Azeroth’s Death Track

They're gone...

In the shining morning light of Mount Hyjal, there was a dead silence on the tragic battlefield. The demons who lost their leaders were finally completely repulsed by the night elves who paid a tragic price. They were greeted by the coalition forces of Felwood Forest and Hyjal The elves who were full of anger joined forces to strangle them.

But on this golden battlefield, the young people of the tribe feel lost.

In this dawn, their fathers left with the glory of redemption, and the arms that had been protecting them from the wind and rain disappeared. Next, it was these immature young people who faced the storm from the world, Are they really ready?

no one knows...

Thrall stood with difficulty in the dawn light. He closed his eyes and breathed the air full of gunpowder smoke. Before him, Garrosh and Dranosh were supporting each other, and Vol'jin was leaning on his war blade. , and Yolin with a gloomy complexion, these young people came to him silently.

No one speaks...no one wants to speak at this time.

A few minutes later, Thrall opened his eyes. He looked down at the Hammer of Doom placed on the stone behind him. The warm sunlight reflected a beautiful halo on the surface of the black hammer, and the big hammer beside the hammer On the ground, a set of quaint and full of battle-scarred black plate armor was stacked there. It was the armor of Warchief Orgrim, which he personally forged in the world of Draenor.

Like Doomhammer, this black plate armor is also his symbol.

They put me in the place of Warchief...

Thrall said to the friends in front of him:

But I don't know... Should I, take it.

Garrosh, who was carrying the Gorehowling battle ax, took a look at Thrall. He stepped forward, holding the black plate armor on the ground in his hands, then walked up to Thrall, and handed the plate armor to him.

Put it on, Thrall!

Garrosh stared at the orc who was smaller than himself, and said in a deep voice:

The elves won't just let it go... Their demigod is dead, and their archdruid is missing. Although it has nothing to do with us, they won't let it go so easily. The tribe needs a voice!

Dranosh and Jorin also stepped forward, Vol'jin hesitated for a moment, and stepped forward. The three young men looked at Thrall, and Jolin was the first to lean slightly towards Thrall.

My wise brother, if you lead, I will obey...

Thrall looked again at Dranosh, the silent orc who smacked his fist on the breastplate in a gesture that said it all, and Vol'jin, the young troll representing the Darkspear clan, watched Thrall, after staring for more than ten seconds, Vol'jin lowered his head slightly and said in ancient troll language:

Death... chose you, Warchief.

Fu...

Thrall took a deep breath, opened his arms, and let several young men put the heavy armor on him. In the light of dawn, Thrall wearing black plate armor stretched out his right hand and lifted the heavy armor. Holding the Doom Hammer in his hand, at this moment, the power of elements flashed on his body, a blue thunder light danced on the hammer, and then changed into crimson flames, dark blue water, and earthy yellow the earth.

Thrall moved his wrist, he looked at the night elves gathering in the distance, he turned his head and said to the brothers behind him:

Then pick up our booty, pick up our glory!

Let's go meet them!

In the name of... the Horde!

On the other side, the night elves' legion was already exhausted after a night of hard fighting. The elf soldiers who retreated from the battlefield helped each other back to the camp. They looked around and saw that many compatriots who had fought against the demons together did not return. , and on the branches of the World Tree in the distance, the flickering frequency of the elf was several times thicker than before.

The souls of the warriors who died in battle returned to the World Tree. During the cycle of life and death presided over by the World Tree, these souls who died in battle would return to the civilization of the night elves in another form.

Surrounded by the priests of the Temple of the Moon God, the weary high priest of the moon, Ms. Tyrande, rode on her frostsaber. She led an army and headed towards the battlefield. Beside her, Sandy General Si Yuyue frowned and said to his mother:

Mother, the orcs have nothing to do with the death of the demigod and the disappearance of the father... I have told you many times, and I can prove their innocence.

I know, Shandris.

