"Dezko, you take everyone to rest in the broken fangs, and I'll go to the Gromash fortress to find the Great Chief." That's when Bane? Bloodhoof said from the side, pulling him out of his emotion.

"It's not safe here, and I bet those Fireblade Clan mongrels already know we're coming," Dezko whispered, "I'd better go with you." ”

"I'll go too," Diego followed, "just in case." ”

Bane glanced at the surging crowd in the plaza and hesitated for a moment to agree. Indeed, in such a mixed place, a random dagger sticking out of the darkness could kill him from behind, and it didn't even take much skill, an ordinary thief could do it.

"I'll entertain the guys, no one knows the city better than I do." Harga? Bloody Eye said enthusiastically, "I'm also an old acquaintance with Gray Kash, the owner of Broken Fangs, so there's no problem at all. ”

Bane nodded, he put Genya? The rune totem pulled aside to say a few words, and then walked towards the northernmost part of the square with Diego and Dezco. Masrae thought about it for a while, and then took advantage of the fact that people were not paying attention to transform into a cheetah, and quietly followed behind Guan Haifa, if someone who didn't know saw it, maybe they would think that this was another animal companion of the hunter.

They made their way through the crowded plaza and into a narrow canyon along the ramp behind the Goblin Bank, entering the dark alley area of Orgrimmar.

The alley was dim, and when you looked up, the sky showed only a narrow line between the steep rock walls on either side. In some places, the rock walls even slope into the canyon, obscuring a little bit of the sky. In the shade of this rock face, the alley area is darker than the rest of Orgrimmar, but it is also cooler. Some orcs built their houses directly under the rocks jutting out of the cliffs, which saved them from the sun and rain.

Due to the cramped and crowded alley area, some clever orcs came up with a good way to expand the space - they carved a wide staircase in the middle of the cliff about twenty or thirty meters above the ground, and then built the house on this step. Compared with the ground floor house, both ventilation and lighting are much better, and it is not so damp. It's a genius idea.

The alleys are lined with shops for the likes of leathermaking, tailoring and alchemy, but that's only on the surface, and if you're a regular customer, you can buy some goodies. However, most of these things are not innocent in origin, some are stolen goods, and some are contraband items such as demon statues, hellstones, and soul fragments. But these shops are only recognizable to the brokers who often hang out on the black market, and most of them have their own logos, some with shriveled heads hanging from the lintels. Some have magic candles lit in the doorway that are never blown out, while others have a blood-stained card embedded in the door.

Unlike the vibrancy of Power Valley, the Dark Alley District is going to be eerie. On both sides of the muddy streets, sneaky orcs in long cloaks stared at them and whispered a few words to each other. However, when Diego turned his head to look at them, he quickly pulled the hood of his cloak and hid himself in the shadows.

To Diego's surprise. No one came up along the way to provoke trouble, and there were no thieves who were not long-sighted—not thieves, though many of them were also good thieves—although they looked at first glance like sheep from abroad. They walked through the entire dark alley area, and finally came to the Valley of Wisdom, and there were no trivial incidents such as porcelain blackmail along the way, let alone assassinations or anything.

As soon as you enter the Valley of Wisdom, you will be greeted by the huge stone masonry fortress, which sits on the highest point in the whole of Orgrimmar. Even if you stand at the city gate, you can faintly see its red roof.

It was a magnificent but impregnable fortress, and the last line of defense for the city after the enemy breached Orgrimmar's walls, though all orcs thought it was impossible. Not far from the fort stands a towering tree. The skull and armor of the Abyssal Lord Manolos are hanging high from its trunk. The blood of this demon had corrupted the orcs, only to be defeated by the orc hero of the Warsong Clan, Grom? Hellroar struck it heroically. But Diego bet the tree wasn't willing to take on the glorious task of public display, as he saw that it looked like it was dying because of the evil power that remained in the skull, which was eating away at its life.

They were standing under that big tree. Looking up at this huge head that looked even more hideous after death, and looking at the huge fangs on both sides of that canine-toothed mouth, I couldn't help but feel a burst of excitement, such a demon almost dragged the entire orc into the abyss of extermination, until today. Some of the remains of Malones and his weapons remain in the Demon Slayer Canyon of Ashenvale, and a large area of the surrounding land has been contaminated with his blood, not only has it become a paradise for demons, but it has become a paradise for demons, known as the Hellfire Ridge.

