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 more ugly than crying, Zuhd was still glad that among these orcs, there was such a brain as himself, otherwise he really didn't know about Grom and Tyrone? How will the Blood Fiends, and their men, 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 earth of the Wastelands, stepping on the black charcoal limestone formations that have accumulated over millennia of the Burning Plains, the bright scenery of the Red Ridge Mountains comes into view—from here, the territory of the Stormwind Kingdom.

Across 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 beneath the calm but murderous swamp where countless pedestrians and merchants have lost their lives over the years. It also became the origin of the name of this swamp.

Further south from the Swamp of Sorrows, almost the entire continent of Azeroth, came to what is now known as the "Cursed Lands", a land that was not previously known by that name. But the remnants of the storm agreed that there was some kind of curse on the land, which caused them to be uprooted and displaced, and slowly, the name "Cursed Land" replaced the original name of the land, and in just a few years, no one seemed to remember what it was originally called.

The Cursed Lands - True to its name. It seems to have been cursed by some evil force, and this is where the orcs first set foot on Azeroth, and where a qiē nightmare begins.

Anduin? This is not the first time Lothar has set foot on this land. Just a few short years ago—so short that the sword shadow still remembers it now—he led the Iron Horse Brotherhood here to fight to the death against the orcs who had invaded the Stormwind Kingdom.

Compared to that time, Anduin? The ground beneath Lothar's feet grew even redder - as if endless blood had poured into it.

The Marshal of Stormwind remembered his former comrades, the Iron Horse Brotherhood and the Stormwind Legion, who fought bloodily here, many warriors died, but the orcs paid more. If...... If it weren't for Medivan's betrayal......

Anduin? Lothar jumped off her horse. Falling to his knees, his golden armor clanging against the hard earth of the Cursed Lands.

Anduin? Lothar took off her steel gauntlets and stroked the earth beneath her feet; The scorching sun had been scorching all morning, making the whole land scorching, but Anduin? Lothar didn't pay attention to the burning sting of his fingertips, for he had tears in his eyes.

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.

Anduin? There was a "bang" sound behind Lothar. Behind him, a whole army - they were few in number. There were only about a thousand of them - they were the Iron Horse Brotherhood that survived the Great War.

Tears drip on the scorching red earth, unable to splash even a puff of dust, turning into a mist under the scorching sun - is this not just Anduin? Lothar's tears, these are the tears of all the Iron Horse Brotherhood members.

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 soldier in Stormwind 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; Although Anduin? Ser Lothar says some orcs are still on the run, but who cares? - They have been able to return home, 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? Wryon also knelt on the ground, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes and reminding his teacher.

Anduin? Lothar had thrown away his helmet and pressed his forehead to the scorching earth—he was praying for the rest of the robes where his bones were buried—and the orcs had broken down, and humanity had finally won the war, albeit bloody.

"Let's go." Anduin? Lothar rose from the ground and put on her helmet again; The marshal, who was in the prime of life, jumped on his horse and looked further south, where his allies awaited his arrival, a group of truly reliable allies.

After more than half an hour of galloping, Anduin? Lothar finally saw a large camp - there was a banner and dust, this was the army of the Human Alliance's southern expedition, most of them made up of the army of the kingdom of Stormgard, not long ago, Anduin? Lothar was also one of the commanders of this army.

Riding a horse galloped to the front of the camp, Anduin? Lothal reined in his warhorse; The gates of the camp were wide open, and dozens of sentries gathered around, nervously holding their spears in their hands—even though the orcs had retreated, the psychological shadow remained on every human warrior, who was always overly nervous.

"I'm Anduin? Lothar. Marshal Stormwind jumped off his horse and shouted.

"Sir Lothar." A mighty warrior pushed through the sentries and stepped out of the crowd. Lothar bowed slightly, "His Majesty King Solas, His Majesty King Terenus, His Royal Highness Prince Danas, Archmage Antonidas, and other adults have been waiting for you in the barracks for a long time. (To be continued......)