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The midday sun was warm, and young Miss Taresa was driving slowly down the trade lanes of the Alterac Valley in a carriage full of vegetables and grain. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Uncle Bode, stop in front for a moment, I want to make it easier." Taresa sat in the carriage and said embarrassedly.

The elder Bode, who had been Talesa's companion when she went shopping, said to Talesa gently, "Miss, yours are hurrying up." I've heard that in the depths of this valley, there are still scattered orcs here. ”

Taresa put on a furry cloak and jumped out of the carriage. She looked around for a moment, then walked straight up the road.

The old coachman placed the two retired horses from the army on the side of the road, and he took a little water from the carriage to give his old friend a good rest.

Taresa kept going up, and she followed the trail to a hidden cave and stopped.

"I've sent the letter here, hoping that you will be able to get Thrall out on the day of exile." Taresa kept her voice as low as she could, and she picked up a stone stained with frost and snow to hold down the letter, and walked briskly down the trail.

"Uncle Bode, it's time for us to go." Taresa looked back at the valley, lowered her head, and stepped back into the carriage.

The old coachman smiled, looked at Taresa and said, "Why, are you bothered by the fact that you are going to marry Baron Blackmore?" Miss, in fact, you don't have to worry, don't look at Blackmore is a little irritable now, but when he was young, he was also an empathetic general. ”

Taresa lifted a pendant with orc fangs around her neck, she shook her head and said, "I don't care about this, anyway, I've lived in Dunhold since I was a child, and it's okay." ”

"Well, I understand. Miss Talesha, you are so young, you must also want to have someone your age to be your lifelong partner. Truth be told, what about that beautiful girl who would like to marry the current Blackmore? Now, he doesn't look like a commander anymore. "The old coachman is very close to Taresha's family, and there are some things that he is not afraid of in front of Taresha.

Talesa placed the pendant in the faintly glowing magic circle in the palm of her hand, and held it tightly: "Uncle Bode, you and my mother's affairs should be done as soon as possible." Anyway, you're all getting older, and you need to take care of your future life. After all, you can't live in Dunhold when you're old. ”

After old Bode heard Talesha's words, he blushed and said, "That's far away, you haven't married yet, why are we old." ”

Taresa didn't reply, she stayed quietly in the carriage, silent.

As the wagon loaded with vegetables and grain drifted away, a brown orc in a wolf's skin slipped from the mountainside, clutching a rope to the mouth of the cave.

After arriving at the entrance of the cave, he vigilantly probed for any dangerous breath around him, and after confirming that there was no human smell, the orc soldier picked up the letter sticking to the frost and snow and ran into the cave.

Passing through the cave, you enter the interior of the Alterac Valley, where a small orc tribe lives.

"Prophet, this is a letter from the human girl." The orc soldiers delivered the letter to the old prophet.

The old prophet pushed away the mess of food and weapons on the humble wooden table with his hands, and he carefully opened the envelope and spread out the letter.

"Ah, Thrall's orc writing is still so sloppy. What would Durotan think if he had seen this. The old prophet looked kindly at the crooked orc writing, and tears welled up in his wrinkled eyes.

"What are you talking about, Prophet?" The orcs on the side asked.

Drektar breathed a sigh of relief, and he carefully searched for meaningful messages and words from the letters: "The miscellaneous pieces of these alliances, to the continent that sent our compatriots to the West. ”

The young orc apprentice looked at the prophet in amazement and said, "Are these humans really going to let our people go?" ”

"Stupid! They are trying to send our compatriots into the sea! Drektar's face changed, and his broad palm slammed against the wooden table.

The creaking of the wooden planks slowly sounded, and the old prophet shook his head and said, "This human girl wants us to save Thrall, to save the son of the frostwolf. ”

The orc apprentice hurriedly waved his hand, and he tried to refute the old prophet's thoughts: "Prophet, we simply don't have enough men, we have been short of food all these years, and the soldiers have been weakened and weakened. We simply can't do that. ”

"Shut up, do you still need to report to me the current situation of our frostwolf orcs?" The old prophet coughed excitedly, and then fell into confusion.

