"Look, what's that in the sky?"

"Looks like a flying monster!"

"It's like a fish."

"Still screaming!"

"It looks like it's made of iron!"

"Isn't it some new demon weapon?"

"Get your weapons!"

"Gather all the fighters at once!"

The arrival of the helicopter was not well received, and all the orcs of Galadar became nervous, and they all came back from the tent to work in the field, and came to the vicinity of the helicopter landing site outside the town with their weapons.

These Maghan orcs did not go to the Kil'Gardan Throne in the first place. They did not drink the blood of Manolos, nor did they drink water or eat food from the land polluted by evil energy. So they still maintain the healthy brown skin of the orcs, which is completely different from those green-skinned people.

They were all old, weak, sick and disabled abandoned by the tribe. Twenty years ago, the mighty warriors had gone to conquer the new world on the other side of the Dark Gate, leaving them to guard the ancient sacred sites of the orcs.

When the world of Draenor shattered, much of Nagrand was fortunate to have survived. After the initial panic, the Maghan orcs began to live a rare peaceful life. For more than a decade, they have carefully hidden their tracks. Despite the demons raging in the outside world, as well as the orcs and draenei lost who have been deranged by evil energy, the Maghan orcs still live a peaceful and peaceful life in the relatively secluded city of Nagrand.

Little Sarufar was striding out with an axe, and when he saw the gray-haired old lady also hurrying out, he could not help but ask in a loud voice:

"Grandmother Gaiaan, why did you come out too? You're not in good health. Let's go back quickly! Leave it to us here! ”

Grandmother Gaiaan was the most respected elder among the Maghan orcs. She was the one who took in these old and weak orcs abandoned by the tribe, and almost all of the young, sickly children were raised by her. Garrosh and Dranoche are both.

This revered old lady is the old shaman of the Frostwolf Clan, the mother of Durotan and the grandmother of the current Grand Chieftain Sal.

"I have a hunch that I should check it out." Grandmother Gaiaan waved her thin hand and said, "Don't worry about me. Agra was beside me, and I was still walking. Go ahead, Dranoche! ”

A young orc woman is supporting Grandmother Gaiaan, a disciple of Grandmother Gaia'an, who is learning the ways of shamanism. Agra is very talented and has always been praised by Grandmother Gaia.

"Grandmother Gaiaan. Do you see those people on the Iron Bird? Do you think they are enemies or friends? Agra asked.

"It's not like an enemy. Let's go and see! ”

As Dranos arrived, the mechanical iron bird was slowly descending. He saw Garrosh staring warily at the Iron Bird and assigned strong orc warriors to surround it.

The children who were abandoned by the tribe have grown up. One is healthier than the other, and they are all very good fighters. Presumably the old orcs who abandoned them would not have imagined that this would be the case.

Garrosh still remembers the defeated orc chieftain Kargas. Bladefist wanted to be recruited from here, and when he saw them, he viciously cursed them to rot to death here.

Kargas's words remained in Garrosh's heart, and he was sore, weak and powerless, unable to even refute the ridicule of the other party. But more than ten years have passed, and he believes that he can definitely face off against Kargas in his prime!

But the chief is also dead, and he will never have such a chance.

Draranosh came to Garrosh's side. He had a good look in his eyes, and when he saw Kutch in the cockpit, he immediately smiled easily, and said to Garrosh: "Relax brother, do you see it?" There's a little man sitting in this iron bird, and it doesn't look like it's taller than my legs! ”

"He's not going to be the only one in the Iron Bird." Garrosh Road. As the helicopter slowly descends. He suddenly felt a hint of unexplained nervousness—could it be dangerous?

"So what? I can hit twenty such gnomes with one hand! Dranosh laughed.

Kuqi in the helicopter saw such a large group of orcs surrounding him, and couldn't help but ask the two orcs behind, "Hey." You two, will these orcs attack us? ”

"Probably not." Varok replied.

"They don't have the same skin as you. Are you sure that this is really your former relative? "Kuchi could already tell that the skin of the orcs below was brown.

"We used to be the same color." Varok's voice was wistful.

His answer silenced Grom: the change had something to do with him. When Naozu gathered all the orcs, he was the first to drink the demonic blood that Gul'dan had handed him. After that, he turned green and his eyes radiated an abnormal red light.

"Alright, I'm ready to land!" Kuchi said to Cassadine next to him, "We can only take this plane, you have to protect it, or we will all have to walk to meet the commander!" ”

"I'm going to travel faster than I can fly." Cassadine replied.

"......" Kutch was speechless.

Anyway, at least the brown-skinned orcs didn't attack until the plane landed safely. Kuchi opened the hatch, a move that only alarmed the orc warriors. They were worried that a group of demons and other monsters would suddenly fly out of the iron bird's belly.

