Ogres, powerful creatures from the world of Draenor, whether you are deceived by their silly appearance or not, cannot deny that they are terrifyingly strong in terms of strength.

Huge size, great resilience, these are just some of the traits common to all ogres.

What really made Ogre King Draenor was the high percentage of born casters.

Unlike shamans, which orcs have cultivated with great difficulty, the proportion of spellcasters among ogres is terrifying, and the naturally born two-headed ogre, which stands at the apex of Draenor's biological chain, is even more overwhelming.

Although the Orcs had the capital to fight the ogres thanks to the Burning Legion, and conquered some small ogre clans, the Gorian Empire was still the behemoth of Draenor, and the Hammer Keep still stood on the top of the Nagrand Mountains.

Even the fringe clans of the Ogre are still terrifying monsters to the inhabitants of Azeroth.

At least Carlos had to give his all when Hilbride faced these meat bullet tanks, and he would not dare to take it lightly.

But such a terrible ogre, a settlement of more than thirty such terrible ogres, with only flies and insects flying and stenching all over the ground.

Killers, birdmen too.

"Raven Man?"

Carlos asked in orc language.

"The lackeys of the orcs?"

The monster in front of him also asked back in orc language.

"No, we are enemies of the orcs."

Carlos pressed down the Aujin axe in his hand and waved his hand to signal the warriors around him to retreat.

"I thought the orcs had conquered the world."

"On the contrary, we just won a crucial victory."

"Then, I won't kill you, let's go."

"But I want to talk to you."

"Why?"

"The enemy of the enemy has the qualifications to be friends."

“…… You convinced me. ”

"My name is Carlos. Barov, King of Alterac, human. ”

"My name is Ashkandi. Tyrok's Guard, Morning Seeker. ”

Aha?

Nani!

Ashkandi?

Tyrok!

Carlos was stunned by the names one after the other.

There is evidence that the Titans once visited Draenor. The primordial world of Draeno is a wild and savage land with nothing but the never-ending battle between Thorn and Goron.

Later, three ancient gods, or demigods, were born in the skies of Draenor: Rukma, Ansu, and Setai.

Rookma is strong, young, and ambitious. She loved the feeling of the warm sun shining on her feathers, and she wouldn't be burned even when she was close to the sun, and the flames fell from her body and turned into a dazzling red and gold glow. The sky is her canvas, and the Kali bird is her offspring.

Ansu may not have the strength of Rukma's physique, but he has deep intelligence. Ansu, who lives in the Shadow World, once spoke to the races of the Warped Void, and then let out a sigh that the demons were all stupid. His feathers were as black as midnight, and the feared ravens were his offspring.

Setai is the master of wind and frost. His scales are forever covered with frost, and the wind serpent is his heir.

The grievances and hatreds of the three Draenor primordial gods can be expressed in a very simple paragraph.

Saitai is jealous of Rukma. Tell Ansu that the two of us teamed up to kill her. Ansu said okay...... Saitai left, and Ansu went on to say the rest of the words: shameless. Rukma received a small report from Ansu, took precautions, and hung Saitai up to fight, Ansu felt that Saitai was not a thing, so he kicked it. Saitai played off, using Alahu Akbar, and Ansu blocked the gun for Rukma.

The food that was dug out of the ogre's camp was not very palatable. But all who were present were the Lord who was jumping on the grave and sleeping with the dead in his arms. It doesn't matter.

Just eating, the mythical story that Ashkandi had told for more than an hour was reduced to just a few sentences.

"And then?"

Carlos asked.

Before he blew himself up, Setai uttered a dying curse: "My blood will stain the sea black until it is as thick as asphalt!" My flesh will fester, decay, until the whole sky will be reduced to nothing! ”

Ansu is also very single, "Then we can only let you not even have flesh and blood left." ”

Ansu swallowed the struggling Saitai, and even ate all the bones. Only a stream of blood was left along the broken peak. and polluted the valley below.

Rukma returns to the skies, and Ansu returns to the shadows.

But soon, Ansu felt the curse of Setai flowing through his body, greatly weakening Ansu's power, and he had to return to the Shadow World. Ansu was able to restrain the vicious curse.

