Azeroth’s Death Track

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"They are gone..."

Between the morning light of Mount Hyjal and the terrible battlefield, there was silence, and the demons who lost the leader were finally repulsed by the night elves who paid a terrible price, and they were greeted by the coalition forces of Felwood and Hyjal The angry elves of the mountain joined forces to hang.

But on this golden battlefield, the young people of the tribe were lost.

In this dawn, their fathers left with the glory of atonement, and the arms that had kept them sheltered from the wind and rain disappeared. Next, these young people who were still very young and greeted by the storms from the world, Are they really ready?

no one knows...

Thrall stood hard in the morning light of the dawn. He closed his eyes and breathed the air full of the smell of smoky smoke. In front of him, Garrosh and Dranosh, who supported each other, woking with the blade of war. , And the dull looking Jolin, these young men came to him in silence.

No one speaks... No one wants to speak at this time.

A few minutes later, Thrall opened his eyes. He looked down at the Doomhammer lying on the stone behind him. The warm sunlight reflected a beautiful halo on the surface of the black Warhammer. On the ground, a set of quaint and war-stained black plate armour is stacked there. It is the armor of Chief Orgrim, which he built by himself in the world of Draenor.

Like the Destruction Hammer, this black plate armor is also his symbol.

"They asked me to take over as chieftain..."

Thrall said to his friends:

"But I don't know... should I take it."

Garrosh, who was carrying the Blood Roaring Battle Axe, looked at Thrall. He stepped forward and held the black plate armor on the ground in his hand. Then he walked to Thrall's eyes and handed him the plate armor.

"Put it on, Thrall!"

Garrosh stared at the orc, who was smaller than himself, and said in a deep voice:

"The elves won't be so good... their demigods are dead, their great druid is missing, and although it has nothing to do with us, they won't be so easy to relax, the tribe needs a voice!"

Dranosh and Jolin also stepped forward, and Woking hesitated and stepped forward. The three young men looked at Thrall, and Jolin first leaned slightly towards Thrall.

"My wise brother, if you lead, I will obey..."

Thrall’s eyes turned to Dranosh again, and the silent orc smashed his fist on the breastplate. This action represented everything, while Woking, the young troll representing the Darkspear clan, looked Thrall, after a dozen seconds of gaze, Woking bowed his head slightly and said in the ancient troll language:

"Death... chose you, Chief Chief."

"Fur..."

Thrall took a deep breath. He opened his arms and allowed a few young people to put the heavy armor on him. In the gleam of dawn light, Thrall, wearing black plate armor, extended his right hand and will be heavy The Destruction Hammer was held in his hand, and at this moment, the elemental power flashed on his body, a blue thunder leaped on the Warhammer, and then changed into a crimson flame, a blue water flow, and earth yellow The earth.

Thrall moved his wrists. He looked at the night elves who had begun to gather in the distance. He turned back to his brothers and said:

"Then carry our spoils and our glory!"

"Let's go meet them!"

"In the name of... the tribe!"

On the other side, after a night of hard work, the night elf army was already exhausted. The elf soldiers who retreated from the battlefield helped each other back to the camp. They looked around, and many of their compatriots who had fought against the demon together failed to return. And, on the branches of the distant world tree, the elf flashes more frequently than it is several times thicker than before.

The soul of the warrior who had died in battle returned to the tree of the world. Between the life and death cycle presided over by the tree of the world, these souls of war will return to the civilization of the night elves in another form.

And surrounded by the priests of the Temple of the Moon, the tired Moon High Priest Tyrande rode on her Frostsaber, and she led an army, marching in the direction of the battlefield, beside her, Shanti General Yu Yueyue frowned and said to his mother:

"Mother, the orc and the half-death of the demigod and the disappearance of the father have nothing to do... I have told you many times that I can prove their innocence."

"I know, Shantis."

