Ogres are the source species of the world of Draenor, and in layman's terms, they are native Draenor natives.

In this they are the same as the orcs.

Unlike orcs, they are taller, stronger, savage, and more ...... Stupid.

Orcs still have some intelligence, and they can control themselves many times and overcome instinct with reason, while ogres act on instinct most of the time. These big guys, with an average height of more than three meters, big shoulders and round waists, and fists bigger than a human head, live a life of eating, sleeping, eating, losing their temper and fighting every day.

When you wake up, you eat, and when you don't have anything to eat, you go to grab it, not only to grab food, but also to take back the people who were robbed and put on the fire to play barbecue.

Don't produce, live by looting, this is an ogre.

Comparatively speaking, the various clans of the orcs can hunt, grow food, and raise livestock such as tabu sheep, and the level of civilization is much higher than that of ogres.

However, due to the fact that ogres are naturally strong and love to raid in groups, they often suffer when they encounter these robber orcs.

Before encountering the Burning Legion and drinking the blood of demons, the relationship between orcs and ogres is often that the former belongs to the bullied party.

By the time Neozu and Gul'dan knelt down and licked Kil'Gardan, and the orcs became a peripheral force of the Burning Legion, the ogre's good days were gone.

The strength of the orcs who drank the blood of the demons skyrocketed, and with the support of the demons of the Burning Legion, not to mention the ogres, even the Draenei were destroyed by them, and their corpses were all over the field. So after Gul'dan came to the door, the ogre joined the tribe with great interest and became a member of the orc army.

It was thought that the orcs would stop after conquering the draenei, and that the ogre's life would not change because of this, and at most the orcs would be removed from the list of raiders. Unexpectedly, the Dark Portal suddenly opened, and Draenor was connected to a world called Azeroth. In order to satisfy their desire to conquer, kill, and acquire more land, the orcs launched an invasion of Azeroth at the instigation of demons.

In view of the Ogre's strong combat power, whether it was to strengthen the strength of the expeditionary force, or to weaken the strength of the Ogre and make the rear of Draenor more stable, Gul'dan issued a conscription order to the Ogre.

In the past, it was the ogre who bullied the orcs, but now the orcs with the support of the demon began to bully the ogre, and it was really unpleasant.

Despite his inner displeasure, the Ogre King Kogar, who was conscripted by Gul'dan, had no choice but to obey, and the Ogre King, one of the most powerful ogres, selected a group of strong warriors to form an ogre army with the rare two-headed ogres of the clan, and crossed the dark gate with the orcs into the strange land of Azeroth.

The war takes place in another world, and the ogre does not care about it. As long as it doesn't interfere with their access to food, as long as it doesn't disturb them to sleep, they don't care if you win or lose in Azeroth.

As for King Kogar, ogres have always been forgetful.

You are here, you can manage us, we will remember you, once you leave, you can't control us, and everyone will forget about you in a few days.

Kogar is gone, and everyone chooses a new king with their fists.

The orcs organized an expedition to Azeroth, and due to the tight war, the orcs almost focused on the humans who were fighting against them, and the supervision of the ogres slowly relaxed.

Without the restraint of the orcs, the ogres began to spread joy all over the world again.

Except that the orcs still can't be provoked, it seems that everything is back to the way it was.

However, after a sudden catastrophe, Draenor began to slide into the abyss of destruction: the barriers of the world were thinning and no longer had the ability to shelter Draenor's many lives; The land is falling apart, lakes are drying up, the land is desertifying, the once fertile land is becoming barren and food is scarce.

If other heartless ogres can endure it, they can't bear it except for the reduction of food.

If you don't have enough food, you will go hungry, you will be hungry, you will be uncomfortable, and when you are uncomfortable, the ogre will go crazy, and the crazy ogre will become unrecognized. Previously they had been a little afraid of the orcs, but hunger made the ogres abandon all their scruples, and they began to attack the orc villages, just as they had done before.

Originally, the ogres thought that they would be ruthlessly suppressed by the orcs if they did so, and they were even ready to go to war with the orcs, but to their surprise, the orcs actually endured this kind of thing. Instead of sending a large army to suppress them, they kept withdrawing their people from the villages bordering them.

Now the ogre was excited.

The two-headed ogre mages of the clan judged that the orcs were in great trouble, and the orc expeditionary force either could not get out of Azeroth, or suffered a major defeat in Azeroth, anyway, the orcs did not have the strength to compete with the powerful ogres, and everyone could grab as much as they wanted.

