Attacking the continent (fog...... Won't be harmonized, right? It's up to you and your men to take care of the shipbuilding and sailing! Of course, if we don't get a foothold, then we're all dead, and what's the use of keeping those boats. ”

"How is this possible?" Zuherd's eyes widened - fishing is fishing, shipbuilding is shipbuilding, how can it be the same?

"Alright, Zuhd, while our troops still need a little time to assemble, take a look at the construction of those ships! You'll be able to use it in the future; By the way, if you can't build a ship by then, I'll cut off your head. Grom patted Zuhd on the shoulder and encouraged him.

"I ......" Zuhed's words had not yet come out of his throat, and Grom had already left with the "roar of blood"; Tyrone Bloodfiend glanced at Zuhad with pity, then put on his black hat and followed Grom's footsteps, leaving Zuhd alone in the sea breeze, overwhelmed.

It took a while for Zuhd to return to normal; He shook his head and sighed as he walked to the shore step by step; The warriors of the Warsong Clan are gone, and all that remains is the severed limbs of the goblins.

"Uncle Zuhd!" Red ran from a distance, Maim following closely behind him.

"Uncle Zuhed, what are you doing? Grom: They look like they're leaving. Red gasped.

"Wait, I'll find a ......" Zuhd dealt absent-mindedly to Red, scanning through the goblins' corpses as if searching for something.

"The Clan's idiots are really...... Can't you just make the scene a little cleaner? "There is no one else here, Zuhd complained unscrupulously; Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he found it!

Zuhd stepped into the "graveyard" of the goblin corpses, and he strode over the beach stained red by the goblins' blood, over the severed hands and feet of the goblins, to a headless goblin corpse.

It was him—Zuhd crouched down for a moment to make sure that the body belonged to one of his old men—the goblin who was the captain of Grom's ship—and there was a brief exchange between Zuhd and him just as Gul'dan had fled.

The goblin captain's head didn't know where it had been kicked, but Zuhd recognized him from his clothes - it was better that the absence of a head didn't make any difference to Zuherd's identification, and the goblins all looked the same in his eyes anyway.

Zuhd stretched out his hand and groped around the corpse for a long time; Even Red and Maim, who were not far away, were faintly disgusted when they saw this scene.

If it weren't for Zuherd's next move, the Blackham brothers would still think that this "Uncle Zuherd" had some kind of abnormal penchant for corpses!

It took a long time for Zuhd to find what he was looking for in a hidden pocket on the inside of the corpse's leather coat; He pulled the object from the corpse's leather coat, shook it, and after making sure there was no blood, he kicked the corpse aside satisfied, and left the beach.

"Uncle Zuhd, what is this?" Red asked curiously, and Maim followed his brother's footsteps.

"Map, map of this continent." Zuhd shook the parchment roll in his hand and replied with a smile; Although his fangs made the smile worse than crying, Zuhd was glad that among these orcs, there was still a bit of a brain like himself, otherwise he really didn't know how Grom and Tyrone Bloodfiend, as well as their men, would survive on this strange road.

While the orcs set foot on a new continent and worked hard to survive in the world of Azeroth, the alliance of humans, dwarves, and High Elves was struggling to repair the wounds inflicted by the invaders.

Descend south along the wetlands, through the Lokmodan Valley formed around Loke Lake, and come to a barren land where no grass grows; Skimming over the red soil of the Wastelands, stepping on the black charcoal limestone formations that have accumulated over thousands of years of the Burning Plains, the bright scenery of the Red Ridge Mountains comes into view—from here, the territory of the Stormwind Kingdom.

Over the Red Ridge Mountains, to the west is the Elwyn Forest, to the east is the ocean, and to the south, a swamp even mudier than a wetland—the grief of the loss of loved ones turned into tears of grief that has given the name to the swamp that has given it its name as the result of the deaths of countless pedestrians and merchants.

From the Swamp of Sorrow further south, almost the entire continent of Azeroth, to what is now known as the "Cursed Lands" - this land was not called that before, but the remnants of the storm agreed that there was some kind of curse on this land, which caused them to be uprooted and displaced, and slowly, the name "Cursed Lands" replaced the original name of this land, and in just a few years, no one seemed to remember what it was originally called.

The Cursed Lands - As its name suggests, it seems to have been cursed by some evil force, and this is where the orcs first set foot on Azeroth, and where all nightmares begin.

It's not the first time Anduin Lothar has set foot on this land, just a few years ago—short enough to be remembered by the sword—he led the Iron Horse Brotherhood here to fight to the death against the orcs who had invaded the Stormwind Kingdom.

The ground beneath Anduin Lothar's feet was even redder than it had been—as if endless blood had poured into it.

The marshal of the Stormwind Kingdom remembered those former subordinates - the Iron Horse Brotherhood and the legions of Stormwind fought bloodily here, many warriors died, but the orcs paid more, if ...... If it weren't for Medivan's betrayal......

Anduin Lothar jumped off his steed and fell to his knees, his golden armor clanging against the hard earth of the Cursed Lands.

Anduin Lothar took off his steel gauntlets and caressed the earth beneath his feet; The scorching sun had scorched the whole land all morning, but Anduin Lothar paid no heeding the burning sting of his fingertips, for he had already burst into tears.

Brotherhood of the Iron Horse - All members of the Brotherhood have sworn to be siblings, but the valiant warriors have all died here, in the Karazan Mage Tower, and in Stormwind.

There was a "bang" behind Anduin Lothar, and behind him was an entire army—few in number, nearly a thousand—the Iron Horse Brotherhood that had survived the battle.

Tears fell on the scorching red earth, unable to splash even a cloud of dust, turning into a mist under the scorching sun - not only the tears of Anduin Lothar, but the tears of all the members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood.

Time flies, but it can't take away the deep affection between robes, the grief of losing relatives, and the thoughts of leaving home.

All the warriors here have been working hard for this moment for some time—for this moment of returning to their homeland—but at this time, there is no joy in their hearts.

The price was too great, and the result came so suddenly that they were caught off guard.

If a few months ago someone had told them that they could return to their homeland and rebuild their homes today, every Stormwind soldier would spit on this person in the face - because it was utter nonsense.

Yet just over a month ago, they did it, and they wiped out the orcs in the land; Ser Anduin Lothar said that some of the orcs were still on the run, but who cared? - They can return to their homeland, and although this place has been ravaged by orcs and is in ruins, they will use their own hands to rebuild a more beautiful and powerful Stormwind Kingdom on this land.

"Teacher Lothar, King Terenus is still waiting for us." Varian Uryon also knelt on the ground, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes, reminding him of his old age