Durotan strode along the plank to the hard, dry ground in front of him, and finally set foot on the strange land of Kalimdor, looking at the endless earthy yellow expanse in front of him, he took a deep breath and tried to calm his mood.

"Here... It's our new home. ”

Behind him, the orcs of the Frostwolf Clan also began to disembark in batches, with confusion and curiosity about the future on their faces, and they were also looking at this new land.

Barren land, this region has a dry and hot climate, the dark yellow earth is like a huge wasteland, and the few green dots in the distance are one of the few precious oases.

A night elf uncle with sharp facial features walked towards Durotan and saluted.

"Hello, Grand Chief of the Frostwolf Clan, Dulongtan, Lord Divine Venerable has informed you and your people of the arrival in advance, I will be responsible for leading you to familiarize yourself with this land, you can call me Anka, Anka * Claw Heart. ”

Durontan nodded, "You're a druid, haven't you? I've heard of elven druids, you can take many animal forms, which has some similarities with our shamans. ”

Ankka smiled approvingly, then took out a map, spread it on a large flat rock in front of him, and began to introduce Durotan to the vast wilderness.

"Where we are now, the area known as the Little Barrens, and across a river to the east is the Great Barrens, and according to the agreement, both areas belong to your Frostwolf Clan," Ankka made a circle around the map with his hand.

Durotan was in high spirits, and it seemed that the Night Elves had kept their promise, and the land was as vast as they had promised.

Oh, and it's very barren, but the hard-working orcs will always make things better.

"Of course, there is another situation that you need to be aware of, further east is the Mogaure steppe, where the Minotaurs live, they are a noble, sensible and peace-loving race, and I am sure that there will be a lot of common ground among you, and they also have their people stationed in the Great Barren Lands, fighting valiantly against the centaur race there. ”

Ankka noticed Durotan's puzzled expression and continued to answer his questions.

"The centaurs are a very aggressive race that is not meant to be offended, but they are as hateful as the rest of your orc clans... They are bloodthirsty and savage, and if you Frostwolf Clan are interested, you can join our front and work together to exterminate those damned centaurs and restore peace to the barren land. ”

Du Long nodded when he heard this, signaling that he understood.

Centaur Durotan doesn't take it seriously, the brave orcs will show them what a true warrior is.

And the Minotaur sounds very much in line with the conditions for the Frostwolf Clan to find allies.

"There is another question, we are currently very short of building materials and various materials, can the Night Elves advance a batch of support in advance? The Frostwolf Clan will not forget the help of our friends, and will return it to you when our situation is stabilized. ”

The elven druid laughed a few times when he heard this, "Lord Divine Venerable has thought of this situation for a long time, so he allows you to advance all kinds of materials and necessary consumables needed for the early construction of the city, and you can repay it with gold, furs or any other valuable specialties in the future. ”

"Thank you for your help, the Frostwolf Clan will never forget. Duron straightened up and gave a chest-pounding salute.

Orcs who have not been corrupted by evil powers are industrious, honest and straightforward, they are willing to endure hardship, and they are also rational and peaceful.

The traditions of shamans and patriarchs taught them what glory and righteousness were, and they never bullied the weak or fought wars with other races for no reason.

Power is not used to actively kill, power is protection, it is honor, and pure orcs know this very well.

The Little Barren Lands is now known as Durotar, where the orcs of the Frostwolf Clan are beginning to build their new homes.

In the darkly red rocky mountains of the northernmost part of the Azhara region, an orc city is slowly taking shape, and Durotan has named the city after his best friend Orgrimm: Orgrimmar.

Soon after, a group of minotaur envoys from the Mogaure steppe also arrived in the Durontar area, where they met Dulongtan, which was under construction, and started exchanges.

The similarity of the two races in many ways led to a great deal of affection and intimacy between the orcs and the minotaurs, and a friendly diplomatic relationship between the races was established.

Durotan expressed his willingness to send his elite Frostwolf warriors to aid the Minotaur in the war against the Centaur threat.

The Minotaur immediately reciprocated, saying that they would send a construction team of Kodomon to Durotar as soon as possible to help the Orcs establish their city.

A close alliance is taking shape, and this will be the birthplace of a new tribe.

Then the scales of war in the Barrens began to tilt, and the centaurs were horrified to find a new enemy in front of them.

They were born with a burly and muscular body, the two fangs in their mouths betrayed the ferocity of their masters, and their brown skin matched that of any race they knew.

Even more frighteningly, the centaurs found that their vaunted ability to maneuver quickly was no longer useful.

These races of orcs, known as orcs, rode a giant white wolf that ran much faster than they did.

These wolf cavalry galloped across the barren wilderness, wielding their razor-sharp axes and cutting off one centaur after another.

And those giant wolves are also extremely fierce, even if the orc soldiers on their backs accidentally fall off the wolf's back, the giant wolves will continue to pounce, biting and grabbing at their target enemy, causing them to disembowel.

Woo~~Woo~~~

Durotan led a group of wolf cavalry to run on the withered yellow earth, and the frostwolf banner fluttered in the wind behind him.

The desolate trumpet of the Frostwolf Clan finally sounded proudly again, and Durotan was in a very happy mood at the moment, and he felt that he had made the right decision.

The situation is slowly improving, the Kalimdor continent is really countless times more peaceful than the eastern kingdom continent, except for the unsuspenseful enemy such as the centaur, the next-door neighbors Night Elves and Minotaurs are all peace-loving races.

Oh, and Durotan has a preliminary understanding of the Night Elves.

Their Great Wall of Night cut off the continent in two, and the legions guarding the Great Wall were even larger.

The war potential is bottomless, but because of his own personality, he is unwilling to take the initiative to provoke a war, and he is very satisfied with the current scope of the country, which is Durontan's evaluation of the Night Elves, and at the same time, he is a little lucky.

If the Night Elves were involved in the war on the Eastern Kingdoms and the armies crossed the ocean to aid the Alliance, the Horde would be swallowed up by this long-eared tsunami.

However, perhaps because the elves like to enjoy and have a pleasant environment, the elves will not go to the outside of the Wall to suffer, let alone cross the seas, except for the druids.

Durotan's idea is not wrong, with the natural character of the elves, if it weren't for the Titan God Venerable forcing them on it, they wouldn't have engaged in any territorial expansion, and it is not a good thing to stay on the World Tree.

Some elves even felt that their territory was too large, and suggested that they should streamline it and abandon some of the more barren areas.

Boss Hu was also helpless about this, and he simply wanted to strangle them.

There are also those who dislike too much of their own land, and the elves are the only one.