Azeroth’s Death Track

The green-skinned orcs from the tribe rushed into the hinterland of Lordaeron, the most powerful kingdom among the seven human kingdoms, burning, killing and looting all the way, and the Tirisfal area near the king's capital was messed up.

The orcs carried out a massacre around Lake Lordaeron, which is very close to the royal city of Lordaeron. Three small towns were razed to the ground, and thousands of civilians were killed. This massacre completely frightened the residents of the kingdom. They left Gathered their own family business, dragged their families and took refuge in the Royal City of Lordaeron, and some people were gathered by the Grand Duke Mograine in the monastery north of Tirisfal, where they formed another line of defense.

After taking over the passage in the Alterac Mountains, on the afternoon of the third day after rushing into the hinterland of Lordaeron, the Kingdom Marshal Gathelis, who was defending the walls of Lordaeron, saw the first orc appear in the horizon, and then A whole green army, the battle flags representing different clans fluttered under the sky of Tirisfal, while the defensive defenders of Lordaeron City only had 30,000 people.

This must be a real fierce battle. From the marshal to the soldiers, everyone who is still in this city is ready to die. Only in a real crisis can the integrity of a king be shown .

Compared with King Perenolde of Alterac, the old King Terenas Menethil not only did not give up the city of Lordaeron, on the contrary, after hearing the news of the arrival of the orcs, this The old king, still in ceremonial armor, himself inspired the warriors on the walls.

Although many people know that this is just a show, but in such a war, being able to defend a city with soldiers is enough for a feudal king!

Warriors of Lordaeron!

If the savage orcs are destined to step into this city! Then I...Terenas Menethil, the king and guardian of this kingdom, will be the last person standing in their way! Starting today, I am also a member of the guard city!

The old king held his long sword high. Under the gaze of tens of thousands of soldiers, he raised his head proudly. The crown was shining brightly in the sun. The old king, whose hair and beard were all white, was also a brave warrior when he was young. The years have aged his body.

But when he stood on the battlefield again, his eyes under his white eyebrows were still like a lion awakened by a predator, and his sonorous voice, with the help of mages, spread throughout the city.

They had to go over our dead bodies to enter the city and harm our people!

And we will tell them with swords in our hands! Their roars will not frighten our courage! Their axes will not break our souls!

Lordaeron must win! The Alliance must win! Humanity must win!

Humanity will win!

The shouts of the whole city resounded at this moment. Under the sun, in the face of threats, the last courage of mankind was finally ignited. Under the command of Marshal Gathelis, the artillery placed on the tall city wall burst into flames, bringing mankind's hopeless Unyielding will, in thunderous explosions and flames, sent the first wave of tempting orcs to hell.

The sound of the artillery and the wild roar of the orcs also represented that the Azeroth invasion war, which lasted for 6 years, had finally reached its end at this moment, and the dispute between humans and orcs was about to come to an end.

However, at this important moment, the frontline commander of the orcs was not their wise chief, but Old Dar of the Burning Blade Clan. Orgrim went to an important place, and his whereabouts were top secret!

But he will come soon, and like the old human king Terenas, Orgrim is unwilling to miss this final battle feast.

Where is he?

He's in Alterac Valley!

This is a world of ice and snow. This valley is located in the northwest of the Alterac Mountains, not far from the Tirisfal Woodlands. This valley is rich in materials. Although the temperature is cold all year round, the various resources produced here are very rare. Enough to guarantee the survival of the few humans who live here.

But Orgrim didn't come here to slaughter the pitifully small number of humans, he came to meet old friends.

The brown-skinned chief half-kneeled in the snow. In front of him were two tombstones with a strong orc style, and a somewhat broken flag was draped over them. It was a white wolf head and a snowflake symbol, representing the orc's identity. Clan - Frostwolf!

And on the tombstone, the name of the owner of the cemetery was also written in the orc language.

Drotan, son of Chief Galata, greatest chief of the Frostwolf clan, and his wife Lady Draka are buried here.

The drifting snowflakes in the Alterac Valley scene fell on Orgrim's shoulders. The back of this always firm and powerful warchief looked so lonely in the falling snow.

His guards stood at a great distance, and the warchief did not want to be disturbed now.

Orgrim looked at the tombstone in front of him. He stretched out his hand and wiped off the snow on the tombstone. There was gentleness in his eyes, and he said softly:

Drotan, old friend, I am lonely in your absence.

No one in this tribe can understand me, they fear me, they fear me, they obey me only because I can lead them to victory, but I know that in the end, after losing the enemy of human beings, the violent blood flowing in their veins , will still divide the new world we took so hard to occupy.

Everyone thinks we are about to win, but I know, Durotan, as you once said, the real hard war for the orcs has just begun, and unfortunately, even now, I have not found a way to deal with this frenzy of souls. ..”

If you are still alive, you must be more suitable than me to be the great chief. Your wisdom, your bravery, old friend, we should have joined forces to rule the tribe.

He took a long breath, looked at the smaller tombstone next to him, and said sadly:

Draka, my friend, I broke my promise. Even if I searched most of the human world, I couldn't find your son, my nephew Goel, but I will not give up. I don't believe that the Frostwolf Goel of Blood will die in this new world...I will find him! After defeating the Human Alliance, I will search every corner of this continent!

I swear to you! I will find him and train him as my heir! I will bring Goyle together to realize the new world we promised!