Tyrande glanced at her haggard daughter, and she sighed:

"My poor child, you don’t understand this, the orcs may be innocent, but for our fellow citizens, the truth does not mean everything... We need to start solving the problem between the orcs and Cadore, not just Because of Cenarius or Malfurion, and your question, Shantis."

"I believe that you contacted the human empire and the orc tribe privately to rescue Mount Hyjal out of loyalty, but many high-level priests in the Temple of the Moon don't think so... My daughter, you are too much in this matter Reckless."

"Then let them come!"

A trace of decisiveness and haze flashed on Shantis' face:

"I've already guessed the ugly faces of those people, I have already prepared...if not for your reason, mother, I should have put them all..."

"Enough! Shantis!"

Tyrande's complexion changed, and she yelled:

"The sharp blade in your hand is used to protect the people, not to provoke contradictions! It seems that I am too laissez-faire to you, forget that terrible idea, and never remember it again! The Sentinel Corps cannot participate in the upper-level thinking disputes This will directly cause the split of the people!"

"Trust is not everything! Mother!"

General Shantis did not mean to obey her mother this time. She retorted:

"You can’t manage a country with faith. Open your eyes and see. Mother, the world is undergoing great changes. Every civilization is following in the footsteps of the times. Only us...only we are blinded by faith. , Faith unites our people, but also makes them lazy and degenerate, we also need to accept new thinking, mother... we have to catch up, otherwise we will be eliminated by this era! Penalized by this change!"

"You have too much contact with outsiders, Shantis!"

The adopted daughter’s rebuttal made Ms. Tyrande, who was already in a bad mood, furious. She looked at her daughter and she said in a deep voice:

"You need to stay in Mount Hyjal for a while until you return under the call of Luna..."

"Luna no longer responds to our prayers! Mother, when will you deceive yourself!"

Tyrande's attitude completely exploded General Shantis, who was already in a bad mood. She grabbed her mother's wrist and shouted:

"Have you not awakened by this war? Luna has already disappointed with Kadore's old steps, look at our soldiers, look at our people, mother! Luna has moved his eyes from us opened!"

"Shut up!"

"Snapped"

A loud slap on Shantis' face made General Yuyue’s rebuttal suddenly interrupted at this moment. Shantis looked at his mother dullly, and Tyrande’s chest was up and down. Looking blankly at her waving hand, she shouldn't do it.

She has never done this before...

If the high priest of the moon was only heartbroken because of her daughter’s refusal, then this moment is completely angry. About the moon **** Elune no longer responds to the elves’ prayers, this is the top secret in the temple of the moon god. Shantis shouted out of the crowd, which was equivalent to detonating a bomb directly on the battlefield.

Several Luna priests quickly stepped forward and escorted Shantis Yuyue from the soulless. Ms. Tyrande looked at her daughter's lonely back, her heart tightened at this moment.

But the will as a religious leader returned quickly, and the high priest quickly adjusted her emotions. She said to the nervous pastors next to him:

"Block this news...can't let the people hear bad news at this moment."

Several high-level priests were ordered to leave, while the high priest continued to march into the battlefield, but as they approached the edge of the battlefield, a cry of exclamation continued to sound in the ranks of the elves, Tyrande Lifting his head, he saw two young orcs walked out of the battlefield with a huge head. The gritty head was the head of Malonus, the destroyer of the commanding demons.

These orcs really did... they killed a big demon with a mortal body... unimaginable.

Garrosh and Dranosh both carried Malonos's head. Although they were seriously injured, at this moment, the young people stood up, where the night elves went, where the demon head went. To cast a look of amazement and respect on them, to fear the strong, to honor the glory, is the common emotion of all civilizations and races.

Before the meaning of the demon head, High Priest Tyrande also hesitated. She reached out and motioned for the army to stop at the same place. Under the protection of several guards, the high priest pulled the reins and let the Frostsaber carry her. As she stepped forward, she looked at Thrall and Yorin walking in front of the head, as well as Woking, the night elf's religious leader said in a calm voice:

"Orc, where is your great chief? I have something to ask him."

