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"Buzz"

A curtain of blue light shone in the cold weather of the northerly tundra, and on the edge of the new city of the Draenei, a teleportation node was activated, and between the convergence and sparkle of magic, the doors of space were torn apart little by little.

"It's cold."

The first to walk out of the door was Thrall armed with a one-handed hammer and shield, and as soon as the young Overseer stepped through the portal, he sensed the unwelcoming climate of Northrend, the cold wind beating at his skin mercilessly, and the wind still burrowed into his armor from every corner despite wearing warm clothing.

As a shaman, when he stepped into this land, Thrall felt that the elements here were abnormally active, and compared to the rest of the world, the elements here were even active to the level of "madness".

This is clearly not normal.

"Orcs!"

And the moment he saw Thrall walk out of the portal, the draenei guards guarding the edge of the portal grabbed their weapons, compared to the hatred between humans and orcs, the grudge between draenei and orcs is already a real blood feud, it is a centuries-long mutual conquest between the two races, in the turmoil of the world of Draenor, the draenei were killed by the rampaging orcs almost one in ten, and the cities they established in that world were all destroyed by the orcs.

In fact, if it weren't for the high garrison Marrad still retaining his sanity, the garrisons here would have rushed forward with weapons to give Sal a good time.

Although, Thrall, who was born and raised in the New World, has nothing to do with hatred and war, his race is solved, and he has had to carry these since he was born... These heavy stuff.

The undisguised hostility of the Draenei was keenly felt by Sal, who held his left hand on the hammer at his waist.

"Well, this place... I don't seem to be welcome. ”

"Calm down, Draenei friends!"

Then everyone who walked out of the portal saw the tense scene in front of them, and the Modra ** Division, who had been sent by Dalaran to assist the Draenei in surveying the terrain, stepped forward and said to the great garrison who was looking at them indifferently:

"This orc is well-intentioned, he is also one of the members of this operation, and his mastery of elemental spells can help us quickly navigate through the snow."

"The Draenei are willing to help the Human Empire because you have helped us."

Marrad glanced at Thrall, and he turned his gaze to his human friends in front of him, and said:

"But you didn't inform us in advance, and there are orcs joining the operation, you should know about the Draenei and the orcs... Grievances. ”

"Can you put your grievances on hold for a while?"

Armed with two knives, Tamred. Prodmore interrupted the dispute between Modra and Malad with the impatience characteristic of a young man, and he looked left and right at the surrounding terrain, and he said in a deep voice:

"Where's my sister? That's all I care about right now! ”

"Lady Gianna in the harbor, we have prepared for you ships that can quickly cross the frozen sea between the borean tundra and the keel wilderness."

Marlad, who was also a well-informed man, took one last look at Thrall, turned around, and motioned for the garrisons to step away.

"But only this time, the city of the Draenei, will never again welcome orcs, especially... The miscellaneous and liars of the Frostwolf Clan! ”

This obvious hostility made Thrall's face change slightly, and he wanted to say something, but was stopped by Wojin, who was about to be promoted to Shadowhunter, and as a priest of Loa, who was about to be promoted to Shadowhunter, young Woking didn't need to look back, he could feel the energy reverberating near this place, and the direction of those energies' attacks was obviously directed at them.

"Follow me!"

The Grand Garrison carried the purple crystal warhammer behind him and walked briskly forward, and in a few minutes, they came to the port of the Draenei, these people of the stars from another world were very good at masonry architecture, and they designed a port that was even more beautiful than the port of Bolralis in Kurtilas.

Of course, the area and efficiency of the two are not the same.

On the docks of the harbor, a galleon embellished with jewels was moored in the turquoise waters mixed with ice floe, and there were some special devices on the ship that looked like the technology used by the Draenei, and on the deck of the ship, a lady with a dark field hood, wearing a blue-and-white robe, holding a staff, turned her head when she heard the movement, and her beautiful face was full of anxiety.