Tyrande glanced at her emaciated daughter, and she sighed:

My poor boy, you don't understand this, the orcs may be innocent, but the truth is not everything to our fellow man... We need to get to work on the problems between the orcs and the kaldorei, not just Because of Cenarius or Malfurion, and your problem, Shandris.

I believe that you secretly contacted the human empire and the orc tribes to rescue Mount Hyjal out of loyalty, but many high-ranking priests in the Temple of the Moon God don't think so... My daughter, you are a bit too much in this matter. Reckless.

Then let them come!

A trace of determination and gloom flashed across Shandris's face:

I have already guessed the ugly faces of those people, and I have already prepared... If it is not because of you, mother, I should have put them all...

Enough! Shandris!

Tyrande's complexion changed drastically, she scolded:

The sharp blade in your hand is used to protect the people, not to provoke conflicts! It seems that I let you go too much, forget that terrible thought, and never remember it again! The Sentinel Corps cannot participate in the ideological disputes of the upper class, This will directly cause the division of the people!

Trust is not everything! Mother!

General Shandris did not obey her mother this time, she retorted:

You can't manage a country with beliefs. Open your eyes and see, mother, the world is undergoing major changes, and every civilization is following the pace of changes in the times. Only we... only we are still blinded by beliefs , Faith unites our people, but it also makes them lazy and depraved, we also need to accept new thinking, mother... We have to catch up, or we will be eliminated by this era! Punishment by this change!

You've had too much contact with outsiders, Shandris!

The adoptive daughter's rebuttal made Ms. Tyrande, who was already in a bad mood, furious. She looked at her daughter and said in a deep voice:

You need to stay in Mount Hyjal for a while, until you return under the inspiration of the moon god...

The moon god no longer answers our prayers! Mother, how long are you going to deceive yourself!

Tyrande's attitude caused General Shandris, who was already in a bad state of mind, to explode completely. She grabbed her mother's wrist and shouted:

Hasn't this war woke you up yet? Luna has already been disappointed with the Kaldorei's complacency. Look at our soldiers, look at our people, mother! Luna has turned his gaze away from us opened!

Shut up!

Snapped

A loud slap hit Shandris on the face, causing General Yuyue's rebuttal to be interrupted suddenly at this moment. Shandris looked at his mother blankly, and Tyrande's chest rose and fell, and she also felt a little She looked blankly at her waving hand, she shouldn't have done this.

She has never done this before...

If the high priest of the moon was only heartbroken because of his daughter's rebuttal before, then at this moment he was completely angry. Regarding the fact that the moon god Elune no longer responded to the prayers of the elves, this is the top secret in the temple of the moon god. Shandris shouted in front of the crowd, it was like detonating a bomb directly on the battlefield.

Several Luna priests quickly stepped forward and escorted the distraught Shandris Yuyue away. Ms. Tyrande looked at her daughter's lonely back, and her heart tightened at this moment.

But the will of the religious leader quickly returned, and the high priest quickly adjusted her emotions. She said to the nervous priests next to her:

Blocking this news... can't let the people hear bad news at this moment.

Several high-ranking priests led the order to leave, while the high priest continued to march towards the battlefield with the army, but when they reached the edge of the battlefield, exclamations of exclamation kept ringing out in the elves' ranks, Tyrande Looking up, he saw two young orcs walking out of the battlefield with a huge head on their shoulders. That hideous head was obviously the head of Maronos, the Destroyer who commanded the demons.

These orcs actually did it... They killed a big demon with mortal bodies... It's unimaginable.

Garrosh and Dranosh were carrying the head of Malonorth. Although they were seriously injured, at this moment, the young man puffed up his chest. Wherever the demon's head went, the night elves flocked. To look at them with astonishment and respect, to be in awe of the strong, and to be in awe of glory is the common emotion of all civilized races.

The High Priest Tyrande also hesitated before what the demon head represented. She stretched out her hand to signal the army to stop in place. Under the protection of several guards, the High Priest pulled the reins and let the Frostsaber carry her Stepping forward, she looked at Thrall and Jolin walking in front of the head, and Vol'jin, the religious leader of the night elves said in a calm voice:

Orc, where is your great chief? I have something to ask him.

