Shadow Trails in Azeroth

In the world of Azeroth, everyone involved in the "Lotha Storm" would have never imagined that Anduin Lothar's incident would not only affect human civilization.

It is even so powerful that it penetrates the dimensional wall and affects the life and death of another world.

Draenor, the home of the orcs.

Several months have passed since the Horde's defeat. Due to the encirclement and massacre by Daelin and the Kul Tiran fleet in the Blasted Land, very few orc clans were able to escape back to Draenor through the Dark Portal. .

In addition, the Demon King of the Burning Legion was completely disappointed with the orcs, which caused their demonic blood to break out. Most of the orcs who escaped were frightened.

As soon as they passed the Dark Portal, they disappeared into the deserted land that was originally called Tanaan Jungle and is now called Hellfire Peninsula. No one thought about gathering them.

These guys are useless.

However, for the orc leaders who escaped from Azeroth, a bigger problem still lies ahead.

When the orcs invaded Azeroth, it was because the world of Draenor was on the verge of death under the poison of evil energy pollution, and they were tempted by demons when they could no longer survive.

Now that the plan to invade Azeroth has completely failed, and they can no longer stay in Draenor and wait to die, how can this group of brutal people save themselves?

"Orgrim died. He died like a true warchief. He used his life to win us the opportunity to return to our hometown. Such a sacrifice is worthy of recognition.

He may have escaped from the disaster, but those of us who survived will continue to suffer. The situation in Draenor is getting more and more serious, and even the Nagrand Grassland, the last place where it lives, is already overwhelmed.

If we don’t want to become extinct, we have to find new ways. "

In the center of the Hellfire Peninsula, in the chief hall of the huge fortress built here when the tribe established the Dark Portal, a tall orc wearing a black cape and full black armor was standing in front of the invited chiefs. Talk freely.

But he talks too much.

This caused dissatisfaction among the chiefs.

"Talongor, you disgusting dead man."

The bloody chief sitting on the seat made of the thunder elephant's bones said in a cold tone:

"You invited us here in the name of the Shadowmoon Clan, which exists in name only, just to talk nonsense?"

The chief's dress is very distinctive.

He has "flowing long hair" that no other orc has, and looking at his strong and powerful body, he has the image of a "beautiful man" as an orc.

What's more rare is that this guy has a gloomy temperament. Although his skin is also green after drinking evil blood, it is lighter than the green of other orcs.

Maybe he can be regarded as the "cream niche" among orcs?

However, when you notice the exaggerated blade fist on his broken left arm, all these impressions of handsomeness will be ruthlessly erased by this cruel weapon.

This kind of weapon must be broken off the arm before it can be installed, and judging from the shape of the wound, it was definitely not cut with a sharp weapon, maybe it was cut off piece by piece with some sharp stone blade.

And sitting there, he felt light and airy, as if he would disappear into the darkness at any time.

It's like if you blink, he'll disappear, then cut your neck from behind and stab your heart.

This is a ruthless man walking in the dark.

no doubt.

"Don't be so grumpy, Chief Kargas."

He was scolded directly, but Tarongor, the former Shadow Council Grand Warlock who spoke, was not angry at all.

He looked around with an attitude that was not provoked at all. Everyone present had a bad look on their faces. So he very rationally stopped talking about it in a long way and went straight to the topic:

"I have a way to find a way for the orcs to survive!"

"explain!"

Another tall chief, wearing a clan armor made of animal skins and steel, with red eyes, said in a sullen voice.

He rubbed the exaggerated battle ax made of giant beast bones and black steel in his hand, and a domineering and brave aura of cruelty surrounded him. He seemed to always have this commanding tone when speaking to others.

"We have already had the experience of going to other worlds. What we have to do now is to copy the strategy of the Dark Portal, but this time, we have to choose a more suitable target."

Tarongor revealed his plan. He said:

"It would be best to have a world where there are weak beings like those Draenei, a world where there won't be strong enemies like humans, a world where all the orcs can continue to live."

"nonsense!"

Fenris, the king of wolf cavalry who also escaped from the Dark Portal, was stroking his hunting spear. There were several wounds on his face and neck, which were the "memorials" left by damn Dailin to him.

He almost didn't come back.

And the price for coming back was also very heavy. His beloved Wolf Warrior's bones were buried in the cursed land forever.

Probably because of this painful memory, Fenris has been very emotionally unstable recently. He yelled:

"Blind guy, stupid waste, incompetent fool! Open your eyes and see the world! Building a Dark Portal has exhausted the remaining resources of the orcs.

In order to fulfill Gul'dan's fantasy, we have consumed all the draenei slaves we have!

But you still want to build another Dark Portal, are you crazy? "

"Who said I wanted to build the Dark Portal?"

Tarongor became tougher this time, and he retorted in his hoarse, dry tone:

"Before Gul'dan set out on his own to go to sea, in order to win me over to go with him, he told me many secrets that only he knew. I can tell you that in the world of Azeroth, there is something that can perfectly replace the Dark Portal. artifact!

In the Tomb of Sargeras, where Gul'dan died.

That is the tool used by the Dark Titan Sargeras, the master of the Burning Legion, to open the door to the world. As long as we get it, all the worlds in the entire stars will open their doors to us! "

"So, your plan is to fight back to Azeroth?"

The orc chief holding the battle ax laughed a few times, his eyes flashed with anticipation, and he rubbed his chin and said:

"This is a good suggestion. When you were fighting in that world, Blackhand and Orgrim didn't have the guts to let me and my clan go.

And they all failed.

