The gentle sea breeze blows, the troll tribes near the sea laugh and laugh, the remote Valley of Thorns has no hint of the urgency of the frontline war, and the trolls are elated by the abundance of food brought in from the western wilderness. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The troll kids are smiling happily and running across the beach, chasing the hermit crab that has been pitiful, leaving a trail of small footprints that they can chase all day!

Not far away, on a rocky shore, a green-skinned, poorly dressed orc looked at the sea alone, not knowing what to think.

"Look at that weirdo! Looking at the sea there again! "A little troll tripped and fell on the soft sand. He didn't cry, but got up with a grin, just in time to see the orc sitting there alone.

"It's weird, Mom said you can't eat humans and humanoid creatures anymore, but I love baking!" Another little troll interface.

Soon the little trolls began to discuss whether the bread was better or the stew was better, and the argument was very hot.

At this moment, the sea water not far from them suddenly exploded, and a red-covered thing flew out of the water and smashed into the little trolls not far away, scaring the little trolls into screaming.

"Uncle Jun, you're scaring us again!" A troll girl flew onto the beach with her feet on it, covered in heavy armor like a giant lobster, and shouted at the sea with her waist crossed.

With the cry of the little girl, the sea water was slowly broken, and a Naga who was more than three meters tall and had four long knives pinned to his waist slowly swam ashore with two Naga who were smaller than him and were also dressed up.

"Milina, you're the smartest!" Jun bent down and picked up the little troll, and the other two hands tickled her vigorously, making the little troll laugh.

Guldan's eyes were full of sadness as he looked at the horse playing with the children, in his hometown, the cubs were so carefree, when he was a child, even if he was weaker than other children of the same age, his father would hold him on his shoulder to play with him.

Oh, my God! What did I do! Gul'dan stretched out his hands, and the green skin stung him like a burning flame, and he hated the color of the skin, which reminded him of the parched land of Northrend, flowing with the same color of evil energy.

It was I who destroyed the land I loved!

Gul'dan held his head and buried his face deep in his knees, he didn't want others to see him crying, but he couldn't help the grief in his heart.

A whisper echoed in his ears, and a warm energy was trying to soothe the sadness in his heart.

Gul'dan raised his head and stared blankly at the golden light wrapped around his hand, the power that had stripped him from his body and made him a new individual, comforting him day after day.

The murmur of a ghostly whisper sounded again, and Gul'dan fell into a daze, as if someone were talking to him in his ear, and his face kept changing.

"Nope! I will never allow it! Suddenly, Guldan's face turned hideous, and he roared like a wounded beast, so loud that even the horses and little trolls in the distance could hear it.

At this time, Guldan's eyes were bloodshot, and he kept roaring: "No! I'm going to stop him! I'm not going to let him continue to make mistakes! ”

The whisper in his ear became more urgent, and with the incomprehensible whisper, Guldan's face showed a look of struggle, but it was quickly replaced by determination: "Strength, I need strength!" ”

"Great Dragon of Light, please grant me the power of justice!"

Guldan stood up with a snort, and the rich holy light on his body, which was about to condense, suddenly turned from pale gold to blood red, and the dazzling red light rose to the sky, completely enveloping Guldan.

Jun looked at the red pillar of light that soared into the sky, narrowed his eyes, and put down the frightened and overwhelmed Milina, and put his hand on the hilt of the knife, ready to draw his weapon at any moment. The trolls in the distance also noticed the anomaly here, and the noisy sound was getting closer and closer, and the troll warriors who had gathered were rushing towards this side.

One of Jun's attendants blew a conch horn, and the long sound stirred up the sea, and suddenly a water surface was separated, and a large number of red lobster people with chains, driven by the green Naga, quickly swam towards the sea, and soon gathered behind Jun.

"Your Excellency!" An old voice came from a distance, and a very old troll came with a war spear and a group of equally old trolls, he carried a cold and shining javelin, and if he didn't look at their aging faces, I am afraid that no one would dare to underestimate them.

"Who is he? Lagerkao. Jun asked, raising his head in the direction of the blood-colored pillar of light.

"The cubs picked it up on the beach, and after the lord ordered that cannibalism was not allowed, we took him in." The old troll called Ragkao gasped a little, and he crouched down with his spear on the ground

"A strange creature, and a strange man, we saved him after seven sunsets and eight sunrises, but he just sat there and looked at the sea except to eat and sleep, and did not say a word."

At this moment, the blood-colored pillar of light began to fade, and Jun's eyes froze, and Ragkao and the old trolls stood up one after another, assuming an offensive stance.

Gul'dan opened his eyes, and the heavy touch in his hand made him look over, and in one hand he grasped a huge meat cleaver with large wavy serrations, the tip of which was bent backwards, reflecting the cold light, and there were golden-red runes on the body. In the other hand was a black, entirely iron-clad shield with barbed iron skulls embedded in the surface.

The skin color on his arm returned to the reddish-brown color that should have belonged to his tribe, and the wonderful light blue tattoo continued to transmit power, and he raised the sharp cleaver, the smooth blade of which was sharpened like a mirror, and he saw an orc with his hair tied high in a single braid, with a reddish-brown complexion.

Holding back the excitement in his heart, he looked at the fully armed and ready Jun and the others, followed the whispers in his ear, sorted out the scale armor made of leather and iron, hoisted the cleaver back into the scabbard, and slowly walked towards them.

As he left the cliff, the rocky cliff began to shake violently and collapse, and was soon in ruins, but Gul'dan remained unmoved, and remained steadfast.

"Zheng-" The sound of the blade rubbing against the scabbard was sharp and piercing, Jun squinted at the strange man whose complexion had changed and drew his long knife, he pointed the tip of the knife at the slowly coming Gul'dan and asked, "Who are you!" The trembling tip of the knife proved that his heart was not at peace.

Gul'dan stopped, bowed to Jun Friendly and said, "Stronghold hero Gul'dan Crusher, please take me to Lord Falken." ”