Azeroth’s Death Track

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The tribe's green orcs rushed into the hinterland of Lordaeron, the strongest of the seven human kingdoms, and burned and looted all the way. The Tirisfal area near the capital was all messed up.

The orcs carried out a massacre around Lake Lordanmere, which was very close to the Royal City of Lordaeron. Three small towns were razed to the ground. Thousands of civilians were killed. This massacre completely terrified the residents of the kingdom. They left In order to evacuate his family business, he dragged his family into the lord of Lordaeron to take refuge, and some people were gathered by the Grand Duke Mograine in the monastery on the north side of Tirisfal, where they formed another defense line.

After taking over the Alterac Pass, on the afternoon of the third day of rushing into the hinterland of Lordaeron, Marshal Gathress, who defended the walls of Lordaeron, saw the first orc appear in the horizon, then A whole green army, the battle flags representing different clans fluttered under the sky of Tirisfal, while the defense of the city of Lordaeron was only 30,000.

This must be a real fierce battle, from marshal to soldier, and everyone who remains in the city is ready to die. Only in a real crisis can the ethics of a king be reflected. .

Compared with King Pirino of Alterac, King Terenas Menethil, who had grown old, not only did not give up the city of Lordaeron, but after learning of the arrival of the orc, this The old king also wore ceremonial armor and personally inspired the soldiers on the city walls.

Although many people know that this is just a show, in such a war, being able to defend a city with soldiers is enough for a feudal king!

"The Warriors of Lordaeron!"

"If a barbarous orc is destined to step into this city! Then I... Terenas Menethil, the king and guardian of this kingdom, will be the last one in front of them! Starting today, I am also a member of the guardian city!"

The old king held his sword high. In the eyes of tens of thousands of soldiers, he raised his head proudly. The crown was shining in the sun. The old king whose hair and beard were all white was a brave warrior when he was young, although Years have made his body old.

But when he stood on the battlefield again, his eyes under his white eyebrows were still like a lion awakened by a predator, and his clanging voice, with the help of mages, spread throughout the city.

"They must pass over our corpses before they can enter this city, so as to harm our people!"

"And we will tell them with the sword in our hands! Their roar will not frighten our courage! Their axe will not break our souls!"

"Lordaneron will win! The Alliance will win! Humanity will win!"

"Humanity must win!"

The cry of the whole city sounded at this moment. In the sun, facing the threat, the last courage of mankind was finally ignited. Under the order of Marshal Gathres, the artillery on the tall city wall fired openly, taking the human Unyielding will, in a thunderous explosion and flames, sent the first wave of tempted orcs into hell.

The sound of artillery and the wild roar of the orcs also represents the Azeroth invasion war that has lasted for 6 years. At this moment, the end has finally been reached, and the dispute between humans and orcs is about to come to an end.

But at this important moment, the orc's frontline commander was not their wise chieftain, but the old Daer of the Fireblade clan. Orgrim went to an important place. His whereabouts are top secret!

But he will come soon. Like the old king Terenas, Orgrim is not willing to miss this final war feast.

Where is he?

He is in Alterac Valley!

This is a world of ice and snow. This valley is located in the northwest of the Alterac Mountains, not far from the Tirisfal Glades. This valley is rich in materials. Although the temperature is always cold, the various resources produced here, but Enough to guarantee the survival of the few human beings living here.

But Orgrim didn't come here to slaughter the poor mankind, he came to see his old friend.

The chief with brown skin was half kneeling in the snow, and in front of him were two tombstones with a strong orc style, covered with a somewhat broken flag, which was a white wolf head and a symbol of snowflakes, representing the orc’s Clan-Frostwolf!

On the tombstone, the name of the owner of the cemetery was written in orc language.

"Durotan, son of Chief Galada, the greatest chief of the Frostwolf clan, and his wife Ms. Draka stayed here."

The snow fluttering in the Alterac Valley scene fell on Orgrim's shoulders. The back of this always strong chieftain seemed so lonely in the snow.

His guards are standing far away, and the chieftain is now unwilling to be disturbed.

Orgrim looked at the tombstone in front of him. He reached out his hand and wiped off the snow on the tombstone. A gentle touch appeared in his eyes. He said softly:

"Durotan, old friend, I was lonely when you were away."

"No one in this tribe can understand me. They are afraid of me. They are afraid of me. They obey me just because I can take them to victory. But I know that in the end, after losing the enemy of humanity, the violent blood flowing in their blood vessels. , Will still divide the new world that we finally occupied."

"Everyone thinks we are about to win, but I know, Durotan, as you said, the real orc war is just beginning. Unfortunately, even now, I have not found a way to deal with this soul rage. .."

"If you are still there, you are definitely more suitable than me to be a great chief. Your wisdom, your bravery, old friends, we should have joined forces to rule the tribe."

He took a breath and looked at the smaller tombstone beside him. He said sadly:

"Draka, my friend, I forgot to say, even if I searched most of the human world, I have not been able to find your son, my nephew Guy, but I will not give up, I do not believe in inheriting the Frostwolf Guil of the Blood will die in this new world... I will find him! After breaking the Human Alliance, I will find every corner of this continent!"

"I swear to you! I will find him and train him as his heir! I will bring Guy Yier together to realize the new world we have agreed upon!"

"I will use my hands to build a new civilization for the orcs! I swear!"

