In the gloomy woods, a vigorous figure flew through the bushes, not only bringing up large fallen leaves, but also startling countless birds.

Although there is almost no such dense woodland in her hometown, Drakar is not a helpless little girl, and the reason why she is able to get along with Durotan is also due to her hunting skills that are far beyond the ordinary.

She used to be a proud hunter, but today, she is the prey.

The woodland in front of him became more and more thin, and although his running speed had increased as a result, Draka did not feel the slightest relief, but his heart tightened. This means that their whereabouts are also more likely to be discovered by pursuers.

Subconsciously, she looked at the very strong basket made of grass and wood in her arms.

A little dot covered in emerald green was staring at her with big watery eyes, and when she looked at herself, he let out a milky chuckle.

Drakar almost softened, and as she smiled lovingly, painful memories swallowed up the warmth that had surfaced in her heart like a tidal wave.

As if to see her sadness, this little green guy turned his round body, and finally grabbed the hem of her clothes, and the eyes that shone like stars can be said to be the greatest comfort.

With a bitter smile, Draka pressed the restless little creature back into the basket, and at the same time, she sprinted faster towards the plain ahead.

She's lost enough today, absolutely, absolutely can't let anyone take him away too!

As the vision suddenly widened in front of him, a clear river meandered into the distance not far away, and after a brief pause, a heartfelt smile appeared on Drakar's face. However, in that eye, there were countless struggles and sorrows.

The startled birds behind her were getting closer and closer, and she knew she had no choice, and one last glance at the slightly restless little one in the basket, she walked briskly to the river, and carefully lowered the basket into the water.

After that, she paused for a moment, gritted her teeth and pushed the basket out of the face of her wide, fluttering eyes.

Under the impact of the river, the little one accidentally fell, but instead of crying out like a normal baby, he immediately propped himself up with his hands, and looked at the orc who was gradually moving away from him, and the strong man who suddenly rushed out, much more burly than her.

"Roar!" the tomahawk almost crushed her shoulder, but Draka did not fall, and in the roar of rage, she turned around at the first time, regardless of the pain, and stabbed her short sword into the chest of the orc pursuer.

Wow!

The blood slipped quietly into the stream, staining the water and the little one's sight. The last thing Draka heard was the cries that grew farther and farther away, but more and more heartbreaking.

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"I smell it, blood!" As soon as he stepped through the Dark Gate, the Bundled Orc raised his battle axe in his hand and laughed wildly at the low roar of the wolf under his crotch. However, just as he was about to swing the rattling tomahawk and slaughter the four directions, an embarrassed fellow of the same kind in front of him caught his attention.

"Blackhan, you look stunning. The loud voice like the roar of a beast was full of mockery, and everyone looked at it in unison.

The black hand was stunned, and immediately pushed away the warlock who was bandaging his wounds, grabbed the bloodied war hammer and rushed forward.

Even though the other party's fangs almost pierced his face, Grom was not the slightest flustered, he just stared at the other party with those hungry eyes.

"It's for the tribe. Blackhan glanced at Grom's creaking roar of blood, and suppressed the shame in his heart slightly, "Not shame, but glory!"

"That's what you're going to do here!"

Seeing Blackhan retreat, Grom's eyes flashed with a moment of loss, but the next moment, his eyes lit up.

"What is going to be done? Is it to destroy this land as we destroy our homeland?!"

Anger, grief, the voice was mixed with too much, driven by these countless complex emotions, his master's eyes were filled with fine scarlet blood, and if he didn't look at the slight brown under his pale green skin, I am afraid that he would think that he was the same as those orcs who had drunk the blood of demons.

"I know Durotan's death haunts you, Orgrim. Blackhan was not angry, at least, on the surface, "but he died a well-deserved death, for his beliefs and ideals, and his death was full of glory." ”

Bullshit glory!

The words almost subconsciously spit out, but no sane orc would insult these two sacred words. Ogrim's neck was red, and he eventually swallowed it back.

"I'm not here for Durotan. He stretched out his hand to the door, "Look, this is the power you admire, the power that Gul'dan brings!"

The place he pointed at was at the foot of the Dark Gate, the ground that almost all the orcs who used the Dark Gate had not paid attention to.

A charred black, brownish-green flame burned sporadically on an equally charred bone. The bones piled up all around were Draenei, humans, and orcs. The familiar smell of sulfur permeated the air, evoking memories of the world on the other side of the door.

The air of the world was filled with this smell of destruction.

"That's the force. Orgrim glanced at everyone around him, "It's it that killed our world, and now, it's trying to eat away at the life of this new world, it's destroying our new home!"

Gul'dan thought he had control over it, but he couldn't control it, and he didn't even think to control it. ”

"And you, our Great Chief, the Great Chief of the Tribe. Orgrim walked into Blackhan, "You think you're dominating Gul'dan. ”

"Enough, Orgrim, you're starting to make me angry. The Great Chief tried his best to suppress the fire in his heart, but a manic force continued to impact his psychological defenses, making him want to immediately pick up the war hammer and smash the opponent's head.

"But the truth is, you don't, you don't have the ability. Ogrim completely ignored it, still relentlessly counting, "You stood by and watched as evil could destroy our world, and you were self-righteous. ”

"I've said enough!"

"When Gul'dan used evil magic on Mak'gora to tarnish the traditions of the orcs, so did you!" Orgrim stepped forward in the face of the rage, "Tell me, are you the great chief of the tribe?"

Bang!

The war hammer smashed the ground, and the anger in Blackhan's eyes was particularly terrifying against the bloodstains on his face: "I'll tear your tongue out, break your teeth, and let you swallow it all yourself." ”

"Come on, then. Orgrim raised his head with a smile, and without anyone noticing, a touch of cruelty flashed in the corner of his eyes, "Let me see if you have the qualifications to be a big chief!"

“Mak’gora！”