the map:

"This road is the most recent, but there are also risks. Nerubians are established in the dark kingdom underground. There is an exit on this road. Although most of the activities of the Nerubians after Azjol-Nerub was destroyed by the Scourge It’s rare, but you still can’t rule out the interference of those underground people, it’s a tough guy.

"Why not go by land?"

Tanred leaned beside his sister and looked at the map, he asked in a low voice:

"The time to travel by land should be shorter."

"Because after being defeated by the undead, the spiders have moved from the underground to the northeast of the north wind tundra, where there is an above-ground city. The road from the ground to the dragon bone wilderness has been blocked by the spider."

The sergeant said with a sullen expression:

"First the spider demon, then the demon, the undead are also probed into the north wind plain, and the peaceful time lasted for less than 3 years, which is really frustrating."

"I can communicate with the spirit of the elements and let us walk through the snow quickly."

Thrall's voice sounded from behind them, and Jaina turned her head and smiled at the young orc:

"Thank you, Thrall, I never thought that you could do this for Arthas."

"This is for peace."

Thrall shook his head. He glanced at the cold-faced Marrad. He said:

"Furthermore, Arthas is my friend. When we were in Lordaeron, we took care of him. We also fought side by side together."

"Huh, friend?"

As soon as the orc's voice fell, the sergeant snorted, smashed the drawing pen in his hand on the table, and turned away. This action made the people around looked at each other, and the conversation was no longer there.

The big sergeant walked to the edge of the ship's side, he looked at the sea blocked by white frost, and his pale blue eyes sparkled some inexplicable emotions. On weekdays, he was not such a person, but Thrall was here. The critical moment appeared, and the anger that suppressed him could no longer be maintained.

In other words, he did not aim at Thrall intentionally, but the Frostwolf emblem on Thrall's armor and his face resembling Durotan reminded him of those unbearable pasts.

"You hate me, I can feel it."

A low voice sounded behind the big sergeant, and Marard suddenly turned back to see the young orc standing behind him, who was looking at him with his own eyes, there was not much resentment in his eyes, more Mostly curious.

"Is my clan or my looks irritating you? Why? Can you tell me?"

"You should go back and ask your father, the orc, and let him tell you the blood on their hands. We welcome your father in a kind gesture, and what about them?"

Marrad's fists clenched tightly, and in the sound of the interdigitation of bone fingers and steel, he looked at the young orc fiercely:

"They responded to us with deception and war! You all deserve to die! Orcs deserve to die! Especially the frost of the Frostwolf clan!"

"I don't understand this!"

Faced with the sudden outburst of anger from the Grand Vindicator, Thrall stepped back subconsciously, but he still gritted his teeth and said:

"I was born in Azeroth. I haven’t seen my parents since I was born. When I was 12, I found my people. No one told me what they did in the past. You look like Is an insider, can you tell me?"

"Ok?"

Mallard narrowed his eyes:

"Durotan is your father. I can see the figure of the liar from your face, but he is dead? How did he die? Forget it... It's not important, I can only say, die well!"

"enough!"

Thrall stepped forward, his fists clenched tightly, and he shouted:

"You are not allowed to insult my father! The draenei!"

"Do you think your father is a hero?"

Marrard looked at Thrall ironically:

"Do you want to know what the miscellaneous past did? Well, I will tell you, I hope you will not feel ashamed of his blood flowing in the blood vessels after listening..."

"35 years ago, the war between the orcs and the draenei had not yet begun, but we had already noticed the changes that were orchestrated within the orcs. With the prophet’s instruction, we began to strengthen the internal protection... Me and my sister At that time in Thamore, it was a small city, close to the Nagrand Prairie, that was the border city of the draenei. We used a sacred object to hide the location of this city to avoid friction with the orcs."

The sergeant narrowed his eyes, looked at the sea, and told the young orc the story of the year:

"But one day, two young orcs, as big as you, they got lost and were chased by a group of fierce ogres. After being injured, they accidentally fell outside the city defense of Tamor, my people Saved them, because in the draenei culture, we can’t save ourselves from death, do you know who they are?”

Marrard looked back at Thrall, he said in a word:

"Durotan and Orgrim, are you familiar? Your father, and the war madman who invaded this world, we rescued them, left them to cultivate in the city for several days, our children played with them, and even became "Friends", but at a moment when we didn't realize it, the two cunning miscellaneous found out the blind zone of the city's defense of relics."

"We send them away, give them enough food and supplies, how do they return our life-saving grace? Thrall...hehe, "slave" in human language, this name is for you, you are replacing Your father's atonement, maybe."

"What did they do?"

Thrall looked ugly. He had guessed the end of the story, but he wanted to hear it with his own ears. Under his questioning, Marard closed his eyes in pain, he whispered:

"They attracted the army of blackhands, the violent orcs who drank the blood of the demon. I saw with my own eyes that the two dogs and debris brought the orcs into the blind zone of the city defense. At that moment, they were hidden in the sanctuary. The city underneath was exposed to the bloodthirsty monsters, just one day and one night, Tymor...destroyed, together with the 130,000 draenei among them."

The big sergeant's fist hit the black shipboard hard, his voice deeper.

"When I return from Shattrath City, what do I see? My city is lit by flames. In that ruin, the broken corpses of my people, my countrymen, those innocent children... and me My sister, my only relative."

"From that day, I swear, I will avenge all the dead draenei! I want to avenge all my compatriots in the spirit of heaven! No one can take away my compatriots...the only ones I have left Relatives,"

Marrard looked back at Thrall, his eyes full of blood, he looked at the young orc, watching the pain and despair shining in his eyes, the Grand Sergeant suddenly felt a revenge at this moment Happy, though, he shouldn't do it.

"Do you think your father is a hero? No, he is just a butcher. It is no different from those orc butchers who should go to hell. Do you think I should hate you? Thrall, tell me, do you think the blood flowing in your body Is it noble?"

Facing Marrard's **** questioning, Thrall stumbled back, and the image of the great and noble father described by Elder Drektar collapsed at this moment. He did not think Marr Ladd will lie to him, and there is still a client in this matter.

"I... I will go to Chief Orgrim and ask."

Under Marrard's watch, Thrall said hardly: "I'll figure it out, if that's the case...If this is really...I will, I will repay my father..."

"No need!"

The big sergeant closed his eyes and walked to the cabin. At the end of his sight, the shore of the Dragonbone Wilderness was already in sight.

"We don’t need your atonement, no one will accept your atonement, orcs, the blood of 130,000 compatriots stained my eyes, I won’t believe you anymore, never want to wash your injured blood, that’s The sins that will never be cleaned!"

"You group...sinners!"

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