The dark clouds squeezed the sky, hiding the scarlet eyes just now, as if they were about to fall, so depressed that it seemed as if the whole world was quiet, and the indifferent wind shuttled violently, and the oppressive atmosphere filled the entire Kalimdor continent.

A drizzle of rain continued to fall from the gloomy sky.

The heavens and the earth were white, and a silver-white dragon danced in the sky with a roar, and his eyes were faintly watching this qiē, and Sal's face was full of exhaustion.

"What the hell is going on with the Book of Medivan?" A majestic figure, with two horns on his head, sat on top of a tiger skin blanket, stretched out his muscular thick arms, and a pair of rough hands on the square table made of wood in front of him, tearing a fragrant wild boar fiercely, and the huge pork knuckle was held and gnawed on the mouth of the bull's head, this was a minotaur.

"I'm confused too," Sal shook his head slightly, showing that he didn't understand.

The five words of the Book of Medivan are already a pain in Thrall's heart, and for this artifact, the noble orcs don't know how many people have died.

The sound of footsteps came out, and a burly minotaur compared to ordinary people walked into the camp tent quickly, and came to the minotaur who was eating food.

"Little Bane, why are you here?" Seeing the young minotaur, the old minotaur who was eating was stunned, put down the food in his hand, looked up at the young minotaur and said.

"Father, I'm here to fight," little Bane said on his young, immature face. Bursts of excitement emerged. The mouth opened his mouth and continued; "I want to be a warrior as great as my father."

This scene was seen in Sal's eyes. The look of worry about the situation for many days slowly faded from his face, and he showed a rare smile, looking at the eyes and saying gently; "To be a great warrior, you need to be an adult."

"I'm not small," Bane immediately retorted.

"Chief's urgent report," an orc hurried over to the outside of the tent. He opened his mouth and shouted.

He didn't have the right to walk into the tent in front of him unimpeded, and he didn't wait for the guards guarding outside the tent to stop him.

The four words of the emergency battle report made Kane and Sal stand up immediately, and walked out of the camp in a few steps, looking at a middle-aged orc outside, Sal did not speak, it was Kane who spoke.

"What's wrong with Arthas?"

Kane's full name is Kane. Bloodhoof, the chief of the Minotaur clan. A legendary hero, precisely because of his existence. The Minotaur was liberated from the fugitive life of being constantly chased by the centaurs, occupied the beautiful and rich Mogaolei, and established the main city of their own race, Thunder Cliff, so that the Minotaur could develop and grow, it can be said unceremoniously that it was because of Kane. The preservation of the bloody hoof, the minotaur was revived.

However, this is all the original history, in the current original history has been changed beyond recognition by Rex, the Silvermoon City that should have been captured is still alive, the Hearthvale Valley, which should not have been captured, has been reduced to a broken wall, and the orcs have suffered an unwarranted disaster, and are being chased and killed by Arthas himself leading an army.

And the fate of the minotaur has also changed, but I don't know if it's fate or curse, even if the fate of the minotaur has changed, or they have come together with the orcs, facing the centaur frequent raids on the east coast of Kalimdor, the minotaur can't resist, the centaur is not a garbage class, they are savage and warlike, but one of the most powerful races in the world of Azeroth, they are natural cavalry, unparalleled in the field battle.

Good at riding and shooting, coming and going like the wind, enough to sweep a qiē in the plain battle, the only flaw is that this centaur is not good at attacking fortifications, and there are not many ways to encounter the majestic city.

With the attack of the centaurs, when the minotaur lost hope, Sal, a young chieftain, came with the army of the orcs, he saved the minotaur in a desperate situation, the relationship between the two sides was simply like glue, and the dog skin plaster was quickly glued together, Sal also gave full play to the great strategic vision, after winning over the minotaur, with the capital to base himself on the continent of Kalimdor, he couldn't wait to open up the soil for the orcs to survive.

Launched a battle against centaurs and boar people, a qiē progress, as Sal expected, they conquered the barren eastern wasteland, on this land, Sal found the shadow of his hometown, even if Sal never went back in his memory, but in the description of others, he can still find that this place is very similar to his hometown, so Sal gave this land a resounding name, Durontal, but also to commemorate his great father.

