"You shouldn't come!"

"I'm already here."

"No one is stopping you from leaving."

"I can't leave yet."

"What do you want to do?"

"Warriors! I need fighters. Any orcs who can fight must come with me. ”

Gaiaan looked at Fenris, the chief of the Thunder King clan, in surprise, his eyes widening.

"Are you crazy?!"

"This village is full of sick orcs, have you forgotten?" They had a hard time even walking. She stared at each other, and suddenly a sly smile appeared. No, I know you haven't forgotten, Fenris. Perhaps, we should continue the conversation in the hut. ”

"As you wish."

Fenris strode with Gaiaan into the humble hut.

"As I thought, you know who lives here." Gaiaan looked at Fenreth with a smile, but the smile suddenly disappeared and was replaced by an angry face, "And now, you want to draw them into this damn war and send them to their deaths." Why are they fighting? Why should they follow you to suffer what they shouldn't have to endure? ”

She bared her teeth and glared at Fenreth fiercely, "You have brought evil and drunk the blood of demons, leading our world to its death. You also invade other people's worlds. This is the consequence! - Self-inflicted!! ”

Fenreth had anger in his eyes, and he tried to tell himself to calm down.

"We are all part of the tribe, Gaiaan. We are orcs, one race, born and died together. He didn't shy away from making eye contact with Gaiaan and began to change the subject," said Naozu, who could help us get out of the dog's place. If he can reach the Dark Temple and keep the Alliance soldiers in a pinch, he can open portals to other worlds. You can have a world of your own, left to you and your patients. ”

"No, you don't. What's wrong with this world? Gaiaan refused, pointing to the greenery all around, "I like it here, it's good." ”

"Sooner or later, it's going to be the same here as it is on the Talian side, and our world is dying."

"Hehe," Gaiaan laughed, "as long as you and those stupid warlocks leave, it won't be." Nagrand will always be alive and well, it was, is and will always be. She looked proud, "This is Maghan - never falling, never giving in, never giving up." And so are its people. They may have been tormented by illness and were dying, but at least, their skin was still brown, their hearts were still as high as ever, and they had not been corrupted by the evil magic of the tribe. ”

"It's their duty! Duty as an orc! They also belong to the tribe! ”

"Whatever you want." Gaiaan scoffed, "You want them?" Then go find them yourself, as long as you wake them up from the bed, you can take them to the battlefield. ”

Fenreth glared at Gaiaan, and if it weren't for her high prestige and status among the orcs, the anger in his chest would have caused him to cut off her head with an axe without mercy.

"I will!"

He said coldly, no longer looking at Gaiaan, and turned around to prepare to recruit those orcs himself.

As soon as he stepped out of the hut, a figure walked from the village. It was a male orc, a young warrior. Fenreth's gaze followed him, getting closer and closer to him, and it could be seen that he was tall and muscular, but he also walked in a shaky way. On the slightly pale brown skin, red abscesses can be seen everywhere, and many slightly larger red sores are still oozing red fluid, which looks more like contaminated teardrops.

Fenreth was shocked. He remembered who this young man was. - Garrosh Hellroar, Son of Grom!

"What happened?" Garrosh stumbled over to Gaiaan who came out and asked, "What happened to the tribe?" Or is it mine...... Ahem, ahem......" Garrosh coughed, drowning out what he was about to say.

The violent cough seemed to drain the strength out of him, and he was seen on his knees, gasping for air, blood and bile spurting from his mouth, flowing down his cheeks and chest, soaking the ground beneath him.

"I warned you, don't overexert yourself!" Gaiaan held Garrosh and rebuked, "Your illness has not improved, it is better not to leave your hut!" Then she turned to look at Fenreth with a grim sneer on her face, "This is the warrior you want, will you let him go into battle?" ”

Fenreth couldn't help but take a step back, in fact, he had already retreated when the little hell roared and began to vomit blood, he didn't know what the disease was, but he looked around, almost the whole village had this symptom, it looked contagious.

"I'm not as cruel and ruthless as you think, Gaiaan." Fenreth looked at her grandmother with a cold face, "The Thunder King clan has never been a cowardly clan, even if we have a hard time surviving, we have not asked other clans for help. But now it's different, the Horde has reached the most critical moment, and if we can't stop the alliance, we ......"

"So what?" Gaiaan interrupted an agitated Fenris, "From the moment you drank the blood of demons, you have abandoned the traditions of the orcs and destroyed the dignity of the orcs. You think you're getting stronger? Destroying the cities of the Draenei, slaughtering unarmed civilians, you are simply a bunch of beasts, a bunch of devils. ”

"Stop harassing my people. We live well here, and we don't need the 'mighty' power of your demonic masters, nor do we need to conquer others. Maghan is Maghan, pure orcs, we decide our own fate, as for the Alliance, if they fight here, we accept our own fate, it has nothing to do with you. ”

Fenreth stared at Gaiaan, and in her eyes, he saw firmness.

"In that case, there's no need for me to stay here." Fenreth said lightly, the Thunder King clan will never kneel on the ground and beg for alms, "I hope you can live peacefully." ”

With that, he glanced at Garrosh, who had been keeping his eyes on him, turned around, and left the village without looking back.

Gaiaan looked at the departing Fenres, the background of the Thunder King's chief looked unusually bleak. She knew that Fenreth was a powerful and very responsible chieftain, but she could not let her people die because of a moment of kindness.

"What did he say?"

Garrosh looked at Gaiaan expectantly, his voice a little muffled. After spitting out so much fluid, his throat also became dry and hoarse, accompanied by constant spasms.

"Yes...... Ahem, is it about my father? He...... Is he still alive? ”

Gaiaan turned his head to look to the side, not daring to meet the expectant gaze of the little hell's roar. Is Grom still alive? Maybe. Over the past few years, he has learned many things about him, about his ferocity, his frenzy when he fights, and his desire to fight.

She knew that he was the first to sacrifice himself to the Horde and to Gul'dan, the first to drink the orcs that made them stronger, bloodthirstier and insane. Grom Hell roared, and since that day he has been completely depraved. Gaiaan didn't believe that Grom would betray the Horde, so he didn't show up, and it seemed that his hope of survival was very slim. But, what does it matter.

"He didn't mention your father." Gaiaan told Garrosh and helped him into the hut, "I believe he is alive and well." Otherwise, Fenreth would have mentioned him. ”

Garrosh nodded, his energy had run out, and he leaned almost all his weight on Gaiaan's body.

Gaiaan looked at the weakened Garrosh and thought to himself about him, and the orcs who were just as ill as he was. Wondering if they will survive this terrible epidemic? Maybe more of them will die because of it.

But, at least - they died cleaner than the orcs whose bodies and souls were tainted. Their skin color is the best mark.

She shook her head, looked at Garrosh who was asleep, and turned to walk outside.

Outside, the green vegetation of Nagrand still stands tall and thrives in the sun. )