(1743 monthly pass)

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"What a majestic fortress!" Nazgrell said in a lingua franca with a Kul Tiras accent.

"Yes! It took Duke Stratholme a year to build this fortress out of cement! Although our Lord of Mograine is not bad, it is still a little worse than him. Alas! In the long human queue, one of the human refugees of Andohar said in a tone of envy.

"Can you tell me more about the Duke of Stratholme?"

"Let's start with the damn orcs."

As soon as the refugee spoke, Nazgrell showed a little sign of a rage, and Gouyl secretly held down his entourage with one hand, humbly listening to the refugee's bragging.

It is undeniable that what is in the mouths of the refugees is processed by the bards and then spread falsely, which is full of exaggeration.

Gouyle looked like he was listening with relish.

After listening to it, there was a commotion in front of me.

"Ahh The number plate is here! Some refugees shouted happily.

Goyle soon saw a man dressed as an official, followed by several assistants, and six heavily armed soldiers. The assistants handed the wooden rows from a large bucket to the refugees in order, along with a piece of brown bread.

The official repeated with a rolled up iron horn: "Don't rush! Don't squeeze either. Everybody has it. Start with bread and put it on your stomach, it's free. When you are full, wait for the call, and go to the 1st to 20th stations to assign work. ”

After receiving food and number plates, the refugees dispersed in a hurry, each looking for a leeward place to gather with their acquaintances.

Looking for a place where no one was around, Gouyl grabbed Nazgurrell: "Remember what we came here for?" ”

"Yes." The young orc replied angrily, "I just don't accept it, that McDonald is just a lucky human cub, why did he become a hero by slaughtering orcs." ”

"My father said to me before he left - the life of an orc is never easy, and the worse it is, the harder we must try. It's easy for us to be impulsive, and it's easy to die, but our fellow citizens spend countless times as much time as we do to live a worse life. ”

Nazgurrell stopped talking.

"Father said - we envy the luck of that McDonald, but we don't know how long the power that McDonalgen has been accumulating, and it shines. We are here to learn what he has paid behind his back. ”

"Got it!" Nazgurrell nodded heavily.

"It's clear that humans are afraid of an orc named Thrall! Then one day, I will use my strength to prove that I am the Sal they fear! There was a strange light in Gouyle's eyes that convinced Nazgurre.

"How do you prove it?"

"Let's learn the knowledge of mankind first, even if it starts with the most humble farming." Gouyl took a bite of the overly stiff black bread, his sharp fangs giving him an incomparably powerful bite force that he could eat without even soaking in water: "Then, I want to steal back the [Hammer of Doom] of the former High Chief Orgrim!" That's the symbol of the Great Chief. ”

"Hmm."

Two young orcs, under this sky that belonged to humans, made a solemn oath.

At the same time, in the Alterac Valley.

Kashdrak looked at Durotan a little anxiously: "Chief, are you so relieved?" ”

"I don't have a choice! The time has come for the orcs to change. I hope that Gouyle will learn not only about technology with humans, but also how to get along with humans, and then lead the frostwolves, and indeed all orcs, on a path of peaceful coexistence with humans and the entire Alliance. ”

"I see."

Time is flying, and the three years of the Dark Gate are fast approaching.

Far away on the other side of the galaxy, Draenor, a group of mysterious orcs arrived in Shadowmoon Valley with a group of metal chariots that marched with a loud noise.

In an almost rude manner, these uninvited guests broke into the Shadowmoon Clan's residence.

"Who are you? You are not welcome in the Shadowmoon Clan. "A large shaman with a strange white gray paint on his face, a brown-red skin characteristic of primitive orcs, and a staff with an orange-red crystal staff embedded in the head of his staff. Behind him was a large number of Dharma Masters who still believed in shamanic teachings.

The leading guest threw a head that exuded tyranny, terror, and mystery from afar.

He didn't even have to land on his head, just a glance at it, and the great shaman's heart beat wildly.

"Honorable Shaman Elder Naozu, I wonder if the head of your apprentice, Guldan, who betrayed you, will be able to forgive us for our presumptuous visit?"

Picking up the head of his Erwuzai disciple, Nai Aozu was in a happy mood and couldn't help laughing wildly.

"Yes! Of course! Hahahaha! He stared at the dead head of Guldan, and let out a sharp laugh: "My good apprentice, I didn't expect that you and I would be able to meet in this way!" ”

The orcs on the other side waited very politely for Nao Zu to greet his disciple.

Although Gul'dan had been dead for a long time, his consciousness had not completely disappeared. Through the mysterious shamanic sorcery, Nao Zu can still be a victor and chat with a good apprentice.

"Okay, what do you want to do here?"

"Respected Elder, I am Sogor, and my companions and I have come here across time and space to ask you to preside over the overall situation and command the orcs to invade the world of Azeroth again."

Nao Zu showed doubts on his face, was stunned for a moment, and finally nodded: "Come in and talk!" ”

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The time came to Dark Gate 3 and on December 24, McDonald returned to Stratholme Territory.

Looking at the bright lights of the lord's study, Liadeline and Wen Leisa, who had been guarding the castle, almost immediately rushed in.

And then it's a touching goodbye.

"You, you're finally willing to come back!" In just a few seconds, Wen Leisha could barely cry.

"Humph! You kidnapped me from the Sun King, and if you never go back, I will hate you for the rest of my life. "Liadline 'gritted her teeth'.

Well, the life of a High Elf is really long, and that's measured in millennia.

The hatred of the female elf is really quite terrifying.

"I, I'm not back!" McDonaln chuckled dryly.

"You're not coming back. The alliance may be over. The elusive Sylvanas sat abruptly on the windowsill of the study, apparently jumping up.

"How?" Madonald a spirit.

Aurelia pushed open the door of the study and rolled in with a pile of sheepskin covered with fire paint seals: "The third battle of the Dark Gate has begun, and the Overwatch has fallen!" ”

Grass! No way?

The Watch Fortress is all down? What's going on?

Madonald was stupid.

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ps, I don't want to update the underworld schedule either, it's been quite a crash lately. The demolition near the house is noisy, and there are people downstairs to decorate. It should be better in a few days.