This made me more and more interested in the humans in that world. I can’t wait to experience it for myself, those warriors who defeated Orgrim.

I wanted to see what they were worth for myself. "

"But we don't have that many troops anymore."

An old, skinny orc chief who had been silent for a long time whispered:

"All the elites have been sent to Azeroth. Even if we add Warsong, Shattered Hand, and other small clans, it will be difficult for us to assemble an invincible army.

And the demon blood in your body."

When the old chief spoke, he always had a sense of sadness, as if he was a sinner. He was bent over, leaning on a bone staff, and his words were somewhat feeble.

He is Ner'zhul, the chieftain of the Shadowmoon clan and Gul'dan's former mentor.

He's an orc with a complicated past.

He originally had the opportunity to save his world, but he failed to see through Gul'dan and the demonic power behind him, and missed the last chance. He has always destroyed his world by himself.

"What's more, how can anything be accomplished with just a few artifacts?"

Ner'zhul shook his head and said:

"Putting the survival of a world on a few items, what is the difference between this and the reckless behavior of drinking the blood of demons?"

When this matter was mentioned, the atmosphere in the chief's hall suddenly dropped.

Even the most bellicose Warsong Chief Grom Hellscream and the most vicious Chief Kargath the Shattered Hand couldn't say anything to refute.

When did the orc civilization die?

The moment they allowed Gul'dan and his like to pollute the world with evil energy, it was already dead. Humanity's victory was only made up for on this dead body after the orcs lingered for several years. Just one knife.

"It's true that we can't accomplish anything with just a few artifacts, but everyone, I dare to propose this plan, so I have the confidence to do so."

Faced with Ner'zhul's doubts, Tarongor laughed.

Under the gazes of the chiefs, he took a strange thing from the hands of the servants nearby. It looked like the scales of some kind of creature, but it was very huge and shone with a black luster like steel.

Just holding it in your hand gives off a heavy aura.

"I still have a friend in Azeroth, everyone."

Tarongor proudly raised the scales in his hand and said:

"This is a parting gift from a strong man, the night after Lothar killed Orgrim, the night I fled and turned into the Dark Portal.

I met him at night in the Swamp of Sorrows.

He has a terrifying force under his command, the dragons of Azeroth. They will help us seize artifacts and win a future for the orc civilization.

Of course, of course.

We all know that this is definitely not a kind gift, and we have to do something for him. "

He looked at the orc chiefs in front of him and said with emphasis:

"But that's not a request, it's more like an opportunity. The strong man asked us to return to Azeroth at the right time to carry out a revenge assassination against Anduin Lothar.

He hates the Commander-in-Chief of Mankind as much as we do.

I know that he must have his own purpose, and we are just pawns he uses to achieve his purpose, but what does it matter? As long as we can get the artifact, we will be used if we are used.

Does it make a difference whether the elements are using us, the demons are using us, or the dragons are using us?

This is the real purpose of calling you here today. "

Tarongor handed the black dragon scale in his hand to the nearest Fenris, who took it in his hand and rubbed it gently. He felt the power in it and handed it to Kargas beside him.

Several chiefs took turns to look around. As a spellcaster, Ner'zhul felt the terrible power in the scales the most.

At this moment, he was also convinced.

This change in attitude could not be hidden from Tarongor, who burst into laughter and said:

“We don’t need a big invasion at all.

Humanity must have built a fortress on the other side of the Dark Portal, and our manpower is precious.

We just need to select enough elites and use Ner'zhul's spell to open a gap in the Dark Portal, enough to accommodate a small army to enter and exit.

The 'allies' over there will arrange everything for us.

What we have to do is to complete the revenge against Anduin Lothar and the entire human race while searching for the artifact! Whether you are ambitious, want to challenge the strong, or just want to save Draenor.

These are wishes, good or cruel.

And wishes must be realized with both hands.

I, a lowly warlock, understand the truth, don’t you understand? "

There was silence in the chief's hall.

After nearly a minute, Grom, who was holding a battle ax, nodded. He looked at the warlock and death knight who were talking and said:

"I have one last question, Tarongor, whose body is this body you are using now? I felt a familiar aura just now.

Take off the mask and let me see! "

"this"

This request made the death knight a little annoyed. He said dissatisfiedly:

"Is this question important? Anyway, he is already dead, and he died at the hands of human assassins. I am just using the waste."

"No, no, you got it wrong."

Grom Hellscream sneered and said:

"Some time ago, my people discovered a long-missing 'friend' in the Fire Blade ancestral land of Nagrand. With his help, this assassination would be a sure shot.

I have to confirm this issue.

You used Old Dahl's body, so you naturally know what happened before his death, but what about his knife? Where is Sankesu, the spiritual totem of the Burning Blade Clan, the Blade of the Sword Master? "

"That knife is not with me."

Tarongor said in an ominous tone:

"It should have been picked up by human assassins. It should be in the hands of Ravenholdt, the assassin organization that assassinated Old Dahl."

"Very good, there is a reason to invite him to participate in the war."

Grom looked at the other chiefs and said:

"Then let's go prepare ourselves, everyone."

Seeing Grom easily seizing the leadership of this action, a flash of sharp dissatisfaction flashed in the eyes of the death knight, but he hid it well.

There was no direct provocation. The moment he turned to leave the hall, the death knight thought:

Hellscream

Haha, you can’t stay either!

In the future tribe under my control, there is no place for you and these obstructionists. Go to Azeroth, become my chess piece, and then die there!

Hahaha.

Warchief Talon Bloodfiend, what a sweet title this is.