Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 563 21. The Righteous Wasteland Reclamation Group (Part 1)

The time is pushed back to 1 hour ago.

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The blue light curtain shone in the cold weather of the Borean tundra. On the edge of the new city of the Draenei, a teleportation node was activated. Point of tearing.

It's so cold.

The first one to walk out of the gate was Thrall with a one-handed warhammer and a shield. As soon as the young warlord stepped out of the portal, he felt the climate in Northrend that did not welcome strangers, and the cold wind beat him mercilessly. Even though he had put on clothes to keep out the cold, the wind still penetrated into his armor from every corner.

And as a shaman, when he stepped into this land, Thrall felt that the elements here were abnormally active. Compared with other places in the world, the elements here were even more active to the point of crazy.

This is obviously not normal.

Orc!

And the moment they saw Thrall walk out of the portal, the draenei defenders guarding the edge of the portal grabbed their weapons. Compared with the hatred between humans and orcs, the grievances between draenei and orcs are already considered In the true sense of the bloody feud, it is the two races that have lasted for hundreds of years to conquer each other. In the turmoil of the Draenor world, the Draenei were almost killed by the violent orcs. The cities they established in that world were all destroyed by the orcs.

In fact, if Grand Vindicator Maraad hadn't retained his sanity, the Vindicators here would have rushed forward with their weapons to give Thrall a good time.

Although Thrall, who was born and raised in the new world, has nothing to do with those hatreds and wars, but his race has been resolved, and he has to bear these... these heavy things since he was born.

And the unabashed hostility of the draenei people was also keenly felt by Thrall, and his left hand held the warhammer at his waist.

Well, this place... doesn't look very welcoming to me.

Calm down, Draenei friends!

Then everyone who walked out of the portal saw the tense scene in front of them. The Archmage Modera, who had been sent by Dalaran to assist the Draenei in surveying the terrain, took a step forward and looked at their big defense indifferently. Official said:

This orc is kind, and he is also one of the members of this operation. The elemental spells he masters can help us quickly travel through the snow.

The Draenei are willing to help the Human Empire, because you have helped us.

Maraad glanced at Thrall, and he set his eyes on the human friends in front of him. He said:

But you didn't inform us in advance, and orcs will join this operation. You should know about the... grievances between the draenei and the orcs.

Can you put your grievances aside for a while?

Tenred Proudmoore, who was equipped with two swords, interrupted the dispute between Modera and Maraad impatiently with the typical impatience of young people. He looked around the surrounding terrain and said in a deep voice. :

Where is my sister? That's all I care about now!

Lady Jaina is at the port. We have prepared ships for you to quickly cross the frozen sea between the Borean Tundra and Keelwild.

Maraad was also a master who knew the general situation. He took one last look at Thrall, turned around, and motioned for the defenders to back away.

But only this time, the city of the draenei will never welcome orcs again, especially...the bastards and liars of the Frostwolf clan!

This obvious hostility made Thrall's face change slightly. He wanted to say something, but was stopped by Vol'jin who was holding his kukri. As a loa priest who was about to be promoted to a shadow hunter, the young Vol'jin could not Even if you look back, you can feel the energy reverberating around this place, and the attack direction of those energies is obviously aimed at them.

follow me!

The grand garrison held the purple crystal warhammer on his back and walked forward quickly. A few minutes later, they arrived at the port of the Draenei. The port they designed is beautiful and generous, even more atmospheric than the port of Boralus in Kul Tiras.

Of course, the area and efficiency of the two are not the same.

On the pier of the port, a sailing ship decorated with jewels is mooring in the blue water mixed with ice floes. There are some special devices on the ship, which seem to be the technology used by the Draenei people. On the deck of the ship, a lady with a dark hood, a blue and white robe, and a staff in her hand, turned her head after hearing the movement, her beautiful face was full of anxiety.

The long golden hair mixed with white was fluttering in the wind. She waved to everyone on the bank and shouted loudly:

Come on! We have no time to waste.

