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Building a new home on a new continent was something Thrall never thought about. However, the old prophet didn't give Thrall much advice, and he collapsed in the tent, agonizing over the call of the elemental spirits.

This time, the orcs did not follow the tradition and relied on Makgora to choose their chieftains. They unanimously acquiesced to Thrall as their leader, and chose Thrall as their chieftain.

None of the orcs rebelled against Thrall, and they all knew very well who had turned them from slaves to orcs at one point.

"The improvised team, there is no orc opposition." Thrall walked ahead, and he headed deep into the interior of a ravine to the west after landing.

Thrall was followed by an elderly orc, the one who gave Sal the weapon: "Everyone has forgotten about the previous preparation. Now redistributed, and no orcs complained. ”

Walking all the way to a pass, Sal stopped, looked up at the terrain out of the canyon, and said with satisfaction, "There is a river here, let's camp here." ”

The older orc walked to the river, possessed himself and drank wildly, he touched his lips and said, "The river is cool, and there is not much sand. It seems that in the upper reaches of the river, there are forests. ”

Where there are forests, they represent resources and food. Thrall nodded and said, "Let's move our compatriots here, and besides, arrange for a vanguard to go upstream and cut down some trees, and we will start building our new home." ”

After receiving the order, the old orc turned and walked towards the sea.

After a few steps, Thrall handed the hammer to the old orc: "Thank you for your weapon, it's heavy. ”

The old orc laughed a few times: "No, from now on, he is yours." ”

"Is this the weapon that Draenor brought?" Thrall scrutinized the textures and markings on the hammer.

The old orc's bass voice introduced the warhammer: "The hammer of destruction, it suits you well. ”

With a word, the old orc left the canyon and diligently walked to the beach.

Years of imprisonment have made this former hero very vicissitudes, and he walks slowly under the hot sun. This new continent is hardly comparable to the beauty of the Eastern Kingdoms, but Orgrim is satisfied, knowing that after he removes his position as chief, the tribe will be reborn!

The era of the old tribe will eventually fade away in the glory of the new era. Today is the beginning.

After Ogrim laughed a few times on his back, a cloudy tear inexplicably flowed from the corner of his eye: "Durontan, our era is over. ”

From the chief to the current orc soldiers, the big chieftain who has changed his face and become thin finally understands that conquest is only what a bloodthirsty orc should do, and now, the evil power is gone. It's time for the orcs to return to their simplicity.

After Thrall found a fixed canyon in the canyon ahead, the goblins from far away in the barren land also came to this place. In search of minerals and resources here, cunning goblin leaders make a deal with the orcs.

Thrall had seen goblins in Dunhold Castle, and in his eyes, the definition of these goblins was merchants. However, the goblins who came today to discuss with Thrall were not limited to goods.

"You say help us build the city?" Thrall scooped a glass of water from the barrel and pushed it in front of the goblin named Gazruvi.

The goblin leader had sold minerals and machinery in the Eastern Kingdoms, and he had seen orc captives, but he had never seen an orc who could speak the lingua franca and was so talkative.

"Exactly, we're trading. Truth be told, Mr. Sal. On this ancient continent, we goblins don't have any reliable allies. Tsk, we need a helper to dig into the riches of this place with me, like you tall guys. Of course, we are quite sincere, and in order to show our sincerity, this is the composition that I have thought of for your city in advance. Ghazruvi spread out a piece of parchment on a worn wooden board and explained in detail the architectural patterns and the location of some of the mechanical devices for Sal.

Thrall had studied martial arts, writing, and knowledge, but never architecture. Gazruvi's narration, Sal is also confused.

For a species like a goblin who is not sincere and is a businessman, Thrall does not dare to rashly hand over the construction rights of the city to the goblin leader in front of him.

"Maybe I should have heard what your conditions are, Mr. Goblin." Sal said.

Gazruwe knew that Sal was suspicious of him, and he was honest. Although many goblins like to make small profits, Gazruwe is different, he likes things with a lot of money, so he said to Thrall very sincerely: "Mr. Orc, my condition is that after this city is established, we goblins will be responsible for the trade routes outside your city. ”

"All trade routes?" Sal asked in surprise.

Gazruvi spread out his two leather-gloved hands and said, "Of course, Mr. Orc. We goblins don't like to be coolies who don't need money. ”

This is not a small chip, Sal frowned and said, "Okay, deal." ”

Gazruwe rolled up his drawings and said confidently: "My fleet will send some of the materials and drawings in the early stage." Of course, Mr. Orc, our goblins are full of sincerity, and we will help you fund the materials and nuclear materials in the early stage, however, I also hope that after you settle here, you can travel today's agreement. ”

"In the name of my chief, as long as you can help us build the city. All the trade routes outside this city belong to you goblins. Sal promised with a serious expression.

Gazruvi put the blueprint in his arms, he jumped off the wooden chair, waved his hand and beckoned to his henchman, "Tell our fleet to go to the Eastern Kingdom to buy a batch of minerals, and of course remember to avoid the damn Lost Isles!" ”

After seeing off the funny goblin, Thrall walked out of the tent. Living in the canyon of his choice has given Sal a lot of peace of mind. At least it is protected from the cold sea breeze and sandstorms that sweep up the sand and dust from the south.

"Crosh, Rogham hasn't come back yet?" Three days earlier, Thrall had sent a team of orcs to the upper reaches of the river to cut down trees as a way to build the city's first infrastructure. But three days had passed, and the orcs waiting by the river did not see the wood floating downstream.

"No, Chief. You say, is there something wrong, after all, we don't know anything about this continent. Crosh said worriedly.

