If there is such a thing as fate, then it must be quietly observing the world, and not everyone in this world can get its favor, and there will always be some people who will be looked at differently by fate.

Desperate survival, rising against the current, unexpected rescue, etc., these things that are unlikely to happen to ordinary people are just the most normal life for those who are favored by fate, and on the other hand, there are too many opportunities in this world every day waiting to be seized, and those who can really seize the opportunity are often those who are favored by fate.

Fate favored them not without reason.

Anyone who has experienced a shipwreck can gain a new understanding of life and life, and the seven days of drifting in the sea have taught Sal and Garrosh so much that they did not act rashly even when they landed on a huge island.

After gathering some non-poisonous fruit, drinking fresh water, and inserting a few fish, the two young orcs hid on the seashore and feasted near the wooden boat, they were wary that the island was not an accidental place on the charts, which meant that no one had ever found him, at least not on a large scale, and therefore no one knew what was on this island.

Maybe the next moment, an angry fire-breathing dragon will fly up from the center of the island, and the forces of Thrall and Garrosh are obviously not able to cope with that kind of crisis, but they always have to look inside the island, and the two of them have no intention of living a wild life for years.

So, after resting and eating to keep them energized, a young shaman and a young warrior stepped into the lush forest with some supplies on their backs.

"We shouldn't be far from Kalimdor."

Garrosh, with a simple helmet made of wood, a wooden shield in his hand, a sailor knife in his waist, and a battle axe on his back, looked vigilantly at the forest at dusk, and from time to time his eyes were attracted by the small beasts running in the forest, and he whispered:

"Vikris said we've been drifting west, seven days, enough time for us to get closer to Kalimdo, but I don't know if we'll ever have the chance to set foot on the homes of our fellow citizens."

"The elemental powers of this island are alive and well-being."

Sal replied to the question:

"They're responding positively, maybe I can summon an air elemental to help us explore the island, and if it's not far from Kalimdor, maybe I can call our people with the elemental, if the shamans can hear it."

"Then call quickly!"

Garrosh waved his sailor knife and cut the vines that stood in his way, and he turned back to Sal and said:

"Call now, I'll protect you."

"Go to the top of the mountain! Talented... The elementals there are the most active, and are not weakened by the entanglement of the jungle. ”

Thrall rolled his eyes and pointed to the highest peak on the island:

"We have to go there, and even if we can't summon our compatriots, we can easily see what this island looks like... Wait a minute! Hide! Fast! ”

Thrall whispered as he scurried into the bushes beside him, and Garrosh jumped to his feet, grasping the vines with agility, jumping onto the branches, hiding himself with the help of leaves, and the eyes of the two men were staring at the front, and between the concealment of the trees, there was a small stream flowing through the woods, and with the sound of the sluggies, like the sound of snakes, several Nagas appeared in front of the two orcs, which made them immediately nervous.

After Dai Lin's fleet was attacked by Naga, Sal and Garrosh had no good impression of these soft-bodied creatures of the deep sea, Garrosh clenched the weapon in his hand, and Sal began to quietly call the elements to hide the place where the two people were hiding, but at this moment, Garrush, who was standing on a high place, suddenly called out to his companions:

"Sal, look there! Naga, those Naga caught some trolls! ”

"Huh?"

Hearing this, Thrall cautiously stepped forward and looked at the Naga walking towards the sea in the distance, and sure enough, as Garrosh said, those Nagas drove some disgusting and noisy fishmen, and a few trolls in wooden armor were watched over by them in frustration, and those cunning and vicious fishmen used their weapons from time to time to hit those troll captives for fun.

After seeing the decorations on the trolls and the paint on their faces, a flash of thought flashed in Sal's blue eyes, and after a moment, he said to Garrosh, who was eager to take the plunge:

"Let's go get them back! Those trolls don't look like cannibals, they have their own civilization, maybe they're the natives of this island, they can help us..."

"Very good, I've been wanting to kill a few Naga for a long time."