One qiē is so beautiful, defeating the army of centaurs and boar people, the orcs have the soil to survive, and the noble orcs will continue to reproduce here, passing on from generation to generation.

But the good times didn't last long, the nightmare of the minotaurs and the orcs finally came, Arthas led a large army, and landed on the continent of Kalimdor, after their appearance, they launched an attack on the orcs and minotaurs, there was no buffer room between the two sides, and the war began.

The centaurs are very strong, but they were still defeated by the combined forces of the orcs and the minotaurs, the coalition army looked for flaws, and broke the boar and centaurs respectively, and the orcs had the absolute upper hand, but after Arthas appeared, the situation was immediately reversed, a tragic battle, constantly fighting, in order to identify the victory, Kel'thugad personally shot, pulled the boar and the centaurs, formed a coalition, and launched an attack on the tribe.

"There's word from Arthas that he will withdraw his forces as long as we submit to him," the orc said in a deep voice.

"No way, it's impossible for a noble orc to surrender and become a captive again," said an old-looking orc, flatly vetoed.

"Yes, I'd rather die in battle than surrender," said another old-looking orc.

They have participated in the First and Second Great Wars, and even lived in that shelter for more than ten years, like the life of prisoners, there is no freedom, when the blood of the devil is back, they enter the bald waste, they don't feel anything, but now they have regained their former glory, liberated from the prisoners, and would rather die than lose their freedom again.

"What else did he say?" Sal also had an angry look on his face, but he controlled his anger well.

"He said that if he handed over the Book of Medivan, he would withdraw his troops," the orc said again.

"It's the damn Book of Medivan again, who knows what it is?" A curse came out, Arthas led the army to attack, never hiding his purpose, everyone knew that Arthas came for the Book of Medivan, but what this Book of Medivan was, the orcs were very confused, and they couldn't figure it out at all.

I haven't looked for it many times, but no one knows what the Book of Medivan is? It was difficult to find, and if it weren't for Alsace's insistence on asking for the Book of Medivan again and again, anyone would have thought that the Book of Medivan was a fake.

In the world of Azeroth, there is no network, there is no Baidu, it is difficult to query a thing, unlike modern people who want to figure out a thing, as long as you search for Baidu, in the era of no network, to find something, you need to turn the book, look for it in the huge sea of books, I don't know how long it will be wasted, where will there be the use of Baidu, as long as there will be an answer in a few seconds.

The Internet, which is an epoch-making invention.

There are not many people in the world of Azeroth, and there are few orcs who really know the Book of Medivan, they are now old and old, and they are all aware of the death, such as Gul'dan, etc., while the minotaurs have lived in Kalimdor for generations, facing the pursuit of centaurs, and have limited knowledge of the affairs of the Eastern Kingdom, and do not know much at all.

In the world of Azeroth, before Gianna crossed the Endless Sea, the connection between the two continents of Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdom was not very dense, and the two sides were still relatively unfamiliar with each other.

"What exactly is the Book of Medivan? After a while, it will be clear, "Sal's eyes are dark, he has experienced the cultivation of Terran culture since he was a child, and he still has an impression of the strong man in the history of the Terran, this Medivan is a demigod, but how bad his reputation is, it is a hurdle that cannot be bypassed in human history, and there are three words Medivan in the list of few demigod powerhouses."

So Thrall has already sent someone back to the Eastern Kingdom to inquire about the news, I believe that the news will be passed back in the next few days, Thrall is not worried about the accident of the people sent there, they are going on the goblin warship, in terms of the power of the sea, the goblins are second to none in the world of Azeroth.

"Go and bring in Chief Senkin, and we'll discuss," Sal said after a moment of thought.

An orc answered, and walked directly towards a place in the camp.

Soon the green figure disappeared from everyone's eyes.

After Sal finished speaking, he walked directly back to the tent, Kane waved at Bane, signaling Bane to leave by himself, and walked into the tent with his strong body bowed and sat down.

Soon, a hunched figure with fangs on its mouth stepped into the tent.

Thrall of the Orcs, Kane of the Minotaurs, Senjin of the Dark Spear Trolls, and the three giants of the tribe meet again (to be continued......