There were not many soldiers left in the camp, and in the past five years, the frostwolf orcs have escaped the pursuit of the alliance and lived here quietly. However, they did not have enough food and water, nor did they have clothing or fur to withstand the cold, and the remnants of the frostwolves survived tenaciously in such harsh conditions.

It's not easy to survive, so why take the risk?

It's not worth it. The old prophet closed its cloudy eyes, and it sank into the hope of finding the answer in the echoes of the elemental gods.

Gul'dan once destroyed the teachings of the shamans, turning the pure elemental power into a spell of demonic chaos. One by one, the shamans disappeared and were replaced by evil warlocks. The Old Prophet didn't know how many orcs still held to the shamanic teachings of Draenor, but in Azeroth, there was only one left of these displaced orcs who had passed on the shamanic teachings.

The old shaman couldn't think of his own answer, so he chose this way to decide the fate of Goyle.

"Elemental spirits, I'm in a difficult situation right now. I ask you, ask for your help. The whispers of prayer filled the entire cave with elements.

The orc apprentice saw his teacher's ritual, and he didn't say anything more, and walked away from the teacher's residence on his own.

A question hovered around the old shaman's heart, and the elemental spirits also haunted the shaman's surroundings with this rare call.

The elementals did not use their voices to answer the old shaman's call, but the old shaman felt an inexplicable answer: "The future is not in the orcs who survived the war, the fate of the new tribe and the orcs is pinned on a young hope." ”

The element gave the old prophet a response, a response urging the old prophet to make a decision.

Thrall, the young orc, the master of the arena, is supposed to be the future of the orc's destiny determined by the elements.

"I see, elemental spirit. It's time to say goodbye to the past. The old prophet dissipated the fog before his eyes, and he cleared the elemental encirclement and stood up again.

Slowly walking out of the cave, he summoned all the frostwolf orcs: "Loktar! Soldiers of the Frostwolf Clan, pat your chest and ask yourselves why you are alive. We are orcs, not cowards, and we shouldn't have spent our embarrassment in this cold place. Now, fearful or not, I, as the current elder of the tribe, ask you to take up arms again and answer the call of the elemental spirits to rescue the orcs of Dunhold who are besieged. ”

The orcs gathered in the camp, they looked at each other, and finally, the orc apprentice glanced at his teacher, he took a deep breath and shouted, "forthehorde! Brothers, remember the noble traditions of our orcs, we are not cowards! ”

The orc apprentice didn't say much, he walked over to the tattered war drum on the other side, and struck the drum vigorously for the first time in a long time.

Melodious and low war drums echoed through the valley again, and the orcs of the Frostwolf Clan once again put on their armor and picked up their weapons again.

――Dividing Line――

"What is the ship dispatched by Nanhai Town going to do?" Lorin sat in the Hall of Light of the Silver Hand and spoke to Tirio in person.

Tirio's face was stern, and he said, "Why?" Archmage, you don't know? ”

Rollin and Tirio tacitly said, "This is not a representation of the Light, something that the Silver Hand can do. ”

Tirio shook his head and said, "The Light has its problems, too. Otherwise, we wouldn't have sent Lord Uther to the Cathedral of Light to set up the Paladin's Faith course with Mr. Fao. ”

"So what?" Rollin looked at Tirio with a blank expression.

Tirio was also troubled, and he tried to dissociate the Silver Hand from this matter, saying, "This is not something that we can control after Silver, this is a resolution initiated by the top of the Alliance. Archmage, you don't know that during the last Northern Expedition to Northrend, the materials and food we spent had almost made Lordaeron unable to make ends meet. Do you imagine that even a country as rich as Lordaeron has reached such a point, let alone the newly built Stormwind City and the nations along the Alterac Mountains? ”

"That's a good reason, and if I were a decision-maker, I would do it. However, I think everyone can be a little more tolerant, so why not let the orcs actually arrive in Kalimdor? This ancient continent is full of desolation and danger, and they will definitely not be able to settle down smoothly if they migrate like this. Rollin said.

