Today is the last day of the Keshhag festival, and almost all the clans have arrived safely, but there is one clan that still no one has arrived, and that is the Black Scar Clan, where the shamans sit in their tents and discuss the matter.

Under normal circumstances, if the clan is unable to participate in the festival, someone will be sent to inform them in advance, but at this time, the Black Scar Clan is still silent, and the old shamans are full of worry and sadness, in this case, usually either the clan is at war, or it has been wiped out.

Speaking of the Black Scar Clan, I have to say that his current patriarch Kaslakir, he is a legendary figure, he just became an adult and took over from his father who died unexpectedly, the war-torn clan, and also inherited the legendary battle axe Serahir, after a long struggle, he finally led the clan's warriors to fight bloody battles to repel the invading enemies, and also brought back redemption for his clan.

In this way, they have been living peacefully in the Tanaan jungle, and although it is still very difficult, at least they have survived.

Perhaps out of respect for such a tenacious clan, the shamans decided to work together to check the current state of the clan through the elemental spirits, who performed rituals and saw a scene unfold before them.

It was a man's point of view, she walked in the freezing wind, holding an orc baby in her arms, and in front of her was a meadow covered with frost, and the shamans recognized the meadow, which was the Nagrand meadow, and as she continued to look, the man's vision was filled with fire.

"That's?" the shamans looked surprised.

It was the camp they were in under the sacred mountain of Voshugu, and when they saw this, the man's vision quickly fell into the grass, and the last sight in front of him was blurry, but it was probably recognizable that she was looking at the orc baby, and then the vision fell into darkness.

After watching this scene, the shamans looked at each other's faces, and at this time, the shaman leader of the Shadow Moon Clan, Nao Zu, was the first to react, rushing out of the tent and shouting, "Shadow Moon Guard!

Several guards of the Shadowmoon Clan immediately appeared in front of Naozu, and Naozu said loudly: There should be a fainting orc and a baby outside the camp!

Shamans from various other clans also came out of their tents one after another, calling out to the warriors of their clans, giving the same order.

There was a commotion in the celebration camp, and everyone had no idea what was going on.

Izzy, Orgrim, and Durotan happened to be together to peek at the shaman's tent, so they were the first to break out of the camp.

With his extraordinary memory, Durotan quickly judged where the last place in the scene was where the man fainted, and the three of them quickly found a female orc with a baby in her arms, lying on the side of the road.

Several people hurriedly stepped forward to check, and Orgrim shouted loudly to the camp: "Here!

Izzy and Durotan examined the orc's injuries, and Durotan gasped after just one glance, the orc had a rough bone dagger stuck in her back.

Izzy stretched out his finger and put it on the orc's nose, and found that she was still breathing weakly, and Izzy looked at the baby again, the baby's face was pale at this time, but it was obviously alive, Izzy thought about it, the orc must be powerless, and could only wait for the shaman to come to the rescue.

So Izzy picked up the baby, thought for a moment, and wrapped him in his chest, where only it was the warmest.

The warriors of the camp were quickly found, including the head of the clan, Zagrel, the patriarch of the Whiteclaw Clan, who knew that she was hopeless at one glance at the orc's injuries, and perhaps with some treatment, and could say her last wishes.

He told the warriors not to touch the orc's wounds and brought her back to the camp, while Izzy stepped forward and gave Zagrell the dying baby in his chest.

Zagrell glanced at Izzy with admiration and quickly returned to the camp with the baby in his arms.

After a long time, thanks to the efforts of many clan shamans, the orc finally woke up.

She opened her eyes weakly, as if she didn't see the baby, she immediately fell into a panic, Nao Zu hurriedly asked people to carry the baby who had recovered to health, and the orc immediately calmed down after seeing the baby.

She was too weak to speak out loud, and Nao Zu listened to the last few words of the female orc, nodded, and whispered, "Don't worry, I understand"

The orc gave the group a final smile, as if to nod in thanks, but she nodded and never lifted it again.

