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(This chapter has the content of the canonical history, mainly to explain the background of the orcs)

You may have never seen such a land, with blue skies and white clouds, and the wind and grass. When I opened my eyes, I saw a bright green, running split-hoofed oxen, and a flat, vast fertile grassland. The land is lush, vibrant, and offers a sense of endless peace.

My hometown of birth is here, and this is Draenor.

In the past, it was truly a paradise of beauty, and many of our races lived peacefully in this peaceful land, without war. Each race is in harmony with each other, respects each other, and lives happily in each other.

I belong to a clan of orcs, one of the two largest races in this world. But we are peaceful and at ease, there is never a civil war, and because the orcs are not very sociable, so there is no unified kingdom. Each of our clans lives individually, with its own traditions, its own customs, its own costumes, its own stories, and, of course, its own shamans. We plow, hunt, frolic and play on our own land, and there is never any dispute.

Orc clans generally don't disturb each other, so the two festivals a year are the time when our children look forward to the most, once in spring and once in autumn, all orc clans will gather and come to the foot of the holy land "Mountain of Souls" Voshugu to celebrate the day when day and night are equal in length.

No one can tell how long this tradition has been. Challenges and duels are naturally nothing new, but truly angry brawls have never erupted here. If someone does lose their temper – so many people gather together, and this kind of thing does happen from time to time – the shamans will persuade the person concerned to resolve the matter peacefully, and if that is not possible, order them to leave the holy place.

I used to think that I would also be a sacred shaman in the future, they are noble and kind, they can communicate the sounds of nature and heaven and earth, that must be a very beautiful thing, right?

Unfortunately, my thoughts were shattered when I grew up.

I don't know when it began, but the orcs slowly changed, including me, and our originally peaceful hearts began to yearn for battle and destruction. What is the reason for this? Some say it's because of our great shaman, Naozu, who secretly spread to us the killing ** and wild surnames.

I certainly don't believe in this nonsense!

But, in any case, I feel that my friends around me are slowly changing. Later, a young orc named Gul'dan became the most powerful of us, and he taught the other young orcs the mysterious sorcery he had learned, and many of them were tempted to learn it. It was a powerful force, a new kind of magic, and the ability to summon demons for its own use.

The shamans of the clan began to warn the orcs that it was a terrible, death-breathing energy that would sooner or later destroy ourselves. However, at this time, shamanism was already in the thick of the world, and not many people would listen to them.

Gul'dan has set up a mysterious organization, and everything about that organization is puzzling. However, with the help of that organization, more and more orcs began to practice witchcraft and magic, and almost all orc clans began to become violent and dark. And, something even more terrible happened, as more and more orcs began to practice witchcraft and magic, and the peaceful and vibrant land began to become dark and withered.

With the passage of time, the vast grasslands have left us with the land where the orcs thrive has gradually shrunk, and there are red wastelands everywhere. The demonic energy is slowly destroying the world.

We became more and more violent and aggressive, and later built grand arenas in which people could hone their killing skills and experience war and death. In that crazy era, I also went crazy, because only the strongest victor will be sought after by the people.

During this time, a small number of clan chiefs expressed strong dissatisfaction with the depravity of the race, including Durotan, the chief of the Frostwolf Clan, who warned that the orcs had lost themselves and were in a state of hatred and rage. However, his warnings went unheeded, and some powerful clan chiefs – such as Grom Hellroar of the Warsong Clan – stepped up to usher in this new era of war and conquest.

Then, finally, one day, Gul'dan summoned all the clan chiefs and gave them to drink the furious blood of a demon. With the exception of Durontan, all the clan chiefs drank the blood of the rage under the Roar of Grom Hell, and surrendered their fate and their clan to an unknown future.

In the days that followed, the chiefs unconsciously spread the ** of conquest to their compatriots who absolutely trusted them, and the orcs were completely engulfed by this bloodthirsty curse, and the clans united into a unified, unstoppable tribe.

The leader of the tribe is a fallen orc named Blackhan, but I understand to everyone that he is nothing more than a puppet of Gul'dan.

We started a war that took Draeno by storm. In just a few months, we have defeated all of our enemies, even the largest race except us, the Draenei.

Only a small fraction of the Draenei are still hiding from our killing.

As empty as I occasionally feel, we are very happy most of the time and consider it the greatest glory of orcs!

War has become our life, our everything.

After there were no enemies, we began a civil war.

But the civil war was not fought all at once, and Gul'dan announced a new order. He said he had discovered a whole new world where never-before-seen animals were grazing. As far as the eye can see, there are healthy trees standing everywhere.

There is the most fertile land, the most delicious sweet springs, and the most enemies. A beautiful ripe land, waiting to be plundered

All orcs are crazy!

We crave plunder, war and blood.

So, in order to go to that new world, all the orcs were in full swing to prepare.

It seems that there are people in that world who have helped us, and with their help, we have built a huge arched portal. Looking from the ground, the portal was dark, swirling with stars, like a crazy night sky

The roar was deafening, and the crowd pushed and shoved forward.

We're here in Azeroth

The world is as delicious and delicate as Gul'dan says, and we can't wait to start a war. But Gul'dan stopped us, saying that the enemy of this world is very strong and must be fully prepared to act.

Therefore, we can only press our hearts and prepare in a hurry, and at the same time wait for the arrival of the large army.

That weird, completely different Frostwolf clan from us has been banished by us, they are so useless, they always don't want to fight, we don't need such partners

And quickly

We'll be ready