Shadow Trails in Azeroth

In the mountainous area where the regrouped Shadowmoon Clan is currently located, the arrival of the powerful army today has greatly boosted the morale of the remaining orcs who are fighting against the demons here.

Large tents and bonfires were lit, dispelling the gloomy and dangerous night in Shadowmoon Valley.

Around those campfires, the orcs who had been summoned from all over the world by Ner'zhul sat together with their tribesmen who had returned from another world, telling stories about the past and the current war.

There were also some old orcs who stood on this land filled with destruction and evil energy and sang ancient songs, causing many orc veterans to seem to return to the vanilla era before the violent era.

They hummed too.

The atmosphere in the mountain camp is very good. If you ignore the hostile human warriors patrolling around, the atmosphere is simply perfect.

While the tribesmen and the helpers were having friendly exchanges, Ner'zhul, as the owner of this place, was also entertaining guests from afar on a cliff.

From this cliff, you can see the entire Shadowmoon Valley, and you can even see the outline of Karabor Temple burning evil fire in the night in the distance.

High Knight Turalyon, High Lord Ravencrest, Archdruids Hisari Black Crow and Hamuul Runetotem, Archmage Ansrem Runivever and Archmage Vargoth , Sun Prince Kael'thas Sunstrider, young prince Arthas Menethil, Horde Warlord Brox Saurfang and young Thrall, and Khadgar and his wild girlfriend Ga Lorna.

Representatives of various forces gathered around the large bonfire lit by Ner'zhul himself, listening to the old shaman telling him about his salvation plan. In the shadow of the flames, Black sat on a stone, and Maiev wore a hood. Sitting next to him as an "advisor".

Even the draenei garrison commander Maraad, the Chosen of the Holy Light who had a blood feud with all the orcs, suppressed the hatred in his heart and sat among the crowd.

He not only came on behalf of himself, but also on behalf of Velen, the prophet of the Draenei.

He couldn't express his hatred at this time.

Everyone was waiting for the old orc in front of them to tell him the plan he had been preparing for a long time. However, Ner'zhul did not talk about it at the first opening. Instead, he talked about another thing in a tired and hoarse voice.

"I can feel that the will of the fraudster has returned to this world, just like on the eve of the disaster more than ten years ago. I can sense that it is preparing something in this world."

Beside the burning bonfire, Ner'zhul, with a strange white ghost face painted on his face, said to everyone:

"Everyone present should know that it was Gul'dan who beguiled the once simple orcs to drink the blood of demons, pushing the orc civilization into the abyss of violent war.

The guy who committed the heinous crime was my student, and I deeply regret that.

As the leader of the Shadowmoon Clan and the wisest prophet in the orc civilization at that time, I failed to discover the evil side of Gul'dan under the disguise of being studious.

It was I who helped him be accepted into the Shadowmoon Clan, and it was I who gave Gul'dan more and more power. In the end, it was I who inadvertently helped Gul'dan establish the Shadow Council that had tortured the orcs for more than ten years.

I was the one who helped Gul'dan establish the tribe under his influence. That guy used my reputation to easily unite the orc clans together and twist them into a destructive army.

These are all my fault,

Therefore, I am part of all Gul'dan's sins, and I will not deny it. The draenei have every reason to hate me, and the orcs have every reason to despise me.

I will accept all of this calmly, but today I want to tell you something. This is the first time I have told others about it. It has been buried in my heart for more than ten years. "

The old orc sighed. With other people looking at him with different eyes, he stared at the bonfire in front of him and whispered:

"The reason why I was easily bewitched by Gul'dan back then was not only because the warlock was good at disguise, but also because the leader of the Burning Legion used Gul'dan's hand to root his will into my mind.

The guy who was once called the 'Benefactor' by the orcs, Kil'jaeden the Deceiver, the great demon of the Burning Legion, once disguised himself as the soul of my late wife Rur'kan to talk to me.

During that short period of time, I became Kil'jaeden's puppet among the orcs. I trusted him almost without reservation, and ultimately ruined the future of the orcs and the world.

Because of my stupid mistake, the ancestral spirits abandoned me and they no longer responded to my call.

