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Rather than relying on these powerful creatures for power, it is better to rely on yourself to find the secret of that terrifying sound from the underground.

No creature has ever trusted Gurgar thoroughly, not even Gul'dan. While Gul'dan was in power, the Twilight Cult was still free labor for the Shadow Council of the Horde.

From the erosion of evil energy to the current summoning of the old gods, Gugar vaguely felt that the power was accepting him. This dark force did not cover his body like an evil power, it gave Gugal enough power.

Voices hidden deep underearth called to the Gugar, and they were willing to accept the devout believer.

Re-embarking on the path of searching for the secrets of the Old Gods, Gugar once again arrives in Kalimdor.

In front of Gugal, Silisus was still suffering from the erosion of yellow sand, and the rolling dunes and some ancient lizards were the only things that could move here. Walking through the soft desert land, Gugar slowly walked towards the wall of beetles built by elves and dragons thousands of years ago.

The will of the massive Angela Worm was only dull Gugar with excitement, and the eyes of the four branches of his two drooping heads radiated a peculiar light.

"The call of the master?"

"No, it's power!" Gugar's head screamed, and his brown-yellow body slowly disappeared into the sand.

Never thinking about what would happen next, Gugar fearlessly walked into the ruins of the old Chira, searching for the power of the old gods.

The power of the corrupted Old God spread its body beyond the sand for the sake of his new followers. Then, large, bloated tentacles entangled Gugar, carrying him from the hot and dry desert to the depths of the earth.

The corrupted flesh gave Gugar new powers, and at the same time, when he received the new powers, Gugar's body changed dramatically.

With no reason to refuse power and self-change, Gugar found a new master, and at the same time, he became a faithful believer in his new master.

South of Silisus, new tribes are also looking for their home.

With the help of the goblin Gazruvi, the trade route connecting Nanhai Town and the Eastern Kingdom was officially opened. Ghazruvi also received tens of thousands of gold coins in this first transaction.

After receiving a payment of his own, Gazruvi relied on the Blizzard Guild's trade routes in Nanhai Town to purchase a large number of steel processing tools for the new tribe of orcs. Gazruwe was not satisfied with the mining of ore, they were willing to sell ore, but he also promised Thrall that Kalimdor's resources were not a commodity, it was the strongest support for the growth of the orcs.

When the goblin ship returned to Kalimdor, the orcs waiting in the humble harbor began to carry the goblin merchant with the implements they had brought back.

There are still a number of orc blacksmiths from Draenor in Orgrimmar, who have not done this for a long time, but with the help of goblins, they are still back to their old jobs, erecting furnaces and iron felts.

In less than half a year, from the humble camp at the beginning to the orc city that is now beginning to take shape, Thrall is very satisfied with the current orc life. In fact, on this seemingly barren continent, there are actually endless treasures hidden here.

Water, food, and the forest behind Orgrimmar could have been here for the orcs forever.

"Although there are goblins as mediums, I feel like we can't do business with humans in this way for long." Rogham followed behind Thrall, worried.

The young High Chief walked at the entrance to Orgrimmar's gates, helping a few orc soldiers push a wooden cart full of ore up the gentle slope of the entrance.

"Don't worry, as long as we settle down here, those alliances far away on the eastern continent can't do anything to us." Sal said without any worry.

Rogham wasn't as optimistic as Thrall, he was Orgrim after all, and he had experienced two orc wars in the past fifteen years.

War has always been an orc creed, and orcs are not averse to war, but Rogham knows what kind of impact war can have on a race.

"I'm afraid the League won't let us live on this land. These humans are as greedy as the goblins, and as long as their power is large enough, they will extend their remaining power to lands they have not explored. Rogham said.

Sal waved his hand and said, "Times have changed Rogham, and we now have a life of our own." As long as humanity does not attack us, we are willing to devote enough time and energy to work with them to make peace. ”

Rogham nodded, he didn't refute the chief's words. As Sal said, times have really changed.

No orc wants to go through such a painful war again, some lessons, it is enough to eat once.

Rogham didn't dare to guarantee the beliefs of the newborn orcs, but the orcs now under Thrall's leadership were very much like the Maghan orcs who lived in Deranonaglan.

"Perhaps, the new tribe can't bleed." Rogham said with a sigh.

"How's the matter going for Mogore, those minotaurs seem willing to accept our help." Sal asked.

Rogham followed in Thrall's footsteps and traveled to Honor, where they could meet the new army of the new tribe.

"This ancient race seems to have some natural powers, but I've learned a lot from their clan, and they, like us, yearn for honor." Rogham said.

Stepping into the arena, Sal beckoned.

The appearance of the Great Chief attracted the attention of Sarufar, and the old orc put down the worn-out battle axe in his hand and said, "Don't let up, go on." ”

Stepping out of the gravel-strewn arena, Sarufar hurriedly asked, "Chief, how are our next batch of armaments going?" I've heard from Rogham that the Minotaurs need help, but our current soldiers don't have the strength we had before. ”

Thrall looked at the tattered cloth on the orc soldier and the war stick in his hand, he frowned, and considered: "The ore has already begun to be prepared, and our craftsmen are also stepping up their production. I believe that in less than ten days, we will be able to get our first weapons and help the Minotaurs defeat these centaur tribes that are ravaging this ancient continent. ”

After hearing Sal's reply, Sarufar's expression softened slightly: "That's good, as long as the soldiers have weapons, we can get more resources in the war." ”

"Forget the task of plundering, if possible, I hope that the gates of our tribe can be opened to all races." Sal said.

