Kurtilas is one of the Seven Kingdoms of Mankind. The location is on a huge island sandwiched between Lordaeron and Stormwind, across the sea from the west coast of Kazmodan, and has one of the most powerful navies in Azeroth.

Among them, the area of the Strait of Tiragad is the heart of Kurtiras. The area is almost bisected by the capital city of Bullaras and is home to a wide variety of wildlife in the hills and hills from south to north. In the past, the people here also enjoyed the bounty of the sea from the southeast and west. It is here that the human race has a profound connection to both the sea and the land.

But a few months ago, that connection was brutally severed. A green-skinned, generally robust and powerful alien race, with the help of some of the natives of Kurtiras, attacked Kurtiras at night.

The young and sturdy new admiral, who was loved by the people, and could also be regarded as the titular king of Kul Tiras, Daylin Prodmoor was even assassinated by spies and died in his own home.

When the people of Kul Tiras woke up in the middle of the night, they were horrified to find that there were flames burning everywhere near their homes, and a large number of Ashvan men with many green-skinned monsters were rampaging through the streets.

The Kurtilas who dared to resist the green-skinned monsters and Ashvan were all dragged out into the streets and killed!

Overnight.

The unsuspecting Kurtilas were betrayed by traitors, and countless orcs rushed onto the island with the help of goblins and Ashvan. The army that was already infiltrated like a sieve was completely defeated without a chance to resist!

At dawn.

There is still fighting on the island.

But by the end of the nightfall the next day, the battle on the Kurtilas Islands had come to an end.

The Orcs, with the help of Ashvan, managed to land in Belaris and took control of the capital of the city-state kingdom. The Countess of Ashvan killed her father, and the family she controlled, with the help of the orcs, also controlled the subjugated humans in the country.

Only a large number of humans were left to follow Catherine Prodmoor aboard the still-loyal part of the Kul Tiras navy, and sail into the ocean, or escape into the mountains and forests of the island of Kul Tiras.

When the orc flags began to rise over Pelaras on the morning of the third day, the original Federation of Kul Tiras was completely shattered.

Defeated on the island of Zandalar and suffering heavy losses, the orcs, with the help of demons and human traitors, managed to take over Kul Tiras, humanity's most commercialized kingdom. With the exception of most of the fleeing humans and some killed in the war, the remaining humans are subject to the orcs under the control of the Ashvan family.

The young orc leader, Naozu, was finally able to say to his people with pride: "Look, this is what I call the lamb!" ”

Here's what he said.

He did the same.

Neozu, who had taken possession of Kurtiras, immediately began his reign on the island. He stipulated that all orcs on the island would take precedence, then the goblins and Ashvan who had helped the orcs, and then a small percentage of humans who would submit to the orcs.

At the same time, the orcs began to train in naval warfare and the ability to control ships, and began to build ships on the basis of the original Kurtilas in preparation for future orc landing battles.

As a result, the already extremely developed shipbuilding industry of Kurtilas, under the control and command of Ashvan, began to produce ships like dumplings. Naturally, the demand for materials for shipbuilding has also risen sharply.

In the past, some of the shipbuilding materials of Kurtilas came from the island's own production, and some were imported from other human kingdoms and even foreign races. Now it is the orcs who occupy Kurtiras, and naturally there is no way to import them from outside for the time being, so because of the need for the expansion of ship production, they can only resort to Kurtiras Island.

In other words, the orcs started their old business - cutting trees.

Due to the limited time given by Naozu, the dockyard controlled by Ashfan prioritized the production of extremely fast wooden clippers, which could be illuminated with wood.

In addition to the subjugated humans, a large number of orcs who were not yet able to fight or were still young were sent to the island's woods to cut down trees.

Among them, Durotan Frostwolf, whose father's fallen clan was about to fall apart, and Orgrim Doomhammer, whose strength of the Blackstone clan was severely damaged due to the death of the Black Hand Chieftain. These two young orcs, who were still minors, also became two members of the tree cutting army sent out by the orcs.

Durotan had only lived 11 years of Draenor and half of Azeroth, and was the youngest orc. But this orc cub who has been in the evil atmosphere for more than a year, and his skin is already green, so small and tall has surpassed that of ordinary humans to become a male, his muscles are very strong, and he is a warrior embryo with excellent talent.

So even though he went to cut down trees, no other orc looked down on him. And Orgrim Doomhammer, who became very close to him after passing through the Dark Gate, is only one year older than Draenor. However, compared to him, the already very strong Durotan cub was like a short man and a normal person.

That's right, Orgrim Doomhammer, who has only lived twelve years of Draenor and half an Azeroth year, is already physically similar to a strong adult orc warrior. If it weren't for the childishness between his hideous eyebrows, Orgrim would have been more than qualified to blend in with the large army of orc warriors without suspicion.