Seeing Ansu's weakness, Rukma never fell to the ground again for fear of the curse. She flew to new lands and created new races to master the skies—a new race that combined her strength and grace, as well as Ansu's cunning and thirst for knowledge.

She called it the Raven Man.

Born under the nurture of the gods, the Raven People combine the grace of Rukma with the cunning of Ansu. The Raven Men expanded and became the first race of all time, conquering the wilderness, curbing the never-ending strife between the Thorn Beasts and Goron, and establishing the first civilization in the savage world of Draenor, the Empire of Episis.

It was the most glorious era of the Raven People, and it was also the peak of the power of the entire race. High sages have inspired thousands, inventors have created amazing technologies, and Raven people have created a mythical realm in the skies of Draenor.

But the empire was ruined by civil strife, and when the Ogre Gorian Empire began to take shape, the Episis dynasty fell apart in civil strife, leaving only countless relics to recall the glory of the past.

The divided Raven Men lost most of the technology and territory of the Episis Empire, and the power of the Raven Men was weakened by civil strife, and in the face of the challenges of many new races, most of the Raven Men returned to the place where the three gods of the sky fought and the place where the Raven were born - the Aranka Peak Forest.

Lacking Episis' wisdom and knowledge, Raven society quickly splits, and Rukma and Ansu's worshippers begin to fight each other over what remains of Episis' inheritance. Due to Ansu's curse on Setai, Rukma's followers would throw Ansu's worshippers into the valley soaked in Seth's blood and suffer the same punishment. Their wings were broken, their bodies distorted by a curse, their minds eroded by visions of madness. Many of the Ravens will die a painful death under the curse, and those who survive will become exiles and untouchables in the Raven society.

The Raven society was divided into the sage class (upper class Raven Man) who were able to fly in the sky and the exiles who had lost their wings.

"But you have wings, Ashkandi?"

Carlos had seen the bloated figure of the Raven Exile in the game, and asked suspiciously.

"Not all high-class ravens are megalomaniacs and persecutors."

Ashkandi replied calmly, and then continued to tell the story.

But then. The kingdom of the Raven has risen a legendary king, the Talon King Tyrok, who was once regarded by the High Raven as the greatest, noble, and most powerful king. Legends abound about his reign.

The rise of the Bloodmaned Tigermen has left their patriarch in a false sense of strength, and it sends his men to send 10,000 Raven feathers to Tyrok in an attempt to provoke Tyrok and then crush the Raven main force in a frontal battle. However, the young and powerful Tyrok single-handedly crushed thousands of Bloodmane Tigermen, ending the life of the Bloodmane leader in a one-on-one duel like a play, and graciously allowing the remaining Bloodmane to clean up the mess.

Wise, powerful, and fraternal, Tyrok used his strength and wisdom to establish the absolute dominance of the Raven Tongtian Peak regime in the Aranka Peak Forest.

The tiger man fled because he was afraid of him. Orcs huddled in their caves to avoid his gaze, Goria's ogres sent envoys to make peace with him, Goron feared his power and stayed away, and exiles hid in shame in the shadows of the forest beneath Babel.

Tyrok was beloved by his subjects, but the sages became more and more jealous of his glory. Over time, the Sages decided to overthrow Tyrok in order to usurp the Raven Kingdom. With trumped-up charges, the sages of Tongtian Peak used intrigue to assassinate Tyrok. They snapped off the wings of Tyrok and his supporters and threw them into a valley tainted by the blood of Saitai. Saitai's curse has weakened Tyrok. The once proud son of the wind has lost his charm. But in the midst of the pain, Tyrok worries only one person. That's his daughter, Reich.

Unfortunately, Reich did not escape the catastrophe in the end. Looking at the shattered body of his beloved daughter, Terok despairs and finally succumbs to the terrible darkness.

While struggling in the darkness of chaos, a powerful being finds Tyrok. An unfamiliar power fills the Talon King's body and continues to spur him on.

Even suffering from the curse of Setai, the most powerful Imperial Guards of Tyrok before remained awake. When the King of the Talons summons. They responded immediately. The poor men who had been driven mad by the curse were writhing in a pool of blood in agony, and Tyrok could not bear to see this, so he intervened to free them.

This great being is Ansu.

After gaining protection from Ansu, Tyrok led his innocent supporters to find the exiles who had been exiled by him, and together they found the city of Sketis. Shelter children who are not favored by Rukma.