Kuchi jumped off the plane first, he pushed his goggles to his head, looked up at the strongest orc warrior in front of him, and greeted, "Hi, hello! I'm Kutch, the Screaming Serpent's ace pilot! Nice to see you! ”

But the orcs were puzzled - Kutch spoke the lingua franca of Azeroth, and it was clear that the Maghan orcs had not yet learned the language.

"Who are you and what do you do?" Garrosh looked at the little furry man in front of him, this was the driver with the Iron Bird. The furry face looked like a rat or something.

He spoke orc language, and Kuchi naturally didn't understand it.

"Translate, quick, I need a translator!" Kutch shouted into the cabin. "What's going on. You two, are you shy? ”

The two orcs, who were timid in their hometowns, jumped out slowly.

Seeing two green-skinned orcs coming out of the iron bird's belly, the group of Maghan orcs was immediately in an uproar.

"Are those depraved guys?"

"Evil orcs!"

"No—they look familiar!"

"Look at that orc's weapon!"

The orcs were all talking, and each of them exclaimed.

Garrosh was almost frozen. He was already big when he was abandoned. I have a very deep impression of the past. What's more, that orc still has a "blood roar" in his hand?

This is the Warsong Clan chieftain, his father, Grom. Hell roars!

The father who shamed him, the first to drink the blood of demons!

"Garrosh." Grom recognized his son, Garrosh at a glance, his chest heaving from intense gasps, and his snort was very heavy.

"Why are you coming back!" Garrosh yelled. "Isn't it enough that you've brought disaster to the orcs?"

His eyes were bloodshot, and that was because of his extreme anger.

Grom fell silent, he did bring disaster to the orcs. He had thought it was the highest honor, but even his own son was ashamed.

That's not glory at all.

Once again, he realized what a terrible mistake he had made in the past.

"Orcs aren't the same anymore. Garrosh. "Now we are restoring the traditions. What's more, we're also trying to get revenge on the demons who deceived us! ”

When their father and son were talking, Varok. Sarufar walked over to Grandmother Gaiaan, and in fact he had seen his son Draranos, who was very young when he left, barely remembered, he could recognize his son, but his son no longer recognized him.

"Grandmother Gaiaan." Varok saluted the old lady. "I didn't expect to see you again."

"I didn't expect that either." Grandmother Gaiaan smiled, "Varok, why are you back here?" What are you here for? ”

"It's hard to put into words." Varok sighed. He looked at his son, Dranoche. I very much hope that the other party can call him "Dad" in person.

Grandmother Gaiaan said to Dranosh, "Well, this is your father, Dranosh. The old lady introduced to the orc youth beside her.

Dranos was stunned, he had no idea that he would see his father again in his lifetime.

"You're my father?" Dranosh looked at the green-skinned middle-aged orc, and the other party's eyes were deep. Wrinkles have climbed on the forehead. He knew that his appearance was seven or eight points similar to this middle-aged orc, but the green skin of the other party always made him feel that the two were completely different. It's not even like the same race.

Many Maghan orcs have this idea when they see their green-skinned compatriots. They are the orthodox orcs, and these green-skinned orcs are mutants tainted by demons. This change is not as noticeable as the normal Draenei and Draenei Breakers, though. But it's a big enough difference for them.

"I am your father." Varok said in a deep voice, looking at his young and strong son, and said sincerely, "Dranosh, I want you to come back to me, okay?" ”

Draranosh didn't know how to answer for a while, the blood relationship made it impossible for him to refuse his father's request, but the strangeness of not seeing him for twenty years made it difficult for him to get close to the father in front of him. What's more, the other party is still green-skinned.

Grandmother Gaiaan interrupted them with a cough. She looked at Varok and asked, "Tell me about your purpose." To be honest, the current Galadar is the town behind us, the home of our group of Maghan orcs, and green-skinned orcs are not welcome. ”

Varok's heart ached, and he understood what it had cost them to take that path twenty years ago.

He couldn't hide it from the wise old lady, and he didn't intend to deceive. He opened his mouth to tell Grandmother Gaia what had happened in the years since their separation, hoping that these words would move her and the rest of his countrymen.

His words drew all the Maghan orcs present, and they gathered around to listen to the veteran warrior from the Thunder King clan tell about his thrilling journey in another world.

Grandmother Gaia didn't interrupt, she listened quietly before asking, "So, Neozu still didn't escape punishment in the end?" ”

"Yes."

Grandmother Gaiaan let out a sigh: "He used to be an old shaman that everyone respected. It's a pity. ”

"So you're going to drag our group of Maghan orcs far from the war into battle as well?" Garrosh roared angrily, "Why, all we pure orcs have left is these last bloodlines. Why don't you let it go? ”

"I'm not going to force you to go to war, Garrosh." Grom looked at his son, who had repeatedly disobeyed him, and he remembered Garrosh as a child. At the stage of inferiority and cowardice, his current son really surprised him. He remembered what Jiang Weihan had said about Garrosh when he had just entered the Hellfire Peninsula. At first he didn't believe that his son would go down an even darker and more depraved path than he was, but now he somewhat believed it. The Garrosh in front of him is too sensitive and a pedigree believer, and if given the right opportunity, he might indeed follow the path of the demon-tainted Garrosh on the Frozen Throne.

