For Griffo Shadowmoon of the Shadowmoon Clan, this is his twelfth year in the continent of Azeroth. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

If you think about it, how fast time flies! He was still an apprentice shaman, in Nagrand pious to ask for the approval of the elements...... Later, under the guidance of the Great Chief Nao Zu, he drank the blood of demons, controlled the power of evil powers, and became a warlock.

Twelve years ago, following the horde army through the Dark Portal, he arrived in this rich and strange continent.

When he first saw this continent, that kind of surprise is still engraved in his heart to this day. He originally thought that he could survive on this continent, but unfortunately the tribe was defeated and defeated.

In Blackstone Mountain, due to Gul'dan's betrayal, the orc army was completely scattered, Orgrimmar was defeated, and Gul'dan was nowhere to be found, and some of the remaining orcs were captured by the alliance and imprisoned in the asylum camp, while others were scattered in small corners of the continent like Griff.

As a warlock, Griffo naturally does not become slacked and emaciated like ordinary orcs, due to the failure of demon blood. In fact, he can maintain his will by absorbing the power of evil energy at any time.

However, his situation is somewhat delicate compared to that of his companions.

There were many orcs in the shelter, and there were also many orcs scattered all over Lordaeron. Although the alliance has sent silver hands to hunt it down many times, it has not achieved much success. Because the orcs who retreated into the forest are not so easy to find. Not to mention that many orcs have joined together under the leadership of some remnant clans.

Griffo had also gone looking for his compatriots to join him, and for a few years he had taken the initiative to find his old buddies from the Warsong Clan, hoping to join them. However, when the chief of the Warsong clan found out that he was a warlock, he almost had his head cut off.

After two betrayals by Gul'dan and Naozu, no orc would ever trust a warlock again.

Griffo had to hide alone in the forest at the westernmost edge of the Tirisfarda glades.

In fact, this is a bit incredible, you must know that the mages of Dalaran are extremely wary of these warlocks, and even in this regard, they specially created magical instruments that can detect evil energy. Most of Griffo's former colleagues, scattered across the continent, have now been killed by the mages or imprisoned in Violet Prison.

However, Griffo is different, he has his own hole cards. During the Battle of Blackstone Mountain, he once killed a High Elf mage and found an interesting magical trinket on the mage that had helped him hide for so many years......

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On this day, while Griffo was hunting in the forest as usual, he suddenly heard movement at the edge of the forest. Out of vigilance, he summoned the Eye of Kilrog, and soon spotted the intruder.

Sure enough, it was a Kenrito mage, but it didn't seem like she was very powerful.

After so many years of battling Kenrito, Griffo has accumulated a lot of experience. In fact, he had been prepared just in case.

He used a large amount of evil energy to pollute a large tree in the middle of the forest, which attracted Kenrito's detection equipment to this area, and then carried the traces of the contamination all the way to a nearby cave.

In the cave he laid out a picture of the owner of the cave having long since left, and placed a slave imp at the door of the cave.

A few years ago, a Kendrito mage had been deceived by him in this way, and then he really thought he had left the place, and gave up the search.

This time, Griffo wanted to do it again.

This time, the mage sent by Kenrito was much younger and more stupid than the one who came last time. Griffo even wondered if he wanted to kill the mage so he could absorb the arcane energy from her.

Griff licked his lips at the thought of the smell of blood irrigated with arcane energy.

But in the end, he dismissed this idea, because there was another person with the mage by his side. The strength of this man was even weaker than that of the mage, and judging by the way he was dressed, he seemed to be a human priest with little combat power.

But Griffo smelled a familiar smell in him.

From this smell, he recalled a scene from that year.

At Blackstone Mountain, five of his companions died at the hands of a human priest, their eyes wide open and full of fear, an expression that Griffin will never forget in his life.

And the smell of this human priest is almost exactly the same as that of the pastor on Blackstone Mountain.

After years of infiltration, Griffo, who had already been there, became extremely vigilant, so he had been watching from a distance, with the eyes of Kilrog, and did not dare to step forward.

As he expected, this time the mage was also fooled.

However, something happened to the mage, and the priest next to her, for some reason, quarreled, and then the mage continued to go deeper into the forest alone, while the priest left.

The direction in which the mage is heading is precisely where Griffo's true retreat is.

The thought that had been dispelled before suddenly reappeared in Griffo's mind.

When he first stormed Stormwind, Griffo had tasted the blood of a mage irrigated with arcane energy, a delicacy he would never forget.

Griffin couldn't resist the temptation.

However, he was still a little cautious, and waited again for a while, and after confirming that the priest had indeed left, he appeared in front of the mage in the open.

When he saw Griffo, the mage was visibly surprised, but he didn't show much hostility, and was clearly deceived by Griffo's disguise.

"Hello, Venerable Mage, I think I need your help!" After so many years in Lordaeron, Griffo has learned the lingua franca of mankind like a perfect learner.

As he approached the mage, Griffo tightened his grip on the staff he had hidden behind him.