Elite fighters from several human kingdoms and Dalaran quickly jumped onto the ship. The team of more than 30 people was distributed on the deck, and the last person to board the ship was a bit surprising. The garrison officer on board said something, and then walked onto the deck along the ship's plank, which surprised Archmage Modera. She raised her eyebrows and asked:

This is? Are you coming with us too?

This is the request of the Prophet.

The brave Draenei warrior tilted his neck unnaturally, and his eyes wandered from time to time on Thrall:

We have experience in exploring Dragonbone Wilderness. You also need a guide. Most importantly, I am ordered to protect you... That's it.

boom

The Draenei sailors activated the switch on the ship. After a buzzing sound, the underwater propellers started to operate quickly. Under the skillful operation of the sailors, the ship crossed the coastal ice floes at an extremely fast speed. In the frozen fog, he rushed towards the Dragonbone Wilderness.

We will land at the Tuskarr's port, which is nearly a hundred kilometers away from the place where the dark magic power floats. If we go in a straight line, it may take several hours of rapid march.

The Grand Defense Officer spread out a simple map and placed it on the table in front of everyone. His fingers clicked on two positions on the map:

This road is the closest, but it is also risky. Nerubians built a dark kingdom underground. There is an exit on this road. Although most of Azjol-Nerub was destroyed by the natural undead, the activities of the nerubians have been very slow. It is rare, but the interference of those underground people still cannot be ruled out, they are very difficult to deal with.

Why not go overland?

Tenred leaned against his sister, looked at the map, and asked in a low voice:

The time to travel by land should be shorter.

Because the Nerubians moved from underground to the northeast of the Borean Tundra after being defeated by the undead, where there is an aboveground city for them. The road leading to Dragonbone Wilderness from the ground has been blocked by the Nerubians.

The big garrison officer said with an unlucky face:

First there were nerubians, then demons, and the undead were also trying to enter the North Wind Plain. The peaceful time lasted less than three years, which is really frustrating.

I can communicate with the elemental spirits and let us travel quickly on the snow.

Thrall's voice sounded from behind everyone, Jaina turned her head and smiled at the young orc:

Thank you, Thrall, I never thought that you could do what you are doing for Alsace.

It's for peace.

Thrall shook his head, he glanced at the cold-faced Maraad, and said:

Besides, Arthas is my friend. When we were in Lordaeron, we were under his care, and we fought side by side together.

Huh, friend?

As soon as the orc's words fell, the chief garrison officer snorted coldly, smashed the drawing pen in his hand on the table, turned and left, this action made the people around look at each other, and the conversation fell silent.

The big garrison officer walked to the edge of the ship, he looked at the sea blocked by the white freezing fog, some inexplicable emotions shone in his light blue eyes, he was not such a person on weekdays, but Thrall in this The critical moment appeared, and the anger suppressed in his heart could no longer be maintained.

In other words, he didn't mean to target Thrall, but the Frostwolf emblem on Thrall's armor and his Durotan-like face reminded him of those terrible pasts.

You hate me, I can feel it.

A deep voice sounded behind the Grand Vindicator, Maraad suddenly turned around, and saw the young orc standing behind him, the latter was looking at him with his own eyes, there was not much resentment in those eyes, more Mostly curious.

Is it my clan or my looks that offend you? Why? Can you tell me?

You should go back and ask your father, orc, to tell you about the blood on their hands. We welcome your fathers with kindness, but what about them?

Maraad clenched his fists tightly, and amidst the intertwining sounds of bone fingers and steel, he looked at the young orc viciously:

They responded to us with deceit and war! Damn you all! Damn the orcs! Especially the bastards of the Frostwolf clan!

I don't understand this!

Facing the sudden outburst of anger from the Grand Vindicator, Thrall subconsciously took a step back, but he still gritted his teeth and said:

I was born in Azeroth. I haven't seen my parents since I was born. When I was 12 years old, I found my people. No one told me what they did in the past. You look like Someone who knows, can you tell me?