Tirio didn't know how to answer Rollin, and he knew that the Archmagus wanted to think about it from a fairer perspective. After all, the Great Magus, in the final analysis, did not think from the perspective of the interests of any force.

"I can't decide, Archmagus!" Tirio slapped his forehead and said rather helplessly.

Rollin put a document on the desk in front of Tirio and said, "There's no need for you to do anything, you just need to let the two archmages of the Magic Secret Society join the flagship of the exiled orc fleet this time." “

Tirio was not a sand fool, he looked at Rollin vigilantly: "I said archmage, if you do this, you are not afraid of making enemies in the alliance?" Did you know that the lords and the king were surprisingly united in their opinion this time? In their eyes, these orcs are beings that must be eradicated. ”

"So, you don't want to help me?" Rollin reached for the papers, ready to leave.

Tirio gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "I've seen an old orc with sense and grace in Hearthvale, and he's told me a lot about orc traditions. I now understand that orcs and humans are actually the same, but I am now a soldier of the Alliance, a representative of the people. I have to look at this from a human perspective, so you can give it to me. ”

Tirio turned to look at the holy light hanging from the wall, and he smiled bitterly and said, "The holy light will not forgive this sin, and I don't want humans to commit such a mistake." “

"I knew you would." Rollin reached out and patted Tirio on the shoulder.

Tirio smiled bitterly and said, "It doesn't matter, it's a big deal, I'll go back to the Fireplace Valley to retire, but if it doesn't work, I'll go to be a farmer." After all this, I still haven't realized this? ”

Rollin laughed when he heard Tirio's words. He said to himself: Tirio is indeed Tirio, he is still the stubborn and sincere old Fortin.

"Rest assured, after successfully completing this mission, I will let you continue to sit here safe and sound. I'll just bear all the consequences. Rollin smiled and said indifferently.

Ferding took off his plate armor outfit, and he calmly said to Rollin, "Don't talk so much, this hero can't let you do it all the time." It's time for me to feel what it's like to be a hero. ”

"Oh, by the way, what about the magical equipment you promised to equip our Knights? For this reason, Commander Iril ran to Silvermoon City every day. Tirio Ferding teased the Archmage.

"It's almost time to melt and cast, and after half a month, there will be a finished product." Rollin replied.

Tirio asked unceremoniously, "Then you have to give me a set, I heard that this kind of magic equipment greatly increases strength." ”

"Of course, this is the product of the Secret Society of Magic." Rollin said without modesty.

After the conversation, Rollin walked out of the Great Hall of the Silver Hand. Accompanied by the admiring gaze of the janitor paladin, Rollin went to Iriel's quarters.

Ferdin, who followed Rollin, came out and instructed a paladin, "Put these two old fellows on the list of ships going to sea this time." ”

The paladin nodded, and walked in the direction of the royal city with the list.

"What, you're not in a hurry to prepare for your wedding?" Irel said angrily.

Rollin shook his head, and he said with a heavy face, "I have a mission that I need you to help me. ”

"The Archmage also needs assistants, aren't you very good at solving any problem alone?" Irel said arrogantly.

"It's time to travel, and you'll be waiting for me at the entrance to the royal city tomorrow." Rollin said in a steady tone. It's as if he's here to give orders.

Irel was used to Rollin's cold look, and she sighed. Then he continued: "It turns out that there is a big problem, I said. ”

As soon as his tone changed, Luo Lin's complexion also changed a lot. A smile squeezed out of his stiff face: "You're right, there's big trouble." ”

(To be continued.) )