Lin Yue followed them for a long time, but in the end he didn't make a move, and slowly retreated. It wasn't that he didn't want them to get the scepter, but he suddenly had another plan in mind. Vaguely, Lin Yue seemed to be able to guess some of them, but he didn't understand, so he needed to let Fenreth get what they wanted, and then follow them himself.

He wanted to know who was behind them.

"Did you get it?"

Fenreth slipped off the dragon's back, his feet firmly on the shattered earth. The Bloodseeker spotted him and ran in this direction. When the orcs returned to the continent once again, the dragons were already waiting for them, and the Black Dragon Gate quickly brought them back to the Cursed Lands, to the Blood Fiends and the others.

"Yes, we got it. Fenreth affirmed, holding aloft the long, narrow, cloth-wrapped scepter. He handed the Scepter of Sargeras to the Blood Fiend, glad that he was finally able to get rid of it. "What are we supposed to do now?"

"Now we're going to hurry back through the Dark Door. The Bloodfiend replied. His hands gripped the enveloped scepter protectively, and Fenreth held back the shiver. "Our mission here is accomplished. Azeroth is no longer important to us. Now we can get rid of those humans and their allies. ”

Fenreth was about to ask some detailed questions, but suddenly there was a rumble of [,w+ww. that stopped him. He looked up and saw that the orcs were guiding several large wagons into the valley. He remembered the conversation in the Blackstone Mountains and knew that it was the cargo that Deathwing had asked them to bring to Draenor. At leisure. He had thought that there would be something important that would make the Black Dragons have to transport them to another world. But he told himself that it was best never to know.

The other orc seemed to be more curious than Fenris. He began to walk towards a wagon. But before Fenreth could stop him, a black figure swooped down from the sky. The orc screamed and fell to the ground, covering his face with his hands. From between his fingers, blood continued to drip down.

"Go back!" Fenreth roared. "Get away from those vans!"

The black dragons who had just returned with the orcs now flew into the sky to defend their cargo. Some of them couldn't wait for the riders to land before they could get up there.

"Bloodseeker!" Fenreth remembered the owner of the voice, and there was no one else but Warsong Chieftain. Grom Hellroar and his forces had been harassing the Union forces stationed at Fort Watch, and he had just returned. Although he is still some distance from here. But his voice could be heard clearly by all. "Did you bring these creatures?"

"Yes!" Bloodseeker replied, even though he didn't raise his voice, Grom could hear him clearly. "The Black Dragons are our new allies!"

The claws of a low-flying black dragon nearly touched Grom, so Warsong Chief hurriedly crouched down to dodge. He frowned and shouted, "Ally, do something to your winged friends lest they cause chaos or kill us all!"

The Death Knight looked at the black dragons, studied them for a moment, and finally nodded. "Deathwing!" I promise you. I'll protect those wagons and their cargo! Please let your black dragons retreat to the edge of the valley!"

All the black dragons began to fly to the side, and Fenreth couldn't tell the king of the black dragons. After a few moments, the black dragons began to hover and find a place to roost on the cliffs at the edge of the valley.

"Much better. Grom muttered as he walked toward the group. He and Fenreth nodded at each other, and the two had always had a good relationship. Fenreth considered Grom to be the most competent of all the chieftains of the tribe and an excellent warrior.

"Did you get what you need?" Grom asked the two of them.

"Got it. The Bloodfiend replied, and he didn't say anything more. Grom looked at the vans.

"What's that?" Grom asked.

"Cargo," the Bloodfiend replied briefly. Each wagon is made of thick wood, with high sidebars, completely covered by a thick layer of tarpaulin. Judging by the distance it was covered, Fenreth concluded that the wagons were full, but he did not know the other details.

"I thought all we had to do was get the artifacts. Grom said.

"Plans can't keep up with change. The Death Knight replied. "Don't worry too much. He used some kind of magic to amplify his voice, and in an instant his voice echoed throughout the valley. "I'll protect the trucks myself, and if anyone dares to interfere with them or wants to get a glimpse of what's going on, they'll have to get past me first. Several orcs were stunned, and they looked up. Two orcs who were close to the back of the wagon hurried back when they heard this.

Fenreth shrugged. He accomplished his task. If the Bloodfiend wanted to play any tricks, it was between him and Naozu. "How long will it take us to leave?" He asked.

"I need a part of your clan to stay here and continue to defend the Dark Gate. You and the rest of the clan can go back now if you want. The Bloodseeker replied. "Taga, you too, I need some bone-chewing orcs. ”

Fenreth frowned, but nodded. He had hoped that all the members of his clan would be able to return, but he understood the Bloodfiend's decision.

"What about us?" Grom asked, but Fenreth walked away. Now, he didn't care about the instructions given to Warsong. He waved his lieutenant, Margrim Thunder Fist, and together the two chose twelve orcs who would remain at Margrim's beheels. Those orcs didn't protest, they were Thunder King orcs, and the tribe had a request, and they answered.

"Go to the portal!" The other Thunder Orcs made their way through the valley to the tall New Dark Gate. In front of them were the covered wagons. Fenreth could see several of the Death Knights who had been tasked with guarding the borders of the Vale, and they were now walking next to the vans, and the Bloodfiends were there.

In the distance, Taga was shouting at his bone-chewing orcs, trying to get them right. And the ogres were also yelling, and one of the ogres shouted excitedly, "I can't crush you!"

Based on what Fenreth had just heard from the orcs, the entire Warsong clan would remain here. The Dark Gate will be well defended. Fenris had thought about staying here, but another thought in his head told him that he was tired now, and that he missed his hometown. Perhaps, in the near future, he will bring his orcs to help his companions who are guarding here.

Fenreth walked briskly up the slope, facing the Dark Portal. The constant surge of energy in the portal still made Fenreth nervous. With such a small thing, he could walk around the portal lightly, and the portal was not as wide as the stone frame around it, and it could connect two completely different worlds. He had also thought that maybe one day the portal would stop working, or collapse, and tear anyone who passed through him to pieces. The thought made him pick up speed, and he ran through the door. There was a strange whistling sound in Fenres's ears, and he had felt the same way when he left Draenor, as if his body had been suddenly moved a long distance. A cold stream ran through his skin, and a fleeting light flashed before his eyes. After that, he saw the familiar, red Draenor sky again. Fenreth sighed in relaxation and left the Dark Gate, then stopped and waited for his clan to assemble.

After him, he saw some other clans lined up, and the Bloodfiend had already left with the wagons. Fenreth had endured these intrigues long enough. Now, he has completed the task assigned to him by the Blood Fiend.

Before Neozu gives them new instructions, the Orcs of the Thunder King can finally go home and rest