Garrosh quietly climbed down the tree, handed Thrall the sailor's knife and wooden shield in his hand, and drew his tomahawk from his back, and whispered:

"Naga may have someone else nearby, don't use spells, let's sneak up and kill those softskin snakes! Do you know how to use a knife? Don't hurt yourself. ”

In the face of Garrosh's questioning, Sal held a knife in one hand and a shield in the other, and skillfully played with a knife, he rolled his eyes and said:

"Don't be stupid, Garrosh, I'm a gladiator, if you really want to fight, you may not be able to beat me."

"Good!"

The young orc warrior bared his teeth, a trace of bloodthirsty blood flashed in his eyes, and a moment later, just as the Nagas dispersed, two orcs roared and pounced out of the forest, and these low-level Nagas were caught off guard, and were cut down by Garrosh in two, Thrall waved his wooden shield and smashed it the face of a Naga witch, and the sharp sailor knife was thrown out with precision, piercing the last Naga who tried to escape.

Seeing that the helpers came, the trapped trolls also began to fight back, their hands were entangled in vines, but the trolls' nimble legs were like whips at this moment, and they were fiercely whipped on the heads of those fishmen who could only fight with the wind, and after the 5 Naga were hacked to death, the fishmen who still had the advantage in numbers immediately dispersed in a hurry, screaming and running to the sea.

They ran so fast that even Garrosh couldn't stop a few.

However, the results were not bad, as Thrall picked up his sailor knife and walked over to the vigilant trolls, who first gave a "gentle" smile to the trolls, and then slashed the vines from the trolls' hands.

But a new problem arises, Thrall and Garrosh have lived in the Human Empire for several years, and both of them are fluent in human language, and can stutter some elven language, but troll language... But they don't know anything, and the two sides can only communicate by gestures, and this task, the irascible Garrosh is not up to, and can only be handed over to Sal.

After a moment, Thrall said to his companion, who was looking warily at his companion with an axe:

"Well, if I'm not mistaken, these trolls are inviting us to their village... Judging by their pronunciation, these trolls are supposed to be a tribe called "Darkspear", and we are lucky that the tallest young troll is the big man of the Darkspear tribe, his name is... Woking, it should be this pronunciation, anyway, he was poisoned, that's why he was captured by Naga, and they are at war with Naga, so, do you think we are going to their village? ”

"Fighting the Naga? Very good. ”

Garrosh kicked Naga on the head at his feet, and he turned back to Sal and said:

"You are in charge of all this, I just want to fight a battle now to vent, Naga killed Vikreth, we have to kill at least 100 Naga to avenge him! We're 95 heads away! ”

"Okay, then let's go, go with them, the most fortunate thing is that their village is on the ridge, and there I can try to contact our compatriots, and if you're lucky, you'll soon be able to see your father."

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While Thrall and Garrosh were following their new friends to get acquainted with the island, on the eastern continent, the news of Dai Lin's death was like a cold wind blowing through the upper echelons of the entire human empire, which made the nobles who had been relieved by the war in the Arathi Heights feel a malice from the world again.

The details of that naval battle are still unknown, and the First Fleet of Kurtiras has set off for the sea where the accident occurred, but ironically, all this was heard from humanity's greatest adversary, the undead, so the credibility is very criticized.

But in any case, the catastrophe has happened, and now the human race can only accept it, and for Emperor Lothar, the trouble caused by Dai Lin's death has just begun, because he knows very well that there is not only Dai Lin in that fleet... Once Sal and Garrosh were also killed in that naval battle, everything was over.

"If the undead killed Dai Lin, there is still room for all this to turn around."

Emperor Lothar looked at the news sent back by the ** division of Modra**, who followed the First Fleet of Kurtiras, with great difficulty, which was inconclusive, but gave a very bad prediction.

"But on the contrary, according to the survey of the ** division of Dalaran, there is no trace of the undead activities there, but there are many corpses of Naga, and they are likely to die in the hands of Naga, which can only show that we are not well protected... From the most pessimistic point of view, the relationship between humans and orcs is about to get worse again. ”

"Maybe we can compile a..."