Her long golden hair fluttered in the wind, and she beckoned to the crowd on the shore, shouting:

"Come on! We have no time to waste. ”

The elite warriors from several human kingdoms and Dalaran quickly jumped on the ship, the team of more than 30 people was distributed on the deck, and the last person to board the ship was a little surprising, the great garrison officer Marrad said something to the garrison officer on the dock, and then walked along the ship's board and walked up to the deck, which made the ** division Modra a a little surprised, her eyebrows curled upward, and asked:

"This is? Are you going to come with us, too? ”

"This is the Prophet's request."

The brave Draenei Warrior tilted his neck a little unnaturally, his gaze always wandering on Thrall from time to time:

"We have experience exploring the Dragonbone Wilderness, you need a guide too, and most importantly, I'm ordered to protect you... That's it. ”

"Boom"

The Delaney sailors activated the switch on the ship, and after a buzz, the underwater propeller was quickly activated, and with the skilful manipulation of the sailors, the ship crossed the coastal ice floe at great speed, and rushed in the direction of the keel wilderness in the freezing fog of the sea.

"We'll land from Walrus Harbor, which is nearly a hundred kilometers away from where the dark magic floats, and it could take hours of rapid marching in a straight line."

The Grand Garrison spread out a simple map and placed it on the table in front of everyone, and his fingers tapped on two places on the map:

"This road is the closest, but there are risks, the dark kingdom that the spider demons have built underground, there is an exit on this road, although after most of the activities of the spider demons were destroyed by the scourge undead, the activities of the spider demons are very rare, but it still can't rule out the interference of those underground people, it is a difficult guy to deal with."

"Why not go overland?"

Tamred leaned against his sister, looking at the map, and asked in a low voice:

"The overland journey should be shorter."

"Because the spider demons, after being defeated by the undead, all moved from the underground to the northeast of the borean tundra, where there is an above-ground city of theirs. The path from the ground to the Dragonbone Wilds has been blocked by the Spider Demons. ”

The chief garrison officer said with a gloomy face:

"First the spider demons, then the demons, and the undead are also trying to enter the North Wind Plain, and the peace has only lasted less than 3 years, which is really frustrating."

"I can communicate with the elemental spirits and let us move quickly through the snow."

Thrall's voice rang out from behind the crowd, and Gianna turned around and smiled at the young orc:

"Thank you, Sal, I never thought you could do this for Arthas."

"It's for peace."

Sal shook his head, he glanced at Malrad, who had a cold face, and said:

"Besides, Arthas is my friend, and we were under his care when we were in Lordaeron, and we fought side by side."

"Huh, friend?"

As soon as the orc's words fell, the big garrison snorted coldly, smashed the drawing pen in his hand on the table, and turned to leave, this action made the people around look at each other, and the conversation was stopped.

The Grand Garrison walked to the edge of the ship, he looked at the sea blocked by the white freezing mist, his pale blue eyes shone with some inexplicable emotions, in normal times, he was not such a person, but Sal appeared at this critical moment, so that the anger that was suppressed in his heart could no longer be maintained.

In other words, he didn't mean to target Thrall, but the frostwolf insignia on Thrall's armor and his Durontan face reminded him of his unbearable past.

"You hate me, I can feel it."

A deep voice rang out behind the Grand Garrison, and Marad jerked his head to see the young orc standing behind him, who was looking at him with his own eyes, which were not too resentful, but more curious.

"Is it my clan or my looks that angers you? Why? Can you tell me? ”

"You ought to go back and ask your father, orc, and let him tell you about the blood on their hands, and that we welcome your fathers with kindness, and what about them?"

Malrad's fists clenched, and he looked at the young orc viciously as his bone fingers and steel intertwined:

"They responded to us with deception and war! You all deserve to die! Orcs deserve to die! Especially the miscellaneous pieces of the Frostwolf Clan! ”

"I don't understand this!"

Faced with the sudden outburst of anger from the Great Garrison, Sal subconsciously took a step back, but he still gritted his teeth and said:

"I was born in Azeroth, I haven't seen my parents since I was born, I only found my people when I was 12 years old, no one told me what they had done in the past, you look like an insider, can you tell me?"