The shaman leader of the Shadowmoon Clan, Naozu, knelt down on one knee beside the orc and began to whisper the orc's eulogy: "May you finally find peace of your own, and may your soul be reunited with the ancestors soon." ”

The atmosphere around him fell into sadness, everyone left the tent, and Naozu walked up to the high platform, holding a wooden staff in his hand, on which a purple crystal floated, and he stomped the staff to the ground with force, three times in a row, and the surroundings fell into peace.

"Fellow citizens! I have just received sad news. ”

"Just today!The Blackscar Clan has been wiped out in the flames of war, and a tribe of ogres enslaved by Goron despicably took advantage of the fact that the main members of the Blackscar Clan had come to participate in the Keshhag Festival, sneaked up on the Blackscar Clan's camp, and ambushed the Blackscar Clan's convoy to participate in the festival halfway. ”

"The patriarch of the Black Scar Clan, our legendary hero Kasrakir desperately shielded his companion Mora, escaped from the ambush point there, and brought this news back, and his partner Mora has just returned to the arms of the ancestor due to his injuries, this baby named Nazgrell is the last survivor of the Black Scar Clan. ”

Neozu took the orc baby and held it high in the sky, and suddenly let out an angry roar:

"Tell me, warriors, what are we going to do with such a shameless sneak attack, how can we appease the wrath of the Ancestral Spirits!"

The audience immediately roared one after another: "We want revenge! Kill them all! For the spirit of the ancestors! Avenge the Black Scar Clan! Avenge the heroes who died bravely!"

"Chiefs of the clans, begin, we must make the despicable enemy pay the price for this shameful attack!"

The war began, all the orcs in the camp were busy, the warriors began to assemble, check the equipment, and the children were given death orders to stay in the tents of the camp and wait for their fathers to return.

Izzy and the other three are now sitting together on a blanket in a tent.

"It's infuriating, we just have to wait here. Orgrim said impatiently.

"The warriors of the camp should go after the ogre team that ambushed the Black Scar Chieftain first" They can't run to the Tanaan jungle to kill that Goron at least today. Durotan's blue eyes reflected the glow of the campfire, and he calmly analyzed.

Izzy was also pinching his chin and thinking about it at this time, sorting out what had happened recently in his mind at this time.

"The part where Orgrim and Durotan became friends, Izzy remembers that in the Warcraft novels, it happened during the festival before Durontan's coming-of-age ceremony, and the orcs came of age at the age of 16, which means that they became friends at the age of 15, but now they have been friends since they were 11 years old. ”

Izzy wondered if this change was due to his own time travel, or because it might be a parallel world.

This matter is very important in Izzy's heart, because it is related to the time when the Burning Legion discovers the planet Draenor, and Izzy clearly remembers the day Durotan and his spouse Draka hunt together, and the Burning Legion's Talgas is watching them.

If it wasn't possible to determine when the Burning Legion would find Draenor, Izzy feared that bad luck would suddenly befall the orcs, but Izzy didn't have time to stop it, or even catch him off guard.

In addition, the festival did not see Kargas's Broken Hand Clan, which means that his clan has not yet been formed, or that Kargas has not returned to the arena because of his own change of fate.

In addition, this war, if nothing else, should be the Blood River War, and Izzy has a deep impact on the NPC Nazgrell, so I deliberately read the information on the Internet.

Seeing that Izzy did not speak, Durotan went up and patted him, and asked with a concerned expression:

"What do you have in mind?

Izzy came back to his senses and smiled, and said to Durotan:

"Don't call me that, I'm just a little bit of a stomachache, I'll go out for a while and I'll be back in a while." ”

Putting aside the questions he couldn't find answers to, and deciding to focus on the war in front of him first, he decided to sneak out, preferably watching the battle from a distance, to see how the other orcs fought, hoping that he would learn something.

With an idea in mind, he immediately took action, Izzy didn't want to take Durotan and Orgrim with him, they were too young to fight, he had at least seen the world, and he believed that his long-term training was not in vain.

Getting out of the tent, he immediately circled around and found his backpack and weapons on the clan wagon, and after a brief inspection, he walked to the camp gate, ready to follow the footsteps of the orc troops.

Izzy quietly made his way towards the gate.

"Do you think you'll leave us alone and go into that battle on your own?" Durontan's voice suddenly came from the shadows on the side of the road, startling Izzy.

