In the calm and desolate place, a different kind of "picnic" is going on. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Frankly speaking, Maris didn't like his mission this time, leaving the war on the front line and making a special trip to the bleak land to find an orc, which was not a beautiful difference, to be precise, he didn't like this kind of thing that had nothing to do with war, especially the war with the undead.

But he still came, and the Hidden Passage had already received first-hand news from some source, Nathanos Mares, a new member of the Hidden Path, who was chosen as the representative of the Hidden Passage because of his outstanding achievements and skill, to participate in the exciting "icebreaking" operation.

This is a great honor for Maris, not only because he can fulfill his vow to slash Arthas, but more importantly, it represents the recognition of the best hunters in the world.

When a person has reached a certain height, and money and status are no longer satisfying, it is a pleasant thing to be affirmed.

But for Mares, this was just the beginning, because of some other matters, the Secret Passage couldn't spare enough people for him, so he had to find his teammates himself.

Then he came here, not only because Lexar was his guide to the path of Mithril, but more importantly, if there was anyone who could make the best hunters in this world feel at ease when fighting alone, it must be only a few people, and Lexa was one of them.

This has nothing to do with race, it is purely a recognition of strength and an affirmation of character.

After he explained his intentions, Lexa's expression was a little lazy, he propped his hand on his chin, turned over the roast meat in front of him with his left hand, the fragrance came out, and then handed it to Maris, the beastmaster patted the head of the big brown bear Misha, threw it a piece of roast meat, and then said,

"Are you really sure it's against the Lich King, and not for some messy reason?"

Mares nodded, and placed the roast in his hand in front of Hofer, the porcupine who was looking at him with round eyes, and the boar snorted in satisfaction and stepped aside with the roast in his mouth.

"Of course, look at this, there's your Saar chieftain's seal on it, you should always trust him, right?"

Nathanos took a letter from his bosom and handed it to Lexa, and as the other party looked at it, he introduced,

"This kind of letter has only been sent to each faction in the whole world, the coalition has made a bloody investment this time, the high-level leaders are still very clear-headed, we are fighting a war of attrition with the undead, we are no match for those guys at all, if we want to win, we must win by surprise! They need the sharpest knives of Azeroth to join them, and we are one of them. ”

Lexa read the letter carefully, returned it to Mares, and groaned,

"Who else? You just said there were three people, who else besides the two of us?"

The Beastmaster trimmed his nails with the axe in his hand and glanced at Mares, "Say well in advance, I won't act with the prey!"

Maris waved her hand,

"How could it be prey?I was going to invite my mentor, Lady Sylvanas of the Windranger family, but the mentor has been doing lately... Well, it's worrying, so I picked another guy who, in a sense, might be better than my mentor. ”

Lexa became interested, "Even stronger than Lady Sylvanas? Could it be the Rogerio Star Chaser, who has been in the limelight lately?"

"No, no, no, it's not him, he has another mission, I'm looking for Nesinvari, Hemet Nesinvari. ”

Nathanos shrugged, "You know, that old madman went hunting in the Sauracha Basin, and as a result, he almost killed the spouse of the troll's leopard god, and the coalition stepped in to help him out of trouble, but in exchange, he had to do his part. ”

"Just because of responsibility?"

Lexa looked at Maris suspiciously, "I don't think that the top of the coalition can trap that old madman in Hemet, I guess those big knights will take action in person, and besides, doesn't that old madman declare that he will never join any war in any faction?"

Nathanos clapped his hands, stood up, turned around and stepped onto his horse like a leaf, "Everyone has a hobby, and so does Hemet, in addition to hunting, we have come up with a temptation that he can't refuse, in short, that Azeroth's only old madman who can hunt dragons at a limit distance of 3,000 meters has joined us, do you want to come?"

Lexa also stood up, untied the pendant from his neck and threw it to Mareth,

"Sign me up, I'll take the boat to Northrend after I've taken care of the troubles here. ”

"What's the trouble? Need help?"

"It's just a dreaddemon who is sneaking here, I'll do it alone, wait for my good news. ”

While Lexa and Mares were talking, a young man was resting in the river next to the Orc's Western Fortress in Howling Bay of Northrend, a fertile land of forests and rivers.

Garrosh Hell Roar lay on the grass by the creek, holding some red fruit in his hand, throwing one into his mouth from time to time, savoring the astringent sweetness, looking at the blue sky overhead, he couldn't help but recall those days in the broken Nagrand grasslands of Draenor.

At that time, the whole clan was very hard, and Grandmother Goa was very wise, but the clan was full of young people, and they would always cause such and such things, especially with the Nikure of Harlan, and every time Grandmother Goa came to apologize.

Garrosh was not afraid of the tall draenei, but he did not want to see his old grandmother angry at his recklessness, so he would restrain his strength every time, accompany his grandmother to fish, or listen to her stories of the past, and in those days he had to do a lot of work every day and walk long distances to hunt, but everyone was happy and content.

Every time after a victory against those ill-intentioned opponents, the old grandmother would always bring out a small amount of wine for everyone to drink, and the days of singing and dancing around the bonfire were really nostalgic.

It's not that life is hard after coming to Azeroth, Chief Thrall treats them well, and the Overlord of Sarufar treats them as his own children, although the skin color is different, everyone is not discriminated against in Orgrimmar, and the most important thing is that there is plenty of food here, so you don't have to hunt every day, but you can spend all your time honing your martial arts.

