The ticking of time will not stop with anyone's retention, and history has turned a new page and entered the dark door for 9 years.

It's been almost 2 years since the end of the Orc War, but the memories of the Orcs in the countries of the continent have not been erased, for the simple reason that in addition to those orc captives who were placed in a few prisoner of war camps in the Arathi Highlands and the Hillsbrad Hills, there are almost everywhere on the continent there are orc bandits wandering around.

It was 1 year and 6 months ago, when the Dark Portal opened for the second time, the orcs who entered Azeroth, but were forced to stay in this world because of the sudden closure of the Dark Door.

They are numerous, and they also need to survive, although the original gathering place of Thorn Valley is rich in vegetation and resources, but the most basic fishing and hunting life cannot feed so many orcs gathered together, not to mention, Thorn Valley is the traditional territory of the Gulabash trolls, and those trolls who still retain the barbaric head-hunting customs will not allow the orcs to occupy their territory.

The two sides often fought in the dense forest, but the Bloodring Orcs were also very brave, and they bravely withstood the attacks of the Gulabash trolls and opened a new city for the Orcs on the seashore of the Valley of Thorns, which was ruled by Kilrog, the chief of the Bloodring Clan, where most of the orcs were old and weak, and children, while the equally powerful Warsong, the Thunder King, and the Broken Hand Clan were unwilling to be subservient.

After settling the old and weak women and children, and helping the Bloodring Orcs fight off the trolls, they left the Valley of Thorns.

Currently, according to MI7, the closest to Stormwind Valley, the Warsong Clan is operating near the Arathi Heights, seemingly intent on liberating the prisoner-of-war camps where the orcs are being held, while the Broken Hand Clan is taking root in the barren lands northeast of the dwarven territory of Kazmodan, vying for control of the place with the malevolent Black Iron Dwarves and some exiled ogres.

The Thunder Kings went the furthest they went, and they went to Hinterland, where they built their own fortress in the unopened wilderness, becoming the third largest force in Hinterland after the Hammer Dwarves and the Trolls of the Evil Branch.

If you count the Dragonthroat Clan entrenched in the Grimbato City in the wetlands, the Blackstone Clan that occupies the Blackstone Tower in the Burning Plains, and the Frostwolf Clan that lives in seclusion in the Alterac Valley, almost all the big clans in the Draenor world have taken root in Azeroth, although life is a little harder, but it is much better than staying in Draenor and waiting for death.

And the human kingdom is not unaware of the threat of these wandering orc bandits, but just after the second war, the national strength of all countries has been damaged, and there is really no more strength to encircle and suppress these orcs between recuperation and recuperation.

So for a while, the two sides were like beasts licking each other's wounds, and when the injuries in the fight were almost healed, it would definitely trigger a new round of fighting, but that would be for later.

"Mommy, Mommy!"

At the edge of the jungle in Hinterland, the orc, who was cleaning up a wolf's fur in the sun, heard her son's call, put down the leather goods in her hand, looked up, and saw her son running towards her with a small wolf cub in tow.

Nora opened her arms and held her son in her arms, although he was only 2 years old, the orc child had grown into a tiger's head, and looked closely, and the former Wallock. Sarufar has a 7-point similarity.

"I saw Uncle Brooks, he came back from hunting and brought back many, many prey! We can eat meat! ”

The little orc opened his arms, his eyes full of excitement, and danced to describe how big and rich the prey was, and this happy gesture made his mother laugh too, and she put the little orc on the ground and patted him on the head:

"You have to be obedient and help your Uncle Blox's prey take care of the fur first, Dranoche, or there will be no meat to eat today!"

"But Sola is helping him!"

The little orc raised his head and retorted: "Sora alone is enough, I still want to play for a while, by the way, Mom, I went out with Sora yesterday and saw some dwarves in the forest!" Their beards are really ugly! There are also black burning sticks in their hands, and those fierce big birds... Griffin! I remember the name! ”

"What? Dwarf? How did they end up here? ”

Hearing her son's words, Nora immediately became nervous, Hinterland is a good place, rich in products, and there are enough prey, but the Brute Hammer dwarves here are very powerful, after the Thunder King clan migrated here, they have fought several battles with the dwarves, and the two sides are evenly matched, but after all, the Thunder King clan is small in number and stands on the disadvantaged side.

Nora hugged her son tightly, she crouched down, and nervously asked:

"Are the dwarves coming towards us? How many of them are there? ”

"Don't worry, Mom!"

Delañosh comforted his mother and whispered:

"Sora has already told the chief the news, and Chief Fenris himself took people to check it out, and it is said that those dwarves are there to fight trolls, but they are just passing by, and those trolls are uglier than dwarves! They often come to steal our food, by the way, Mom, tell me a little more about Daddy! ”

The little orc was tired of his mother's arms, and whispered:

"Is Daddy really going to be better than Chief Fenris? So why doesn't he be there for us to protect us? Sora told me that Daddy stayed in our world, Mom, where is our world? Far from Hinterland? ”

The expression on Nora's face became sad at the request, and she touched her son's head and whispered:

"Hasn't this story been told many times? Your father is a hero of the tribe, and there is no one more powerful than him, so he is waiting for you in Draenor, and when you are old enough to become a true warrior, you can ride your own wolf across the land... In the south, at the end of the south, there is a door there... Go through that door and you'll be back in our world. ”

"Delaenor, that world also has the same savannah as Hinterland, bigger and wider than Hinterland's grassland, you can't see the end at a glance, your father and I were born there, we met there, we got married..."