But now, the pair of orc cubs who met in Nazmir and soon became close friends, an orc carrying an axe into the Stoxon Valley of Kurtilas, and chopping trees along with thousands of other orc cubs.

Orgrim carried an axe that was small to him, and followed Durotan without saying a word. The calm Durotan walked through the group, obviously different from the other cubs who had been affected by the demonic blood and behaved a little manic.

That's what made more than one Orgrim Doomhammer follow him. Durotan's young brothers, the same father's kind, Janar, and Fenris were with him.

It is different from the powerful Blackstone clan. The Frostwolf Clan was heavily attacked by other clans due to the death of the chief Garad and the settling of accounts after the Neozu. The population and warriors were divided a lot, the sons of the chiefs had to come and cut down trees, and the clan was on the verge of collapse.

As a result, Galad's children have been in a bad mood lately, and none of the frostwolves, including Durontan, are willing to come here to cut down trees.

"Durotan!" The elder brother Fenris, who walked beside the cub, muttered dissatisfiedly, "Why did you let us cut down the tree!" We can go to the battlefield and kill those weak white-skinned humans, get their heads, and get merit at the same time! ”

Before Durotan could answer his brother's question, the second brother next to him, Janar, blocked the eldest brother's words first: "Fenris! It's not just the opinion of little Durotan! That's what Gaia'an's mother meant! Since you promised Mother Gaiaan, you should listen to little Durotan now! Don't question him! ”

"Janar! You're not qualified to say that about me! I don't know why Gaiaan's mother would listen to him! I'm the strongest of us! "Fenris was a little irritable, he was the oldest of the four orc cubs, and he was almost an adult.

"Please go back and ask Gaia'an's mother for this kind of questioning." Before Janar wanted to answer his brother's question irritably, Durotan said calmly, "You can leave at any time, at any time, my brother!" ”

Fenris muttered irritably, "If only I could go...... I'm long gone! ”

Hearing this, Orgrim Doomhammer smiled, and the young and strong Blackstone orc glanced at the long line behind him.

None of the orcs who came to cut down trees could walk unless they had cut enough for 1,000 trees, or enough wood to make ten ships. To do otherwise would be to violate Naozu's orders—to be caught in the docks of this island for ten days, or to be sent to the warlocks......

No matter how irritable and dissatisfied, Fenris is now in the team. As long as he didn't want to be hung on the dock, and he didn't want to be cramped and stripped of his bones by those warlocks, then he had to honestly cut down trees.

"I want to open some. Fenris. Orgrim patted his friend's brother, who was a head taller than him, "Once you're done cutting down the tree, you'll be ready to fight." ”

Fenris muttered a few more dissatisfied.

But this time he didn't say anything again, and seemed to be dissatisfied stuffed back into his stomach.

Orgrim smiled again, and then he saw his friend smile at him as well. The Hammer of Destruction shook his head slightly, but then he heard his friend's second brother Janar, and said in a rough voice:

"Where the hell are we going to cut down trees? I see there are trees all over here, can't you cut them down here? ”

"I know that. I asked the ...... who led the way. Mankind? That's right, that's what their race is called. The man who led the way said, "We're going to the Stoxon Valley of the human race." There is the largest amount of wood there. Durotan said calmly.

Orgrim nodded.

"But ......"

Durotan changed his mind.

"Follow what the human who led the way said. It is impossible for us to cut down trees quietly in this Stoozon Valley. There will be some natives who will stop us. ”

"Humans? Didn't the humans on the island either run away or have already surrendered? Is there anything else hiding in the forest? Janar asked curiously.

"Nope. Not human. Durotan said. It is an indigenous species called the Boar People, as well as their pets, and some wild animals. ”

"Tsk......" Fenris, who had been silent for a while, suddenly said, "I hope that there are as many boar men and beasts as possible." I'm going to kill them all. At that time, Naozu will know that I am strong, and there is no need for me to continue cutting trees here! ”

Catalpa!

Fenris's voice just fell.

A cold arrow shot at him in the face.

Syllable!

Orgrim Doomhammer reacted quickly and blocked the cold arrow with his axe. Fenris was terrified, and the frostwolf brothers, along with the other young orc cubs nearby, looked at the place where the cold arrow struck—in the dense forest next to the mountain road.

In the orc's line of sight, several standing boars were there with their bows and arrows in their hands, aiming at this side.

These "standing boars" were tall and strong, with a large pig's head on their shoulders, dressed in leather armor, and followed by several wild boars larger than the frostwolves of the Frostwolf Clan.

"Gollum Gola Goluga!"

"Goruga!"

"Hang up!"

“……”

"Standing boars" howled at the orc cubs.

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