The Search for the Lost Life

The ambassador didn't say much.

He didn't expect to meet Mobai here, this strange warrior who has already been valued among the blood elves.

Sun Chaser Island has received an order to record every bit of her there and submit it to the council. The strange thing is, since Mobai left the land of ghosts and headed for the dark city, no bit of her has been found. Drip, until she appeared in the procession through the Dark Portal to broken Draenor.

Of course, this is not surprising, the blood elves have not joined the tribe for a long time, and there are not many traces of them on the Azeroth continent, and the world is so big, it is not impossible for a warrior who trains alone to lose track.

Therefore, the blood elves only began to pay attention to her, because of her extraordinary combat power.

Now that I have met him, the ambassador would like to take this opportunity to say a few words, firstly to find out the temper of this warrior, and secondly, to get closer to him.

"Before coming here, I went to Sunstrider Island once, and that was the starting point of our blood elves' journey." The ambassador smiled, looking at the slightly indifferent blood elf in front of him, her cold eyes were as piercing as the rumors said , but whether she is alive or dead, as long as she remembers the glory of sin'dorei, the blood elves are willing to see heroes appear in the clan.

You must know that the invasion at that time brought too many deaths. Many powerful warriors in the tribe died at the hands of the undead. Although they have joined the tribe now, if they can produce a hero, they will not be powerless. vassal.

However, the young blood elf in front of him still needs to be observed.

The blood elves have bitter blood memories of Arthas' fearsome army of death knights.

When it comes to Sun Chaser Island, Mobai undoubtedly has some nostalgia.

At that time, she was weak and didn't even know what to do to survive in this unknown world, with food, water, and endless dangers.

She had to lower the vigilance of others by pretending to get help from kind people.

Thinking about it now, it seems like a lifetime away.

Now, even if she faces an opponent who is much stronger than her, it is impossible for her to use those methods again.

This is the price of being strong.

However, Mobai will not reveal these nostalgia.

"Li Wei'er also mentioned you to me." The ambassador's next words made Mo Bai startled.

In the next second, she stopped hiding the piercing light in her eyes, and looked straight at the ambassador, visibly vigilant.

Even if he is a well-informed ambassador, he couldn't help being stunned by such gazes, and then hurriedly waved his hands: "Don't worry, I have no other intentions. Li Wei'er's aunt in Silver Moon City is an old acquaintance with me. , I just went to see her recent living conditions when I went to Sun Chaser Island."

Seeing that the young blood elf in front of him restrained himself a little dubiously, the ambassador couldn't help but smile: "Livier asked about your situation, she is very worried about you."

"Hmm." Mo Bai replied, hesitating for a while, "After a while, I will go back to see her."

This elder sister who was obviously afraid of him at the beginning, but still gave help, Mobai has always remembered it in his heart.

It's just that it's probably because of the desire to prove herself in the bottom of her heart. She hopes to at least reach the full level and go back to see her.

Of course, the ambassador would not force her to return to Sunstrider Island.

To him, he had obtained quite a lot of information from the young blood elf in front of him at this moment, any more would only make the vigilant her dissatisfied with them.

So, he just smiled and nodded, posing in a pose that every blood elf remembers in his heart, and swearing loudly: "For the glory of sin'dorei."

Like him, Mobai straightened his posture and made an oath in response.

At this time, Thrall had already left.

He had already arranged the urgent government affairs, just in time to hear the sound of the oath coming from this corner, he simply walked over and invited the blood elf warrior to accompany him.

"Mobai Lost, our wolf cavalry is ready, do you want to go with us?"

It is an absolute honor to accept the Warchief's invitation.

Even if it's just a colleague.

"Okay." Mobai's answer was very simple, she didn't intend to refuse hypocritically, she was happy to see any kind of pressure appear, forcing her to overcome them.

She is the one who will be Alexstrasza's soul mate.

She is the one who will one day stand beside the head of the guardian dragon, the Red Dragon Queen.

So why should she dread being in the entourage of the Horde warchief?

Thrall didn't feel that Mobai's simple answer was impolite. On the contrary, as an orc, he was very happy to see such a direct reaction, yes yes, no no.

He said to his adjutant: "Go and prepare an extra wolf mount!" The race mount of the orcs is the wolf. They don't breed by themselves, but send teams to capture a certain number of female wolves and half-grown wolf cubs every year. After being domesticated, the wolves that still retain their complete wildness are tamed, and the mount of the war wolf is the strongest among these tamed wolves after careful selection.

"Chief, no need." Mobai shook his head, "I control frost and disease, which will damage your wolf warriors. As a knight, I have my own mount."

There was a moment of commotion among the people around, whispering, because of the plague in Mobai's words.

However, Thrall's adjutant glanced at them, and all the orc cavalry warriors straightened their bodies without squinting, showing the demeanor that elite soldiers should have.

Thrall looked at Mobai with surprise and a smile in his eyes: "A long time ago, when shamanism first appeared among orcs, many people thought it was heresy."

He only said this, turned around and took the rein in the adjutant's hand, stood up and jumped on the back of the wolf.

War Wolf let out a long howl.

Mobai looked at Sal's strong body and couldn't help but be impressed by his courage.

She blew the bone horn that she had removed from her waist, and the Acherus warhorse stepped on the icy blue flames and stepped out of the void.

Mobai patted the neck of Acherus' war horse, and the metal armor covered by the skeleton of its neck made a crashing sound.

