The next day, at dawn, Garrosh finally regained consciousness. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

With his body swaying and the sound of majestic cheers and bugles in his ears, Garrosh struggled to open his eyes despite the intense pain and dizziness.

The first thing that caught his eye was a row of dark black iron railings, Garrosh rolled his eyes and looked around, he was in a black iron cage, his limbs were fixed by black iron chains, he looked up and felt a heaviness, and there was a black iron ring similar to a dog ring stuck around his neck.

He was held in the middle of the cage and could not even stand up.

Looking through the black iron railing, there is a familiar lonely peak in front of me, and the bottom of the peak is densely packed with camp tents, covering the foot of the mountain, I don't know how many, I can't count it at all.

Seeing this scene, although Garrosh was not dead, his face was no different from that of a dead man, Maghan, arrived.

Maghan was surrounded, and he couldn't tell how many people were besieging the mountain, so many soldiers, it was beyond his cognition, and he felt that all of Draenor didn't even have so many orcs and ogres.

Maghan is done...... Orcs, it's over......

With so many soldiers participating in the siege, the mountain roads were narrow, and it was impossible to set up an attack formation, and the people below could not go up, and the people above could not come down. Maghan still had some food on it, but there wasn't enough water, and these people couldn't last a few days.

"Are you awake?!"

Cries of excitement rang from beside him, and Garrosh stared blankly at the edge of the cage as an old human priest, thin with only a handful of tendons and a sparse goatee. He wore a stained priest's robe, and carried an oak staff in his hand, shiny and shiny, and he had worn it for an unknown number of years.

The old man seemed happy and proud, and said to the sluggish Garrosh, "Now! I'll just say they don't make sense, with me, how could you die? ”

Garrosh said nothing, let the old man chatter, turned his head and lay on his side in the cage, his face pressed to the ground, and looked at Maghan who was getting closer and closer.

The place of Maghan has a very special symbolic meaning for the orcs.

Originally, ogres were rampant here, and orcs lived extremely hard, and orcs were often caught by ogres, thrown into huge clay pots, and stewed directly into soup to drink, and the title of ogres came from this.

Later, an orc named Maghan stepped forward, and he walked through the Nagrand steppes, and every orc he met said the same thing, "Do you want to get rid of the ogre?" If you want to, climb to the top of that mountain one day in a certain year and month. ”

After a year's journey, Maghan finally died on the road, but on this day, almost half of the orcs of the steppe climbed the mountain. Because there were so many people, from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, everyone was frightened to see so many compatriots for the first time.

It turns out that there are so many of us, and we have such a great force!

Although Maghan did not know where he died, the orcs were full of confidence, and they poured down the mountain and began to sweep the grasslands, attacking all the ogres they encountered. The disparity between strength and weakness was so great that the ogres who lived in villages could not resist the torrent, and all those who ran slowly were chopped into pulp.

Since then, there have been no more ogres in Nagrand, and the nameless solitary peak is known as Maghan. If for shamans, the land of ancestors is the most sacred place, then for the orc warriors who are a hundred times more numerous, Maghan is the holy place in their hearts!

Now that the sacred mountain is under siege, the orc warriors who believe in him are in a desperate situation, with no hope in sight.

Garrosh was a little dazed and overwhelmed, and the feeling of his faith crumbling was worse than a spear piercing his heart.

"Now that your wound has healed, just eat ...... more," the old priest continued to babble despite Garrosh's reaction, and as he said this, he reached into the cage and grabbed Garrosh by one of his ears, turned his face over, and pinched a black, foul-smelling pill to his mouth.

"Open your mouth!" The old man said coldly, Garrosh was stunned, the old man immediately became angry, stretched out his left hand and pinched his cheeks, and the strength was amazing! Garrosh's mouth opened involuntarily, and the pill was thrown in.

"Okay, get some sleep, I'm in the camp, I still have something to do." The old man breathed a sigh of relief and jumped out of the carriage, and Garrosh realized that the carriage pulling him had entered the camp gate and stopped at the side of the camp road.

Countless soldiers poured in, humans, dwarves, and elves. They pointed at Garrosh in the cage, as if looking at the caged animal, their eyes full of contempt and disdain.

Garrosh was expressionless and slowly closed his eyes.

I don't know how long it took, but there was a shout, accompanied by a crisp whip, and Garrosh barely opened his eyes. I saw an elven officer riding a frostblade leopard through the camp road, whipping the blocked crowd and shouting: "Return to your posts, your guests are here!" ”

The soldiers immediately dispersed, the road was cleared in an instant, and Garrosh saw the visiting "distinguished guest". It was three tall thunder elephants covered in armor, and these people sat on them, far away, Garrosh could feel the surging energy in their bodies, and the old Draenei in front of him was actually Veron.

He was listening to him, and he was looking at her, and the cage was parked on the side of the road, so conspicuous that Veron could see the man in the cage at a glance.

"Grom's son?" Veren looked at the sleepy beast-like Garrosh and smiled. "The allies of Azeroth are doing a good job."

After only one glance, Wei Lun no longer paid attention to Garrosh, who was still breathing, and led the team deep into the camp, through the neat rows of barracks, to the big tent of the Chinese army.

There was a young mage standing outside the camp gate, and when he saw Wei Lun and his party coming, he smiled and made a gesture of please, "Your Majesty has orders, after your lordships come, you don't need to report it, please enter directly." ”

"Thank you." Wei Lun politely nodded at the young mage, and led Helduri into the tent of the Chinese army.

The day was already abundant, but the windows were closed in the tent, a candle was lit, and two people were sitting silently at the simple conference table. On the left hand is a middle-aged human man with a dignified appearance, and on the right, the person on the right is wearing a wide cloak and a hood that hides his face so tightly that he cannot see his face.

This human man is the leader of the current Alliance, the king of the Kingdom of Stormwind, Varian Ureon! There was no news before, but I didn't expect him to personally accompany the army on an expedition to Draenor this time.

Seeing Veren and the others enter, King Varian quickly got up and walked over to greet him with a smile. The gray-robed man turned silently and left through the back door, the whole process silently, as if he had never been there. (To be continued.) )