"Bane, you're finally here!" Just then, a rough voice rang out. They turned sharply and saw an orc in his fifties, slightly rickety but still sturdy, standing not far away, and they were a little surprised—their attention was so caught up in the demonic skull that it carried the heavy history, so that they didn't even notice the orc's arrival.

"Itregu, respected elder!" Bane said kindly, and he walked up and embraced the old orc.

This orc is one of Thrall's most important and trusted advisors, capable and loyal, known for his calmness and intelligence unlike any other orc. Despite his old age, wrinkles crawling at the corners of his eyes, and mottled gray with his messy beard and bun, his ideas were still accepted by Thrall, which no other muscle-filled orc could provide.

Bane had always revered Itreg because of his father's friendship with him. Is this orc one of the few Kanes? One of the orcs that Bloodhoof was pleasing to the eye, he would never let anger destroy his sanity.

Bane narrowed his brown eyes at Itreig's expression. He asked him in the softest voice possible, which was not easy for the Minotaur, "Are you here to meet me?" To be honest, it really flattered me! ”

"In fact, as soon as you set out from Thunder Bluff, Kane asked the Wind Rider (1) to bring news to the Great Chief, and his love for you is always so deep." Therereg smiled approvingly.

Bane nodded a little awkwardly, though admitting it made him feel like a child who hadn't grown up and had been told by his parents not to run away.

"We've been keeping an eye on you, and to be honest, what you've done at the Frontier Outpost and in the Dry Valley, even the most critical father can't say anything, you'll be a good chief, I promise!" Atrig patted the minotaur's next patriarch on the arm and complimented him with satisfaction, he turned his head and looked at the human, "Why don't you introduce me to your human friend, Bane?" ”

"This is Diego? Aznar, from Stormwind, who fought against the Black Dragon Onexia and helped us stop Magatha? The conspiracy of the terror totem. Bane hurriedly introduced.

"Wow, I'm still a dragon slaying hero, salute your bravery and strength!" Itreg exclaimed, and he thumped his chest in awe—Dezko on the side couldn't help but raise his belly, as if to show that he had participated in that battle, but the old orcs didn't even glance at him, they were too familiar to be polite.

"Salute to you, too, to your loyalty and wisdom." Diego hurriedly replied.

"Alright, let's go in first, don't make our Great Chief impatient." Itreig waved his hand, turned around, and walked slowly up the steps in front of the door, although his knees were always tormenting him, but the old man still stubbornly refused the Minotaur's support, "Hey, Bane, let go of your hand, don't take me for an old man!" ”

However, it didn't take a few steps before he stopped again, and Diego noticed that he was staring behind him, with an interesting expression on his face.

Diego turned around in surprise and saw that he didn't know when he had an extra pet, and he couldn't help but cry and laugh when he looked at the familiar cheetah.

"Hey, young Night Elf, I'm already blind, but I can definitely tell the difference between an elven druid and a hunter's pet," Itreig smiled as he looked at the dodging cheetah, but the 'old dazed' eyes were sharper than any young man's, "Stand up, let me see whose boy this is!" ”

Under everyone's gaze, the cheetah leapt into its feet and turned back into the Night Elves.

"Please forgive me for my offense, but please believe that I have absolutely no intention of snooping on the royal court of the Great Chief." He apologized with some embarrassment, "Masrae? Bearskin salutes you. ”

"Understandably, you're just curious, young bearskin! A lot of you guys are energetic! Itreg said magnanimously, not looking at all annoyed by Masrae's unsolicited approach.

"Have you met someone from our family?" Masrae asked curiously.

"Yes, it was in Ashenvale, and I have seen many people from your family, and they are all excellent druids, and you simply can't find their existence in the jungle." Itrieg recalls that he didn't look like a wise political adviser at all and more like an old man who was immersed in the past and chattered.

They chattered and walked towards the inside of the Gromash fortress, and it seemed so harmonious that it was as if nothing was going to happen to Orgrimmar now.

However, this is not the case.

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Note (1): The Wind Riders are the air force of the tribe, they ride bipedal dragons, most of the time they are responsible for reconnaissance and escort missions, sometimes they also participate directly in air combat, and occasionally make a cameo appearance as a courier. The status is roughly equivalent to that of the Griffin Knight of the Alliance. (To be continued.) )