Um?

Maraad narrowed his eyes:

Durotan is your father, I can see that liar from your face, but he died? How did he die? Forget it...it doesn't matter, I can only say, good death!

enough!

Thrall stepped forward, his fists clenched, and he shouted:

You are not allowed to insult my father! Draenei!

You thought your father was a hero?

Maraad looked at Thrall mockingly:

You want to know what that bastard did in the past? Well, I'll tell you, and I hope you won't be ashamed to have his blood running in your veins...

35 years ago, the war between the orcs and the draenei had not yet begun, but we had already noticed the changes within the orcs. Under the instruction of the prophet, we began to strengthen our internal defenses...my sister and I At that time, it was in Tymor, a small city close to the Nagrand Grassland, which was the border city of the Draenei, and we used holy objects to hide the location of the city to avoid friction with the orcs.

The big garrison officer squinted his eyes, looked at the sea, and told the story of the year to the young orc:

But one day, two young orcs, as old as you, got lost, were chased by a pack of vicious ogres, and wounded accidentally fell outside the city defenses of Tymor, my people Saved them, because in Draenei culture, we can't do nothing, do you know who they are?

Maraad looked back at Thrall, and he said word by word:

Drotan and Orgrim, familiar? Your father, and the war lunatic who invaded this world, we rescued them and left them in the city for a few days to recuperate. Our children played with them, and even became Friends, but before we knew it, those two cunning bastards got their hands on the blind spots of the city's defensive relics.

We sent them away and gave them enough food and supplies. How did they repay our life-saving grace? Thrall... Hehe, slave in human language, this name is very suitable for you, you are replacing Your father atones, maybe.

What did they do?

Thrall's complexion turned ugly. He had already guessed the end of the story, but he wanted to hear it with his own ears. Under his questioning, Maraad closed his eyes in pain, and he whispered:

They attracted the army of black hands, those violent orcs who drank the blood of demons. I saw with my own eyes that the two bastards led the orcs into the blind area of ​​the city defense. At that moment, they were hidden in the holy object shelter. The city below was thus exposed to the bloodthirsty monsters, and in just one day and one night, Tymor... was destroyed, along with the 130,000 draenei in it.

The big garrison officer slammed his fist hard on the black side of the ship, and his voice became deeper and deeper.

When I returned from Shattrath City, what did I see? My city was on fire, and in the ruins, the broken bodies of my people, my compatriots, those innocent children...and me sister, my only relative.

From that day on, I swear, I will avenge all the dead draenei! I will avenge the spirits of all my compatriots in heaven! No one can take away my compatriots...the only ones I have left Relatives,

Maraad looked back at Thrall, his eyes were bloodshot, he looked at the young orc, seeing the pain and despair shining in his eyes, the Grand Vindicator suddenly felt a sense of revenge at this moment Happy, though, he shouldn't have done it.

You think your father is a hero? No, he's just a butcher, no different from those orc butchers who deserve to go to hell. Do you think I shouldn't hate you? Thrall, tell me, you think the blood flowing in your body Is it noble?

Facing Maraad's weeping questioning, Thrall staggered back. The image of the great and noble father that the elder Drek'Thar had described to him collapsed at this moment. Ladd would lie to him, and besides, there was still a party to this matter.

I...I'll go to Warchief Orgrim and ask for clarification.

Under Maraad's gaze, Thrall said with difficulty: I will find out, if this is true...if this is true...I will, I will repay my father...

unnecessary!

The Grand Vindicator closed his eyes and walked towards the cabin. At the end of his line of sight, the coast of Keel Wilderness was already in sight.

We don't need your atonement, no one will accept your atonement, orcs, my eyes are red with the blood of 130,000 compatriots, I will never trust you again, never try to wash away your wounded blood, that is Sins that can never be washed clean!

You group of...sinners!

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