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"No, how could they treat my people like this!"This is the cry from Vol'jin. After a long recovery, Vol'jin, who was cured under the protection of the Black Prince, finally embarked on his return home. He returned to the troll territory of Durotar through a secret way. Echo Island. However, the hometown he dreamed of was a different scene. It was full of oppressed trolls, and the orcs had become high-level managers. What he saw was the direct army of the little Hellscream, Kuronka, looking after it.. All the trolls were shackled and engaged in heavy physical labor. But when it came to the old trolls, these brutal orcs abandoned them and left them to fend for themselves.

"Enough, these orcs have gone so far, I must let them get the punishment they deserve!"Although there is endless anger hidden in his heart, Wojin still has to force himself to calm down. Anger will only push himself into the abyss. Facing multiple enemies, a person's strength is limited, and he needs help. At this moment, The leader of the trolls thought of Thrall immediately. He did not believe that Thrall had acquiesced in all this. At this moment, Thrall should still be teaching shaman apprentices in the Valley of Strength. If he could see Thrall, Vol'jin believed that All problems will be solved.

However, when Vos escaped the Kor'kron patrol from the alley and came to the Valley of Strength, he discovered that this place was also blocked by the small Hellscream troops, and he had to pass through these Kor'kron to enter and exit. personnel inspection. Obviously this did not surprise Vol'jin, and he was slightly relieved. At least this proved that Thrall had nothing to do with this operation, and his trust in Thrall had not been destroyed by this vicious incident. A small investigation could not stop Wo'jin. With his amazing skills, Wo'jin followed the winding path from the shady side of the mountain to cross the mountains and the Kor'kron blockade.

When he climbed to the Valley of Power, On the top of the mountain, looking down at the shaman who was communicating with the elements, Vol'jin finally breathed a sigh of relief. At least there were no Kor'krons here. As we all know, the little Hellscream admires power, and for the legacy left by his ancestors They didn't care about things that communicated with the elements.

But despite this, Vol'jin still didn't dare to relax. He quietly entered the Valley of Power step by step from the folds of the unknown mountains. This was not Orgrimmar after all. There is no strong guard force, and the shamans who are in training are unable to detect the approach of a troll leader. Vol'jin's actions are still very safe.

Vol'jin, who is hiding in the shadows at this moment, is more like a Waiting for the opportunity to take action in an instant, he relied on the troll's shadow escape technique to keep moving forward in the shadows until a voice stopped him."Who is it? There is no need to be sneaky in the Valley of Strength. If you are here to challenge, Please show your identity and have an upright fight."The person who spoke was a girl who was not gentle, but she sounded all too familiar to Wo'jin. Wo'jin, whose shadow faded and revealed his body, immediately attracted the attention of the orc woman. She was just slightly stunned and immediately put on her clothes. He put on a smiling face, and the small fangs drove the black and red lips to outline the smile. It is so ugly and unbearable from human eyes, but in Wo'jin's eyes, it is the best welcome ceremony.

"Long time no see, Agna. If you can, please allow me to go to a quiet place to talk. It's too noisy here after all."At this time, Agma, who was holding the little orc in her arms, was full of happiness. She seemed to be enjoying the quiet time away from the dispute. But the appearance of Vol'jin was destined to break all this. After a little hesitation, Agnar made up her mind. , after all, Wo'jin, who was in a hurry, obviously had something very important to tell his husband, Thrall. At this moment, he looked around and found that no one was paying attention, so he came with Wo'jin, who had disappeared again. Relying on a tent on the edge of the Valley of Power.

The orcs' residence is as rough and full of wildness as ever, even their former chief Thrall is the same. Opening the tent, Thrall is still feeling the power of the elements, and the wind blows on his cheeks. Breathing naturally, Thrall, as the messenger of the earth, has an extra responsibility, which is why he resigned from the position of chief. I just didn't expect how serious the consequences of his decision would be.

"Dear, I have brought you news from an old friend. I hope it will not disturb your communication with the elements."Agna's gentle voice made Sal open his eyes slightly."You will never disturb me at any time, my love."As the power of the elements dissipated, Thrall stood up and opened his eyes. When he saw Vol'jin, he opened his arms and hugged Vol'jin,"I haven't seen you for a long time, my friend. I heard that you are with Vol'jin. Little Hellscream went to Pandaria, I didn't expect to see you so soon"

"I'm glad to see you too, but this time I'm afraid it won't be that simple."Wo'jin's bitter face was hesitant to speak, letting Thrall know the seriousness of the situation. And Agna also knew that they seemed to have important things to talk about, so she also took the child out of the room and returned to the quiet place. In the tent, only Vol'jin and Thrall were left.

"Is there something wrong with the trolls or something is wrong with the tribe. Thrall had already seen something from Thrall's erratic eyes, and asked closely."There is no problem with the trolls and the tribe. The biggest problem lies with your successor, little Hellscream.""Thall couldn't help but frown when he mentioned little Hellscream. This hot-blooded guy would indeed give people a headache, but he believed that the supervisor who stayed with little Hellscream would be responsible for the task of watching over him.

But what Vol'jin said next, Thrall felt that he had been closed off for too long, and he couldn't help but blame himself for not caring about the overall situation and only pursuing communication with the elements."The tribe is already the tribe of little Hellscream, and he has cut off all restrictions. Oversight of his power, Cairne Bloodhoof is dead, the undead and blood elves are excluded from the Horde alignment system, and the trolls……"Speaking of the troll Wojin, his green fangs showed a look of hatred, and he squeezed out every word from the corners of his tightly closed mouth,"The trolls were supervised and lived like slaves. They became the slaves of the Kor'krons." The prisoners are under overall supervision."

