Azeroth’s Death Track

The continent of Draenor is surging, and hundreds of thousands of undead are gathering. It only takes an appropriate time, and this wave of darkness will sweep across the unsuspecting world of Azeroth. But on the other side of the portal of darkness, the eastern continent The rhythm of life has not changed much, and the residents of the human kingdom are still living their lives day after day.

There have been two major events in the human world recently, which have attracted almost everyone's attention.

The first is that the Holy Arathor Empire will hold a ceremony to establish a nation in the Arathi Highlands. All nobles in the entire alliance have been invited. It is said that in this ceremony, the last blood of Emperor Thoradin, Anduin Lothar, will become the empire The first emperor, this decision has been agreed by all the kings.

However, there is another gossip that Lothar became the emperor, which was just the result of a game between various forces, and the first emperor was only a symbolic one. Lothar made a promise in front of the most prestigious nobles in the entire alliance. , he will only stay on the throne of the emperor for a maximum of ten years, in order to ensure the smooth completion of the establishment of the system between the empire and the kingdom.

And after he abdicates, the entire human civilization will truly enter the era of equal and sacred king election. At that time, every king's king may become the co-lord of mankind, symbolizing the only emperor who honors imperial power.

Of course, what people are more interested in is the romantic news about Sir Lothar. The life of Sir Lothar is a legendary life. How he led the alliance soldiers and defeated the invading orcs in the name of marshal. It was spread in the society, and no one knew about his achievements, but Sir Lothar was still unmarried until he disappeared.

He has no heirs, which means that the blood of the holy Emperor Thoradin will be completely cut off. Before, this was just a dispensable thing. After the reconstruction, the inheritance of Emperor Thoradin's bloodline became a truly important matter.

Although Jazz himself doesn't pay much attention to this issue, but as the sword-bearer of the Emperor's Sword Stromkar, he is also the only link between the high elves and the human covenant. The excellent woman sent to his bed, and for the great nobles, being able to marry the blood of Emperor Thoradin is also a coveted honor.

Therefore, for a while, Sir Lothar, who was living in Stromgarde, received many invitations to the ball almost every day, and there were rumors of an affair between the Sir himself and a certain female nobleman in the entire alliance. In the story, the heroine's replacement frequency is even more frightening.

Compared with this story that the people love to hear and see, another major event seems not so festive.

In South Sea Town, after long and difficult negotiations, the orcs finally got the fleet and supplies they needed. Team, set foot on the merchant ship that was conscripted in front of you.

This is a huge fleet, bringing together almost all the kingdom's civilian merchant ships, and even some pirates who want to whitewash themselves. The entire sea surface of Nanhai Town is filled with an endless stream of ships, and the orcs use their own to plunder The wealth of the ship is used to pay the bill, and money has no motherland, so although the captains are full of displeasure, in their hearts, they still hope that such a good thing will happen again.

boom

Old Nazgrim, the orc warlord, threw his battle ax on the pile of weapons in front of him with a displeased face. Beside him was a non-commissioned officer with an indifferent face. After checking that the old orc had no weapons, he threw a back Throwing the rucksack to old Nazgorin, the warlord looked at the mighty team in front of him, he sighed, put the rucksack on his back, and walked towards the ship.

In the rucksack is the food needed for cross-sea travel, which is provided by the alliance officials. Naturally, the taste is not considered, and it can only satisfy the hunger. But since the chiefs have made a decision, the soldiers naturally have no complaints. Orgrim has a saying What you said is very true, not only the soldiers of the alliance are tired, but the soldiers of the tribe are also full of disgust for war when they are suffering from the torment of blood disease.

Soldiers on both sides are eager for peace, which is also an important basis for the alliance and tribe who regard both sides as enemies to reach an agreement this time.

Father, where are we going?

Behind old Nazgorin stood his son, a very young orc, but tall and full of courage like his father. Hearing his son's question, the old warlord turned his head and smiled at him:

We go to Kalimdor, it will be our new home, we don't need to fight for everything, we will start a new life there.

But these Union dogs seized our weapons.

Little Nazgrim gritted his teeth and whispered:

In case they go back on their word, we don't even have the ability to resist, and we can only be sent into the icy sea by them. I don't think we should trust these alliance dogs.

This question made old Nazgrim silent. He shook his head and patted his son on the shoulder:

Don't think about it, boy, the Chiefs made hard sacrifices to buy us a future...We can't let them down.

While the old warlord was talking to his son, behind them, some orc veterans had friction with the alliance sergeants. The veterans were unwilling to give up their weapons, while the alliance sergeants scolded them:

You butchers! The kings have kindly given you the opportunity to go to the New World. Don't even think about leaving until you lay down your arms! Stay here and die!

Who cares about your charity!

The orcs were not to be outdone, and some veterans who knew the human language retorted:

You want us to die? Just rely on you scumbags?

The emotions on both sides were very agitated. The hatred accumulated during the ten-year war was not so easy to eliminate. As the roar became more and more intense, both the orcs and humans began to move in that direction.

Old Nazgorin frowned, he sensed something was wrong.

Stay here, son, I'll go and see.

The old warlord handed the package to his son, quickly separated from the crowd, and walked up to the quarreling humans and orcs. He glared at the angry veterans and shouted:

Shut up! Which clan are you from?

