"Hmph, it's clear that you don't need us to continue to be born and die, and now you don't want to use us...... Humans are indeed a cunning race! ”

Sylvanas said angrily. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Sylvanas!"

Aurelia raised her voice slightly, stopping her sister's words.

"Arthas, I see what you mean. Leave this matter to me, and within three days, I will tell you all the information I can find. ”

Aurelia said to Arthas.

"Then I'll trouble you, Lady Aurelia."

Arthas nodded, then politely said goodbye to Aurelia and left her bedroom.

"Aurelia, how could you agree to such a thing?"

Sylvanas asked, looking at her sister.

――Isn't this equivalent to being a spy for the High Elves for humans?

"Why not? Staying in Lordaeron, we have to do what we can, and we can't let others live in vain, right? Besides, it didn't hurt Quel'Salas either, those guys from the Silvermoon Council, they didn't understand the cruelty of war, and they didn't understand how easy it was to provoke one. ”

Thinking of what Arthas had said to herself, at the king's meeting, King Soras's proposal, Aurelia couldn't help but shudder.

If humans become enemies of the High Elves, it will be much more terrifying than trolls......

Just when Aurelia feared for the future of her homeland, far across the ocean in Lordaeron, on the continent of Kalimdor, a place that the natives of here called a barren land.

The crimson land was originally just a barren land, but I don't know when a fortress made of wood and boulders suddenly rose in the center of this land.

"Hurry up, you idiots, stupid pigs!"

On the walls of the fortress, a Warsong orc was rudely insulting the orcs of the other clans, urging them to fill the few parts of the fortress that had not yet been repaired with boulders as soon as possible.

Inside the fortress, in a heavily guarded fortress, Grom Hellroar, the chief of the Warsong Clan, sat in his seat with his weapon in hand.

At his side, Zuhd of the Dragonmaw Clan, and Tyrone Bloodfiend, the leader of the Death Knights, flanked him.

As for Red Blackham and Mamm Blackhan of the Blacktooth Clan, Grom would not allow the two shitty brothers to attend his military meetings.

"Grom, we're in a dangerous situation right now, we don't have enough food to store, and we've already looted a bit of the wood and stone we used to build the fortress, but the fortress is barely half done."

Zuhd said to Grom solemnly.

"Then continue to expand the search area!"

Grom commanded loudly.

It's been a while since he came to this continent, and Grom quickly established himself here with the orcs.

In this crimson land, there are countless wild beasts, and the orcs are given enough food for this.

At the same time, Grom ordered the construction of a fortress to serve as a base camp for the orcs on the continent.

Until now, however, the fortress had been an empty shell, with nothing but houses for orcs to sleep on and a flimsy façade.

"But we don't have enough manpower, and it's too dangerous for us to explore those unknown places!"

Zuhd retorted.

"Fart danger! Zuhed, you coward! For this world, we orcs are the most dangerous things! ”

Grom roared.

Zuhd didn't answer, just looked at Grom's manic look.

Since that day, after encountering the giant red dragon in the red willow forest outside the Dammod Fortress, Grom's body has changed dramatically.

Now, the bone spurs on his body were becoming more and more obvious, and his skin was densely covered like that of a hedgehog, covered with short, hard spikes.

And Grom became so strong that he even surpassed Zuherd's comprehension of power.

Correspondingly, the faint sulfur smell on Grom's body became more and more intense.

"That being said, but Grom, what's the point of our actions if this continues? In another ten years, you and your subordinates will all grow old, and we don't have enough troops to replenish them. ”

Tyrone Bloodseeker reminded Grom.

"Damn it...... Tyrone, can't you just open the portal to Draenor? ”

Grom said irritably.

"Unfortunately, it's too difficult. According to Gul'dan, the best place for the portal is where we came. Now we're a continent away. ”

Tyrone Bloodseeker shook his head.

Although he was once a warlock, Tyrone Bloodfiend, who became a death knight, and his subordinates paid a corresponding price while possessing great power.

Their mastery of spells is no longer as comfortable as it once was, and it's all because of the changes in their bodies.

"Damn, if only Gul'dan were still around, he should have a way to open that portal...... As long as we can contact Draenor, more orcs will be able to come to this world, and ...... then."

Grom said angrily.

Zuhd and Tyrone Bloodseeker were silent.

They all knew that what Grom said was true, but Gul'dan had left them on a previous voyage and did not know where he had gone.

Maybe now Gul'dan has drowned in the endless sea, maybe not. But who knows where to find him?

Just then, a warrior from the Warsong Clan hurried in and looked at Grom in a panic.

"Chief! There was ......"

The warrior of the Warsong Clan said loudly.

"Calm down, you idiot!"

Grom was upset with his men's panic, and he yelled at him.

The warrior of the Warsong Clan was stunned for a moment, and it seemed difficult to understand Grom's words.

"Guldan, Gul'dan has appeared!"

The orc warrior of the Warsong Clan said loudly - how could he calm down when such a thing happened?

"What do you say? Gul'dan? ”

Grom couldn't believe his ears, and despite knowing that his people couldn't dare to deceive him, he rose from his seat in surprise.

"That's right, Gul'dan! And the two-headed ogre with him! They suddenly appeared outside the fortress, and they said......"

The orc warrior replied inarticulately.

"Say what?"

It's not just Grom who is nervous, Zuhd is also skeptical - what the hell is going on?

"Gul'dan said he wanted to see you, chief."

The orc of the Warsong Clan ignored Zuhd and roared to Grom Hell.