Wo'jin did not mention the fact that he was almost assassinated, but even such heavy news made Thrall unable to accept it for a while. Thrall, who was pacing back and forth, clutched his chest belonging to the Elemental Sha The beaded strings and bulging veins indicated that he was on the verge of losing control. A Guardian losing control is terrifying. He may become the next Deathwing and bring disaster to Azeroth. Fortunately, Sal was wise and rational enough to avoid an out-of-control situation.

After a long time, when Thrall took a breath and turned his gaze from staring at the brown cloth on the top of the tent to Wo'jin, it also indicated that he finally regained his composure. But the deep anger in his eyes still showed no sign of compromise. Little Hellscream would not be forgiven, and Thrall would never allow his chosen successor to be a person of such character. He decided to correct this mistake himself, but before that, he had to raise an army and use Durotar as a stronghold to launch a counterattack against Orgrimmar. Although Thrall had never thought about capturing the main city of the tribe, at this moment he had no choice.

"Vol'jin, my friend, let's start the war and get the Horde back on track."Looking at Wojin Thrall opposite, the determination in his deep eyes ignited Wo'jin. The troll chief nodded silently and said,"First of all, starting from Echo Island, the trolls have never been slaves. They were not before. It is even less likely to be the case in the future."

Standing in the center of the Valley of Power, Thrall said loudly to the new shamans who were looking at them,"Fellow compatriots, what is the glory and freedom in your eyes?"At this time, the surrounding shamans had noticed Wo'jin's existence, but out of trust in Thrall, they did not scream or report the armed men outside or any other drastic action. After all, in the shaman world In front of the legendary Thrall, they thought like students that a new course was about to begin.

However, they did not expect that Thrall would talk about the little Hellscream,"Fellow compatriots, as you can see, the tribe is a big family. We should unite and love each other... They are gathered together, but your chief, little Hellscream, has betrayed his original oath. They excluded other tribesmen except the orcs and started a war in Pandaria, the land of the pandaren. Now even the troll chief Vol'jin was almost killed. I don't know what you think, but I will never tolerate such a thing. Happen, for glory."

Thall's long opening remarks made the shamans listening to the class couldn't help but commotion, and the whispers never stopped. But this was a normal reaction in Thrall's opinion, and then he asked Wo'jin to tell another story about his experience. After reading it again, when Vol'jin emotionally talked about how he was being persecuted, the orc shaman completely exploded. They shouted slogans for the little Hellscream to roll off the chief's throne, while each picked up their weapons. The call was obviously enough. , and at this moment the Kor'krons also noticed unusual movements in the Valley of Power, and they began to enter the Valley of Power for routine inspections. What awaited them was the thunder and lightning called by Thrall."From now on, we will not We will flinch. In order to rescue our fellow trolls who are being held in custody on Echo Island, let us take up arms for blood and glory!"With the shouting of this slogan, an armed force aimed at rescuing the trolls was organized. The war started from the moment they stepped out of the Valley of Power, and at this time, the tribes that Thrall contacted through special powers The old troops also began to gather together. Such a big move certainly attracted the attention of Kor'kron, a small force directly under Hellscream, but Thrall and Vol'jin's preemptive strike caught them off guard. The war started with lightning speed, Thrall and Vol'jin's troops quickly disarmed the Kor'kron army guarding the Valley of Strength. Echo Island became the first step in their revolutionary war. The smoke of war and the roar of swords never stopped. Even if they saw Thrall still feels heartbroken by the scene before him. The internal fighting between tribes is heartbreaking no matter what the reason is.

But this is necessary. Without fighting, the wrong route cannot be ended. Maybe Thrall should have thought of Xiao The mad blood Hellscream inherited from his father would one day engulf him in madness, but Thrall did not expect that this day would come so quickly, so fast that there would be no room for salvation.

"Case, go rescue the hostages and remember not to have a head-on conflict. Will notifies the front line to increase artillery fire and try not to affect the troll village!"The orders from Thrall were executed one after another, and the counterattack from Echo Island finally started. Under the roaring gunfire, the same green-skinned orcs fought together. They were not the kind of evil orcs who lost their minds, but because of A war broke out between different lords. This was not what Thrall wanted to see. But when he saw these Kor'kron soldiers abusing the troll children and hanging him up for punishment, he knew that there was no room for relaxation. As the commander-in-chief, he must persevere.

Vol'jin, who is rushing to the front line, obviously has no such concerns. Wielding a war spear, he shows no mercy to those scum who bully fellow trolls in the name of orcs. It seems that their blood It can bring glory to himself. And as the trolls are rescued one after another, his sense of honor becomes even stronger. If Thrall hadn't deliberately released the tranquility spell for him, he might have become a bloodthirsty man. The mad demon.

Under the command of Thrall, the Kor'krons were defeated in the war. Thrall and Vol'jin quickly occupied Echo Island. Looking at the crowd of tribesmen, Vol'jin cast a grateful look at Thrall. But Thrall But he shook his head,"It's not over yet. Little Hellscream won't give up. A large army from Orgrimmar will reinforce here at any time to let your troll messenger pass."Lor'themar and Sylvanas are about to start a self-defense battle."A war is about to start at any time while another battle is still raging.