Jolin and Woking looked at the powerful night elf lady in front of them. They glanced at each other, and then moved a step to the sides, while Thrall, wearing black plate armour and holding the hammer of destruction, took a step forward. Blue eyes looked at the night elf high priest in front of him, he said softly:

"Ms. Tyrande..."

"Tribe, listen to your voice..."

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Three days later, Orgrimmar’s Valley of Wisdom, the highest mountain in the city, can overlook Orgrimmar, the red land of Durotar, and the sea in the distance.

Varian Wrynn, dressed in casual clothes and carrying his wife, is standing in front of a circle of steles at the end of the Valley of Wisdom. This time, the King of the Storm Kingdom came to mourn the tribal chiefs who died in battle as a private person.

Although privately, the deep hatred between Varian and the orcs is difficult to eliminate, his father died in the hands of the orc assassins, and his country was once broken by the orcs, but that was the blood debt of the old tribe, and now , Those enemies are already lying in the grave in front of them.

As a warrior, he could not deny the glorious battle of the old chiefs of the tribe. The kind of glory as a warrior made him have to come here to pay his respects to these heroes. Of course, this is just a war One of the purposes of Ryan’s trip is that the current battle between Ash Valley and Felwood Forest has entered the final strangulation period. A devil of scattered sand is not a threat at all, but considering the considerable number of demons, this war is the last There is still a long way to go at the end.

Varian came to Orgrimmar for another reason, advancing the alliance agreement signed between the orcs and humans, especially after the orcs have a new chieftain and a new ruling system. It becomes urgent.

The cemetery in front of Varian has a strong orc style, with only a few simple stone tablets, inscribed with the lives of the heroes lying there, and in front of the stone tablet, a greasy skull is placed, which is Ma The bones of Lonos are placed here as a memorial to the glory of the heroes.

Varian stared at the stone tablet in front of him. He seemed to see the scene when these orcs were fighting with the terrifying abyss lord. He saw their will to bathe in blood, but he did not want to give up, which made him unable to hold out his hand. , Holding his wife's finger, he whispered to Valilla standing beside him:

"The real hero lies here, and hatred can't obliterate this. Their battle is what I long for. The glory they won for themselves also makes me feel envious."

"Our ancestors have won us freedom with blood and sacrifice... They are called heroes, which is veritable praise. Compared with them, the courage we have is nothing to mention."

A low voice sounded behind Varian. The king turned around and saw Thrall coming alone. This young orc was wearing black plate armor, and the scars on the armor made him look more like a Warrior, not a shaman.

At the moment when he saw Thrall, a smile flickered in Varian's eyes. He pointed to the skull in front of him and said to Thrall:

"I also have this thing. Although it is not as big as you, it is a good collection. I was still thinking about how to deal with it. But now it seems that maybe the devil's head is made into a sculpture or throne. , Should be a good choice."

Thrall blinked, and he shrugged:

"About your bet with Kane, I heard that Kane lost in the end... he was very unconvinced, the old bull was very irritable these days, he has been emphasizing the reason why he lost to you , Because you have the advantage of weapons, he said it won’t win!"

"But he still lost..."

Varian smiled:

"So, when is he going to come to New Stormwind City to sign a deal? I can wait."

"That's the problem between you and Kane. The tauren is an ally of the orcs, but we don't interfere with the choice of companions... Speaking of this, shouldn't you just come here for this?"

Thrall looked at Varian and he said:

"Is there anything important?"

Varian nodded. He wiped his wife's waist. The latter nodded and turned into the shadows, leaving room for conversation to his husband and the chief of the orc. When there were only two people , The human king lowered his voice and said to Thrall:

"It's Northrend...our friend Ironbeard Dwarfs, and found something terrible over there..."

"Considering that we are already allies, I want to ask you, are you interested in joining in?"

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