Just as Shattrath's team of refugees finally joined up with the defenders of Fort Glory after a night of arduous trekking, another special team also reached the front of the Dark Gate. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

A young orc with brown skin carrying a hideous battle axe on his back, respectfully helping an old orc grandmother, walked to the front of the cold dark door, where more than thirty black-robed warlocks were waiting, busily adjusting magic threads and gathering energy in order to activate the dark door.

Tens of thousands of orcs were waiting quietly at the thirty-meter-high gate, all made of hard obsidian, the only remaining orc tribe in the Nagrand steppes, and only a few indigenous inhabitants were left in the once orc-dominated world of Draenor.

And the old orc grandmother who was supported by the young orc, accompanied by two fully armed young orc warriors, carried a simple cane, wore the traditional costume of the orc, and the top of her head was decorated with the mane of the beast, when she approached the dark door, she stubbornly shook off the support of the young orc, she stared at the gate in front of her, as if to maintain her own resistance and unyielding in front of this landmark building of the old era.

"Last time... The last time I was here, I saw off my sons and they never came back..."

The old grandmother's bright eyes were filled with sorrow and pain, and she looked up at the cold black gate with difficulty, as a witness who had personally experienced the orcs from noble to savage, from simple to violent, it was hard to say if she had any special feelings for this dark door, such as hatred.

The black-clothed warlock who had just met General Danas stood respectfully in front of the orc old grandmother, but the old grandmother didn't want to talk to a warlock, as the most ordinary of the old-school orcs, but also the most respected old grandmother of the orcs, she had an extraordinary aversion to the source of all the orcs' disasters, the warlock.

"Dear Mother Goa..."

As soon as Kanressad spoke, he was interrupted by the young orc who was following behind Goa's mother, and the orc, who was seven points similar to Grom, stared at him viciously.

"Don't speak, Warlock, there's no place for you to talk here, and the Sect Mother may not care about your offense, but we do, very much..."

The gloomy warlock looked at the orc with a look without a hint of emotion, and he let out a low laugh,

"Garrosh Hellroar, I've seen your father, it's a pity that you've inherited his power, but apparently haven't fully inherited his spirit, Mother Goa is qualified to speak to me like that, but you... Not yet qualified. ”

"You..."

The young orc was provoked by the warlock's words, and couldn't help but reach out and hold the handle of the battle axe behind his back, but was stopped by the Goa Sect Mother,

"Stand down, Garrosh, don't forget the promise you made to the human warrior when you took this axe!"

This rebuke made the orc a little frustrated, he glanced at the warlock viciously, but under the stern gaze of the old grandmother, he still obediently stepped aside, and the eyes of the grandmother of Goa were still on the dark door, as if this door had caused her too many thoughts, until half a minute later, the old grandmother's eyes turned to the darkness on the left side of the gate,

"Kargas, my child... You're here, why don't you come out and meet me?"

The old grandmother's voice was weak and deep, but there was a kind of oppression and momentum that could not be ignored, and in her gaze, a distorted, tall, red-skinned orc with a body covered with hideous bone spurs stepped out of the shadows where he was hiding, and he strode a few steps, which immediately made Garrosh and his brothers who were guarding Goa's side nervous.

This is a difficult guy to deal with, especially his right arm, which is connected to a black metal fist glove, connected to a fist blade that makes people tremble all over the body when they look at it, that guy is, Kargas, Kargas Blade Fist!

An old monster that survived the last era!

But just as Garrosh and Dranos tried to rush up to protect their grandmother, they were stopped by the old man, who calmly watched Kargas slowly approach, and finally, five paces away from her, Kargas stopped and half-knelt on the ground.

His proud head was lowered, and his black hair was draped over his body, making him look wild.