"Mom, why are you crying again?"

The little orc looked up and helped his mother wipe away her tears, and he said to her mother:

"Daddy must have broken you, he left us, he's a bad guy!"

"Don't say that!"

Nora's voice suddenly became stern, and she stared at her son, and said in a deep voice:

"Your father is a hero! His name is Wallock. Sarufar, no one can accuse him, and neither can you! You have to work hard to learn to fight with your Uncle Blox, become a brave hero like him, and then go to him instead of your poor mother... Ahem"

Before Nora could finish her words, she caused a violent cough, her health was not good, especially when she was pregnant and passed through the dark door, and that kind of irritable magic hurt her body even more, so that Nora, who was also a good hunter, could only stay at home and do some things to deal with fur.

But Rao is Hinterland's environment is very good, the air is also great, and the food is good, Nora's body is still weakening day by day, and Draranosh can't understand so much as a child, but Nora herself knows... She may be dying.

She held her son, the heir to her and her husband Wallock, the crystallization of their lives, and after she left, she did not know what fate Dranoche would have.

As someone who has lived through the Draenor disaster for 20 years, Nora has a very light view of life and death, but in the last period of her life, she will often climb to the top of the mountain, and on the top of Hinterland, she will try to look south, trying to see the impossible door, the door, which separates her from her husband.

"Sarufar, if you're still alive... Be strong and live, your son has been born, he will become a warrior like you, and one day, he will come to you... Tell you my thoughts and attachments in my place. ”

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"It worked!"

In the mage tower of the Watch Fortress, the disheveled Khadgar brandished a scroll of drawings full of magic patterns and shouted to the mages around him:

"We succeeded! We've got a complete grasp of how the Dark Gate is constructed and conducted! Soon, soon we'll be opening it! ”

This news immediately caused a sensation in the Watch Fortress, and the children of Lothar, who had long been determined to destroy the threat of the Dark Gate, were naturally excited, and other forces also learned the news from various sources.

Kudran had already returned to the Watch Fortress, and Aurelia was stationed in the Swamp of Sorrows. Windranger, and Danas, who has just set off from Fort Riptide. Thorbane, and Tulayan, who set off again with the paladins.

The sons of Lothar have never forgotten the oath they have made!

Later in the day, a human male in a black robe walked briskly into Khadgar's mage tower, and he politely said to the archmage:

"I heard the news of your success, and my host was also very happy, and he made a point to ask you if there was anything you needed, and he would provide it immediately."

"Oh, Olician, first say hello to Lord Presto for me."

Khadgar cleaned up his bad image and said to the messenger behind him without looking back, "I may need a piece of magic that can carry great magic power to open the rift in the dark door, and the rest, I will prepare it myself." ”

"Excellent! What you need will be delivered to you as quickly as possible. ”

The man named Olysian bowed and strode away, and as he vanished, Khadgar looked up, and a pair of calm eyes reflected in the mirror.

A year and a half ago, he had met with Lord Presto, and since then, Olysien had appeared at Khadgar's side as a liaison, and although he was as polite and deceitful as Lord Presto, the Archmage just didn't like him, for no reason, an instinctive disgust.

Khadgar always felt that beneath Olisian's deferential exterior was a dark soul... Although he has no evidence of this.

But hate to hate, in more than a year of research, the lord who was far away in Alterac helped him a lot, Khadgar had never seen such a generous, so wealthy nobleman, as long as he opened his mouth, even the rarest magic materials would be delivered to him as quickly as possible.

This responsive attitude made Khadgar feel a sense of urgency, the lord seemed to be very urgent about reopening the Dark Gate, and of course he had a good reason, the Book of Medivan was indeed the treasure of Alterac, and the lord who now mastered the kingdom of Alterac wanted to recover it.

But Khadgar doesn't seem to be that simple... That Lord Presto has a secret! And it has a lot to do with the Dark Portal or the world of Draenor behind it, there is no doubt about it.

Other than that...

"I don't know if it's a delusion..."

After Khadgar cleaned up his gray hair, he looked in the mirror and muttered, "I always feel like this year and a half has gone by very quickly... It's like a blink of an eye. ”

After standing still for a few minutes, Khadgar shook his head:

"No matter! Tomorrow, tomorrow we will start setting up the circle and prepare to pass through the Dark Gate! ”

He walked to the edge of the Mage's Tower, looked at the dark door in the distance, and whispered:

"I don't know what kind of changes have taken place in the world behind the door in the past year and a half..."

Khadgar didn't notice that with his movements, a yellow light like an hour hand flashed behind him, his time seemed to be cut off from the time of the outside world, and it was passing abnormally fast, obviously, it was not only the Sons of Lothar and Lord Presto who were anxious about opening the dark door... There are other, more mysterious powers.