But Garrosh had his own troubles, and he had to deal with the man he had been avoiding all along.

His father, Grom Hell Roars.

Little Growl remembers that when he was a child, he would often fight with other orc children over his father's topic, because at that time, his father's reputation in the world of Draenor was very bad, and Grom was the first orc to drink the blood of demons, and many people believe that it was Grom who led the entire orc tribe to the fall.

So in Little Roar's heart, his father is actually a very bad guy, a butcher, a villain, he buried this kind of thought in his heart, in fact, if it weren't for the protection of Goa's mother, Little Roar would probably have run out of the clan a long time ago and become a wandering orc.

But things took a turn for the worse, when Roar was 14 years old, a human gladiator with a big axe on his back came to the Nagrand Savannah, and under the leadership of Rhaeggar, he met with Goa's mother, and talked with her for a long time, and then Roar was led into the tent and saw the black-haired human, and the axe he held in his hand.

It was his father's axe, the Bloodroar, the hand of the chieftain of the Warsong Clan.

The human named Lagosh told him the story of his father, that the man he had never met was dead, in another world, in the battle with the demons, and Lagosh told him that Grom was not a butcher as people imagined, that he was a hero, that he had found his salvation in the last moments of his life.

Ragrosh had come to return Bloodroar, and the dark-haired human had told him that another friend had commissioned him to return the axe to him, but Garrosh needed to undergo a trial, a trial from Ragosh.

Little Growl chose to accept, the orcs were never afraid of a challenge, and most importantly, for the first time, he had another impression of his father, and he felt that he had to do something for him.

"Take it, and swear to it that you will never do anything dishonorable with this hero's weapon!"

Lagosh told him so, and Garrosh did, and Lagosh got up and left, he never seemed to worry that Garrosh would break his promise, but in reality, for the next 3 years, Little Growl was like a different person, and he did what he promised.

But when he came to the flower-filled cemetery at the end of the Demon Slayer Canyon, led by Thrall and Sarufar, he cried for the first time in his life, like a child, a 17-year-old child.

Because before that tombstone, which records Grom's life's deeds, he felt for the first time his father's life, a life full of glory, full of remorse, a life of doing many wrong things, but also many great things.

He felt that this was his future path, that man, even if he died, was still silently guiding him, he never left him, even if it was separated by two worlds.

"Hey, Garrosh, what are you doing here?"

Dranoth's voice rang out behind the little roar, and the young patriarch of the Warsong Clan didn't get up, but just waved his hand, realizing that his good friend was coming.

A few seconds later, Dranoth, who was wearing armor, and Yorin Deatheye, who was wearing black robes, sat next to Garrosh left and right, and the lively Dranoth patted Garrosh's arm, moved his shoulders, and said loudly,

"Just now, the Overlord of Sarufar has decided, the day after tomorrow, when Uncle Cui Yige's army comes, we will march to the Dragon Bone Wilderness, and we can finally teach those damn undead a good lesson!

"Hey, that's your father!"

Garrosh bared his teeth, "Don't call him 'Overlord', that's what the humans call him, you know, he doesn't like that. ”

Dranoth shook his head, "No! I think that's a cool title! Well, it doesn't really have anything to do with us, my father just sent me a letter, Garrosh, I swear, you'll be interested in this!"

"What?"

The little growl grunted from the ground, looking at the brother with whom he had grown up, and after a few seconds, Jorin cleared his throat, took the letter from his bosom, and read it to them,

"In the name of Grand Chief Orgrimmar Gunil Frostwolf, Garrosh Hellroar, Dranoth Sarufar, and Yorin Deadeye, be sure to reach the Dragon's Sleep Tower in the Dragonbone Wilderness before October 17, 25 of the Dark Gate, and represent Orgrimmar in the Silver Trial of Azeroth, September 30, 25. ”

Yorin's head shrugged and handed the letter to a confused Garrosh,

"I won't read the following, it's a sign from all the forces of Azeroth, anyway, the three of us have been forcibly recruited to participate in something similar to a "jousting tournament", haven't you always wanted to find that mysterious Mr. Lagosh? ”

"Martial arts competition?"

Garrosh took the envelope, looked at it for a few moments, and then frowned and said, "How could Thrall give us such a strange mission?

"No!"

Dranos shook his head solemnly, "We are great warriors who have come in response to the call of justice, fighting for the peace of this world, of course, we will also get our due rewards after the war, look at this land, Garrosh, do you dare to say that this place is not more beautiful than Nagrand? At least the top three!"

"But why us?"

Garrosh looked at Dranos suspiciously, "Whether it's Thrall himself or the Overlord of Sarufar, they are much more qualified and powerful than us. ”

"Uh... I don't know about that. ”

Dranos shrugged, "Anyway, I'm already eager to try, won't you come?" Garrosh, our three brothers have come to Azeroth from Nagrand, but we have to fight for the Goa Patriarch, at least we can't let Chief Thrall look down on us!"

Garrosh glanced at Dranos, then at Yorin, who was also looking forward to it, and reached out to carry his battle axe on his shoulder,

"I promised Lagosh that I couldn't do anything dishonorable with a roar of blood... However, it is not dishonorable to fight for the championship, and I will go with you! lest you be bullied. ”

"Get out! Jorin, beat him!"

"Ahh Don't slap me in the face! Don't scratch me! Hell, I'm going to fight back!"