The eastern kingdom continent, the western wilderness.

A large number of frostwolf orcs have gathered in this area one after another, and a large circle of tents has been formed around the periphery of the Golden Beach Port at this moment, serving as a temporary residence for frostwolf orcs.

The noise of orc children and the white wolves weave through it, forming a tent city with a unique style.

The Night Elves didn't continue to hire Kul Tiras's ships this time, because their Divine Venerable Lord Hu no longer wanted the sea profiteers to earn the gold coins in their pockets.

Therefore, according to the requirements of the Titan God, the Night Elves have also put in a lot of effort to create their own ocean-going ships.

However, because of the stinky problems of the elves, the art and magnificence of everything to be built, the lilac sea ship of the night elves looks very beautiful and streamlined overall.

But on the other hand, the man-hours and cost of a ship are also soaring, but this is not a big problem, I would rather spend more money and have a sense of art, which is the core insistence of the Night Elves.

The harbor of the golden sand beach had turned into a slowly surging brown sea, and the frostwolf orcs carried their belongings in large and small bags, bustling but disciplined to board the ships.

They were not corrupted by evil powers, and glory and discipline remained in their hearts.

The old-faced shaman travels from place to place, bringing gentle healing and spiritual firmness to his people.

It is true that the elemental powers used by shamans are not as lethal as evil powers, and when communicating with the elements, it is also a way to help each other equally, and cultivating a shaman is not only time-consuming, but also requires the gift of elemental affinity.

But shamans are always the spiritual pillars of the orcs, the spokesmen of the ancestors, and those evil orcs have always forgotten this.

"When this war is over, you'll have to go back to Kalimdor with me, and before she left, Elisander told me to remember to bring you back with me. ”

Boss Hu and Aurelia stood on a sea cliff in the Golden Beach Harbor, looking at the extremely crowded dock below.

"What's not to mention respecting my free will now?" Aurelia glanced at the Titans beside her.

"Oh, what is there to do with that Broken Ranger General, you can continue to do it after going to Kalimdor, the forests of the Black Coast and Ash Valley are much larger than the Yongge Forest. ”

"It's different, the Eternal Song Forest is my hometown, but I'm still curious about the Night Elves' continent of Kalimdor. The Ranger chuckled a few times.

Boss Hu pursed his lips when he heard this, "That's right, don't be so unpioneering, isn't it good to stay in your hometown for the rest of your life, you must always have some spirit of exploration, the world is so big, you should go and see it." ”

Aurelia laughed a few more times and shook her head.

"Okay, okay, you said so many big reasons, isn't it just to let me go back with you, I promise you. ”

"Uh... And Sylvanas, keep you two company, so you won't be lonely ... ”

When the female ranger heard this, she stared at the Titan avatar beside her with a smile, as if she had seen through Boss Hu's evil little secret.

"I respect my sister's wishes if she wills. ”

Looking at the expressionless female ranger, Boss Hu's heart trembled a little, and he couldn't figure out her specific thoughts for a while.

"Sulama was nice and I enjoyed staying there. "The Green Dragon Queen Ysera didn't know when she appeared behind the two of them.

Boss Hu heard the voice, closed his eyes, and then turned his head to look at this elusive light bulb, feeling helpless.

"Didn't you go to the Jade Dream Realm to make rounds, why did you come back so soon? I remember that you used to like to sleep in it every day, go quickly, don't bother me. ”

"Father, why do you keep driving me away, and don't you love your creatures anymore?"

"Wait a minute, stop, shut up... First, the trouble of creating things is the work of my other people, and it has nothing to do with me... Second, I forbid you to say the word pampering again. ”

When Ysera said this, it always felt like she was prostituting her own children...

Durotan watched his people board the ship one by one and set off for that completely unfamiliar land, and his emotions were very complicated.

Tribe... Can you really win?

The Black Hand is Gul'dan's puppet who has polluted the entire tribe with evil energy, and now that they are all the way north to attack the northern kingdoms, Durotan feels that the war is slipping into the abyss of defeat.

But this has nothing to do with me, right, the war of the Frost Wolf Clan is over, and I have won a difficult peace for the clansmen, at least I don't have to worry about the danger of the Frost Wolf Clan being wiped out.

"What are you thinking?" said his wife, Draka, from behind her.

Durotan shook his wife's hand and shook his head, "Our children... Goyle, I don't know how he's doing now, I'm worried. ”

"That strong lad will be fine, Orgrim will take care of him, and when the war is over, we'll send someone to pick him up." Draka comforted Durotan as well as himself.

The end of the war ... What will happen after the war is over, they don't want to think about it.

"Let's hope so, our ancestors bless, and hope that our children will not be destroyed by war. ”

The Great Chief of the Frostwolf squeezed his wife's hand vigorously, then turned and strode towards the docks, supervising his own people to board the ship.

The northern part of the continent, a wetland area.

After a short period of recuperation, the Horde resumed its fierce offensive.

They routed the Torbain Regiment of Fort Rapids, which defended the Saldo Bridge, and advanced into the interior of the Arathi Heights.

The Black Hand High Chief faithfully followed Gul'dan's previous plan of attack, and instead of attacking Riptide for the time being, he concentrated his forces on the wall of Soladin.

The great wall separating the Arathi Highlands from the Hills of Hillsbrad fell in a fierce battle, and the Horde had thus succeeded in breaking through the last barrier to the north of the continent, leaving the road unobstructed.

Subsequently, the main force of the tribe used the high wall of Soladin as a stronghold and radiated to the surrounding area.

A large army has now marched into the Hinterland region, trying to unite the local trolls, the deadwood trolls, and the remnants of the Amani trolls and recruit them into the tribe.

Oh, Gul'dan is offline for the time being, and is in a deep sleep at the moment.

Since the soul essence hidden in Garona's body was pulled out by the Titan Sarodar and made into enchanted equipment, Gul'dan has suffered in an instant, this old warlock is desperately trying to repair and stabilize his soul at the moment, and the warlocks of the Shadow Council are regularly offering soul stones to replenish Guldan's energy consumption.

Gurgal the Ogre, who is Gul'dan's most trusted confidant and the only ogre magician, is extremely powerful.

While Gul'dan was asleep, Gulgar took over the leadership of the Shadow Council and was extremely loyal in his attempt to awaken his master.

The dark tide of the orcs finally began to sweep through the northern countries, causing a huge sensation in the human world for a while.

Massive numbers of frightened people began to migrate to the interior, and now the border areas were no longer safe, and small groups of tribal vanguards and infiltrating guerrillas had emerged in the hills of Hillsbrad and even further into the hinterland.

A full-scale war is about to befall them.

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