When Lexa first arrived in Orgrimmar, the city was still under construction, and it was full of orcs busy building houses and sweeping the aisles, happily building the wastelands of Kalimdor into their homes.

Now, everything has been completed, but busy orcs can still be seen everywhere, their figures rushing for a living. Although Lexa rarely uses the word "civilized," he is genuinely pleased with what he sees. Since coming into this world, he has seen that his mother's people have either been used as tools of labor by Gul'dan's spell, or they have been enslaved and bullied by humans. If orcs want to survive in this world, they must have their own civilization.

Orgrimmar is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and on the fourth is a huge stone wall. Outside the stone wall is a row of tall logs, the only notch being an open wooden gate and two wooden watchtowers. The stone walls were topped with more logs, the tips sharpened like awls, and the sight of those who tried to break through the gates shuddered. The scarlet banner of the orc tribe hangs from two towers and some logs.

Lexa guessed that even the bravest warriors in the world would be intimidated by the sight of this formation.

One of the guards pointed at Lexa with a spear in his hand: "Who is going into the city?"

"I am Lexa, the last of Mokonasar's people. I brought the wounded Bylock to see Sal. He had urgent information to report to Sal. ”

The guard frowned and looked up at the watchtower. The warrior standing in the tower shouted, "It's all right, I remember this man - and his bear." His wolf-headed mask is known to all. He was a friend of Chief Sal and let him in. "Lexa has a wolf skull on his head, and the wolf he killed with his own hands. This mask not only protects the head, but also scares the enemy.

The guards stepped aside and let Lexa, Misha, and Byroc on Misha's back enter Orgrimmar.

The orc city was built in a canyon, with a traditional hexagonal frame that occupies every corner of the canyon, even the recessed part. Lexa walked through the gates of the Valley of Honor towards the Valley of Wisdom. Sal's throne room was there. Looking at the qiē in front of him, Lexa was mixed with joy and sorrow. Happily, in just three years, the orcs have achieved so much; Sadly, this is just one of many similar cities.

Halfway through, Lexar saw a familiar figure. A medium-sized orc - Nazegar, Thrall's Minister of Security. He was followed by four guards.

Out of politeness, Lexa took off his wolf-head mask, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Nazegarh. Ahh Oh, I swore to Thrall that I would not watch this brave warrior die in the grass. ”

Nazegarh nodded, "We'll come out and escort you to him—Sal has summoned Samon to heal Bylock's wounds." We'll take Misha's weight off of it. Nazegar made a gesture, and two soldiers immediately came over and lowered Bylock from Misha's back. At first, Misha roared hostilely, but when she looked up at Lexa, she was silent.

They walked through a winding corridor to a hexagonal building in the innermost part of the Valley of Wisdom. Thrall was waiting for him in the throne room. Lexa found it almost as cold as the Frostblade Stone. Thrall sat on the throne. The elderly shaman, Carlser, stood on the edge of the throne, and an orc unknown to Lexa stood on the other. The guards placed Bylock on the floor in front of the throne. Carlser walked over to Bylock's side and crouched down.

Lexa shuddered and greeted the chief, "Thank you for your welcome, chief of the orc tribe. ”

Thrall smiled, "I'm glad to see you again, my friend—I thought I would have to wait until my people were beaten to death before I could see you in Orgrimmar." ”

"I don't like city life, Chief—you know. ”

Indeed, it is. But once again, you've done us a great favor. Sal looked at Saman, "How is he?"

"He survived - he was so strong. He wanted to talk. ”

"Is he okay?" Sal asked.

Karlser snorted, "I'm afraid not, but I think if he allows me to give him some treatment." Maybe that's fine. ”

The elderly shaman let out a long sigh and gestured to Nazegar's guards, helping Bylock to sit down.

Bylock breathlessly recounted what had happened to him. Lexa didn't know anything about the Fireblade Clan, but apparently everyone else knew—like an ancient orc tribe.

"It's definitely not the same thing. The orc Lexa didn't know said.

"But it seems unlikely, Berks," said Sal, "if they all have the same mark—"

Berks shook his head: "Maybe it's just a coincidence, but I still don't believe it." On top of that, I've been hearing rumors that a human tribe called the Fireblade Clan has also been formed in Theramore. It may be that some of them have turned our people into slaves, stamped them and used them as tools. ”

Nagzel nodded, "I've heard rumors like this, Chief. ”

"Honorable Chief. "I must heal Bylock, who is not badly wounded, and now I will take him away from this cold and panic-stricken throne for healing." ”

"Okay. Sal nodded. Follow the instructions of the old Samman. The guards carried Bylock out of the throne room.

Thrall stood up from the throne and began pacing, "How much do you know about this Fireblade Clan, Nazegar?"

Nazegarh shrugged, "Very few - humans always gather in the room to discuss this. ”

Burks scoffed, "Sitting and chatting is what humans do best. ”

"But if they surround Durontar's borders and attack the orcs at once," Nazegar interjected, "they will be much more powerful than we thought." ”

"So we have to deal with it. "It's only a matter of time before humanity attacks us. ”

Lexa felt that this idea was too extreme: "Are you going to curse the entire race just because of the actions of six people?"

"That's what they thought in their hearts," called Berks, "unless these six men stole our woods and stood by and watched our merchants get attacked, there were definitely more than six of them." ”

Thrall looked at Burks, "Theramore is our ally, Berks. Gianna wasn't going to sit idly by. ”

"But she may not be able to control that much," Nazegar said, "and despite her power, despite her great respect, she is just a woman." ”

Lexa's memory of Gianna was the only noble human he had ever seen. When she was faced with the question of whether to help her father, her biological father, or keep her promise to an orc, she chose the latter. It was her choice that saved the unfinished Durotar from destruction. "Queen Prodmore," Lexa said, "is always on the side of justice. ”

Burks shook his head, "Your confidence is impressive, Mokonasar, but in the wrong place. Do you really think that a woman can change the evil nature of human beings that has not changed for decades? They attack us, they kill us, and they enslave us! Do you really think that this can be changed just because of a few words a person has said?"

"But the words of one man changed the orcs," said Lexa, "and that man is now standing before you as a chieftain, do you even doubt him?"

Burks was speechless: "Of course I don't dare, but—"

Apparently, Saar has already made his decision. He sat back on his throne and decisively interrupted Burks. "I know what Gianna can do, I know her heart. She will never betray us. If there were such poisonous snakes in her country, the orc tribes and the mages of the continent would join forces to eradicate them. Once she's settled the Thunder Lizard, I'll talk to her about the Fireblade Clan. Thrall turned to stare at Berks, "We must not break our promise, understand?"

"Yes, Chief. (To be continued.) )