After Kil'jaeden and his servant Gul'dan achieved their goals, they abandoned me and left me to fend for myself. It was at that time that I withdrew from the orc stage and became a self-exiled loser. "

Ner'zhul touched the white ghost face paint on his face. In the crowd, Arthas was also whispering to his compatriots about the origin of the white ghost face.

The little prince is now considered half a Draenor scholar, and he knows a lot about these foreign cultures.

After a few seconds of silence, Ner'zhul spoke again:

“I’m not saying this to win your sympathy, everyone, I’m just telling you some bad news based on my personal experience.

Just because I had contact with Kil'jaeden, I will never forget the trembling feeling in my heart until my death, and now, that feeling is back.

It represents Kil'jaeden's return.

The fraudster has set his sights on all of us, and his evil plot is likely to explode on each of you. "

The old orc turned to look at the indifferent General Maraad, and whispered:

"Especially you, draenei, be careful.

I can feel that Kil'jaeden is coming for you this time. He may want to repeat what happened to the orcs on you draenei people. "

"thanks for your reminder."

Maraad said expressionlessly:

“I will tell the Prophet.

But don't waste your time, orc, we're not here to listen to you share your past stories, we care more about how you want to save this endangered world? "

"Perhaps we should start with Evermore Woodland?"

Hamuul Runetotem was sitting by the campfire, leaning on his cane, wagging his tail, and said angrily:

"The Archdruid of Staghelm is trying to reactivate the vitality of that magical woodland. If we can find a way to revive it, Draenor's dying ecology can be reshaped!

Everyone, we are not just fanciful. Although that forest land is almost exhausted, it has terrible potential. It is like a dormant beast.

Although it is weak, as long as it is given enough time to recuperate, it can restore this desolate world to natural balance on its own. "

"Yes, the Cenarion Order has prepared many natural relics."

Hisari Black Crow also spoke:

"Those holy objects are being transported to Draenor. It is the bounden duty of us druids to save a dying world. Your Excellency, the great shaman, do you know anything about the mystery of that woodland?

Can you share this knowledge with us? "

"That's exactly what I'm going to say, everyone."

Ner'zhul raised his hand to signal the druids to calm down. He coughed a few times and said:

“I once entered Azeroth, and as a shaman in Azeroth, I felt the majestic elements and the harmony of life in that world.

It was the stories of the Lords of the Four Elements and the Guardians of the Titans of your world that inspired me.

After returning to my world, I went to the withered Throne of Elements several times to check, and I finally confirmed my suspicion. Before Gul'dan disrupted the orc civilization, he sacked Draenor's elemental shrine under the guidance of his evil master.

I once thought it was just him venting his anger on the elemental spirits who refused to bless him, but it wasn't until a certain visit a year ago that I discovered the truth. "

The old orc looked at Brox Saurfang, who was a few years younger than him, and asked:

"Brox, do you remember the weird natural disasters that occurred across Draenor in the years before the Horde was established?"

"Who could forget?"

The orc warlord recalled with a painful expression:

"Summer floods pushed back the arid regions of Gorgrond and Nagrand, and Tanaan Jungle and the Spiers of Arak were hit by unprecedented snowstorms in the fall.

Talador's rivers dried up in the winter, our domesticated clefthoof cattle died in large numbers, and even Shadowmoon Valley, which had always been fertile and beautiful, suffered a drought that had never happened in a century.

There was also the outbreak of the Red Mist Plague.

It is precisely because of those abnormal natural disasters that everyone cannot survive, and it is precisely because of the bad situation that led to the alliance of clans and the establishment of tribes.

You once told us that it was because we did not respect our ancestors, but Gul'dan was more direct. He predicted that the elements had abandoned us, and said that the draenei were persecuting the orcs with a conspiracy. "

"We Draenei were also severely affected in those years, and our domesticated Tabu sheep also died in large numbers."

Maraad couldn't help but say:

"But even when we were also infected by the plague, we still subsidized food for some of your clans who couldn't survive! But you are all blind!

Choose to be deceived and manipulated by a bastard like Gul'dan! "

The draenei's scolding made Brox lower his head. The old orc really couldn't refute such an issue.

"Okay, what I want to talk about today is not these hatreds."

Ner'zhul raised his voice, interrupting Maraad's scolding, and said:

"Those natural disasters did not come out of thin air. It was precisely because Gul'dan used the power of demons to disrupt the elemental cycle in the world of Draenor that the natural disasters were caused.