"Old lady, I came, but I have no face to see you, we have failed, thousands of warriors have been lost, and I am still a coward who escaped, while my brothers were fighting on the other side, I fled, I abandoned them, I have no face to see you. ”

Mother Goa walked to Kargas tremblingly with her cane, and she reached out to put her hand on Kargas's shoulder, and her voice trembled with pain,

"Is that why you haven't come to visit me for so many years?Kargas, you know? I never blame you, it's Gul'dan's fault, it's not yours, it's not the black hand, he has made us fall, the devil has lost us, but Kargas, I'm disappointed... You're still using demonic powers, and your past mistakes haven't woken you up yet?"

Faced with the question of the Patriarch of Goa, Kargas raised his head, his blood-red eyes full of stubborn madness,

"No, old lady, we do use the power of demons, but not for ourselves!I want revenge, I want revenge for my old brothers in the past, revenge on demons, we use their power against them, this is why we follow Illidan, old lady, take these children to Azeroth, we will stay in our land and continue our revenge, the children of the Broken Hand Clan are not afraid of sacrifice, but we have to die worthwhile!"

"Smack!"

The old grandmother slapped Kargas in the face, she was already very old, and she didn't have much strength in her body, but Kargas couldn't help but widen her eyes, and then he heard the grandmother of Goya say loudly,

"Whether it's revenge!or something else, the child is innocent!Go, bring the children of the Broken Hand Clan who have not yet received the demon blood, Kargas, as an adult orc, I can't interfere with your choice, but remember, the Broken Hand Clan you established with your own hands cannot be destroyed in your hands, go, bring the children here!"

After speaking, without waiting for Kargas to answer, the Goa Patriarch looked at Kanressad, the warlock she had never seen before, and she took the initiative to speak for the first time,

"So, Warlock... Can I bring some more kids along?"

Kanressad hurriedly replied,

"Of course, old grandmother, this is your freedom, but I have to take the liberty of reminding you that time is running out, Chief Thrall is waiting for you on the other side, you know, his real name is Gouyle... Yes, your own grandchildren. ”

Mother Goa nodded, a hint of pride on her face at the hearing of Thrall's name, and then she turned back to Garrosh and the two young orcs,

"Garrosh, Dranos and Yorin, take the boys to help Kargas, get those children over, we are running out of time, by the way, you have to be respectful of Kargas, especially you, Garrosh!"

The young men soon left the Dark Gate under the leadership of the three leaders, rode on the wolf, and ran towards the Hellfire Fortress at the end of the Path of Glory, while the rest prepared to pass through the world's largest portal.

Obviously, the big guys don't want the orcs and other migrants to meet, which could cause unnecessary trouble, and it's part of the big shots' agreement, part of what must be done.

Looking at the quietly waiting crowd, Mother Goa turned to Kanressad and said,

"Thank you, Warlock... It's hard to believe that I'm going to say thank you to a warlock, but I hope that gratitude reaches the big guys behind you, and I have one more question... Will I ever have a chance to come back in this life?"

Kanressad also maintained due respect for the old orc, whom even Dick admired, and he pondered for a moment, and shook his head with some regret,

"It's a pity, but probably not, Draenor will be a huge training ground to deal with tough enemies, including those who have hurt your sons, demons... You know, we can't just be beaten all the time. ”

"Hmm..."

A trace of sorrow appeared on the wrinkled face of the Sect Mother of Goya, but it quickly turned into a smile,

"If that's the reason, then I'm willing to give up my hometown, Warlock... Promise me to slaughter those demons without mercy!"

"Of course! that's what we all want to do. ”

Kanressad bowed his head and saluted, then turned to leave, he took out his pocket watch, looked at the time, a flash of green flashed in his eyes, and he called out to the busy subordinates,

"It's time! Recharge! Let this door come alive, we just need it to keep breathing, it only takes half a day!"

The Black Scythe Council absorbed the best warlocks in Azeroth, and only the best ones were allowed to enter Karazan to practice, and then go to Draenor to learn more advanced shadow magic under Illidan, and what is even more commendable is that in Draenor, a place where there are no world barriers at all, it has become extremely easy to summon demons, and the number is endless, and Illidan is not worried that demons will be a trouble at all.