Pressing the saddle on the horse's back with one hand, Mobai lightly jumped, and sat firmly on the back of Acherus' war horse, looking around at the surrounding area that had suppressed the small-scale outbreak of war wolf commotion due to the appearance of the war horse. The wolf orc knights looked at the leader Thrall.

"Great Chief, I'm ready."

On the peaceful Nagrand Grassland, because of the dispute between the ogres and the Shadow Council, Galadar gained a temporary rest and tranquility.

The sound of howling wolves was heard from a distance, and many orcs in Galadar put down their work one after another and looked in the direction of the sound.

There are no Shadow Councils or ogres to drive wolves, and there are no wild wolves on the grasslands.

The horns of the wolves came and went regularly, as if they were singing a battle song that made people's blood boil.

Garrosh couldn't help standing up too, looking over there.

The pack of wolves gradually approached, and there was a lot of discussion in Galadar. They saw that the strong wolves were all wearing hard armor and riding green-skinned orcs on their backs.

Green skin, they knew it, the skin color after being infected and cursed by the blood of demons and losing the power gained from the blood.

"I'm finally back!" A shout full of exclamation and joy rang out, and even the Talbuk sheep running on Nagrand couldn't help but stop and look up.

On the trail leading to Galadar, the general led the wolf cavalry as a vanguard, and Thrall was surrounded by them, and Mobai followed behind him at Thrall's request.

The one who shouted loudly to express his excitement was of course Thrall.

The wolf cavalry squad soon arrived at the gate of Galadar's camp. The orcs were surprised to see the green-skinned orcs lined up neatly and full of sharp aura. It was undeniable that they were all powerful.

Thrall got off the Wolf Warrior and walked into the camp step by step.

"Is this really Durotan's son?"

"Look, he's carrying the Doomhammer!"

The orcs of Galadar whispered.

Durotan, son of Gaia's grandmother, leader of the Frostwolf clan.

That is the orc clan living in the most violent environment in Draenor. They have great power and tame huge snow wolves.Durotan, the leader of the Frostwolf clan, is the strongest warrior of the clan, and all the clans respect his strength.

He and his wife, like countless orc warriors, disappeared behind the Dark Portal and never appeared again.

As the leader of the orcs in Galadar, Garrosh had to stand up and welcome him no matter what: "We are very honored to be here, son of Durotan. Grandmother is waiting for you at her sickbed."

Grandma Gaia is already very old, and irresistible diseases have already begun to plague her.

Thrall heard the words, and there was anxiety in his eyes: "Thank you, Garrosh. After I put my grandmother, I will have a good talk with you. I have a lot to tell you about your father."

From Gaia's grandmother's letter, Thrall also knew what kind of trouble the young Hellscream was suffering from.But most of all, he was meeting his grandmother, whom he had never met.

Seeing Thrall rushing there, Garrosh looked at Mobai who was not following, and couldn't help saying, "He's very powerful, I feel infinite power from him."

"No one is born strong." Mobai admitted Sal's strength, but she believed in herself even more, "I will surpass him one day."

This sentence undoubtedly made all the tribe members think that she was extremely arrogant and even had evil ambitions.

Garrosh hadn't experienced how Thrall led the Horde, he was just surprised and admired by Mobai for daring to think like this.

"You want to be the great chief?" Garrosh's orc mind certainly couldn't have thought of Mobai's crooked thoughts.

Mobai shook his head: "For the glory of Sin'dorei, I will fight for the blood elves and the Horde, but I'm not interested in that position."

Garrosh stared blankly at Mobai, he felt that he could see in Mobai's eyes his contempt for the position of chieftain as leader.She doesn't care about that at all.

Why?Is there anyone who doesn't like this supreme position of power?

No, she must just not know what this position means yet!

"I just want to be a strong man. I have other goals, but it's definitely not what you want." Mobai looked at Garrosh and saw the thoughts in his heart.

For Garrosh's disapproval, that's all Mobai said.

At this time, Sal had finished talking with his grandmother, got to know his parents, and told what he had seen and experienced.

He already knew that Durotan had named him Go'el before he was born.

She already knew that the orcs in another world had a pretty good life, and they kept improving.

"Garrosh, now, I should show you what a great hero your father is!" Thrall patted Garrosh on the shoulder, and arranged a shaman circle to recreate the old scene .

Although Grom was the first orc to drink the blood of Magloth who brought the curse, he was also the hero who killed Magloth and freed all orcs from the curse.

He exchanged his own death for the freedom of the orcs.

Watching the past scenes play out, Garrosh burst into tears.

The inferiority complex that had been imprisoning him in his heart was completely loosened. He accepted Thrall's solicitation, and still crossed the Dark Portal to join the tribe, fighting for the strength of the orcs.

At this time, Mobai had quietly left Galadar.

The war was so cruel, she thought of Alexstrasza who had experienced several major battles over the past tens of millions of years.

She was caught in an ambush, imprisoned, faced a powerful enemy, and was injured.But she walked over step by step, she was always alone, standing in that high but incomparably deserted position.

Mobai came to the top of the Blade's Edge Mountain, looked down at the several huge dragon corpses impaled on the terrifying spikes on the cliff, and let out a long breath.

The power in this world is so diverse and huge, even the Dragon Clan is not invincible.

"Alexstrasza," she murmured, looking up at the uniquely colored night sky of Outland.

The author has something to say: =_=Little Hellscream, he doesn’t understand, Mobai has his eyes on the Red Dragon Queen, why does he even care about the position of a tribal chief =_=...

By the way, it's August 8th, and the new hole will open the day after tomorrow... Bai Ye looked at the three chapters and wanted to post them!