While Gianna and Jon were searching the forest, Griffo Shadowmoon was not in the forest because he was in a wilderness at the edge of the forest. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking at those figures in the distance of the wilderness, Griffo felt that his emotions were a little excited!

They're all orcs, and that's their own people!

I haven't seen my compatriots for many years.

Even Griffo's hand holding the staff trembled a little.

While wandering around a small human town, he saw a strange pattern on a stone slab. I didn't pay much attention to it, but when I looked closely, I found that it was written in orc language!

The above content is to the effect that if there are lone orcs, then please come and gather here.

The motifs are new, and this shamanic script is rarely inscribed even within the tribe.

However, Griffo is still very careful, because he is afraid that this is a trap laid by humans, so he does not dare to approach but dare to put on a disguise and secretly observe from a distance.

But now it seems that this can't be a trap! Because there are so many figures in front of him, all of them are his own compatriots.

Excited, Griffo coughed violently.

The orcs also found Griffo's traces at this time.

"It's an elf!" The tall orc at the front shouted as he raised his axe, as if to rush at Griffo forever.

"Damn it!" Knowing that his compatriots had misunderstood him, Griffo quickly took off his disguise.

"I'm Griffo of the Shadowmoon Clan!" He said in a loud orc voice.

As he spoke, he walked tremblingly towards his compatriots: "I saw the marks you left on the stone slab, that's why I came here, I have been living alone in this forest for seven years!" ”

"It's a warlock!" Looking at the staff that emitted green fire in Griffo's hand, the tall orc did not put down his axe, but his expression became more nervous, and the hostility in his eyes even deepened a little.

"Don't be in a hurry, Abdul-Jabbar!" An old voice came from the center of the orc: "The elemental told me that the one who came was an old friend!" ”

An orc with a little pale hair walked out of the crowd, his eyes hollow, and it was obvious that both eyes were blind.

The orc known as Jabbar nodded at the old orc, obviously still respecting him.

"Drektar!" Griffo whispered the orc's name.

Drektar, the shaman of the Frostwolf Clan, came to Shadowmoon Fortress with Griffo to be taught by Naozu to become a warlock who wields evil powers. Later, the Frostwolf Clan was exiled by Guldan, and he has not been seen since, but he didn't expect it to be still or, and it seems to be ......

"Long time no see, Griffo!" Drektar said, facing Griffo's direction.

Looking at the rich elemental power around his old friend, Griffo's expression was a little bitter: "Drektar, my old friend, has the elemental accepted your call again?" ”

"Yes!" A smile appeared on the corner of the old shaman's mouth: "Although it has paid a little price!" ”

As he spoke, he pointed to his eyes.

Griffo looked down at his veins that had been dyed green by the evil energy, and shook his head.

Drektar could abandon his evil powers and return to the embrace of the elements, but he Griffo couldn't.

After so many years of being immersed in evil energy, he has long been unable to leave.

"Stay away from us, Warlock!" The orc, known as Jabbar, stared at Griffo and said viciously, "I haven't forgotten your crimes! ”

Griffo's footsteps stopped, in fact, among the many compatriots in front of him, except for Drektar, no one looked at him with a hint of kindness.

Griffo sighed, then turned away.

"Griff......" Drektar's voice came from behind him.

"Shaman, you know, we can't accept a warlock who once betrayed us!" Jabbar's loud voice came from behind him.

Griffo sighed again.

It is impossible for the compatriots to accept themselves anymore, and the forests of the Tirisfal Glade are their own destination.

"But we can't just remember betrayal and hatred!" A majestic voice came again.

Griffo couldn't believe his ears, and he looked back to see an orc walking from a distance, his black armor and black hammer in his hand shining.

All the orcs, including Drektar and Jabbar, saluted him.

"Great Chief, ......," Greif said in a trembling voice.

The orc glanced at Griffo and continued, "Since the defeat of Blackstone Mountain, we have given too much, we have forgotten the glory of the past, and even the dignity of the past. Like the tarbes, we allowed the humans to imprison us in shelters or deported us to the wilderness......"

His voice was still as majestic as it had been then.

"Therefore, we must reunite and unite the forces that all the tribes once had, and reclaim the glory that belongs to us!"

……

"Griffo of the Shadowmoon Clan begs your forgiveness for my sins!" Griffo fell to his knees at the orc.

The black hammer slammed into the ground, and the orc's majestic voice sounded again: "In the name of the hammer of destruction, forgive your innocence!" ”

The orc named Jabbar snorted, but didn't say much.

Orgrimmar-Hammer of Doom stared into Griff's eyes, "Griff, of the Shadowmoon Clan, are you willing to serve the Tribe again?" ”

Griffo nodded thoughtlessly, "I do!" ”

At this moment, Griffo suddenly felt the blood boiling all over his body again, and even the pain of evil energy torture was no longer so obvious at this time.

He raised his staff aloft and shouted in a somewhat hoarse voice:

“Lok-tar?ogar！”

"For the Horde!"