The silence of the night in Orgrimmar, the moonlight sloping down from the towering Hyjal Mountains in the distance, silenced what should have been a noisy city.

The tribe's new city was still a little rudimentary, and even the chamber of the Great Chief was nothing more than a blanket made of animal skins and a wooden table that had just been built.

"Kid, why don't you sleep?" The old prophet picked up the cloth in front of the door and went to the chief's chamber.

Thrall was sitting at the wooden table in a daze, holding a pocket watch made by the craftsman of Ironforge in his broad palm. The watch had faded, but Sal cherished it because it contained a portrait of Taresa.

This is when Taresa went to the market in Nanhai Town, she asked a wandering painter to paint it. The details are a little crude, but Sal is very precious.

"Can't sleep."

"Something?" The old prophet Drektar sat down next to Thrall, patted him on the shoulder, and then took the pocket watch in his outstretched palm fist.

Thrall naturally put the pocket watch in his breast pocket, he rubbed his forehead vigorously a few times and said, "I want to go and get Taressa, I feel very uneasy if she has been living in the Eastern Kingdom." ”

"You mean to let that little human girl live with us orcs? It's not impossible, child, but with our current standard of living, do you really think you can keep this fragile girl healthy? Drektar asked rhetorically.

Thrall nodded, he knew that the old prophet's words were right for now.

"Old prophet, what is the matter with me today?" Sal asked.

Since Nesario's disappearance from Azeroth, the old prophet's perceived elemental power has become more and more stable. After he regained good communication with the elements, he decided to teach Sal the knowledge and abilities to communicate with the elements.

The Shamanic Way has never rejected the orcs it trusts, and neither has Thrall.

"Ever since the power of evil destroyed Draenor, the Shamanic Way has been on the verge of destruction. The shamanic orcs of Draenor have abandoned their elemental trust in them and become the wielders of the Burning Legion. Today is different, we orcs have found a new life, and at the same time found hope. Try to embrace the power of these elemental spirits, Tsar, and try to control and communicate with them. The old prophet took Thrall's palm, and the hot touch spread from around the old prophet to Thrall's body.

The elements of wind, fire, earth, and water, four different colored elemental spirits converge around Thrall.

All the while, Thrall always thought of himself as a warrior. He had never known anything about the power of these magics.

"Are they communicating with me? Are they trying to blend in with me? Thrall boldly touched the elemental spirits around his body, and he enjoyed the feeling of harmony.

The elemental spirits were willing to accept the forgiving orc, and in Thrall, the orc, they did not refuse any of the power they could give him.

Each element gives the present Thrall a blessing. The wind elemental can summon electric currents that have already hurried, the water elemental can restore and dispel his fatigue, the fire elemental spirit can melt the armor and body of the enemy, and the earth elemental spirit gives Thrall great power to connect with the earth.

The shaman's power fascinated Sal, and he carefully communicated with each element, falling into deep contemplation with his keen mind and language that only the elements could understand.

The old prophet was amazed at Sal's comprehension, and he didn't even say anything to Sal before he saw Sal's comprehension.

As Saar's teacher, the old prophet felt that he had nothing to teach Saar. The only thing he could give Thrall was how to respect the elements and how to make the most of their powers.

The lights in the chief's room remained unturned all night, and Sal meditated until the early hours of the morning.

As dawn approached, the light of the elemental spirits dimmed slightly, and the tired Thrall could no longer hold on, and he lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Although tired, at least I can rest. Sal's experience wasn't the worst.

Silvermoon City - The Secret Society of Magic.

A sleepy-eyed Gianna shuffled up the stairs with a lazy step, and when she pushed open the door, she was surprised to find that the familiar figure was still sitting on a wooden chair flipping through papers.

The tip of her nose was sore, Gianna pouted and walked to the square table, snatched the document from the teacher's hand, and said angrily: "It's been a week, teacher, can you have a good rest for a day!" ”

Rollin rubbed his temples, he smiled and said, "Everyone is busy, my two mentors and Alordi have been gathering news in the Mage Tower for the next part of the study of magical equipment. Romans and Shadow Breaker have been out on missions, and these days are stressful times, and no one can rest. ”

Gianna put down the paperwork, she handed the quill to the teacher's hand and said, "Teacher, when can Gianna help?" ”

Luo Lin looked at Gianna with relief and said, "Didn't you deal with a day's teleportation mission in the Blizzard Guild yesterday?" When Tyre came just now, he said that you were very desperate and refused to rest for a moment. Alas, no wonder, after all, it was my student. ”

Hearing the teacher's approval, Gianna unconsciously walked behind the teacher and kneaded his shoulders.

"Ever since he became king, Alsace has gone too far. He tried his best to win over the countries of the Alliance, ostracized Stormwind, and also dissociated himself from our Blizzard Guild, I really don't know what he was thinking! Gianna snorted coldly, she felt that Arthas's personality when he was a prince and after he became a king were completely two people.

Rollin didn't care, he explained: "Not all kings were conservatives, and since King Minecil had given power to his son Alsace, he acquiesced in the Alsatian hawks' approach. Lordaeron now wants to unify the alliance in order to rebuild the great empire of humanity during the time of King Soladin. ”

"From my father's point of view, he would certainly not agree. Now that the city-states and countries are developing peacefully, why should the Lordaeron family be the only one? Gianna said indignantly.

"Expanding the territory is the ideal of every king." Rollin said. (To be continued.) )