Thrall didn't say much, he took his war hammer from his humble tent and left a sentence: "Keep an eye on these goblins, and if they need help, you assign orcs to help them." Remember, don't mess with me. ”

After giving the order, Thrall took the hammer of destruction and walked out of the canyon. And follow the river to the ash valley with its dense forests.

Crosh's fears were well-founded, there was something in this new continent that the orcs didn't know. Beasts, vegetation, and new races.

"General Santis, green-skinned monsters have invaded our forests and are cutting down our trees." An elven sentry with a thin body and pointed ears reports to Santis Hazuki, who is maintaining the forest.

Green-skinned monsters? Santis wasn't curious about the new species, but she was concerned about these monsters that came from nowhere and were destroying their forests!

This is the territory of the Night Elves, and the forests of Ash Valley are the home of the Elves. As the general of the Sentinel Force, Santis decisively ordered: "Let the sisters gather, we will drive these monsters out of our forest!"

Rogham didn't expect that after they had collected some of the wood, arrows would suddenly shoot out from the quiet forest. Fortunately, in the past six years, Rogham's response has been relatively fast. The speed of dodging a few dark arrows, he still has.

However, Rogham dodged. The orc soldiers who came with him were not so lucky.

A dozen sharp arrows with green owl feathers pierced the thighs of the six orc soldiers. Moreover, the location of the wounded soldiers is still in the same place.

The enemy's archery is accurate, and Grom thinks so. He subconsciously took a few steps back and made a gesture to let the soldiers hide.

"Outsiders, leave our forests." A high-pitched female voice, echoing through the forest. The elves' warnings, echoing in the orcs' cochlea.

The greenskins didn't respond, they were still in the sentinel's senses. Shantis realized that the green-skinned orcs couldn't understand what she was saying.

However, if the green-skinned monsters do not leave the elven forest, Santis will have to find another way to drive away the outsiders, which is to kill one of them and let them know what the cost of invading the forest will be for them.

Santis drew his longbow and aimed at the orcs hiding on the far right. The shooting for no reason made Santis hesitate for a moment, but after thinking for a while, a meteor-like arrow pierced the orc soldier's chest with precision.

Rogham, aka Orgrim. He watched as the soldiers beside him fell before his eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Orgrim raised his logging tomahawk and gestured to all the soldiers.

Offensive!

Without any action, just cutting down a few trees here, you sinful creatures are going to kill our people, and then what peace can be told.

Orgrim's blood-red eyes split open the trees where the elves were hiding. His rage, combined with the accumulation of power over the years, allowed him to quickly locate these elven sentinels.

The Greenskin Monster's counterattack shattered Santis's plan. Santis found out that she was wrong, living in the Grey Valley for so many years, making her instinctively think that all living creatures were beasts except elves.

For as long as they are wild beasts, after their people die, they will retreat.

"Kill these humanoid mongrels who release dark arrows and avenge Cogle." The orcs following behind Orgrim shouted.

The roar of the orcs quickly filled the entire forest, and Santis, the general of the Sentinel Force, was heartbroken: "Disperse and sneak, and wait for these monsters to rush up." Wait for the opportunity and kill them. ”

After a quick charge, Rogham raised his hand and motioned for his soldiers to stop. The old orc general didn't believe that the forest of this generation was so quiet, and there were no birds, beasts and insects, which proved that there must be an ambush here.

Rogham pressed his palms as he motioned for the soldiers to pause their rapid gasps. The orcs were also quiet, and they walked cautiously through the forest, avoiding any danger that might arise at any time.

――Dividing Line――

At night, in the port of the quiet town of Nanhai, a portal full of bright colors appeared. The ships in the harbor were attracted by this bright light, but it was only a moment of light, and the portal disappeared in an instant.

"Arians, haven't you had dinner?" Lorraine felt the familiar aura of the arcane, and he didn't look up, talking to Aryons as usual.

Alysons' face flushed, and she sat down next to Rollin and said, "Of course I did." Otherwise, you think that the food here will sustain me with enough energy to be transported here? ”

"What's wrong?" Rollin looked up at the archmage in front of him and said.

Arions' snow-white teeth clenched her lip, "It's my dereliction, Rollin. The Tomb of Sargeras has been attacked, and the Black Dragon Lord, where you are imprisoned, has been rescued. ”

Rollin was stunned, he took Aryons' hand, and said in surprise, "Escaped? ”

Aryons nodded aggrievedly.

Rollin slapped his forehead with his left hand, and he remembered the time when he had temporarily disappeared, and suddenly realized: "It must have been the time when I lost control of time magic, and Nesario found an opportunity to escape." I said, why Madison sent such a prophecy, it turned out to be because of this. ”

"Is there another big problem?" Aryons frowned, and she asked.

"I didn't have a clue before, but if you tell me the news, I have a plan." Rollin's depression for nearly a month was finally relieved today.

Arians took the initiative to take Rollin's hand, and she smiled and said, "Well, if you need my help, you can tell me." ”

"I will, but this time, you can't make any more demands on me." Rollin teased.

Arians snorted coldly, and she shook off Luo Lin's hand: "Go aside, what you owe me now, you can't pay it back for the rest of your life!" ”

"Then you can ask for it as much as you want, you can take everything of value on me." Rollin said indifferently.

With a wave of his hand, Elion created an additional barrier inside the room: "yes, then I want to ......."

"Ahem, you want to keep your arcane energy maintained. Don't you know that magical energy can flow freely in fusion? Rollin said as he looked at Aryons in his arms.

"Nasty!" (To be continued.) )