"You kid is not enough friends, such a good thing actually wants to leave us, I don't think you treat us as friends at all!" Ogrim snorted and said angrily.

"Don't mess around! Why don't you participate in the battle, I just want to see how the elders fight, don't follow me, that's an ogre, I'm not joking, while no one finds out now, you go back quickly!"

"Why can you go as a little cub with a fire blade, but not my frost wolf?" said Durotan unconvinced.

"That's it, that's it, you both can go, I should go and see it, I have to protect you two. Orgrim said as a matter of course.

Izzy and Durotan looked at him with disdain, and Izzy made a middle finger gesture that Ogrim couldn't read, but he felt insulted.

"Hey, I'm not going to the head office!" said Izzy, dejected, knowing that he couldn't gamble the lives of these two key men just because he wanted to learn to fight, that would be too risky.

"I don't know if you're going or not, I'm sure I'm going to go," "Me too, so am I!" Durotan and Orgrim said their decisions one after another.

Izzy felt as if he had lifted a rock and hit himself in the foot, and his face turned blue and he wanted to be beaten to the ground by the two men.

"Okay! Let's go together, I made it clear in advance, no matter what, don't think about going up and making trouble, let's just watch the battle from afar, and come back when we're done, or a random ogre can tear us all to shreds, you know?"

Izzy warned the two of them with a serious face, and their heads clicked quickly, and Izzy didn't know if they really listened.

Following the footprints all the way, the three of them from the moon just appeared, to the middle of the starry sky, and finally heard the sound of battle by a river.

A poorly equipped but surprisingly large ogre unit is slaughtering each other with the orcs assembled at the Keshhag Celebration, which is attended by important members of the various clans and elite guards.

The current situation is obvious, although the number of orcs is not large, their comprehensive combat effectiveness is many times higher than that of the ogre army.

Truth be told, Izzy found the lineup to be outrageous, with the current chief of the Warsong Clan, Golmash Hellroar, his young son Gromash Hellroar, the chieftain of the Blackstone Clan, Destroyer Blackhan, Tyrka Doomhammer, the Frostwolf Clan's Chief Garrad, and his eldest son, Fenris Wolfline, the young chief of the Bloodcave Clan, Kilrog Deadeye, and finally the Sarufar brothers of the Thunder King Clan.

Suddenly, Izzy also noticed a fierce orc, the orc was covered in blood, seriously injured, bloody with various weapons inserted in his body, his left hand was cut off from the arm, and the remaining hand was holding a huge blood-red battle axe, wielding it with all his might, he was like the protagonist in the battlefield at this time, and everywhere he passed, like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, dismembering the ogres into various parts.

Izzy looked at the mighty orc and felt a new appreciation for the art of combat.

The battle lasted until dawn, the river was red with blood, and the sunrise shone on the river, a scene that would have been beautiful if you excluded the corpses of the ogres piled up on several hills.

After killing the last ogre that could be seen, the battle was over and they were victorious.

At this time, all the orc warriors gathered around the fierce warrior, who was exhausted, and sat on the ground with his back to a pile of ogre corpses, dying.

The three of Izzy, lying on a mound in the distance, looking at the scene over there, the orcs have good eyesight, and they can roughly see what the orcs are doing in that circle.

The dying warrior, whispering what had happened, handed over his battle axe to the patriarch of the Frostwolf Clan, Garrad.

Finally, the great warrior, with a smile on his lips, lowered his noble head, as if in a sweet dream, and never woke up.

All the orc warriors collectively let out an earth-shattering roar, which was to remind the ancestors of the dead that they must come and escort a new heroic spirit back to the abode of the ancestors' souls.

Kaslakir, the last chief of the Black Scar Clan, was ambushed and besieged on the last night of the Kshhag festival.

This great warrior, after desperately covering his partner to leave the cruel battlefield, resolutely turned around and returned to his comrades and people, at this moment he was surrounded by countless enemies, he fought bravely, in the sea of blood and blood, dragging the bloody body, fighting all night.

In the end, with his back to the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, as the sun rose, he passed away and threw himself into the arms of his ancestors.

His last words before dying were: "I have glorified my life, killed countless enemies, and now I also deserve to die!"