(This is a character card that owes people who read Zephyr and classmates...... Whoever reads Zephyr, the Delaney girl who the classmate wants is out, if there is still that classmate who is willing to help add a character card, welcome to leave a message ^_^)

It was a rare sunny day in the northerly tundra region of Northrend, with no heavy clouds to shade the sun, no howling snow to flood the earth, and under the clear sky, this area that was not covered by heavy snow showed the brilliance of another life. Speared rhinoceros with thick fur roamed the wilderness www.biquge.info, and kobolds that could be seen in every corner of Azeroth roamed the neighborhood from time to time.

There were no wars, no disasters, and the land was as wild as it had been for 10,000 years, and although the scenery made Hugh feel a little more comfortable, it still did not relieve him from the frustration of his previous impulsive decision.

After a strong rejection of Garrosh, Hugh prepared to leave Warsong Fortress and prepare to head north alone. In other words, because he saw the famous brain-dead roar in the future, Hugh almost couldn't help but want to kill people, in order to prevent himself from falling out with the tribe or with Thrall completely, he took the initiative to choose to leave the Warsong Fortress.

What kind of situation Garrosh is, Hugh knows better than anyone in this world, not even Thrall, who knows Garrosh as an orc better than he does. It seems that this Maghan is a young orc who worships his father, who has died in battle, who follows the traditions of the orcs, but who is eager to make a difference. But in fact, anyone who knows how Garrosh, who has ascended to the position of Grand Chieftain, will reject dissidents in the future, and shamelessly send people to assassinate other tribesmen in secret, knows that in Garrosh's heart, there is more of a desire for power, and the so-called racism.

It's as if he was right to kill wantonly, and it was wrong for others to just oppose and resist, and the world owed him. This kind of guy is almost exactly the same as some kind of strange creature called Long Aotian in many Hugh's cognitions, Hugh really wanted to slaughter Garrosh directly at that time.

But not now, at least, Hugh didn't want to see the High Elves of Quel'Thalas, fall out with the Horde, and even less want to confront Thrall. Hugh was sure that if he killed Garrosh now, he would definitely implicate Sal in the world.

However, it would be good to leave Warsong Fortress, at least he could do what he wanted. Truth be told, here in Northrend, Hugh, as a member of the Knights of the Black Blade, has the best choice to return to the Knights, or go to the Silver Crusade. Either of the above two is better than mixing under Garrosh.

Taking a deep breath of the cold air of the Northland, and cheering up a little, Hugh pulled the reins of the death horse of Raacherous, and the frosty death horse let out a long roar, opened its four hooves, and carried Hugh towards the north.

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The cold air stizzled the nerves of the Drenei, and the Draenei, who had endured countless battles, couldn't help but be hooked. Thousands of years of life have taught Vivian that nothing can be seen on the surface. Just like Kilgardan and Akmund, who betrayed their people and made the entire Eredar race the demons of the Burning Legion......

Vivian did not experience that era of hasty escape, and under the leadership of Veron, only a few Eredas escaped from the planet Argus and wandered all the way through the universe to escape the pursuit of the Burning Legion. And Vivian was born in this journey of constant escape. The shadow of the Burning Legion, which accompanied her for the rest of her life. Similarly, the battle with the Burning Legion was with Vian, whose parents were killed in the Burning Legion's pursuit, after which Vivian abandoned the path of the priest and became a paladin.

The shadow of the Burning Legion haunted her life, and for the next millennia, her mentor died, and she and her people wandered through the universe to Draenor.

However, the demons still haunt the ghosts, and with the blood of Manolos, the orcs betray the friendship between the two races, and the wild orcs launch an exterminating attack on the draenei. As the Legion's Captain, Vivian fought valiantly to protect the city of Shattrath until the very end, when an orc named Grom Hellroar appeared before her, and a battle axe named Bloodfury shattered her warhammer, splitting her armor and scorching light......

"Thank the Light, thank you for Naru's protection." Whenever she recalls this moment, Vivian will always silently pray that she has really come to the end of her life at the beginning, but she did not expect that when she opened her eyes again, she could see the old face of the prophet Velon.

"You're awake, Punisher!" Velonne appeared in front of Vivian.

"Have the orcs retreated? This is the place, Lord Veron. Vivian jumped out of the eco-trough, and a warm cloud of energy appeared in her hands. Holy Light... It's so kind. How long have I been asleep, Lord Veron. ”

"You've been in a coma for 20 years, Vivian." Velon handed over a towel and asked Vivian to wipe off the nutrient solution from her body, "Too much has happened over the years, we are no longer on Draenor now, this is Azeroth, you can go to the library and find out what has happened over the years." ”

This is Azeroth, a world full of myriad secrets, and to Vien's delight, the organization called the Alliance has the same faith in the Light as them. Thanks to the Light, she has come to a world where she believes in the light of Naru, and although humans only believe in the Light, in Vivian's eyes, the Light is Naru and Naru is the Light. Of course, the good times didn't last long, and Vivian also learned that those betrayers, those shameless orcs came to this world more and more, and similarly, the Burning Legion had been watching this world since 10,000 years ago.

This world needs to be guarded, that's Vivian's idea.

"Someone needs to punish those evil ......," Vivian whispered, orcs and demons, the two things that have destroyed the people and homes she values again and again, are also plagued by the world, bringing countless disasters. Two great wars between humans and orcs, the later Scourge of the Dead, Ragnarok of Mount Hyjal, and the advent of Kilgardan......

Familiar and unfamiliar, Vian understands that someone in Azeroth needs to step up and eradicate these evils.

Vivian closed her eyes, and once again she seemed to see the Drani warriors who had fallen into a deep sleep due to serious injuries, sleeping in the ecological tank. Those who died at the hands of the Burning Legion and the Orcs, and the homeland that fell again and again.

"Betrayers don't need to be forgiven......" Vivian narrowed her eyes as she picked up the hammer that stood on the ground as she looked at the black figure galloping away in the distance. ...... Evil must be judged. May the Light be with me, vigilant and mindful of the lessons of the past. ”

"I am, Vienne the Punisher, the Hand of Argus, the Hammer of Naaru......"