Azeroth’s Death Track

Under the protection of four frigates, the battleship Jackdaw slowly docked at the pier in Durotar's Bladefist Bay.

The main battleship of Kul Tiras did not come as a war carrier this time. Although General Tandred Proudmoore, who led the escort team, had a lot of hostility towards the orcs who were also vigilant on the pier, as a A member of the royal family, he still retains a sliver of sanity.

On the deck, the Patriarch of the Blightcaller and the Archbishop of the Empire were ready to disembark, and General Tenred also changed into a suit to follow. Just before stepping down the hanging ladder, Tenred said to the heavily armed chief mate behind him :

Colonel Taylor, it's up to you to take over the fleet now, beware of those green scum... don't let them approach our ship!

Yes, General.

Captain Taylor from Stormwind City gave a solemn military salute, and said in a deep voice:

Don't worry, General, I will protect the way for you to evacuate!

Um

After getting an affirmative answer, Tenred held the saber at his waist, led a landing team, and escorted several envoys to the orc's pier. A team of envoys, the young general couldn't help but put his hand on the musket at his waist.

This movement was noticed by the Archbishop of Chaldea standing at the forefront, who whispered to Tenred:

Relax, Lord Tenred, we are messengers, no one will attack us here.

Those are orcs, mad greenskins, archbishop.

Tandred snorted, staring at the orcs walking slowly in front of him with sharp eyes like a knife, he said softly:

Who knows what these war lunatics will do... I don't forget how they slaughtered our countrymen.

However, as the orc envoys approached, Tenred's hostility suddenly dissipated, because he saw an acquaintance in the opposite orc team, the young orc warlord Thrall, who had been with him in Northrend. Fight against Tyrion. Blade of Dawn together, and rescue Alsace's comrades together.

The relationship between people who have been on the battlefield together is naturally very different, and Thrall also saw Tenred in the human team. The young warlord winked at Tenred calmly, and asked the latter to move his finger Remove from musket handle.

This scene was also seen by the archbishop of Chaldea, and looking at the strange gaze of the archbishop, Tandred hurriedly explained:

Thar is different from other orcs, archbishop. He grew up learning human culture. Compared with the orc's appearance, he has a human soul...We can trust him.

Chaldea ignored the young general's explanation, he had more important tasks on this trip.

The Archbishop took a step forward and stood with the High Patriarch Moyana of the Blightcaller. Opposite them were the High Warlord Triig who was directly under the orders of the orc chief Orgrim, and the Grand Prophet Druid of the Frostwolf Clan. Rektar, as well as the young orc warlord Thrall, the leaders of the two big clans personally came to greet them at the pier. The level of the reception arranged by the orc tribe was really not low.

This probably also represented the importance that the orc chiefs attached to this meeting, which was a good start.

Thank you for the information about the Qiraji sent by your subordinates, Your Excellency the Patriarch.

Drek'Thar, an old orc prophet, leaned on a staff of animal bones, walked up to Myana, and said to the leader of the Blightcaller:

Based on those materials, we discovered several worm nests brewing on the edge of the barren land, and eradicated these evil beings ahead of time. The chief has already set up a welcome banquet for you in Orgrimmar City. He Will personally thank the druids of the Blightcaller for their help to the Horde, please come with me.

After finishing speaking, Elder Drek'Thar looked at the Archbishop of Chaldea with his eyes covered with black cloth strips, and a smile appeared on his old face:

Of course there is also you, Archbishop of Chaldea. The children of the tribe and I were helped by the Church of the Holy Light during the empire period. This time, the chiefs and I can express our gratitude to you in person.

It's nothing, it's what we should do.

Chaldea waved his hand and said to the prophet:

I came here with Ms. Myana this time because I have more important things to discuss with the chiefs. This has nothing to do with the past events of the two races. Believe me, old friend Drek'Thar, this concerns both of us. The future of this race, and even the entire Kalimdor continent...

The Patriarch Moyana also nodded with the night elf's reserved attitude:

The Archbishop is right, that's why we're here.

Drek'Thar's expression became a little more serious, he turned his body sideways, and made a please gesture:

So, it looks like we're on our way to Orgrimmar as fast as we can...follow me, guests.

Under the indifferent escort of the orc soldiers of the tall Kongwu, a group of people boarded the carriage prepared for them and pulled by super-large Kodo beasts, and walked along the road paved by the orcs with bricks and burnt dirt , all the way from Fistblade Bay to Orgrimmar City, this piece of rare red land in Azeroth is full of desolate and uniquely beautiful scenery.

The Archbishop of Chaldea, dressed in black, was leaning on the bumpy carriage. He was holding the emblem of the Holy Light on his chest in one hand, and the handle of the purple ritual knife at his waist in the other. He closed his eyes and muttered words, It appears to be praying.

And in his soul Chaldea was speaking to Xalatath:

Ma'am, can you guarantee that the breath you release will not be detected by the orc shamans and troll priests? I don't know much about the mysterious power they use, but once it is perceived...

Relax, Chaldea.

The Fifth Ancient God replied in a lazy voice:

The loa of the trolls were born and developed under my nose. The shamanism of the orcs is no different from the native element users of Azeroth. I understand them more deeply than they themselves... .The faint aura I released was enough for C'Thun to perceive my approximate location. In fact, I think you should be more worried about yourself at this time.

What's the meaning?

Chaldea asked, and Xalatas let out a deep laugh:

Last time in the Flashing Plains, C'Thun drove the winged insects as its eyes to confirm my existence at close range. This time, after it captured my position, it wasn't just the winged insects that appeared here. It's simple...don't underestimate the Qiraji, my Chaldea, they have been soaked in the power of C'Thun for tens of millions of years, and they have already evolved a new power.

