Orgrimmar is even more majestic than he imagined.

With a lot of knowledge of architecture in her previous life, coupled with the experience and insight of her previous life, Vanessa's vision for urban architecture is definitely second to none in this era.

If the Iron Fort is the son of the mountains, it is a treasure in the mountains and wilderness, and it is a gift from the earth. Then Stormwind is the crystallization of human art, a picture scroll that perfectly combines art, architecture and human nature.

Orgrimmar was completely different from the two cities above, and before she had even entered the city, Vanessa heard the deafening sound of war drums, which were loud and numerous, and the drums had a strange rhythm, and every blow that fell from the drumsticks seemed to hit the hearts of the soldiers. As she got closer, the sound of hammering metal and the roar of orc warriors during training reached her ears.

Orcs also recognize honor and consider it far greater than their own lives, even if it is not the same as the honor of human paladins, they still follow their simple values and pass on this tradition from generation to generation.

The orcs, or the main city of the tribe, are like its people, rough and savage, but in addition to violence, it is rich in a primitive beauty that goes deep into the bone marrow.

The huge stone blocks were impenetrable walls, and the thick logs were bundled together and stood on each side as watchtowers.

The teeth of the unknown beast stand upside down on the road, forming a three-dimensional rejection of the horse.

With orcs roaring past on wolves, goblin airships unloading supplies in the distance, and Vanessa's first impression was that she was busy, and everyone seemed to have a job to do.

"Old Mu, you said they wouldn't be bad for us, right? I'm your friend. Despite believing that the tribes under Thrall's rule were sensible, Vanessa was still a little drumming in her mind, and she was already watching the escape route......

Lao Mu is naturally her new Minotaur friend, this guy moos every day, a day ago, this guy pointed to his nose, Vanessa only knew his name, listening to the voice is probably called Mu Yo, the specific pronunciation she doesn't know.

This name didn't sound like the name of the Minotaur, and she even wondered a little maliciously, could it be that the druid, who was still unconscious, saw the Minotaur mooing every day, so he tried to save trouble, took the homonym, and took the name of this Muyo?

Lao Mu shook his head, his broad shoulders subconsciously shrank inward, and he could see that he was not at all as kind to the tribe and the orcs, and his vigilance was several times stronger than Vanessa's.

A human, a comatose bald night elf, and a Minotaur who doesn't speak Mandarin make up a strange team, and the Crossroads Patrol quickly hands them over to an old orc.

The reason why Vanessa judged that the other party was an old orc was because the other party's beard was white, which was very rare among orcs who were proud to die on the battlefield.

The other party looked at them one by one, the elf was still unconscious, he couldn't see the reason for the coma, the minotaur was very nervous, as if the old orc was going to eat him, these two were obviously not good people to talk to.

Even though Vanessa kept pointing at the minotaur with a blank face, signaling that she could ask the goods if she had a question, the old orc still looked at her.

As soon as the other party speaks, it is a lingua franca with a strong accent, and Azeroth also has an accent, and the lingua franca is divided into regions, and the long culture and customs lead to different accents in different places! Among them, the difference between Lordaeron in the north and the Stormwind Kingdom in the south is the most, and the lingua franca of the old orcs is different from what they say in the south, which sounds a bit northerner.

"Are you from Theramore? How can we help? "The old orc is very polite, but the scrutiny in it is also very tasteful.

It's good to be able to communicate, no matter how strong the ability to fool is, it's useless if you don't understand the language, and now there is finally a place for Vanessa.

She focused on the druid's need to deal with the desertification of the barren land, emphasizing that this is an obscure and good elf who does good deeds without leaving a name, but unfortunately love is invincible to intrigue and trickery, and he was vilely plotted by the enemy, and he is still unconscious. I was a mistake, passing by, sighing at the other party's great feelings, this is the soy sauce party that helped out!

"I can feel your kindness, you are a nice person, stranger, can you tell me your name?" The old orc asked.

"Hope."

The other party didn't say a word, as if waiting to hear her last name.

Vanessa was a little embarrassed, the old knight didn't ask at first, because he was worried that the water was relatively deep, and orcs didn't have this problem, even if you said that your surname was Minahir, it didn't matter if you were the eldest cousin of Arthas, you had to make one up anyway.

It must be crazy to directly say that he is a member of the Minahill family, and it is a bit inappropriate to say that the surname Van Cleeff is also a behemoth that can fight with the alliance for many years, and the intelligence organization must have it.

If she had known that her surname was Van Cleef, she might have made some, and more was better than less at this time.

She thought about it for a moment, and Vanessa knew that hesitation for more than a second would arouse the suspicion of the other party, and she quickly called out a name.

"Hope. Vanessa. Struid. "This name is not like a commoner, nor is it like a big nobleman, it is not long or short, it is just right.

The other party really didn't hear the problem.

"I'm Itreig, an advisor to the Grand Chief, and it's an honor to know you, Miss Struix."

"Long admiration, long admiration, long admiration ......"

In the evening, Itreig brought them the latest news.

The Wailing Cavern was in complete chaos, and the orc scouts couldn't dig deeper, and they could only see the beasts rushing out of the cavern, destroying everything they saw in their path.

"How is this Night Elf druid going to wake up, and does he have a cure for that land?" Itreg had a strange impression of this bald elf, and after fighting with the elf for so many years, this was the first time he had seen the elf bald, and a wave of distrust came out of his heart......

Vanessa is sure that there is, there must be, there must be!

The awakening work was done by Muyo the Minotaur, and with the help of Itreig, he quickly gathered the props needed for the awakening ceremony.

Vanessa only knew at this time that waking up from the Jade Dream was so complicated, and she still needed professional props, and no one reminded her at all......

The awakening process was quite smooth, and some of the fish-man's nightmares were brought to the physical realm with the awakening of the night elves.

They swarm out of the shadows, trying to drag the elven druids back into the nightmare.

The orcs, who were both protecting and monitoring on the periphery, didn't use Vanessa to do anything, and they didn't see the difference between these fishmen and the serious fishmen, they didn't even look at it, they picked up a big axe to clean up the garbage, and divided it by two, and cut a group of materialized fish-man nightmares into pieces.