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Wielding the bloodthirsty battle axe by his master, let out a sharp whistling that shone brightly in the sunlight.

Its rider laughed maniacally, spreading his jaws with black tattoos to an almost impossible width, the roar of which was where his name came from.

As he moved, his long black hair fluttered behind his head, and his red eyes sparkled, slashing at the imaginary enemies in front of him with his battle axe. He uses this method to hone himself, and only then can he slash his enemies like slicing meat on a real battlefield. Even though he was only practicing on a daily basis, his skill and strength were on display.

Grom. Hellroar heard someone calling his name, snorted, turned away, and forced himself to stop indulging in the thirst for blood.

The sun flowed like water, wetting different seductive sorrows.

A golden sun was embedded in the blue sky, and a white cloud was like a lone sail on the blue sea floating in the clear sky.

The light blue canopy, like a clean velvet, is trimmed with yellow gold.

As soon as he turned around, the sky suddenly darkened, and Grom leaned his neck back and looked up at the sky.

The fangs were cocked forward, and the bloodthirsty eyes were fixed on the sky.

A black crack appeared in the light blue sky.

Grom doesn't know what words to use to describe it, in his concept of life. The current situation. It's like your own blood roar. Cut through the enemy's skin, leaving a gap.

The black mouth is like an abyss, and it is pitch black inside, and there is nothing, and nothing can be seen clearly.

The rift continued to expand, and the bright sunlight was also covered. The light dimmed, and the heavens and the earth darkened.

Ship, a very large ship.

It landed through the black opening, no, it fell.

At such a fast speed, it is impossible to land.

That familiar feeling came to his mind.

He knew that it was not an ordinary ship, but a spaceship capable of navigating the universe.

Delaney. It's the Delanees.

A thirst for murder emerged, and his eyes were dripping with blood. Grom was motionless, his eyes blood-red, he grabbed one of Bloodroar's hands, jumped up tightly, shook his thick green arm, Bloodroar resisted his shoulder, and he strode towards the interior of Orgrimmar.

Walking on the blood-red eyes, the blood began to recede, and it had regained its brown.

He shook his head slightly, he, Grom had changed, his thirst for killing was still alive, but he wouldn't do it to people for no reason.

Along the way, the orcs were more frightened.

The huge spaceship fell from the sky, and the orcs put down their busyness and panicked.

Grom shouted with his mouth open, fangs bared, and roared loudly; "The major legions quickly went to the military zone to assemble, and the others returned to their own quarters,"

Along the way, the orcs were quickly retracted, and Grom was also pacifying.

He's really changed, not that one, except for fighting, he's still a fighting madman.

When Grom met Chief Sal, more than an hour had passed, and the earth-shattering explosion had occurred, and the black hole in the sky had disappeared, as if it had been smoothed out, but the dim sky had not changed.

When Grom arrived, a sturdy orc was speaking in front of the Grand Chief of Thrall.

The orc was extremely young and full of energy, and he writhed his body, using his hands and feet to describe what had happened.

"It's a Draenei!" Grom strode over, shouting loudly.

"It's a Draenei ship, I recognize it, it's what flew away in front of my eyes in the first place,"

Grom interrupted the young orc and spoke directly in the most concise words possible.

"I knew it wasn't a good thing," Sal sighed inwardly at Grom's words, a faint bitterness on his face.

"It's them, they're coming back for revenge," exclaimed old Sarufar.

"Assemble, assemble our brave lads, this is war, we must not back down," Sal said in a deep voice with his mouth open.

"Grom, you're going to take care of this." Saar soon made a series of arrangements.

"Yes, great chief," he began, with a look of excitement on his face.

Then he twisted his body, roared with blood, and strode away.

Watching the excited Grom leave, Sal's eyes showed a look of joy or worry, and he spoke softly; "Adjutant, please explain to me the details of the Draenei,"

"That's a distant thing," said old Sarufar, with his mouth wide open and his strong arms down, as he lowered his weapon.