The clerk cautiously put forward his own proposal, but the emperor vetoed it.

"No, there can't be concealment in this kind of thing, we can't cover it up seamlessly, once the orcs find out the truth, things will only get worse."

"Your Majesty the Emperor, the Great Prophet of the Orcs is here."

One of the guards went into the room and reported the news to Lothar, who paused, stood up, straightened his clothes, and said to the guard:

"Mr. Drektar, please wait in the reception room, and I'll be there at once."

The Emperor's expression was regretful, apparently he thought that Drektar had come to question the disaster, but in fact, when he appeared in the reception room, he saw the old orc's expression covered with black cloth strips, very serene, and even a hint of joy, which made Lothar feel that things had turned around.

"Emperor of the Race, I have just received news from the shaman of Kalimdor through the elementals, that the two children of Thrall and Garrosh have escaped this disaster, they are now on an archipelago near Kalimdor, the exact situation is not yet known, but according to them, it was a noble human knight who saved the children of the tribe, and Thrall and Garrosh are the only two survivors of the catastrophe that currently exist."

The Great Prophet took a sip of tea and said slowly:

"I have informed my compatriots that they will send the details of the shipwreck back to the Eastern Kingdom as soon as possible... In addition, on behalf of the orcs, I would like to express my regret for the death of King Darein, who is a truly admirable warrior. ”

"Thank the Light."

The Human Emperor, who had been worried about this, prayed heartily at this moment, and after a moment, Lothar looked at the Great Prophet of the Orcs, he thought for a moment, and asked:

"So, Mr. Drektar, from what you see, the last time I consulted with you..."

"It's hard to say right now, the Emperor of Mankind."

The Great Prophet replied with some apprehension:

"I can't guess what the chiefs think, but the survival of Thrall and Garrosh will at least allow the two clans of Frostwolf and Warsong to continue to maintain the necessary goodwill towards humanity, but you need to understand that the orcs who migrated to Kalimdor are not the only two clans, Orgrim is getting older, and his control over the tribe is weakening day by day, although he himself is willing to help humans in the war against the undead, but the other chiefs don't necessarily think so."

"And..."

The Great Prophet hesitated for a moment, but finally presented the facts:

"And the tribe's development in Kalimdor has not always been smooth, although my compatriots have built several cities and enough settlements, but because of the most barren land on the continent, they need a lot of supplies, and the goblin merchant group is willing to help us, it is a surprise, but as far as I know, my compatriots have also been a little friction with the natives of the Kalimdor continent, those mysterious night elves, because of the timber resources."

"What do you mean?"

The Emperor asked, and the Great Prophet sighed, and he put down his teacup:

"I mean, even if my people are willing to help humanity, I'm afraid they will have the heart and power at this time, according to the news they sent back, the power of the Night Elves in Kalimdor is huge, and under the pressure of their carelessness, the new life of the orcs is not going well."

"Yes, I see."

Lothar sat in his chair, thinking about something, and eventually, his eyes blinked, as if he had made up his mind.

"So, Mr. Drektar, would you like to go on a trip with me in the near future?"

"Huh?"

The Prophet looked at the Human Emperor suspiciously, and the latter waved his hand to let the attendants on the left and right retreat, and only he and Drektar were left in the house before the Human Emperor revealed his plans and plans.

"There is a lack of a mediator between the orcs and the night elves, I have seen the future in Karazhan, believe me, we should take the initiative to promote peace between the two races, no, the peace of the three races, the undead are dangerous, but they are not the most dangerous, the most dangerous ones, have set their sights on this world."

"In the current situation, the human empire needs a proper rear, I don't know if we can survive these disasters in front of us, but for now, I am afraid that there is not much time left for us to hesitate, I plan to go to Kalimdor secretly, meet the rulers of the elves, and ask for their help, do you want to go with me?"