As soon as Orgrim's voice fell, a cold voice rang in the snow-covered forest behind:

"Leave here! The chief of the tribe, the Frostwolf clan does not welcome you!"

Along with this sound, the otherwise silent forest came to life at this moment, and hundreds of Frostwolf Orcs armed with spears and war knives drove their war wolves, rushing out of the forest in an unabashedly malicious manner , They surrounded Orgrim and his guards.

These orcs have brown skin and green skin. They look like the enemy, and the most scary are the wolves that follow the Frostwolf cavalry. The huge wolves should have been the most terrible predators in this valley, but Now, they have become the best partners and comrades in the Frostwolf clan.

The wolf howls of the wolf packs one after another. They use the eyes of the predator to look at the dozen orcs who are surrounded. Only with the orders of their companions, these violent wolf packs will pounce and completely wipe out the orcs in front Torn to pieces.

In the face of this terrible threat, the chieftain's Kukaron guards clenched their weapons and were exiled for more than three years. The Frostwolf clan looks stronger than they thought.

The leader of this group of Frostwolf Orcs is an old orc riding on a snow-white war wolf. His eyes have black stripes, which means that he is a blind man, he is bald, and his beard is covered with white. , Looks old, but when he came out of the frost wolf orc, the cold wind of the whole valley was roaring, dancing in the snow, just like welcoming his master.

When he appeared, the frantic wolves were also quiet, this scene is inexplicably awesome.

The old orc jumped from the huge war wolf, and every time he took a step, the elite Kukaron guards who protected the chieftain took a step back. There was no way. The old orc's momentum was too strong, just like this valley. Like the incarnation, they pressed against them arbitrarily, making them almost unable to breathe.

"Get out of Frostwolf's homeland! Orgrim!"

The old orc shouted: "We do not want to have any contact with your tribe! Your war, your victory, has nothing to do with us!"

"Elder Drek'tal!"

Orgrim reached out to pull away the tense guards. He stared at the old orc in front of him without fear. He felt the roar and hostility of the cold wind in front of him. He said softly:

"It seems that the elemental spirits of this world have re-recognized you, and you are stronger than I remember."

Faced with this flattery, the old orc ignored it. He silently "watched" Orgrim, waiting for his explanation, and the chieftain thought for a moment, sincerely said:

"Elder Drek'Thar, I am very sorry for everything Durotan encountered, and I am also very painful. I have personally killed the chieftain Blackhand who contributed to this conspiracy. Now I am leading the tribe, and I have hit Lordaeron. Under the city, I hope that the Frostwolf clan can return to the tribe, and I promise that everything that happened once will not happen again!"

Facing the big chief's solicitation, the powerful orc shaman did not answer, but the Frostwolf orcs who followed him began to roar:

"Liar! You are a liar, Orgrim!"

"You killed Chief Durotan!"

"What about Gul'dan's head? We heard about your business, and you let him continue to serve you!"

"The tribe banished us! Now you want us to join again! Delusion!"

"We won't go with you! You are butchers! You slaughter human children! You have no honor to speak of!"

The Frostwolf Orcs are probably in the current tribe, and finally inherited the tribe of the orc tradition. Although some tribes drank the blood of the demon, with the help of the shaman, they can control themselves and have not fallen into Like other clans, the orc's honor was completely lost.

It was precisely because of the persistence of the Frostwolf clan that he was arbitrarily exiled by the black chief of the previous chieftain. Even their well-loved and respected chieftain Durotan and his wife were assassinated in the hills of Dunho by the killer sent by the Shadow Council Near Alder Castle.

This incident has become a disaster that cannot be reconciled between the Frostwolf clan and the tribe.

"I don't want Durotan to have an accident!"

Faced with this accusation, Orgrim shouted loudly: "I was the best friend since I was a child, we are brothers beyond the bloodline! I killed the Warlock of the Shadow Council to avenge him, leaving Gul'dan Also because I need him to defeat humanity for me!"

"But he won't live forever!"

The chieftain set his eyes on the old orc shaman. He said in a deep voice:

"Trust me, Elder Drek'tar, I will prove it with action! I don’t expect you to join my tribe immediately, but I must draw all the power that can be used to attack Lordaeron, I just hope , For the sake of being orcs, the Frostwolf clan can guard the passage of the Alterac Mountains for us, once..."

"No need to say more!"

Drek'Thar interrupted Orgrim's description. He turned around and guided the War Wolf to disappear into the forest:

"Breeze and snow will completely block this mountain area, but only 7 days, we are not willing to confront humanity, we are not willing to let the second home that we finally find difficult to fight again."

"And I, I am waiting for your action, Orgrim... if Durotan is here, he will also make this choice, but this is the last time! Orgrim, don't let the Frostwolf down, don't Disappoint... your brother who is sleeping underground!"

"Thank you! Elder Drektar."

The chieftain sincerely put his fist in his chest and shouted to the old orc:

"I will personally fulfill Durotan's last wish! I will not let this world repeat the same mistakes!"

When the last Frostwolf Orc also disappeared, the Chieftain took a long sigh of relief. He looked back at Tirisfal's direction and said to the guards around him:

"Go, gather the orcs guarding in the mountains and follow me to the battlefield!"

"There are no worries anymore, now... let's bury the alliance completely!"

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