"They're gone..."

In the morning light of Mount Hyjal, the battlefield fell silent, and the demons who had lost their leader were finally repelled by the night elves who had paid a terrible price, and they were greeted by the coalition forces of Felwood Forest and the angry elves of Mount Hyjal.

But on this golden battlefield, the young people of the tribe were stunned.

In the midst of this dawn, their fathers have departed with the glory of atonement, and the arms that have been sheltering them from the wind and rain are gone, and then it is time for these young people, who are still very young, to meet the storm of the world, are they really ready?

Nobody knows...

Thrall stood with difficulty in the dawn light, his eyes closed, breathing in the air filled with the smell of gunpowder, and in front of him, Garrosh and Dranosh, who supported each other, Wagin with his sword, and Jorin, whose faces were gloomy, came to him in silence.

Nobody spoke... No one wants to speak at this time.

After a few minutes, Thrall opened his eyes, and he looked down at the hammer of destruction on the stone behind him, the warm sunlight reflected a beautiful halo on the surface of the black warhammer, and on the ground next to the hammer, a set of quaint and scarred black plate armor was stacked there, it was the armor of Grand Chief Orgrim, which he had created with his own hands in the world of Draenor.

Like the Hammer of Doom, this black plate armor is also his symbol.

"They asked me to take the place of the Great Chief..."

Sal said to his friends:

"But I don't know... I shouldn't have to, take it. ”

Garrosh, who was carrying a bloodroar battle axe, glanced at Sal, he stepped forward, held the black plate armor on the ground in his hand, and then walked up to Sal and handed him the plate.

"Put it on, Sal!"

Garrosh stared at the orc in front of him, who was even smaller than himself, and he said in a deep voice:

"Elves don't just give up... Their demigods are dead, their Grand Druids are missing, and while it has nothing to do with us, they won't let go so easily, the Horde needs a voice! ”

Dranoche and Yorin also stepped forward, Woking hesitated for a moment and also stepped forward, the three young men looked at Sal, and Jolin was the first to lean slightly towards Sal.

"My wise brother, if thou leadest, I will obey..."

Thrall's gaze looked at Dranosh again, the silent orc smashed his fist on the breastplate, this action represented everything, and Wojin, the young troll representing the Darkspear Clan, looked at Sal, and after a dozen seconds of staring, Woking bowed his head slightly and said in the old troll language:

"Death... I chose you, Great Chief. ”

"Uh..."

Thrall took a deep breath, he spread his arms and let the young men put the heavy armor on him, and in the light of the dawn, Thrall in black plate armor stretched out his right hand and held the heavy hammer of destruction in his hand, and at this moment, the elemental power flashed on his body, a blue thunderbolt danced on the warhammer, and then changed into crimson flames, dark blue water, and earthy yellow earth.

Thrall flicked his wrist as he looked at the Night Elves who had begun to gather in the distance, and he turned back to his brothers behind him and said:

"Then carry our spoils of war and our glory!"

"Let's meet them!"

"Take... In the name of the tribe! ”

On the other side, the legions of the Night Elves were already exhausted after a night of hard fighting, and the elven soldiers who had retreated from the battlefield supported each other back to the camp, and they looked around, many of their compatriots who had fought together against the demons had not been able to return, and on the branches of the World Tree in the distance, the elves flickered several times more often than before.

It represents the souls of the warriors who died in battle, returning to the World Tree, and between the cycle of life and death presided over by the World Tree, these souls will return to the civilization of the Night Elves in another form.

And surrounded by the priests of the Temple of the Moon, the tired High Priestess of the Moon, Lady Tyrande, rode on her own frostblade leopard, and she led an army in the direction of the battlefield. General Hazuki frowned and said to his mother:

"The half-dead mother, orcs and demigods have nothing to do with the disappearance of the father ... I've told you many times that I can prove their innocence. ”

"I know, Shantis."

Tyrande glanced at her haggard daughter, and she sighed:

"My poor child, you don't understand this, the orcs may be innocent, but for our countrymen, the truth does not mean everything... We need to get to work on the problems between the orcs and the Cadore, not just because of Cenarius or Malfurion, but also because of yours, Shantis. ”

"I believe you're privately contacting the Human Empire and the Orc Tribe to rescue Mount Hyjal out of loyalty, but many of the High Priests of the Moon Temple don't think so... My daughter, you are a little too reckless in this matter. ”

"Then let them come!"

A hint of decisiveness and gloom flashed across Santis's face:

"I've already guessed the ugly faces of those people, and I've been prepared for it... If it weren't for you, Mother, I would have taken them all a long time ago..."

"Enough! Shantis! ”

Tyrande's face changed drastically, and she scolded:

"The sharp blade in your hand is used to protect the people, not to provoke contradictions! It seems that I let you go too far, forget that terrible thought, and never remember it again! The Sentinel Corps cannot participate in the ideological strife of the upper echelons, which will directly cause a split among the people! ”

"Trust isn't everything! Mother! ”

General Santis did not obey her mother's intentions this time, and she retorted:

"You can't run a country with faith, open your eyes and see, Mother, the world is in the midst of great changes, every civilization is following the pace of change of the times, only we... Only we are blinded by faith, which unites our people, but also makes them lazy and depraved, and we also need to accept new thinking, Mother... We have to catch up, or we will be obsolete from this era! Punished by this change! ”

"You've had too much contact with people from the outside world, Shantis!"

The adoptive daughter's retort made the already bad mood of Lady Tyrande furious, and 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 made General Santis, who was already in a bad state of mind, completely explode, she grabbed her mother's wrist and shouted:

"Hasn't this war woken you up yet? The Luna is already disappointed in the way of Cadore, look at our soldiers, look at our people, Mother! The moon god has taken his eyes off us! ”

"Shut up!"