Yorin and Vol'jin looked at the powerful night elf lady in front of them. They exchanged glances, and then moved a step to the sides. Thrall, who was wearing black plate armor and holding the Hammer of Doom, took a step forward. Looking at the night elf high priest in front of him with blue eyes, he said softly:

Lady Tyrande...

Horde, hear your voice...

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Three days later, the Valley of Wisdom in Orgrimmar City is the highest mountain in the city, where you can overlook the entire Orgrimmar, the red land of Durotar, and the sea in the distance.

Wearing casual clothes, Varian Wrynn was standing in front of a circle of stone monuments at the end of the Valley of Wisdom with his wife. This time, the King of the Stormwind Kingdom came to mourn the tribal chiefs who died in battle in a private capacity.

Although privately speaking, the deep hatred between Varian and the orcs is difficult to eliminate. His father died at the hands of orc assassins, and his country was once attacked by orcs, but that is the blood debt of the old tribe, and now , Those enemies are already lying in the grave in front of him.

As a warrior, he couldn't deny the glorious death of the old chiefs of the tribe. The glory of being a warrior made him come here to pay his respects to these heroes. One of the purposes of Ryan's trip is that the current war between Ashenvale and Felwood Forest has entered the final strangling period. The demons in a mess are not a threat at all, but considering the considerable number of demons, this war is far from the final battle. The end is still a long way off.

Varian came to Orgrimmar for another reason, to promote the alliance agreement signed between the orcs and humans, especially after the orcs have a new chief and a new ruling system, to continue this agreement, It became urgent.

The cemetery in front of Varian has a strong orc style. There are only a few simple stone tablets on which the lives of the heroes lying here are engraved. Before the stone tablet, there is a ferocious skull. The bones of Ronos were placed here as a glorious memorial to the heroes.

Varian stared at the stone tablet in front of him. He seemed to see the scene when these orcs fought the terrifying abyss lord. He saw their bloody but unwilling will to give up, which made him unable to hold out his hand. , holding his wife's finger, he whispered to Valeera standing beside him:

There are real heroes lying here, and hatred can't erase this. Their battle is what I long for, and the glory they won for themselves also makes me feel envious.

Our forefathers won us freedom with blood and sacrifice...They were called heroes, and that is a veritable admiration, compared with their courage, we have nothing to say.

A deep voice sounded behind Varian. The king turned his head and saw Thrall coming alone. This young orc was wearing black plate armor. The hideous scars on the armor made him look more like a Warrior, not a shaman.

The moment he saw Thrall, a smile flashed in Varian's eyes. He pointed to the skull in front of him and said to Thrall:

I also have one of this thing. Although it is not as big as yours, it is still a good collection. I was still thinking about what to do with it, but now it seems that maybe the devil's head can be made into a sculpture or a throne. , should be a good choice.

Thrall blinked, he shrugged:

About your bet with Kane, I heard that Kane lost in the end... He was very unconvinced, the old cow has been very irritable these days, he has been emphasizing the reason why he lost to you , it is because you have the advantage of weapons, he said that this victory is unarmed!

But he still lost...

Varian smiled:

So, when is he going to come to New Stormwind City to sign the agreement? I can wait.

That's the problem between you and Kane. The tauren are allies of the orcs, but we don't interfere with the choice of our companions...Speaking of which, you came here this time for more than just this, right?

Thrall looked at Varian and said:

Is there something important?

Varian nodded, he wiped his wife's slender waist, the latter nodded, turned and stepped into the shadows, leaving room for conversation between her husband and the orc warchief, when there were only two of them , the human king lowered his voice and said to Thrall:

It's Northrend... Our friends the Ironbeard dwarves found something amazing there...

Considering that we are already allies, I would like to ask you, are you interested in participating?