Riding his own frost wolf snow song, galloping on this vast land, Dulongtan was in a good mood, but there were always some worries and regrets lingering in his heart.

It would be nice if his son Gouyl was here, if old friends like Orgrim Doomhammer and Grom Hellroar were also here...

Together, they can rebuild a whole new tribe, a peaceful and rational tribe of glory.

I don't know how they fought on the Eastern Kingdom Continent.

Durotan has never underestimated the human race, and it is precisely this that he is worried about, how much sanity the tribe corrupted by evil energy still has, Durotan does not dare to think about it.

Suppressing the chaotic thoughts in his heart, Durotan made Xue Ge stop, and raised his head to look at the lilac city wall and fortress gate in front of him.

Looking at the Great Wall of Night, Durotan had a sense of déjà vu, and then realized that this kind of fortress group is not the layout of the human fortress group of the Storm Kingdom, but the human fortress group is a miniature version of the shrunken, and the Night Elves, a super giant fortress group called the Great Wall of the Night, are completely complete, almost surrounding half of the Kalimdor continent.

He came to the Ashvale Fortress Defense, where there was a small town called Crossroads built by the Minotaurs and Night Elves.

Trade between the two clans had to pass through the crossroads for distribution and transit, and now that there was another frostwolf orc, the expansion plan of the crossroads was also put on the agenda.

Orcs value promises and the help they have received, and Durotan came this time to personally lead a team to the land of the Night Elves with the first hunting pelts and orc spirits to repay the supplies for the first time.

The gates of the fortress rumbled, and then slowly opened, and the Grand Commander of the Dark Night Border Guards, Garrod *Shadowsong, learned the news, and he valued this trade of special significance, so he came to the Ashen Valley region to meet him personally.

"Welcome to the land of the Night Elves, the orcs of the Frostwolf Clan. Garrod, dressed in elven-style combat armor, strode out of the fortress gates.

Hearing this, Du Long also grinned a few times, turned over and got off the wolf, and greeted him.

"Thank you to the Night Elves for their selfless help in the most difficult time for the Frostwolf Clan, this time our clan counted the surplus supplies and immediately sent them to you, haha. ”

"The orcs have proven the value of their promises, and we're glad about that. ”

Garrod and Durotan hugged vigorously, and they both had a great affection for each other's strong military temperament.

The Ashenvale region is a beautiful forest with drizzle and breezy rain, and it is also the residence of Senarius, the demigod of the forest.

Walking side by side with Garrod on the forest road, the continuous drizzle with the natural fragrance wafting on Durotan's face, made him feel extremely comfortable and relaxed.

No wonder the elves are reluctant to go outside the Great Wall to suffer, just a wall separates, and the climate and environment on both sides are different from heaven and earth.

Several forest sisters bounced across the forest path, and then stopped in the forest not far from Garrod and Durotan, looking curiously at the strange race of orcs that they had never seen before.

"Oh, that's the Forest Sisters, also known as the Dryads, they are the daughters of the forest demigod Cenarius, don't look at their weak appearance, their poisonous throwing spears have made many enemies suffer, haha. Garrod smiled and introduced Durotan.

Durotan also looked at these dryads with curiosity for a moment, but the centaurs had ugly faces and rude and savage personalities, while these dryads were extremely beautiful and had a soft temperament.

"Are they related to the centaurs?" Durotan asked curiously.

Garrod nodded, "Ah, yes, it's also a sad story to say, the birth of the centaur was a mistake in itself, Princess Thrydes of Maradon imprisoned Zarta, the son of the forest demigod Cenarius, and gave birth to a monster that shouldn't exist like a centaur, if you are interested, I can explain it to you in detail." ”

The group came to a Night Elf town near the walls of the Gray Valley, many of the Night Elf buildings have no windows and doors, it can be said that there is air leaking everywhere, and they are absolutely 100% close to nature.

While the frostwolf orcs were busy handing over the supplies they had brought with the Night Elf soldiers, Garrod and Durotan walked into the council hall in the middle of the town and sat down.

Several elf girls walked in with food and drink, and gently placed them behind the children. . . cough, gently placed on the table in front of the two of them, and the rest of the accompanying frostwolf orcs sat on the ground in the town square, setting up an open-air feast.

"Can you tell me about your world? our world of orcs ... Oh, it's called Draenor, right, very curious. Garrod and Durotan clinked their glasses, then asked curiously.

Du Long smiled bitterly when he heard this, "Our world... It's no different from the broken ruins now, and if you're asking about Draenor before he wasn't destroyed by Gul'dan's evil powers, I think I could tell you a lot. ”

Speaking of this, Durotan's face was extremely nostalgic.

He thought of the snow-covered Frost Fire Ridge, of the endless Nagrand steppes, of the deep Tanaan jungle, and of the rugged Gollund Plateau.

"Draenor was so magnificent, we orcs have lived there for generations, we were noble and peace-loving, our ancestors accepted the Draenei from the Outer Heavens, we were friends back then... ”

Durotan tilted his head, took a sip of the liquor in his hand, and slammed the glass on the table.

"Gul'dan and his damned evil power have ruined all this, the tribe should not be the depraved state it is now, and the glorious orcs should not be in the state of the beast they are now!"

Looking at the emotional Durotan, Garrod could somewhat understand how he was feeling at the moment.

If it were him, watching the Night Elves fall into depravity and become beasts that only knew how to kill, he would also be worse off than dead.

"We never wanted to invade other people's worlds, we never wanted to start a senseless war, we just wanted our homeland... ”

At this, Durotan closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

"I believe that the other clans will one day regain your former glory, just as your Frostwolf Clan did, the Alliance will defeat them, and Gul'dan and his warlocks will surely die. ”

"So can you understand my mood at the moment, Elf?" said Duron with a wry smile.

"It's so complicated and contradictory ... I never wanted the Alliance to defeat the Horde, but I also wanted the Alliance to defeat the Horde and free the Horde from the corruption of Gul'dan ... ”

Garrod nodded silently.

Orc tribes... Another victim of evil power and the Burning Legion.

The fighters lost the purpose of the battle, just meaningless killing and attacking, for what?

How sad, how sad.

"You are a qualified leader, Dulongtan, and the Frostwolf Clan is lucky to have you with you. ”

"Perhaps, but I can't save the whole tribe. ”

Durotan replied, draining the liquor in his hand again.