"Smack"

A loud slap slapped Santis in the face, causing General Hazuki's rebuttal to be abruptly interrupted at this moment, Santis stared blankly at her mother, and Tyrande's chest rose and fell, and she also looked at her waving hand a little blankly, she shouldn't have done this.

She's never done it before...

If the High Priest of the Moon was only heartbroken by his daughter's rebuttal before, then this moment was completely angry, about the Moon God Elune no longer answering the elves' prayers, this is the top secret in the Moon Temple, and now it is shouted out by Shantis in public, which is equivalent to directly detonating a bomb on this battlefield.

Several Luna priests quickly stepped forward and brought the lost soul of Santis. Hazuki escorted away, and Lady Tyrande looked at her daughter's lonely back, and her heart tightened at this moment.

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

"Block this news... We can't let the people hear any more bad news at this time. ”

Several high-ranking priests were ordered to leave, while the high priest continued to march towards the battlefield with his army, but just as they reached the edge of the battlefield, an exclamation continued to sound in the ranks of the elves, and Tyrande looked up and saw two young orcs carrying a huge head from the battlefield, the hideous head was the head of Malones, the destroyer of the demons.

These orcs really did it... They slain a great demon in the form of mortals... unimaginable.

Garrosh and Dranosh carried the head of Malones, and although they were seriously injured, at this moment, the young people puffed up their chests, and wherever the demon's head went, the Night Elves looked at them with astonishment and respect, reverence for the strong, and reverence for glory, which was a common emotion of all civilized races.

High Priest Tyrande hesitated before the demon head represented, she stretched out her hand and motioned for the army to stop where it was, and under the protection of several guards, the high priest pulled the reins and let the frostblade leopard carry her forward, she looked at Thrall and Yolin walking in front of the head, and Woking, the religious leader of the Night Elves, said in a calm voice:

"Orc, where is your Great Chief? I have something to ask him. ”

Jorin and Wojin looked at the powerful Night Elf lady in front of them, they glanced at each other, and then moved to the sides, while Thrall, dressed in black plate armor and armed with the Hammer of Destruction, took a step forward, his blue eyes looked at the Night Elf High Priest in front of him, and he whispered:

"Lady Tyrande..."

"Tribe, listen to you..."

————————————————

Three days later, the Valley of Wisdom in Orgrimmar City, the highest mountain in the city, where you can see the whole of Orgrimmar, as well as the red earth of Durontar, and the sea in the distance.

Varian. Dressed in civilian clothes and with his wife, Ureon was standing in front of a circle of stone monuments at the end of the Valley of Wisdom, and the king of the Stormwind Kingdom had come in his private capacity to mourn the tribal chiefs who had died in battle.

Privately, Varian's deep enmity with the orcs is hard to undo because his father died at the hands of the orc assassins, and his country has been breached by the orcs, but it was the blood debt of the old tribe, and now, those enemies are lying in the grave in front of him.

As a warrior, he can't deny the glorious death of the old chieftains of the tribe, the glory of being a warrior, so he must come here and pay his respects to these heroes, of course, this is only one of the purposes of Varian's trip, the war on the side of Ashenvale and Felwood Forest has entered the final strangulation period, and the scattered demons are not a threat at all, but considering the considerable number of demons, this war is still a long way from the final end.

There was another reason for Varian's arrival in Orgrimmar, to advance the alliance agreement signed between the orcs and humans, especially after the orcs had a new high chief and a new system of rule, and it became imperative to continue the agreement.

The cemetery in front of Varian's eyes has a strong orc style, with only a few simple stone tablets inscribed with the lives of the heroes lying here, and in front of the stone tablet, a hideous skull, the bones of Maronos, are placed here as a memorial to the glory of the heroes.

Varian stared at the stele in front of him, he seemed to see the scene of these orcs fighting the terrible Abyss Lord, he saw their bloody but unwilling to give up, he couldn't help but reach out and take his wife's finger, he whispered to Valeera, who was standing beside him:

"There are real heroes lying here, and hatred can't erase that, their battles are what I desire, and the glory they have won for themselves also makes me feel envious."

"Our forefathers won our freedom with their blood and sacrifice... They are called heroes, and this is a veritable compliment, and the courage we possess is nothing compared to them. ”

A deep voice rang out behind Varian, and the king turned to see Thrall alone, a young orc dressed in black plate armor with hideous scars that made him look more like a warrior than a shaman.

A smile flashed in Varian's eyes the moment he saw Sal, and he pointed to the skull in front of him and said to Sal:

"I also have one of these, it's not as big as yours, but it's a good collector's item, and I'm still thinking about what to do with it, but now it seems that maybe making that demon's head into a sculpture or a throne would be a good choice."

Sal blinked, and he shrugged:

"I've heard about your bet with Kane, and Kane still loses in the end... He was very unconvinced, the old cow was very irritable these days, and he kept emphasizing that the reason why he lost to you was because you had the advantage of weapons, and he said that this victory is not martial! ”

"But he still lost..."

Varian smiled:

"So, when is he going to come to New Stormwind to sign the Entente? I'll wait. ”

"That's the matter between you and Kane, the minotaurs are allies of the orcs, but we don't interfere with the choices of our companions... Speaking of which, you're not just here for this, right? ”

Sal looked at Varian, and he said:

"Is there something important?"

Varian nodded, he wiped his wife's waist, the latter nodded, turned and stepped into the shadows, leaving room for his husband and the orc chief to talk, and 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, have found something terrible over there..."

"Considering that we are already allies, I wanted to ask you, would you be interested in getting involved?"