From then on, the priests of Rukma established a tyrannical theocracy in Mt. Tongten, and any Raven who dared to question the authority of Rukma's followers, the Sages, would be degraded.

"So you're a believer in Ansu?"

Carlos asked.

"No, I still believe in Rukma."

Ashkandi replied.

"Aren't you the guard officer of the Taylon King, Tyrok?"

Carlos was a little confused.

"When Tyrok was persecuted, I was just a child, and when Tyrok came back, I chose to follow my cult."

Ashkandi replied in a deep voice.

Perfect answer, loyal man, but Carlos thought of the saying: "Worship is the farthest distance from understanding." ”

What position does an Azeroth native have to tell Ashkandi that he is tormented by the curse of the Tyrok Preparation Saitai that he adores, and will eventually go completely insane in a few years.

He wanted to sigh, but stopped stiffly, and Carlos opened his mouth, avoiding the topic of Terroc.

"Why did you come to Azeroth?"

Feeling that the friendship was almost over, Carlos asked the question he was most concerned about.

"I'm looking for an ogre."

Ashkandi replied without hesitation.

"Can you tell me more about it, maybe I can help you."

"The guys of Babel Peak have excavated an Epixisian-era weapon from a ruin, named the Fire of Rukma, and they are trying to provoke a civil war once again. The great Tyrok was ready to build another piece of equipment to fight the fire of Rukma, but a group of dastardly ogre smugglers stole an important core while supplying us with supplies, and I had to retrieve it. ”

Carlos was stunned, and he fought all the way from the Aranka Peak Forest to the Dark Gate, and in the unfamiliar Azeroth, he chased all the way from the Dark Swamp to the Burning Plains, Ashcandi!

Suddenly, Carlos felt that it didn't seem like a big deal for the crow man in front of him to slaughter more than thirty ogres by himself, the guard officer of the Taylon King......

"Do you have a clue?"

"The despicable ogres have betrayed the orcs, and they are entrenched in the north of the Stonehammer Mountain, which is not a good thing, but it makes my movement much easier. But the volcano had damaged my feathers too much for me to get closer, so I could only try to kill the ogres on the periphery and force more ogres out. ”

Ashcandi looked up at the sky, then waited intently for Carlos to speak.

But Carlos was already dumbfounded.

Damn, that's a lot of information! Ogres and orcs have turned their faces!

With his mind racing, Carlos decided to use the procrastination trick first.

"Since you have no choice for the time being, why don't you act with us first, in order to complete the task, it is also a reasonable option to rely on the strength of others."

"What do you want from me, and what can you give me? Humanity, with the exception of the common enemy of the orcs, has no foundation in our trust. ”

Although Ashcandi was an elder with a bird's head, Carlos saw in his eyes that he was playful and unsharpened.

"You've trespassed, officer of the guard. In my kingdom I am the Terok of my people. ”

Carlos's words angered Ashkandi, and the Wind Blade came out of his hand, and Carlos was shocked to find that his shield was actually broken.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made enemies for the Lord of the Claws, you're a king, I shouldn't be powerless."

The brief exchange was lightning fast, and the others had no idea what was going on except for the unprepared guards around Carlos.

Waving his hand to make the guards touch the guard, Carlos looked at the outrageous strong crow man in front of him and decided to make a sincere acquaintance.

"You see, I'm in trouble, and you're in trouble. Some troubles are not troubles at all to me, and some troubles are troubles that you can't solve. ”

"So, you don't think my troubles are a problem for you, and you need me to help you deal with some trouble?"

"What do you think of these warriors around me?"

Carlos asked.

"Less than ten, I can escape if I kill them all, and less than five, so I can kill without injury."

Ashkandi's rhetoric enlivened the proud Legionnaires, but the sheer discipline left them apparently indifferent.

"I have 50,000 such soldiers."

Carlos said lightly.

"I believe it, but what does it have to do with me?"

Ashcandi was well aware of the time constraints on his mission and was not shaken by Carlos's words.

"You serve me for one day, and when the army enters the country, I will let a hundred soldiers serve you for one day. It's always convenient for people to find things. ”

Ashkandi thought for a moment, then threw away the flesh of the ogre's neck from his claws.

"You convinced me." (To be continued.) )