Listen to me, everyone.

Our Draenor is a small world, and the ecosystem here is not as complete and strong as Azeroth. Our world was born from the collision of elements, and the power of the elements is Draenor's "Dinghaishen Needle".

After Gul'dan disrupted the elemental cycle and defeated the elemental lord, the world entered a period of chaotic turmoil. Druids, I can tell you clearly that the Evergreen Grove of Gorgrond also began at that time. Depressed.

The forest elves who once guarded there took the initiative to attack us orcs. At that time, we thought that the always gentle forest elves were crazy, but I didn't know until now.

It was the natural forces they served that were warning them, telling them who the real culprit was in disrupting the world of Draenor.

Unfortunately, forest spirits do not have their own language, so they cannot communicate with us to pass on information, causing us to miss our last chance to save ourselves. "

The old shaman coughed a few times and said:

"Everwood is connected to the heart of the world in Draenor. It is the natural source of this world. It is weakened by the chaos of the elements and can become strong again for the same reason.

The elemental lords of Draenor made a last-ditch effort to save the world. They were angry because the orcs abused fel energy to pollute the world. They fought to the death with Gul'dan's Shadow Council in the hidden place of Shadowmoon Valley.

Eventually, the traitor used the power of his demonic master to corrupt the elemental lords and seal them away. The location was very secret, but luckily, after a long search, I was able to pinpoint the location of the seal. "

Ner'zhul stood up and announced to everyone in front of the bonfire:

“If we want to save this world from the hands of demons, we must release the original power of this world. When the elemental power stirs up in Draenor again, the weakened Everglades will also draw strength from the power of creation to prosper again.

And the vitality it continuously gives to the Heart of the World will pull Draenor back from the edge of destruction to the vanilla era in our memories!

The world will return to the green hometown that the orcs remember, and this time, we will no longer try to monopolize its blessings. We will share this world with all those who need it.

But to open that seal, we orcs alone can't do it! "

The old shaman looked at the people in front of him. Under Brox's stunned gaze, the old Ner'zhul knelt on one knee and begged everyone in front of him:

"This world needs your help, everyone! We are willing to do anything to save our homeland, but we need help from Azeroth.

We also need the help of the Draenei. Only the purest purifying light bloomed by your naaru can bring the elemental lords of Draenor who have been contaminated by evil energy back to purity. "

Everyone fell silent. They felt Ner'zhul's sincerity and the old orc's embarrassment.

After Ner'zhul explained the relationship between the elements of the world and Evergreen Woodland, the druids were naturally willing to help, but the humans seemed a little hesitant.

Turalyon and the archmages were discussing among themselves in low voices, while Arthas next to him looked at the indifferent General Maraad.

The little prince was very curious. In the face of such a thing, would the Draenei, who had a blood feud with all the orcs, lend a helping hand?

Amidst the peeling sound of the bonfire burning, Maraad's expression was uncertain. This famous hawk commander among the draenei did not seem to intend to agree immediately.

Garona, who had been silent all this time, suddenly raised her head and said to Maraad in Draenei:

"Rylan's biggest wish during her lifetime was that Draenor would become the homeland of the Draenei, just like Argus in her memory. In her last letter to me, she wished me to live in this world.

This is her last wish.

Help them, uncle, please. "

"Don't mention that name in front of me! It will only make me hate them even more!"

Maraad roared angrily.

"Lelan" is his sister's sister and the name of Garona's mother.

"Orc! I can't wait to swing my war hammer and smash your head in."

The garrison commander stood up. He finally couldn't suppress it anymore and shouted to Ner'zhul:

"I have longed to do this in countless dreams."

"Come on, smash it."

Ner'zhul's reaction was more direct.

He pointed to his head and said to Maraad:

"Anything to make you less angry, anything to help you."

"enough!"

The defense officer clenched his fists, turned around and strode away. In the shadow of the burning flames, he said coldly:

"I will convey your request to the Council of Bishops, but I will not let you go, orcs! Every orc who has blood on his hands will be my enemy.

If a new world can be built on these ruins, then your heads will be my gift to this new world!

You old-time villains don't deserve to step in there! "