C'Thun may be trapped in the seal of the Titan and cannot move, but its minions will replace the master to carry out the slaughter... Believe me, the one who will come this time must be the most vicious and brutal war elite among the Qiraji, The orcs will see the bugger threat as you wish, but only if you can survive the inevitable slaughter...and I can't help you too much, Chaldea.

Why?

The archbishop asked playfully:

Are you afraid of C'Thun?

No...it's not just Ke'thun, it's far more than Ke'thun who is staring at me.

The fifth ancient god's voice slowly dissipated in the carriage, and Chaldea shook his head. He opened his eyes. In the window of the carriage, at the end of the desolate dark red land, the orcs used bricks, stones and Orgrimmar, the city built of wood, has been vividly remembered.

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Orgrimmar, the city's name is obviously used to affirm the current warchief Orgrimmar. Doomhammer's achievements for the new tribe.

This huge city stands like a war fortress in the northernmost part of the red land of Durotar. The entire barren land and the largest freshwater river in Durotar flow from the west of this fortress. To the west of the city is a cliff. The orcs built a bridge across the Redwater River, one of the city's three exits.

In the wilderness of Azshara in the north, there is also the gate of Orgrimmar. Of course, due to the rampant demons in the wilderness of Azshara recently, the gate of the city is currently closed.

The envoy of humans and Blightcaller druids entered the city through the main entrance of Orgrimmar. Under the watchful eyes of the orc commoners, it walked through the streets of the city, and finally stopped at the gate of Grommash Fortress.

The orcs like to use the names of heroes to name special buildings. This large fortress for the chiefs to meet and formulate policies is named after Grommash Hellscream. Even Hellscream himself will This is regarded as a kind of honor, which represents the affirmation of the clansmen to them.

The envoys stepped down from the carriage, and the gate of the fortress with a pure orc style was opened. Outside the gate, there were fully armed orc guards holding battle axes, standing on both sides of the road like sculptures, which added a touch of battlefield to the welcoming ceremony. murderous.

Seeing this arrangement, the young Tanred couldn't help but snorted coldly. He thought it was a kind of demonstration by the orcs, but soon, the young warlord Thrall explained to him that this was actually a demonstration by the orcs. It is the etiquette only when welcoming important guests. The brave orcs believe that brave soldiers represent glory, and they hope to share this glory with their guests.

The last time we met was on the battlefield.

In front of the hall of Grommash Fortress, Orgrim Doomhammer, who was wearing quaint black armor, stood on the top of the steps. He looked at the Archbishop of Chaldea, who was dressed in black, and he turned gray with the passage of time. With hair hanging on his shoulders, the still tall orc chief said in a deep voice:

Unfortunately, I haven't seen you on the battlefield of the Burning Plains, Chaldea Morgan...

It's a good thing, Warchief.

Facing the unclear words of the orc great chief, Archbishop Chaldea still had a peaceful smile on his face. He fiddled with the rosary in his hand and replied:

This makes our current meeting less embarrassing. After all, in the Burning Plains... you exited as a loser.

The archbishop's tough answer made Tenred behind him put on a provocative smile. Because of this sentence, the young and passionate general immediately changed his image of the archbishop of Chaldea, who had always been gentle and even somewhat compromised, but The chief was not angry because of Chaldea's answer. On the contrary, he took a few steps down and looked at the archbishop representing the Human Church. He asked softly:

So, after coming to the human empire of Kalimdor like us, do you still have courage in your veins?

certainly!

Chaldea raised his head, met the great chief's eyes, and said:

It was courage that drove me here.

Orgrim glanced at Chaldea, he stopped talking, but turned his gaze to Myana Staghelmet standing on the other side, and then extended his hand to the tall lady:

Thank you for your help, leader of the Blightcaller, your selfless assistance has allowed us to escape the threat of the bugs hiding in the ground...

Myana stretched out her hand without hesitation, and held it with the great chief. She looked at Orgrim, the legendary orc chief, and said softly:

But the time of danger is not over yet, Warchief, the Bugs behind the Beetle Wall are a threat, to everyone present!

Hahaha

Orgrim let out a series of low-pitched smiles, turned around, and invited the guests behind him to enter the fortress as a host, where an orc-style banquet had been prepared.

Now is the time to welcome, we put off those off-putting things.

Seeing Orgrim's figure disappear in the fortress, Chaldea and Myana exchanged glances, and then the two stepped forward together, leading the messengers behind them, into the hall of the orcs.

And at the same moment, at the southernmost tip of the distant Silithus desert, behind the quaint high wall honed by time for thousands of years, a dozen strange figures rushed into the sky roaring, in the strange light Under the dispersal of the curtain, at a speed exceeding the speed of sound, it rushed to the sky in the northern part of the mainland.

As expected by the fifth ancient god, C'Thun immediately reacted after sensing the ancient god's aura in the direction of Durotar...but the ancient god who was sealed under the great desert did not know His own actions have fallen into the calculations of Xalatas, and his instinctive actions will gain some difficult opponents for the insects under his command...

However, for an existence like the ancient god and the thousand-eyed demon C'Thun, even if it knew, it would still do the same, and it would not hesitate even for a second.

After all, in its eyes, the world will eventually return to the void in its infestation, and all creatures, humans and orcs, goblins and elves, barbaric centaurs and even those believers who worship it... have no difference.

The civilization and existence of these creatures are also meaningless, they are just some... flesh and blood residues that are destined to be destroyed...

It is the Old God, the Vanguard of the Void, the Enemy of Life... So what if the orcs don't fight? Sooner or later it'll turn on them too... sooner or later.