After some secret conversations, Bane reluctantly agreed to relay the Harpy's request to Thrall, but he also stressed that there was no guarantee that the Grand Chief would agree, and in exchange, the Harpy gave away everything she knew about the Fireblade Clan without any reservations.

To be honest, the information provided by the Harpy made them secretly frightened, because the Fireblade Clan had already gathered three companies of men in Orgrimmar, waiting for the time to overthrow Thrall's rule, and now Orgrimmar was like a volcano about to erupt, and it could burn the city into flames at any time.

Although Bane didn't believe that Thrall, who had grown up among humans, would know nothing about it, he decided to get to Orgrimmar sooner, even though Thrall didn't necessarily need their help. After waiting for the druids to heal the wounded and expel the evil energy from everyone, he couldn't wait to set out with the team.

Harga? Bloody Eye, the shrewd merchant didn't hesitate to push the smashed wagons aside, then gathered the most valuable goods into a few still intact wagons and followed them on the road.

"We have to let Sal know that he has no shortage of supporters!" The orc said excitedly, "I will never forget the day he rescued us from Dunhold, it was the beginning of my new life!" ”

Diego nodded secretly, it seems that the orcs are not all ungrateful and ungrateful, they also know who can lead them to live a good life, instead of fighting life and death every day, living in fear.

"And the Dry Water Valley has been blocked for quite some time, and my shipment will definitely be sold at a good price, which is enough to make up for the loss of those carts," Harga said proudly, "From this point of view, I have to thank those Fireblade Orcs!" ”

Diego almost fell off Kodomon's back when he heard this.

"Well, I must have misheard." He said to himself in his heart.

……

Though they had driven them as fast as the Kodomons could endure, they saw the other end of the ochre-red desert blurred by the scorching heat, the mountains that lay at the end of the horizon. They had been trekking under the scorching sun of Dulongtar for almost a week.

The east-west mountain range stretches from the westernmost banks of the Nushui River to the ruined shores of Azhara in the east. The orc city of Orgrimmar sits in a huge valley between these mountains.

As they walked closer to the mountains, he saw the rough, tall walls embedded in the mountains, and then a great and sturdy gate. The walls of the city are covered with sharp ironwood spikes, and on either side stand huge towers with bright red roofs, all of which are filled with a rugged and savage atmosphere. Diego stared at the city in shock, and in the light of the setting sun, Orgrimmar was bigger than he had ever seen in his memory.

He looked around. Most of the minotaurs were accustomed to this, they had been to this place many times before, and Bane looked at him with a smile, clearly expecting Diego's reaction. Diego felt his cheeks burn all at once, and he thought carefully about his every move just now, sincerely hoping that he was not as embarrassed as a country bun.

"Welcome to Orgrimmar!" Bane said. Compared to the idyllic Thunder Bluffs, which resemble a large village, Orgrimmar is more like a city, more like the capital of a country.

"Admirable," replied Diego, "and worthy of its status in the tribe." ”

Bane laughed. "Come with me."

He shook the reins of his mount. Be the first to walk towards the gate.

This gate is not just tall, but very, very huge. Some orc guards in standard armor stood on either side of the gates, but they had no intention of checking pedestrians, as the city had always been known for being open and fearless. When Bane and his companions rode into the city gates on Kodomon, more than one orc guard noticed the mixed human and Night Elves in the ranks, but they didn't make a fuss, just took them for captives of the Minotaurs. Orgrimmar wasn't like the countryside of Crossroads and Razor Ridge, where the people had seen the world - at least so they thought so.

Because it is located in a valley, Orgrimmar is inevitably limited and influenced by the terrain. The city is divided into five parts according to the course of the mountain. They are, in turn, the Valley of Strength, the Valley of Honor, the Valley of Wisdom, the Valley of Spirit, and the Dark Alley District, which is located in the center of the city.

The Valley of Power is the area closest to the city gates, and is the commercial center of Orgrimmar, with many shops and businesses. Most of the visitors from out of town also choose to stay in the hotels, and there are also banks and auction houses run by goblins to serve any need.

To the north from the Valley of Power is the Dark Alley area, where the valley becomes narrow, and the high cliffs on both sides make the visibility here extremely poor, and the sun is not seen all year round. But the relatively low cost of opening a store also attracts some small merchants, and the dimly lit environment is more suitable for some gray transactions, in a sense, the dark alley area is like the black market of Orgrimmar, if you want to buy something that is hard to find elsewhere, less legal, you might want to try your luck here.

Heading northeast from the dark alley area, through a gate, is a huge circular valley - the Valley of Honor. There is a small lake rarely seen in Durotal, and almost all of Orgrimmar's large buildings that need a large space are housed here, such as smelting furnaces, forge engineering workshops, and animal pens. In the deepest part of the Valley of Honor stands a magnificent arena, where the aggressive orcs often settle their disputes with each other, an ancient tradition of life-and-death fighting.

To the west of the Dark Alley, in a smaller col, the Valley of Wisdom, stands the royal court of the Great Chief Thrall - the Orcs call it the Glomash Fortress, a name derived from the famous orc hero Grom? Hell roars. At the entrance to the fortress, the skull of Manolos, the abyss lord who had driven the entire orc tribe into madness with his blood, was hung in public.

Heading south along the main road in front of the Glomaš Fortress, just above the cliffs on the west side of the Valley of Power, is a long, narrow valley called Spirit Valley, where some exiled Darkspear trolls from Wojin live. The Great Chieftain Thrall has carefully and thoughtfully considered every detail for his allies - there is a round lake with abundant water to provide enough moisture for jungle trolls accustomed to humid climates to keep their skin from drying up and cracking.

In fact, Orgrimmar is not the only one in these five districts, just below the mountain not far from the Dark Alley District, there is also an unknown area, the Shadow Rift, where it is said that some remnants of the Shadow Council are entrenched, but because the High Chief Thrall forbade the orcs to use the shadow spells from the demons in an attempt to free the tribe from the demonic corruption, these warlocks had to survive in this mist-shrouded cave, waiting for decay and death in despair.

Diego is no stranger to Orgrimmar, and in the game, in order to capture it, he and his friends used to know a lot about the city, and they knew a lot about it. More than once, he recalled images of Orgrimmar in his mind, and believed that he had been mentally prepared for what he would see. But when he came here as a visitor, he felt that his eyes were a little too short.

As he passed through the winding and dark gates of the city, and stood again in the sunlight, he was now standing in front of the great square of the Valley of Power. This huge square is not paved with slate or stone, and the ochre-red earth is exposed. Rows of buildings line the square, much stronger than the Minotaur Tents, with thick wooden stakes with sharpened heads that are exposed for defense. The red and brown domes are much shorter than the conical roofs of Thunder Bluff, but many of the houses are two- or even three-storey, with stairs spiraling around the pillars in the middle.

It's a city full of life, and you can see bustling crowds everywhere. Even in this barren and barren land, the new tribe survived like weeds. No, it's not just about surviving, it's a thriving country! Even if no new orc caravans have come from the south in recent times, the square is still full of orcs, and around the square, the cries of merchants, the bargaining of customers, and the cries of cattle come and go, stirring the whole square like a pot of boiling porridge. Some green-skinned orc children ran around in the cracks, happily sprinkling joy like gazelles, while the orc guards patrolled the square, struggling to maintain order. Diego had never imagined that he could see such a scene full of order and life in the territory of the savage and rough orcs.

"It's a miracle of life!" He muttered to himself.