I will use my hands to build a new civilization for the orcs! I swear!

As soon as Orgrim finished speaking, a cold voice sounded in the snow-covered forest behind him:

Get out of here! Chief of the tribe, you are not welcome in the Frostwolf clan!

Accompanied by this sound, the originally silent forest came alive at this moment. Hundreds of Frostwolf orcs armed with spears and knives led their war wolves, and rushed out of the forest with undisguised malice. , and they surrounded Orgrim and his guard.

These orcs have brown skin and green skin. They seem to be fighting against each other. The scariest thing is the pack of wolves following behind the Frostwolf wolf cavalry. The huge pack of wolves should be the most terrifying predator in this valley, but Now, they have become the best partners and comrades-in-arms of the Frostwolf clan.

The wolves howled one after another, and they looked at the dozen orcs surrounded by predators. They only needed an order from their companions, and these violent wolves would pounce on them and completely wiped out the orcs in front of them. Torn to shreds.

Facing this terrible threat, the Warchief's Kor'kron guards clenched their weapons tightly. The Frostwolf Clan, who had been exiled for more than three years, looked stronger than they imagined.

And leading this group of Frostwolf orcs was an old orc riding on a snow-white war wolf. His eyes were covered with black cloth strips, which represented that he was blind. He was already bald, and his long beard was full of grey. , looked very old, but when he walked out from the siege of the Frostwolf orcs, the cold wind in the whole valley was howling, and the falling snow danced wildly, just like welcoming his master.

When he appeared, the frenzied wolves fell silent, and the scene was inexplicably awe-inspiring.

The old orc jumped off the huge war wolf. Every time he took a step, the elite Kor'kron guards who protected the chief would take a step back. Like an avatar, he savagely pressed towards them, making them almost unable to breathe.

Get out of the homeland of the Frostwolf! Orgrim!

The old orc shouted: We don't want to have the slightest connection with your tribe! Your wars, your victories, have nothing to do with us!

Elder Drek'Thar!

Orgrim stretched out his hand to push away the tense guards. He looked straight at the old orc in front of him without fear. He felt the howling and hostility of the cold wind in front of him. He said softly:

It seems that the elemental spirits of this world have re-approved you, you are stronger than I remember.

Faced with this kind of flattery, the old orc didn't pay any attention at all, he silently looked at Orgrim, waiting for his explanation, while the great chief thought for a moment, and sincerely said:

Elder Drek'Thar, I am very sorry for what happened to Durotan, and I am also very painful. I have personally killed the black hand of the great chief who facilitated this conspiracy. Now I am leading the tribe. I have already reached Lordaeron Under the city, I hope that the Frostwolf Clan can return to the tribe, and I promise that everything that happened in the past will never happen again!

Facing the solicitation of the great chief, the powerful orc shaman did not answer, but the frost wolf orcs following him began to roar:

Liar! You are a liar, Orgrim!

You killed Chief Durotan!

Where's Gul'dan's head? We heard about your affairs, and you still let him continue to serve you!

The Horde exiled us! Now you want us to join us! Delusional!

We will not go with you! You are butchers! You slaughter human children! You have no honor!

The Frostwolf orcs are probably part of the current tribe, and finally inherited the orc tradition. Although some tribesmen also drank the blood of demons, with the help of the shaman, they can control themselves and have not yet fallen to the level of harmony. Like the other clans, the honor of the orcs was completely lost.

It was precisely because of the insistence of the Frostwolf clan that they were savagely exiled by the previous Great Chief Black Hand. Even their beloved and respected chief Durotan and his wife were assassinated by killers sent by the Shadow Council in the hilly town of Dunhuo. Nearby Castle.

This incident has become an irreconcilable disaster between the Frostwolf clan and the Horde.

I don't want anything to happen to Durotan either!

Facing this accusation, Orgrim shouted loudly: He and I have been best friends since we were young, and we are brothers beyond blood! I killed all the warlocks of the Shadow Council to avenge him, and left Gul'dan behind. Also because I need him to defeat humans for me!

But he won't live forever!

The great chief set his sights on the old orc shaman, and said in a deep voice:

Believe me, Elder Drek'Thar, I will prove it with my actions! I don't expect you to join my tribe immediately, but to attack Lordaeron, I must draw out all available power. I just hope , for the sake of being orcs, the Frostwolf clan can guard the passage of the Alterac Mountains for us, once...

No need to say more!

Drek'Thar interrupted Orgrim's description. He turned around and disappeared into the forest with the wolf:

The strong wind and snow will completely block this mountain area, but there are only 7 days. We don't want to confront humans head-on. We don't want to let our second home that we finally found suffer from war again.

And I, I wait for your action, Orgrim... If Durotan were here, he would have made this choice too, but this is the last time! Orgrim, don't let the Frostwolf down, don't Let down... your brother who sleeps underground!

Thank you! Elder Drek'Thar.

The great chief put his fist on his chest sincerely, and shouted to the old orc:

I will fulfill Durotan's last wish with my own hands! I will not let the world repeat the same mistakes!

When the last Frostwolf orc also disappeared, the chief chief let out a sigh of relief. He looked back in the direction of Tirisfal, and said to the guards beside him:

Go, gather all the orcs guarding the mountains, and follow me to the battlefield!

There are no more worries, now... let's bury the alliance completely!