Durotan finally set foot on the strange land of Kalimdor, and he took a deep breath as he looked at the endless earthy yellow expanse.

"Here... It's our new home. ”

He looked behind him at the same confused frostwolf orcs disembarking in droves, they were also looking at this new land.

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

"Hello, Grand Chief of the Frostwolf Clan, Dulongtan, Lord Divine Venerable has informed you and your people of the news that you are here, and I am responsible for bringing you to familiarize yourself with this land. You can call me Anka, Ankh Claw Heart. ”

Durotan nodded, "You're a druid, right? I've heard of druids, you can take many animal forms." This has some similarities with our shaman. ”

Ankka smiled approvingly, then pulled out a map and began pointing at Durotan.

"Where we are now, in what is known as the Little Barrens, and in the east, across a river, is the Great Barrens. This whole area is yours," Ankka made a circle around the map with his hand.

Durotan's heart perked at the sight of the Night Elves keeping their promise, and the land was as vast as they had promised. It's very barren, but the hard-working orcs will always make things better.

"Of course, there is also the circumstance, further east is the Mogaure steppe, where the Minotaurs live, they are a noble, sensible, peaceful race, and I am sure you will have a lot in common. They also currently have their people fighting the centaur race in the Great Barrens. ”

Ankh saw Durotan's somewhat confused expression and continued to answer his questions. "The centaur race is very aggressive, and they have no offense, and they are just as hateful as the rest of your orc clans. They are bloodthirsty and savage, and love to kill. The Frostwolf Clan can join our front to destroy the centaurs and restore peace to the barren land. ”

Durotan nodded, signaling that he understood, and then he looked at Ankka. "There's one more question ... We are currently in short supply of building materials and supplies, can the Night Elves advance a batch of support? We orcs value our promises, and we will return them to you when the situation stabilizes. ”

The elven druid laughed, "Lord Divine Venerable has thought of this situation a long time ago, so he allows you to advance all kinds of materials and necessary consumables for the early construction of the city. You can pay it back with gold, furs, or anything of value. ”

"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 demonic blood are industrious, honest and straightforward. They are willing to endure hardship, but they are also rational and peaceful.

The Little Barren Lands is now known as Durotal, where the frostwolf orcs began to establish their homes in full swing, and in the northernmost part of the region near the region of Ayshara, an orc city is slowly taking shape, and Durotan named the city after his dear friend Orgrimm--- Orgrimmar, who was only a foundation for the time being.

Soon after, a group of minotaur emissaries also came to Durontal and met Dulongtan, which was under construction, and the two sides immediately developed a great affection for each other due to some common racial styles, and a friendly ethnic diplomatic relationship was established.

Durotan expressed his willingness to send one of his Frostwolf warriors to assist the Minotaur in the war against the Centaur threat. The Minotaur immediately reciprocated, saying that they would send a team of Kodomon-based construction teams to Durotar as soon as possible to help the Orcs establish their home.

Then the scales of war in the Barren began to tilt, and the centaurs were horrified to find a new enemy suddenly appear, with a burly and strong body, the two fangs in their mouths revealing the ferocity of their master, and their brown skin matched that of any race they knew. Even more terrifying, the centaurs find that their vaunted maneuvering abilities are no longer useful.

These races called orcs rode a kind of white giant wolf and ran faster than they did. The wolf cavalry galloped across the barren land, wielding their great axes and cutting off one centaur after another. The giant wolves were equally ferocious, and even if the orcs accidentally fell off the wolf's back, the giant wolves continued to pounce on the centaurs and bite and scratch at them.

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 horn of the Frostwolf Clan finally sounded proudly again, and Durotan was in a very happy mood, and he felt that he had made the right decision. The situation is slowly getting better, and the Kalimdor Continent is really countless times more peaceful than the Eastern Kingdom Continent. With the exception of the Centaurs, who have no suspense for their enemies, the surrounding Night Elves and Minotaurs are all peace-loving races.

It's a pity, there are always some regrets... It would be nice if his son Gouyle was there, if old friends like Orgrim Doomhammer and Grom Hellroar were also ...

They can work together to rebuild a new tribe, a peaceful and sane tribe.

Suppressing the turmoil in his mind, Durotan looked up at the lilac fortress walls and gates in front of him. He had a sense of déjà vu, and then realized that this kind of fortress group was not the layout of the humans of the Eastern Kingdom. It's just that the human fortress group is a miniature version of the shrunken, and the Night Elves, a super giant fortress group known as the Great Wall of the Night, almost surround the entire Kalimdor continent.

He came to the Ashenvale Fort Defense, where there was a small town crossroads built by the Minotaurs near the fort, and trade between the two clans had to pass through the crossroads. Now there is one more orc, and the expansion of the crossroads is also on the agenda.

The orcs value promise and help in the past, and Durotan personally led the team to the land of the Night Elves with the first hunting pelts and orc spirits.

The gates of the fortress slowly opened, and the Frontier Commander Garrod Shadow Song learned the news, and he also valued this trade of special significance, so he came to Ashen Valley to greet him.

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

Durotan grinned as well, rolled over and walked up.

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

Garrod also laughed and hugged Durontan, both of whom had a great affection for each other's strong military temperament.

"Let's go, I've set up a feast in the fortress and invited you warriors of the Frostwolf Clan... Well... What did you say about the words of the Divine Venerable? Oh yes, drink and talk, haha!"