The Warlord's bone medallion worn on old Nazgorin's chest sobered up the angry veterans, who replied:

We are from the Thunder King clan.

Then you should know that Dranosh Saurfang, the son of your hero Varok Saurfang, is staying in Lordaeron as a hostage at this moment, and Garrosh, the son of our warsong chieftain, is also staying There! They exchanged their own safety for peace!

The old warlord yelled:

Even the young cubs have made noble sacrifices for the future of the orcs. Are you old soldiers confused? To fight? To continue the war? To throw away everything we have sacrificed in exchange for it? Stupid! Your hearts Is there any glory left?

This remark was uttered with anger, forcing the excited orcs to calm down. A silence and oppressive atmosphere enveloped the orcs. The veteran who took the lead in provoking troubles gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and put the tomahawk in his hand. Throwing it on the pile of weapons, the other orcs also threw away the weapons in their hands.

Old Nazgrim turned his head again, looked at the guarded Union sergeant, and said in a deep voice:

No one wants to break the hard-won peace, humans, let your soldiers stand down, the orcs of the new tribe have regained their glory.

The human sergeant who had drawn out his long sword looked at old Nazgorin. After a while, he waved his hand, and the equally excited human soldiers retreated, and the order of the port returned to the faint tension.

Take care of your subordinates, orc.

The human sergeant whispered to old Nazgorin:

Your chiefs are under pressure, kings are under no less pressure than your chiefs, and not all of us desire peace...and I know that one day, you and I, will step into battle again ...At that time, I would mercilessly chop off your head, but now...not now.

Are you sure you can beat me?

The old warlord glanced at the human sergeant. The human sergeant was also waiting for him. This guy also exuded the air of a veteran. Facing Nazgorin's question, the human sergeant smiled disdainfully and patted his waist long sword, said in a deep voice:

In the battle on the Burning Plains, I beheaded 14 orcs, and one of them was an Overseer just like you.

it's a pity!

Old Nazgorin shrugged:

I was still in Draenor at that time, and I hadn't fought you on the battlefield. You looked like a very capable guy.

The human sergeant snorted and stopped talking. There was a sense of relief in his eyes. This was the last batch of orcs who were about to be sent to Kalimdor. In the past half month, all the orcs in the entire eastern continent Under the orders of the chiefs, they headed towards Booty Bay and South Sea Town in Stranglethorn Vale. According to the agreement between orcs and humans, there will be no orcs in the eastern continent in the future.

Except for the sons of the chiefs who stayed in the Arathor Empire as hostages, this is the last requirement added by the human kings to prevent the orcs from harboring evil intentions. This requirement is undoubtedly a shame for the orc chiefs Well, orcs who can't even protect their own children will be despised in traditional society.

Orgrim and Drek'Thar spent a lot of energy persuading the chiefs, the great shaman even decided to stay in the human empire to ensure the safety of the protons, and the sons of the chiefs also showed great fearlessness In the end, in the royal court of Lordaeron, the chiefs and kings of the four clans signed an agreement, and peace really came.

But both sides are very clear that peace does not mean the elimination of hatred. Maybe the endless sea is wide enough to accommodate and completely fill up this hatred, but maybe it only takes a small spark to completely wipe out the fragile agreement that the two sides have desperately maintained. burnt.

Hey!

After the last orc entered the cabin, old Nazgorin led his son towards the pier. Behind him, the human sergeant suddenly stopped him.

The old warlord turned his head, and saw the human sergeant picked up a battle ax from the pile of weapons beside him, and threw it to him. Old Nazgrim took it in his hand, and he looked at the human suspiciously. He took a breath and said to him:

I can actually understand the thoughts of those veterans. For soldiers, letting go of their weapons means death. We have made sacrifices, and you are the same. Although you are still hating each other, maybe this is a good start. I hope Good luck on your journey, and may we never see each other on the battlefield.

There was a smile on the corner of Old Nazgorin's mouth, he nodded, put the battle ax behind his back, then stretched out his fist, and thumped on his chest:

If there is such a day, I will spare your life, human, my name is Nazgrim! Remember my name, if you are besieged by orcs, maybe this name can save your life.

The human sergeant sneered:

It's not certain who will let who go by then.

He pursed his lips and waved to Nazgorin and his son:

Colonel of the Fourth Army of Lordaeron, Vimere Pastine, you should go! Goodbye...no, never again.

In the dusk of the hills of Hillsbrad, the huge merchant ship set sail amidst the clanging of the nautical clocks. The sun shone on those white sails, reflecting a bright halo. Next, the orcs will go to the wild land to start a new life, and their grievances with the Eastern Continent are forcibly severed at this moment.

Those memories of hatred, killing, and blood will become a common nightmare in the hearts of humans and beasts. People who love peace, no one wants to open it again.

The drunken human sailors threw the rum in their hands to the orcs on the deck, and the orcs gathered together looked at the vast expanse of waves in front of them, and some sensitive guys sang the songs of the clan era, At first it was a ship singing, and finally the entire fleet was enveloped in that desolate singing.

The shamans summoned the wind to make the ships sail faster, while the human soldiers stood on the empty pier, watching the biggest enemy of the past ten years leave this continent, in the smelly world In the sea breeze, they watched the fleet disappear below the horizon, and some soldiers began to shout, and soon, more cheers sounded on the port of Nanhai Town, and some people burst into tears.

The war is over...peace, peace has come at last.