Leaving the Cave of Time, Thrall was silent all the way, he lied to Benny in the Cave of Time, but he felt that Benny saw his lie. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Gouyle, that was his real name, a name he didn't know, that name came from the Outlands, her grandmother, who had already been to the Outlands, with Drexar, and although the Maghan Orcs didn't seem to welcome the greenskin, Gaiaan, her grandmother, received her warmly. Sal, who had lost a loved one since childhood, saw his family again, and Gaiaan was thrilled to be reunited with her grandson, especially since he was walking the right shamanic path.

As soon as he received the news of the reopening of the Dark Gate from Benny, Thrall sent his scouts, who managed to pass through the Dark Gate and find their former people, Gaiaan brought him a message, and Thrall and Drexal, who were eager to see their relatives again, immediately went to the Outlands through the 'safe' path opened by the scouts.

When Thrall said the name Gouyle, he saw Benny's expression change slightly, and he vaguely knew that Benny knew something---- he could even be sure that the guy was a 'prophet'!

"We're not going to sit here and watch those debris destroy our holy place!" Garrosh doesn't know how many times he has roared like this at a meeting.

"You should be calm with your people, Garrosh, anger doesn't solve anything, it only makes it worse!" Gaiaan is old and decrepit, but her mind is still clear, and she is full of wisdom through the years she has experienced, and at the same time, unlike the usual simple-minded, single-limbed, reckless, impulsive and bloodthirsty orcs, she is also the most typical representative of traditional orcs, respecting ancestors and elements, and being kind to her own people.

She had been a guide to Maghan long before the Dark Gate was opened, even though at the time, Maghan's home was just a quarantine for the plague.

"Why don't we get help from that Saar------ I mean, Gouyle?" Dranos picked a fire that was not too vigorous, and the night in the steppe was always cool.

"A green-skinned orc? Once a slave? "Aside from Gaiaan, there is only one female orc----- Agna, Gaian's disciple.

"He's the big chief of the tribe." Dranosh skimmed his fangs. "He can help us, and being green doesn't mean anything."

"You forgot the meaning of Maghan?!" Garrosh looked at Dranosh with a dangerous eye.

Maghan, which means 'unpolluted' or 'pure' in orc language, has always regarded green skin as a disgrace to depravity, and they will never forget what evil can bring to the orc race.

"Maghan doesn't mean we're noble, Garrosh!" Gaiaan's tone became stern. "And you, Agra, when did I teach you to discriminate against your own people?"

"I'm sorry." Agna bowed her head and apologized, she was raised by Gaiaan, she really couldn't have any disobedience towards this old man, but she didn't necessarily have any disobedience to the old man's grandson, she didn't like him at the first sight of the green-skinned orc.

"Your father was also one of the Greenskins, Garrosh! You should listen to his deeds, his deeds in the other world. Gaiaan stood up with a slight shudder. Gouyl will soon be coming to the Outlands with ----- army of the Horde, and we can accept his help, for he is our people. The old shaman walked out of the tent, and Agna followed two steps in hot pursuit, helping Gaiaan out with him.

"We are no match for the elves and draenei, Garrosh, we need help, otherwise, even if we shed our blood, we will not be able to protect our holy land." Dranosh sighed, the orcs would not say defeat lightly, but they did fail, Dranosh personally led half of the Maghan orcs who were able to fight to teach the long-eared whiteskins some lesson, but they were completely defeated, their axes did not even touch the enemy's armor, the elves used strange magic to catch them all, and then, they were tied up one by one like livestock and sent back to Galadar.

Garrosh stared at the cluster of fires, silent, and Draranosh sighed again, every time he mentioned his father, he would be silent like this for a long time, he had lived in his father's shadow for too long, even though he had become the chief of an orc clan like his father, he still couldn't get out of that shadow.

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On the other side, the Voshu Valley excavation site.

Booms of all kinds, and never-before-seen digging devices spread all around the Vaushu Valley, and the dust from the excavation was blown along the steppe to the twisted void to the south, like a natural dust collector that the workers at the excavation site would thank every day for not having to work in dusty conditions.

"Your Majesty, another orc scout has been discovered." The costumes of the Elven Ranger have changed dramatically, and they have begun to abandon their previous preference for green in favor of pure black, and only when fighting in the woodland, they will wear green cloaks.

"Leave them alone." Kael'thas waved his hand. "As before, those who are close to the cordon, tie them up and send them back." Sometimes, Kael'thas really wanted to give those orcs a fire blast, they were too persistent. He and His Excellency the Prophet had already talked to those orcs, there was no longer the ancestral spirit of the orcs in the Voshu Valley, this place was no longer their previous holy place because of the invasion of the Void, and moreover, the Voshu Valley belonged to the Naru and Draenei people, they would not occupy this land, nor would they destroy the surrounding ecology and landforms, they just wanted to take the Voshu Valley away.

But those orcs are stubborn like a feeding chocobo! Every day, scouts of orcs roam around the excavation site, and their botched hiding keeps magic alarms ringing.

Kael'thas only one thing on his mind right now------ complete the excavation of Vaushu Valley as soon as possible, and then, with the massive Naaru ship, return to Azeroth. He'd been away from Quel'Thalas for too long, and he felt like his addiction was about to be committed.

"How long will it take to finish the excavation?" Kael'thas turned to look at the 'scientific advisor' who had been writing and drawing on the drawings.

"The excavation of the terrain cannot be destroyed, this is already much faster than I thought, Your Majesty, at most a month, we will definitely be able to get it out." The scientific advisor replied without looking up.

A month ------ Kael'thas sighed and looked up, the sky of Nagrand was much clearer than the rest of the Outlands, but he could still see the twisted energy shuttling through the air, and the moon that had lost its magical appearance hung in the sky in a pitted place, so close that it thought it would fall to the ground at any moment.

"Your Majesty!" One of the scouts crossed the high platform of the excavation site in two of three times. "Letter from Stratholme."

Kael'thas took the scroll and looked at the Naru sigil on it------ it was Benny's letter.

Just a few lines of words made Kael'thas light up in his eyes.

"Order all strongholds, strengthen alert, and activate all defenses!" Kyle Asshas closes the scroll. "It seems that there will be no going back anytime soon." (To be continued.) )