He let those warlocks go crazy, and even offered to help, so every warlock who can get here will thank the king of the outlands for his generosity, and they can even be extravagant enough to choose the most powerful or the most potential ones from the many summoned demons to make a contract, and they can also find the most suitable ones for themselves to learn from the many spells that are dazzling, and even everyone has the opportunity to write their own magic book.

This is simply an unimaginable luxury in Azeroth, so soon, the Black Scythe Council with this special channel will become famous in the dark world, if it were not for the strict censorship of the Black Scythe Council to recruit new people, this emerging power only needs to expand at full speed for a while, and it will easily surpass the Shadow Fortress and become the holy land of Azeroth's warlocks.

But even now, Kanressad is sober, he knows who gave him all this, although in the occasional megalomaniacal fantasy, he will become a real top boss, but it is only an illusion, Kanressad is a real smart person, so he will not challenge his power to win.

"Buzz~Buzz~Buzz"

The ground began to shake, and the giant magic gems full of magic energy were pushed into the center of the circle by the strong demon guards, and after the five heroes closed the dark gate, the magic circle here was destroyed by the soldiers, and the warlocks were busy for half a month, rubbing it and barely repairing it, and after getting a new energy supply, these mysterious runes were lit up one after another, spreading from the ground to the top of the dark gate, like a green snake constantly climbing.

It was as if the red barren place was lit up, and the entire dark door was covered with at least tens of thousands of magic patterns, and Kanressad couldn't imagine how much manpower and material resources the orcs used to build this huge and permanent portal between the two worlds.

Probably seeing Kanressad's doubts, the Goa Mother opened her mouth to explain to him,

"It was the eve of the collapse of the whole world, all the clans could only watch the world die, no one knew why, everyone could only obey the guidance of those warlocks, at that time, the orcs of the whole world were concentrated here, in order to build this damn gate, countless people died here, I stood here, and I could even see those unjust spirits howling, and those Draenei who were captured by Gul'dan, they... They're pathetic, I used to play with those draenei kids when I was a kid, they're very kind, just like us, they don't deserve this... Guldan, I still don't understand how that shaman, who was originally upright and a little thin, got to this point and became a real demon..."

Kanressad nodded, the words of the Sect Mother of Goa did not make him throb too much, in fact, for a true warlock, life is nothing but a consumable, whether it is someone else's or his own life, it is a necessary wear and tear to pursue a higher existence.

On both sides of the door of the Dark Gate, there were two tall sword-wielding men in black, Kanresard thought they were just decorations, but after the magic pattern on the entire gate frame was ignited, the hoods of the two sword-wielding black-clothed men also lit up two terrifying dark reds.

"That's the dress of the Shadow Council, they always come in the dark, like spreading fear. ”

Mother Goa closed her eyes, picked up her bone rosary, and kept praying to the elements that had fallen silent, this is the inherent habit of their generation, time stubbornly left traces on this old man who lived too long, too tired, but lived an exceptionally great old man, but in the most difficult moment, Mother Goa never gave up, but after all the young adults left, it was difficult to use her wisdom and love to gather those displaced little orcs and raise them with difficulty.

In the Nagrand steppes, the grandmother used this method to gather orphans who had lost their families in the war, and eventually, the grandmother established her own tribe.

The orcs who stood behind him, the orc young people who prospered and became strong again, they no longer divided their clans, they no longer judged the noble and the low by blood, they really became a family.

Goa's mother is their chieftain, the weakest chief in the history of the orcs, and he can't even pick up a weapon.

But that didn't stop her from becoming the greatest chieftain of all, a perfect chief who would always live in the hearts of orcs, and even an unruly man like Kargas would submit before her.

She belonged to the old era, the last bells of the old era of Delaenau, and where she had walked, a new dawn, had begun.