"Huh?"

Marlad's eyes narrowed:

"Durotan is your father, I can tell the figure of the liar from your face, but he is dead? How did he die? Never mind... It doesn't matter, all I can say is, die well! ”

"Enough!"

Sal stepped forward, his fists clenched, and he shouted:

"You are not allowed to insult my father! Draenei! ”

"You think your father is a hero?"

Marrad looked at Sal mockingly:

"You want to know what that crumb did in the past? Very well, I'll tell you, and I hope you won't feel ashamed of having his blood in your veins..."

"Thirty-five years ago, before the war between the Orcs and the Draenei began, we were already aware of the changes that had taken place within the Orcs, and at the behest of the Prophet, we began to strengthen our internal defenses... My sister and I were in Tamor, a small city near the Nagrand Meadows, the border city of the Draenei, and we hid the location of the city with relics to avoid friction with the orcs. ”

The Grand Garrison squinted his eyes and looked at the sea, telling the young orcs the story of those years:

"But one day, two young orcs, as old as you, got lost, were chased by a group of fierce ogres, and after being wounded, they accidentally fell outside the city defenses of Tymor, and my people saved them, because in the culture of the Draenei, we can't die without saving, do you know who they are?"

Marlad looked back at Sal, and he said word for word:

"Durotan and Orgrim, familiar, right? Your father, and the war maniac who invaded this world, we saved them and left them to recuperate in the city for a few days, and our children played with them and even became "friends", but in the moment we didn't realize it, those two cunning bastards figured out the blind spot of the city's defensive relics. ”

"How did they repay us for saving our lives when we sent them away and gave them enough food and supplies? Thrall... Oh, the human word for "slave", this name suits you very well, you are atoning for your father's sins, maybe. ”

"What did they do?"

Sal's face turned ugly, he had already guessed the end of the story, but he wished to hear it with his own ears, and under his questioning, Malrad closed his eyes in agony, and he whispered:

"They have attracted the army of black hands, those violent orcs who have drunk the blood of demons, I saw with my own eyes, those two dog miscellaneous took the orcs into the blind spot of the city's defense, at that moment, the city hidden under the protection of the holy relics was thus exposed to the bloodthirsty monsters, just one day and one night, Tymor... destroyed, along with 130,000 of them. ”

The Grand Garrison's fist slammed into the black side of the ship, and his voice grew deeper and deeper.

"What did I see when I returned from Shattrath City? My city was set ablaze by flames, and in that ruin, the mutilated corpses of my people, my people, the innocent children... And my sister, my only relative. ”

"From that day on, I swore that I would avenge all the Draenei who had died! I want to avenge the heavenly spirits of all my countrymen! No one can take away my compatriots anymore... The only remaining relatives of mine,"

Marrad looked back at Thrall, his eyes bloodshot, he looked at the young orc, at the pain and despair that glistened in his eyes, and the Grand Garrison suddenly felt a thrill of revenge at this moment, even though he shouldn't have done it.

"You think your father is a hero? No, he's just a butcher, no different from those orc butchers who deserve to go to hell, don't you think I shouldn't hate you? Tell me, Sal, do you think the blood that flows in your body is noble? ”

Sal staggered back in the face of Marrad's bloody questioning, and the image of the great and noble father that the elder Drektar described to him collapsed at this moment, he did not think that Marrad would lie to him, and besides, there was still a party to this matter.

"I... I'll go to Grand Chief Orgrim and ask for clarification. ”

Under Marrad's gaze, Sal said with difficulty, "I'll figure it out, if that's the case... If this really is... I will, I will repay my father..."

"No, you don't!"

The Grand Garrison closed his eyes and walked to the cabin, where the shores of the Dragonbone Wilderness were already visible at the end of his vision.

"We don't need your atonement, no one will accept your atonement, orcs, the blood of 130,000 compatriots stained my eyes red, I won't believe you anymore, never want to wash away your wounded blood, that is a sin that can never be washed away!"

"You guys... Sinner! ”