In order to vent their anger at bowing their heads to the orcs, the ogres even organized a large hunt against the orcs.

The old and weak women and children of the orcs who remained in Draenor once again remembered the fear of being dominated by the ogre, and they could only retreat again and again, constantly migrating farther away.

Ogres don't have this kind of idea when they see it, they can only get an inch.

The orcs' retreat did not satisfy the ogres, but only made them chase harder.

In this way, the ogres chased the old and weak orcs from their largest gathering place, Blade Mountain, across the Zangar swamp, into the Nagrand Meadows, and for a time to Shattrath, the original city of the Draenei.

Just when the ogres were in high spirits and bullying the orcs, something happened to the Zangar swamp.

A sudden flood flooded the entire Zangar Marsh, cutting off access from Blade's Edge to Nagrand. The flood broke out so suddenly, and no one expected that such a flood would occur in today's increasingly dry land, so they were all caught off guard.

The other races were fine, because the Zangar Marsh was surrounded by mountains, and the only three exits were low-lying with the passage to Blade's Edge Mountain and the Hellfire Peninsula, and the side leading to Nagrand, although flat, did not have much impact on the grasslands because the flood had reached this place with no great impact.

But the ogre suffered.

The Zangar Swamp was flooded when an army of ogres came out of Blade's Edge Mountain, and these unfortunate creatures were still trudging through the swamp when the flood occurred. When they saw the monstrous flood, they didn't have time to run, so they could only watch in confusion as the huge waves slapped on their faces, becoming food for the fish and shrimp in the water.

In addition to this unlucky one, there were a number of ogres who were wandering in the Zangar swamp at the time, and they did not escape the disaster.

The unluckiest of all were the ones who had just laboriously made their way through the Zangar swamp and were still near the entrance to the Nagrand steppe. They were swept away by the aftermath of the flood and became the last of the souls to die in the flood. Originally, they only had to start early for half a day, or walk a little faster to avoid dying.

Hit hard by the flood, the ogres were trapped.

Not to mention the heavy losses of the tribe, anyway, after those guys die, they can still reduce everyone's food pressure, and fewer people will grab food. The point is that without follow-up reinforcements, the ogres who entered Nagrand alone can't defeat the orcs, not only can they no longer hunt down the orcs as before, but they also have to pray that the orcs will not come to them for revenge.

In fact, this is also because the ogre thinks too much, and the strength of the orcs has been transferred to Azeroth to fight the humans to the death, and almost all those who remain are old and weak. Until a new batch of orcs grows up, it would be good if they could hold their village, and how could they have the extra strength to take revenge on the ogres.

A great flood in the Zangar Swamp takes the ogre very damner, giving the orcs of Draenor time to catch their breath.

In the face of such a natural disaster, the simple-minded ogre didn't think much about it, and just thought he was unlucky. The old orcs who narrowly escaped the ogre's pursuit regained their faith in the elemental spirits, as they attributed the flood to the protection of the orcs by the elemental spirits.

Even the initiators of the Great Flood would not have imagined that because of this flood, in the homeland of the Orcs, the Orcs have rediscovered their original faith, and the shamanic culture that was once abandoned by the Orcs has been revitalized.

With so many ogres killed in a single flood, they didn't seem to be anything remarkable.

In the flooded Zangar swamp, fish-like figures weave to and fro under the water, searching for drowned ogres in the water, piling corpses at the entrance to Blade Mountain. Due to the fact that there were so many drowning ogres, these corpses completely blocked the road. The stench produced by the decay of the soaked water spread for dozens of miles, causing the Nagas to hide their noses and go away, not wanting to go near this place again, except for the fishmen and lobstermen.

The fish-men are accustomed to eating carrion, and if it weren't for Fasqi's strict order, they would have been able to gnaw on the ogre's corpse at all.

With so many ogre corpses piled up on the doorstep, the ogre's mind understood that this flood in the Zangar swamp was not a natural disaster, but a man-made one.

The murderer not only killed his own kind, but also used it to show off his strength, which is a provocation, a humiliation, and a contempt. The two-headed ogres in charge were furious. They came to the entrances to Blade's Edge and Zangar Swamp and roared angrily at the water.

However, it didn't help.

The murderer is in the water, and you ogre standing on the shore and roaring can't even hurt the other party's hair, but the hidden arrows shot in the water from time to time have killed and injured many ogres.

Deep in the swamp, Fasqi smiled disdainfully at Blade Mountain.

A bunch of fools, I'm the one who killed you, I'm going to block the road here, what can you do with me. Come on, rush into the water and hit me.