"No one knows exactly when the Draenei appeared, our first contact with the Draenei was in the Nagrand Prairie, where we met this group of mysterious guys."

Speaking of the Nagrand savannah, old Sarufar's tone was excited, and with a wave of his arm, he said to Sal; "Young Great Chief, you don't appreciate the richness of the Nagrand steppes, the split-hoofed oxen that run off their hooves, the herds of tarbu sheep that roam,"

"At that time, we were the happiest, we never had a civil war, although we were not very sociable, each clan was very closed, with its own traditions, its own customs, its own clothes, its own stories, and the dialect differences of several clans were even so big that they could not understand each other, and the orcs of the clan had to speak Mandarin when they met. They are very strange to each other. Only twice a year, once in spring and once in autumn, do all the clans gather to celebrate the day when the day and night are equal. ”

"Frostwolf Clan, Warsong Clan, Shadowmoon Clan"

"The orcs are coming here one after another. The festivities officially begin at moonrise the night before. We gather in this land in the windy lands of Nagrand. At the foot of the sacred place of Voshugu, the mountain of souls, the festival of Koshhag is held. ”

"The land is lush, vibrant, and endlessly peaceful."

"I'm sorry, my adjutant, you're digressing, we're talking about the Draenei," Sal interrupted old Sarufar.

In normal times, Thrall is a good listener to the history of his race. He will listen carefully and get to know his ancestors.

But now, this is not an opportunity to listen, and the problems of the Draenei still need to be solved.

As a great chief, he earned the love of his tribe while also having the responsibility of traveling.

"I'm sorry, Great Chief, I miss my hometown so much," said old Sarufar, with an apologetic look on his face.

After apologizing. Old Sarufar corrected his words and spoke in a deep voice; "We orcs and draenei have always been safe."

"The two sides only contact and talk a few times a year, and all of them are for trade,"

"Such days have lasted for hundreds of years,"

"Until one day, that bastard of Naozu gathered all the chiefs of the clans,"

"At that time, Naozu was not a bastard, he was a shaman among our orcs, and every year the Holy Land gathering was held under his auspices,"

"I remember every word that bastard had said at the beginning, and I remember it so deeply in my mind that I can still say it word for word."

"The Ancestral Soul visited him, bastard, I believed in him so much back then,"

scolded angrily again, and old Sarufar directly brought in the first perspective this time, and said in a vivid imitation; "That ancestor, the trust I have in her, I can't even put it into words. She revealed to me a threat, as dangerous as a scorpion lurking under a dense bush. All shamans can testify. I am deeply saddened and outraged that we have been deceived in this way. ”

"The enemies I speak of are the Draenei." "At that time, the bastard's words caused a great sensation, and everyone couldn't believe it, we have been with the Draenei for hundreds of years, although we have not had much contact, but we also know that the Draenei are not a war-loving race." "Their combat skills are not even as good as the orcs. They do hunt, but that's only because they need meat to survive just like the orcs,"

"Although the words are unbelievable, but the soul of the ancestor agrees with the bastard's words, for the ancestor, we are 100% convinced, any order of the ancestor, we will not hesitate to complete, so we united."

"What happened after that, as the Great Chief knew, Neozu somehow got the demon's blood, and we drank it,"

"The war broke out, we launched an invasion of the Draenei, it was a difficult battle, the Draenei are very strong, they use a golden power called the Holy Light, which is the same power used by the humans on the opposite continent,"

"The resistance of the Draenei is very strong, but the more they are like this, we are about to be excited, under the guidance of the demon's blood, our strength continues to increase, but we also become bloodthirsty, we like to kill, like the blood eruption,"

"Killing, killing, draenei dwindling, and we're on our way to victory."

"In the end, we won, and some of the Draenei survivors fled in a spaceship."

Thrall glanced up at the gloomy sky, and sighed in his heart, orcs and draenei, there is no room for relaxation, as the defeated side, Thrall really knows the heart of the defeated too well, just as the orcs can't let go of their hatred for humans, the draenei believe that it will be the same,

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