"Maybe it's better for you to stay in Draenor, stay here." Grom said to his son, who was looking angrily at him. "But I think orcs should have a choice. We used to be slaves to the devil, and now is the time to rise up and get revenge! We must take revenge on the demons who deceived us and enslaved us! Only the blood of demons can wash away our shame and undo the curse on us! ”

Seeing that the two fathers and sons were about to start a new round of disputes, Grandmother Gaiaan spoke up: "Stop first, you guys." ”

The Grom father and son could only stop arguing.

Everyone looked at her. Everyone understands. She was the one who decided the fate of the Maghan orcs.

"I'm not going to the world you say I'm talking about." Grandmother Gaiaan spoke.

Her statement disappointed Grom and Varok, and their hearts sank. The Maghan orcs listened to Grandmother Gaiaan, and when she objected, who else would approve?

"But I'm not opposed to anyone who wants to go with you to leave." As soon as Grandmother Gaia's words changed, things immediately took a turn for the better, "Whether it's Maghan orcs or orcs on the other side of the Dark Gate, we are all from the same race. Fighting the devil is our common destiny. I've seen demons and know how terrible they are. So I support your cause! ”

Varoc immediately turned to joy, he could not have imagined that Grandmother Gaia would be so enlightened.

"Thank you. Grandmother Gaiaan. Thank you! Varok lowered his head and said in a continuous voice.

"No, you don't." Grandmother Gaia smiled kindly, she looked at the two green-skinned orcs, "You said that I had a grandson in that world, and his name was Gouyle (Thrall's orc name), right?" What a good name. His parents were good people, Durotan and Draka. I miss them so much! There was nostalgia in her eyes. She said to Varok: "I am too old to walk. When you go back, sue him. If he's free, come back and see me. All right? ”

"We'll definitely bring your words to the Great Chief!" Varok assured loudly.

"Come on. Tell me about my grandson. Gouyle: How is he now? ”

――

Directly north of Mount Hyjal, the home of the Night Elves, there is a land blessed by Elune, the goddess of the moon, and is home to Cenarius, the king of the forest, called the Moonlight Glade. Cenarius was Elune's biological son, and it was only natural that he should be taken care of in this way.

The moonlit glades are inhabited by Cenarius and his children, innocent dryads and warrior guardians of the jungle. There are also many cute and docile little animals.

Cenarius is the mentor of all druids, and most of the druids who try to enter the Emerald Dream will also come here to sleep.

Tyrande had failed to awaken the druids many times before, and the sons and daughters of Cenarius naturally learned of the news.

The Dryads and Jungle Guardians also tried their best to awaken their father, but their attempts failed. They were so anxious that Cenarius' son, Remulos, even wanted to go into a dream to see what was happening. But he tried many times, but he couldn't enter the Emerald Dream Realm, as if the door that had been open was closed again, and he and others couldn't enter and exit freely.

Remulus was extremely anxious, and now that the Burning Legion was coming, he thought that this strange thing must have something to do with the demons, and he almost couldn't help but fight the demons outside.

Fortunately, later the Great Druid Vandal. Deerhelm wakes up, and after learning that the other party will go to the Feywood Forest to eliminate the demons entrenched there, he immediately prepares to find Deerhelm.

Remulus wanted to ask him face to face what had happened in the Emerald Dream.

The object of his inquiry, Vandal. After completing the Nightmare King's orders, Deerhelm descended from the southern foothills of Mount Hyjal with the Night Elf troops to begin the mission. He planned to attack all the way north, gradually compressing the living space of the demons in the Felwood Forest until they were completely eliminated.

Deer Helm has been through many wars and knows exactly how to carry out such a mission. He sent a large number of Hippogriff Knights to scout, looking for every nook and cranny where demons might be hiding. In the first two engagements, they simply eliminated their opponents and reclaimed the two Night Elf outposts that were originally stationed here.

"Ahead is the Blood Poison River?" Deerhelm looked at the map, frowning. The Felwood Forest was polluted by demons 10,000 years ago, and it has not been restored to its original appearance until now, but has been further deteriorated by the recent arrival of more demons. The Blood Poison River is a river polluted by evil energy, and with its high mountains and deep forests and complex terrain, it is the most likely place for the demons to hide in their base camp.

"Let's scout our sentinels a little more closely!" Deer Helmet commanded. "Keep your eyes up, it's likely to be a tough battle next!"

Just half an hour later, the Hippogriff brought back important information: the traces of demons had been found ahead - the Guardian of the Jungle, Remulos, was besieged by demons! (To be continued) R655