The orcs once had a honeymoon with the draenei.

It was the day of the fall of Voshugu.

After thousands of years of interstellar drifting, the Ereda refugees, who have been exhausted, have discovered a planet that is a thief of Nima sticks.

What else are you talking about, hurry up.

With a bang, the Kalaka jumped, and the Voshugu ship, which had fallen into disrepair, blew up.

Although the Draenei on board were spared when the ship crashed due to the sacrifice of Naruk Uray, the Voshugu was GG Smitta.

How could it be possible for such a big thing as a comet to fall to the ground not alarm other intelligent species on Planet Draenor.

But whether it is the human crow, the ogre, or the tiger Golon, there is nothing famous.

Only the beast saw the moth.

The unique energy fluctuations emitted by the seriously injured Cwulei attracted the soul of the orc's ancestor.

Neozu, who came to investigate the haunting, and Velon, who was investigating the wreckage of Naru, fell in love at first sight, and it was out of control.

After satisfactorily resolving the haunting, the Draenei's friendship with the orcs lasted for nearly thirty years.

There has even been interracial love.

Maisie is the crystallization of this blessed love.

Her father was a Draenei garrison with strong roots, while her mother came from the legendary Fireblade clan.

Although I don't understand what the hell is my father's aesthetics, Maisie, who is a hybrid of draenei and orcs, has perfectly inherited the excellent genes of both races.

Raised by her mother, Maisie's martial arts have a distinct orc style from the Draenei, and the best thing is that she has developed the hide-and-seek skill of Swift Wind Walk at a young age.

Later, during a sudden attack by the Orcs, Maisie's father was killed in the Battle of Oakington, and her mother died at the hands of fanatical compatriots in the siege of Shattrath.

The originally blessed child has also become an outlier in the eyes of the clan.

But the prophet Velun stepped forward and gave Maisie loving care.

Later, the Draenei survived the initial ordeal, and under the leadership of Velon, the garrisons gathered the people who had fled from Shattrath, rescued their captured compatriots, and began to slowly recover.

During this time, countless half-breeds like Garona were born.

To be sure, the Draenei don't think the orcs are fit, and the orcs don't look down on the hooves and bone plates of the Draenei, and even during the honeymoon period, the two races have very few individuals who intermarry.

However, in order to experiment with his warlock magic, Gul'dan ordered the orcs to rape Draenei women on a large scale, creating a large number of war orphans.

Although most of these poor half-breed children died at the hands of Gul'dan.

But some survived.

And in this part, there are some who accepted Veron's help when Orgrim destroyed the Shadow Council, and asked for the control of the orcs.

Although Veren didn't save these children with the intention of using them as weapons, his tragic background and hatred for orcs caused almost all rescued half-breeds to choose the path of revenge.

They became another force in Velon's hands in addition to the Guardian of the Light.

Dawnblade.

As a benevolent elder, Velen hopes that these children who have been tormented by suffering can forget their grief.

In the darkness, as long as the heart is towards the light, then the dawn will always come.

This is the meaning of the Dawn Blade.

It's a pity that these children who grew up in hatred, half-bloods who feed on revenge, only remember the assassination methods taught to them by Gul'dan and the Shadow Council.

This also makes Maisie, no matter how close she is to them, she can't really join them.

After all, how could a life born in atrocities not envy and envy Maisie's childhood.

However, due to Veron's inspiration and Maisie's own force value, Dawnblade still chose to obey her management.

The commands of the prophets are subject to absolute obedience.

Maisie didn't have time to mobilize more people, and she didn't think she needed to.

Summoning the two companions who were resting in the villages near Carabo, the three of them set out on a journey to the Dark Gate.

For Dawnblade, who is well-versed in stealth, the journey is not too difficult.

Travel through the edge of Raven-controlled territory, from the cliffs of the Aranka Peak Forest to the Tanarian jungle, and around the Tigermen's colony.

Along the way, dealing with treacherous terrain gave Maisie the illusion that the task was easy.

Until, Maisie, meets the ogre.

"Hell! How could there be so many ogres in the Tanarian jungle? ”

The companion whispered softly in Maisie's ear.

"You two go to the north and have a look, I'll look east, and return tomorrow before dark we used the hideout yesterday to meet."

Maisie thought for a moment before deciding.

"Understood."

After separating from her companions, Maisie cautiously ran through the jungle, following the traces left by the orc scouts in the Bloodcave, easily found the right path, and witnessed a battle of visitors from another world.

The way of war, the road of famous generals, is nothing more than attacking the enemy's shortcomings with their own strengths.

Carlos has stepped on the battlefield without hesitation since he was fourteen years old, and has long cured the second disease of the battlefield of "longing for an epic battle".

From the outset, Carlos vetoed other people's plans to focus on the Dark Door.

Just kidding, according to intelligence, the number of ogres attacking this time may have exceeded five figures.

Let so many ogres put themselves in a good posture to attack, and the eldest cousin will be instigated.

From the very beginning, Carlos was determined to play against the attack.

It's very simple.

Ogres can't have come to the Dark Gate willingly.

Behind this is the drive of the orcs.

And the ogre's IQ is really problematic, and in order to control the ogre battle, a "leader" must be needed.

Finally, the orcs are not ready to shake the alliance, are the ogres ready?

No way.

It's cannon fodder, it's expendables.

The food consumed during the long march must have been staggering, and the ogre ate as much as their size.

So Carlos is determined to break it to pieces and fight a war of annihilation with precision strikes.

Kill all Orc Overseers in the Ogre range and those who look like Ogre Bosses.

Cause as much chaos as possible, delay the Ogre's march south, and use the war of attrition to drag down the Orcs' attempts.

There is no way to do it.

If the Alliance army is indeed dragged to Draenor's hard ogre, Carlos has no doubt that victory will belong to the Alliance.

But at what cost?

It's too costly.

The final battle with Orgrim was prepared by the league for a year and a half.

After the war, Tulayan's hard-earned armaments were almost exhausted, and the soldiers were exhausted after four months of intense fighting.

In addition, the soldiers who have already embarked on the road back to their hometowns are urgently dragged back, even if there is no dedication, the morale of the army is also worrying.

So Carlos left all these troops in Azeroth, and handed them over to Tulayan to build the so-called "second line of defense".

Carlos had much less troops at his disposal than he imagined, only more than 10,000 people.

It's stupid to use these troops for defensive operations.

Therefore, the battle plan designated under such a line of thinking can be imagined to be fierce.