Special Chapter 54: The Orc's Way Home

Outlands, Nagrand Savannah.

The Maghan orcs of Galadar have been very excited lately, and they have finally welcomed the tribe. Although this tribe is no longer the same tribe it used to be, it is a joy to see the return of its compatriots who have gone on expeditions to other worlds.

The Maghan clan is not strictly a native clan, this clan is made up of the old, weak, sick, or wounded soldiers of the other orc clans. They could no longer accept the intensity of fighting, so on the eve of the expedition, the old tribes concentrated all of their clans in Nagrand.

They founded the town called Galadar and lived peacefully here, waiting for the triumph of the old horde until the arrival of the Burning Legion.

Grandmother Gaiaan, the spiritual leader of the Maghan clan.

She hails from the Frostwolf Clan in the Frostfire Ridge, and with her unparalleled patience and wisdom, she has become the spiritual pillar of the entire Galadar.

It is no exaggeration to say that every orc in the Maghan clan has been carefully cared for by Grandmother Gaiaan.

Therefore, although the orcs of the Maghan clan come from all over the world and once belonged to different clans, their cohesion at the moment can be said to be one of the best.

They all fought for the glory of Maghan.

In the small square in the middle of the town of Galadar, King Sarufar sat quietly on the ground like a child, talking to Grandmother Gaia, who was sitting in a soft chair under a large tree.

"Grand Chief Sal and Old Chief Durotan will soon arrive, and Old Chief Durotan will be overjoyed to hear that you are still alive, and I have seen that old Chief Dulongtan for the first time. ”

Grandmother Gaia nodded kindly, a look of remembrance on her face.

"Durotan and Draka already have children... It's so fast ... I still remember Durotan running around in the snow on Frost Fire Ridge with his bare butt as a child, and his whole ass was frozen into ice. ”

King Sarufar raised his forehead in embarrassment, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh, indicating that he had endured so hard.

"His son Thrall, who must also be a wise and good chief, suffered a defeat in that world, and although I agree that it was a wrong war, it still suffered you. ”

Sarufar nodded immediately, "It can be regarded as a blessing in disguise, the current tribe has no Gul'dan, no evil power and the fall of demon blood, and the orcs have regained their former glory and nobility." Come back with us this time, you will be better cared for in Azeroth, and you will be blessed with good fortune. ”

"There's no rush to this. ”

Grandmother Gaia smiled kindly and looked at Sarufar.

On the border between the Nagrand steppes and the Zangar marshes, a large tribal army is rapidly advancing towards Galadar.

Flags fluttered wildly in the ranks, and countless red tribal banners turned this elite army into a sea of blood red.

The elite guards of Kukaron sit firmly on the backs of the galloping wolves, alert for any foes that may arise.

This army has slain at least three demons from the Forge Camp along the way, despite the fact that they are numerous and powerful.

But the strength of this tribal elite is stronger.

Durotan still rode his beloved giant she-she-frost wolf, Snow Song, and his wife, Draka, rode a frost wolf that was a little smaller, and followed her husband closely.

Thrall's side was much more corrupt, and he was riding on the back of a wolf with the human woman Taresa in his arms. Although Talesa had lived in Orgrimmar for a long time, she had not yet learned to ride this orc's wild wolf.

"Is this your hometown, Sal, and the scenery is beautiful!" Talesa's personality has changed greatly from when she was first rescued.

After all, if a person has lived in an orc society for a long time, he will naturally be infected with the bold and straightforward character of some orcs.

Thrall's relationship with Taresa has long been decided, but Taresa is a very self-aware woman, and she understands that she can't be Thrall's wife, and the wife of the tribe's great chief can only be an orc.

So Taresa is so satisfied with her current life that she is happy to be the orc's lover. She thinks that Thrall is countless times more noble than the disgusting, hateful, and filthy nobles, and that the real monsters are the human nobles who play with them.

Thrall is different, and beneath his rugged orc exterior is a gentle and wise heart. He is a very gifted and powerful shaman, but he is also humble and courteous, and he treats everyone around him with great sincerity.

Only such a person can be accepted by all the races of the tribe and become their only great chief.

"Haha, Taresa, welcome to the homeland of the orcs, we frostwolf orcs usually live in Frostfire Ridge, and only when summer comes, we will come to warm Nagrand. I can't miss everything here. ”

Durotan laughed out loud and explained aloud to his son's lover.

For Taresha, Durotan is extremely grateful. This human woman, who had given too much for her son back then, had no reason not to respect her.

And in those days of sharing weal and sorrow and comforting each other, no one would believe Sal and Taresa to say that there was no affection.

Although Thrall, as the Great Chieftain, could not have made Taresa his wife, the orcs also revered the tradition of monogamy. But Durotan did not object to the matter.

Because of the severity of the orcs, Taresa is a warrior worthy of admiration and respect.

Warriors and glory are not just heroes who kill their enemies on the battlefield, a weak woman who knows that she is going to die, and is willing to steal the key to escape for Thrall to help him escape, is in itself another act of warrior and noble glory.

Although in the end, Thrall's rescue due to the Titan Divine Venerable's rescue and the key to escape did not come in handy, it did not affect the orcs' respect for Talesa in the slightest.

Whether you succeed or not is one thing, what you do or not is the most important thing.

Galadar was already in sight, and at the gates of the town, King Sarufar was already waiting to greet him with his troops and the orcs of Maghan.

Garrosh quietly watched as the majestic elite army of the tribe galloped from afar, his fists clenched and trembling with excitement.

That's right, this is an invincible tribal army!

I will also become one of them, and I will give everything I have for the prosperity and strength of the tribe!

Durotan and Thrall turned over and dismounted from the wolf, and King Sarufar immediately met them.

"Great Chief, Old Chief, Grandmother Gaia is already waiting for you inside, you ... ”

Before Sarufar could finish speaking, Durotan rushed in with his wife, Draka, and cried out like a delighted child.

Thrall walked up to Garrosh and gave him a chest-beating salute.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Hellroaring Child. ”

Seeing Garrosh's strange expression, Salton thought of Sarufar's report to himself.

Patting him on the broad shoulder, Sal had a smile on his face.

"Don't be angry with your father, I'll show you some images of your father in a few days, how he fulfilled his mission to avenge the orcs in the Demon Slayer Canyon, and how he personally defeated the Abyss Lord Manolos. ”

"Your father is a hero, Garrosh, whether he is born or becomes a Death Knight. ”

Sal had a very contagious affinity, and after Garrosh heard this, the strange look on his face immediately subsided a lot, and he nodded at Sal.

"Thank you, Grand Chief Sal, and while I haven't seen your abilities yet, I at least know that you are a venerable Great Chief. ”

Listening to Garrosh's straightforward reply, Sall suddenly looked laughing and crying.

This little hell roar, whether in terms of personality or thinking, is really a qualified orc.

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