Stormwind God

Even when Mount Hyjal faced the demon leaders of Kazak, Brox never flinched.

He is undoubtedly a hero. When confronted with the twin demon lords of Kazak, he was ordered to take the resistance team to intercept the demon commandos trying to assist their leader,

At that time he wielded a warhammer and killed the enemy bravely. When the last comrade-in-arm was split in half by the gargoyle without waiting for reinforcements, he avenged his comrade-in-arms and smashed the gargoyle with a hammer.

Then, Shino was silent.

When Thrall rushed to the army, Brocks's scar was standing lonely in a pool of blood, leaving Thrall very impressed.

In Thrall's view, Brox's name should be almost as respectable as Thrall.

An early exit against Archimonde ruined this supposedly perfect glory.

But Thrall chose him not only because of his strength and rich face. What's more, Thrall knows Brox's loyalty.

It is impossible for Thrall to send an army for such a mission to travel through time and space. He needs a strong confidant to complete this task for him.

It should have been like this, but a guy who gave Thrall a headache appeared.

A burly and fierce figure rushed into Thrall's account, then picked up Nozdormu's dragon scale, and passed the test in just 10 seconds.

Thrall's mouth was bitter: "For ancestors' sake, don't make me embarrassed ... Grom * Hellscream!"

Growling gasp, he didn't look at Thrall, but instead looked at Krasus on the appearance of the elves: "I heard that Duke will go too."

When Krassus said the word "Yes!", Thrall had a headache.

"Then I'll go too!" Yehuo was decisive, an unquestionable tone.

"The tribe needs you more." Thrall tried to explain.

"What do I need to do? Cut down the demons that run like scared rabbits? Or grab the human revenge target and cut that Alsace? I heard that the Alliance has cut that Alsace back in half last time. Roma's voice rose.

"Grom, don't forget, you are the chief of the Warsong clan?"

Grom banged his chest and made a loud noise.

"I am a warrior first, and I am an old warrior. I have lived longer than my father and my grandfather combined. In the tribe, guys like my age should have died many times. Are you asking me to watch Duke go on a dangerous task, and then accidentally hang in the task, and finally let me go to see the ancestors with the regret that Duke owes his life? I do n’t owe a human Passionate death! Even if he is a respectable hero! "

Grom was so reasonable that Thrall was speechless.

From Draenor to Azeroth, infant death rates have been high due to factors such as war and harsh environments. Although there are no official statistics, the average age of orcs rarely exceeds thirty, which is an indisputable fact.

Most of the orcs who have lived a long time, most of them are shaman who do not need to go to the battlefield.

Either Brox or Grom, as if they had experienced the battle of the Draenei, the first and second Dark Gates, the battle of Plague in Dalaran, and the battle of Mount Hyjal Living fossils are simply miracles!

Even Grom * Hellscream, who is the Horde's first warrior, is no longer young, he is fifty years old this year.

Fifty years old! An extremely exaggerated age for orc warriors.

Thrall sighed.

"Saar! Don't persuade me! If my son is still alive, he will be in his twenties. Apart from Duke's kindness, I have no regrets in this life!"

Just then, Brocks took a step forward, and Thrall noticed that Brocks's fist clenched even tighter.

Brox's hot eyes were telling Thrall that since he had passed this test, he was willing to fight for it until he died.

Thrall may not know that Brocks also endured a deep sense of guilt, which almost swallowed his soul.

The comrades-in-arms were all dead, and only Brocks was left. He didn't understand, and felt guilty at the same time. Why didn't he justify with his comrades? For him, living is a pity, even a failure. Since then, he has been waiting for an opportunity to atone for sin. Atonement and even death.

Now, fate finally gave him this opportunity.

How could he just give up such an opportunity because Grom's status was higher! ?

The two orc heroes in the two battles were reluctant to let go, which made Thrall very difficult, because Krasus pointed out that only one person was needed.

Suddenly, Nozdormu's scales sounded Nozdormu's voice.

"Then send another orc."

"Uh! Nozdorm ... Your Majesty !?" Thrall was startled.

"It's okay. It's not too much of a problem to send another person back with my strength. At least toss Duke, hey! Who asked him to give me so much trouble ..."

At the same time, before returning to the former site of Karazhan on the headwind path, Duke sneezed loudly.

"Hello"

"It's cold?" The two queens turned back at the same time, looking at Duke strangely.

"No, I feel like a bit of malice from a dragon. Please don't care."

There was a desolation in front of him. After the Karazhan explosion fifteen years ago, here was a piece of scorched earth. After the Second Dark Gate War, Duke was busy tapping into various dark technology talents, and had no time to bird the natural environment here.

Now that I'm on the line with the night elves, Duke wonders if after the return of Karazhan, he will turn a druid or trick Alekstassa to do a favor and turn this place into a green mountain.

After all, if Karazhan is once again his duo's nest, the surroundings are too ugly, at least the three sisters of Windrunner would not like to come over.

At this time, it seemed that the orcs had negotiated.

Suddenly in front of Duke, a large piece of scorched land began to change color, and in a blink of an eye, it became yellow quicksand. After a sound of wind blowing sand, a very small sandy soil dragon appeared.

That was the trumpet Nozdormu.

"Give me space coordinates." A divine thought went straight into the sea of ​​Duke's spirit, which Duke gave simply.

Then, a desert storm that suddenly appeared covering half of the valley.

Even the Greek queen, who did not understand magic, felt that the space was shaking fiercely. As if the sky that had been sealed by death opened a small hole, in the sandstorm, as the sand blew, a clearer outline appeared, the huge tower, the covered bridge, the steeple ...

That's right!

It's Karazhan!

When the huge mage tower restored its original color in the sight of Duke and others, the tall main gate iron gate slammed up, and a silver-haired figure shot out like an arrow.

The next moment, Duke was hugged by a shy girl!