The threat of orcs is never really far away, but it seems to be gone.

To the south of the Arathi Plateau, and to the north of Danmoro, is a large, large area of barren land relative to humans.

Scorching canyons, burning plains, and wetlands, these low-value lands for humans and dwarves to exploit are barren but can sustain the most basic survival of orcs.

However, just being alive is not enough for Gromsh. Hell roars that blazing heart.

Reed. The black hand is a waste, and it can't be done at all.

Although I don't know why, the offensive of the northern human army has slowed down, but the reason is not important to the great chief of the Warsong Clan at all.

Because he's leaving.

Gromsh. Hell Roar made up his mind not to be worthy of Red. The black hand played.

After a long period of warfare, the population of the War Song Clan has decreased sharply, but on the contrary, the material pressure is also much less.

When Gromsh. When Hellroar reunited the scattered clansmen, the first thing it did was to rob the Blackstone Clan's war fortress.

Then head north to the wetlands to take a boat across the ocean.

Goodbye, Eastern Kingdom, Uncle won't play with you anymore.

You ask Gromsh. Where did hell roar come from?

Time is money, my friend, Blackwater Chaebol is here for you!

After paying a sufficient price, the goblins of Booty Bay offer Warsong orcs a rotten ticket away from the human kingdom.

After Arthas's return to Lordaeron, Uther led the Knights of the Silver Hand as Supreme Commander to fight on the front lines of the orcs.

As more and more evidence emerged that the Warsong Clan and the Blackstone Clan were in internal conflict, the long-standing state of high-pressure combat readiness was finally lifted.

So on the list of rotations, Alessandro. Mograini led his team back to the town of Nanhai by boat from Minethil Harbor.

The ghost weather and rotten environment of the wetland really have nothing to do with vacation.

The long war meant year-round campaigns, so as one of the senior commanders of the Silver Hand, Mograini had plenty of time to relax and recuperate, and it was the season of cod fat.

During the Battle of the Blackstone Tower, Mograine picked up a strange black crystal from the corpse of an orc warlock, and was burned by the crystal's rich shadow power.

This time to the town of Nanhai, Alessandro. Mograini also means asking for help from friends.

Originally, the best person to turn to was Carlos. Barov or Uther.

But the former was too far away for Mograine to travel back and forth between the Order and Keldaron. Although as a veteran who followed Carlos on his expeditions during the Second Orc War, Mograini did not think that Carlos would refuse his request for help, but the isolation of time and space was an insurmountable obstacle.

And Uther. Lightbringer......

Alessandro. There are two kinds of people that Mograine looks down on the most in his life, one is the one who insults the paladin, and the other is called Uther. Sycophant messenger.

Duty, duty, and glory made Mograini fully carry out Uther's every order, for Uther, who was the commander of the Order, was his superior.

But apart from work and tasks, Alessandro was reluctant to say a word to Uther.

If you really want to pull the reason, it's probably because of the discord.

Mograini is still interested in his friend Tirio. Furding is haunted by the fact that he sees the trial as a political conspiracy, and Uther is blinded by his own title and betrays his comrades-in-arms.

Love and hate, this is Alessandro. Mograini.

Tirio. The first thing that came to Fodin's mind when he formed Silver Dawn was Mograine, but his friend Alessandro was directing the battle against the Blackstone Orcs at this time and was unable to respond.

However, through correspondence, Mograini learned about Tirio. Fording regained the Holy Light's favor for this matter.

Sure enough, Uther's sycophant is unreliable.

That's what Mograini really thought at the time.

With his chief advisor and military judge, Fairbanks, and the chaplain Ethan Lien, Alessandro. Mograini enjoys a long-lost life at his inn in the town of Nanhai.

Five days later, one of Mograine's mage friends, Duane, arrived.

Eight days later, the paladin Abidis arrived.

Eleven days later, Tirio. Ferding also arrived secretly as well.

"Oh, Fordin, I'm so glad to see you cheer up, and I know the Light hasn't given up on you!"

"Mograine, my brother."

Fording gave Mograini a big hug.

In the best and largest room of the inn, the six of them first ate a nonsense meal and a bartender before they began to talk about business.

"Let me see your injuries."

Tirio. Furding pondered as he watched the trauma inflicted by the shadow power that haunted Mograine's arm.

"It's this strange stone, after burning me, it seems to be ordinary, but my wound never heals."

Paladins are users of holy light, and they have a natural advantage in defending against shadow damage, and it is indeed strange that a paladin as powerful as Mograini can't even heal himself.

Tirio cautiously picked up the black stone, carefully infusing it with a glimmer of light.

No response?

Intensify efforts.

There really is no response.

I'm trying to do it.

Ha, it's like a toothpick plug tank......

Wait, the light that poured into it is gone!?

"He's absorbing the power of the Light."

Tirio. Fordin's discovery did not surprise the others, they had already found out.

But Tirio. Before Ferdin's arrival, the five of them had not drunk like this.

So Tirio. In the rare indulgence of an old friend's reunion, Ferding comes up with a slightly "-a-eye" idea.

"Why don't we try to purify it with the light?"

"Hey, you're trying to isolate me? I'm a mage! ”

"Good idea, whatever, let's blow it up!"

Mograini, who was already on the top of the alcohol, grabbed the black stone with his injured hand and began to have a seizure.

So, five users of the Holy Light plus a fire method began to go drunk.

And then......

A miracle happened.

The pitch-black stone gradually turned red, and finally to a heart-warming crimson, and in return, Mograini's shadow-burned wounds healed.

"Wow."

Pastor Ethan Lien let out a voice of surprise.

While his consciousness was not completely blurred, he took out his notebook and pencil and wrote down the following record:

Tirio. Ferding to Alessandro. Mograini tells the story of the great threat of the Cursed Sect, Alessandro. Mograine wants to use this evil and dangerous orc crystal from Draenor in the war. But the pious and selfless Rev. Ethan Lion rightly refuted the claims of others, and we must destroy this dangerous stone. Ethan Lien's words of light and justice persuaded the others, and in the presence of the Light, the Apostles of the Light worked together to infuse the crystal with the power of the Light (Note: For the purpose of uniting our friends, we did not refuse the mage Duane to do his part in the cause of justice). After a whole night of arduous rituals, we succeeded, the evil crystal was purified, the holy light was filled with it, and the orange light warmed the heart, it was beautiful.

While the others were testing the mutant crystals, Ethan Lion quickly put away his pen and paper, and then looked out the window at the sunset.

Well, history will remember today.