As Aurelia walked out of the Windranger Tower, she was stopped by a woman wearing black chainmail.

The two of them stood on the grass of the Windranger Manor, their bodies and cheeks were so similar, except for Aurelia who had long blond hair, and the woman in front of him had chic short hair, they were almost carved out of a mold.

"Sylvanas, what do you want to say to me?"

Aurelia calmly looked at her sister, the second sister of the three Windranger sisters, the proudest and most extreme girl in the Windranger family, and also an elite ranger who insisted on seeing her mother as her goal and vowed to surpass it.

Faced with the eldest sister's questioning, Sylvanas. Windranger pursed his lips and put his backhand on the bow behind his back, but didn't say a word.

This undisguised confrontation posture made Aurelia, who had already made a choice and regained her calmness, a little impatient, she reached out and rubbed her forehead, and said in a deep voice:

"I'm busy, don't waste my time... Younger sister. ”

"Mother chose you in the end!"

Sylvanas spoke, her voice more fierce and unwilling than Aurelia's calm, she stared at the red, wide, ancient and powerful warbow that Aurelia was carrying behind her back, it was the inheritance mark of the Windranger family, representing the power of the Windranger patriarch, known as the artifact of Sastora.

Legend has it that this bow was crafted thousands of years ago by Quel'Thalas's most famous bow maker, from the branches of the High Elves' mother, Tree Sas Allah, and has been held by every Ranger General, the Windranger Patriarch, for thousands of years, and countless souls have died under this bow.

It has become a symbol and legend of the Windranger family.

"She gave you Sastrola... So, you're going to be the next Ranger General too, right? ”

Sylvanas took a deep breath, she looked at her sister, her eyes beating with unwillingness, anger, disappointment, and a touch of helplessness, and finally, her fingers removed from the warbow, she turned around, and whispered:

"That's what I've been pursuing all my life, but unfortunately, I ended up failing in front of you... I can only congratulate you, sister. ”

Sylvanas clenched her fists and headed out of the manor, but she had barely taken two steps before Aurelia called out.

"Sister..."

"What else do you want to say?"

Sylvanas looked back at her sister:

"Make a winner's declaration?"

"No"

Aurelia shook her head:

"It wasn't my mother who chose me, Sylvanas, Tyrion chose me, he recommended me to Prince Kael'thas and he used his life to fulfill our childhood promise... But I refused. ”

"What did you say?"

A trace of shock jumped in Sylvanas's eyes: "You rejected the inheritance of the Ranger General? That's been your dream since you were a child! ”

"But I suddenly don't want to be a ranger general, and the commander can't bring back the people who have left."

Aurelia took a deep breath, her fingers darting, the dagger that Tyrion had used when she was killed fell into the palm of her hand, she reached for the blonde hair that always obscured her left eye, and the red dagger in her other hand went up.

"Huh"

The blonde strand was cut off, exposing Aurelia's obscured left eye to the air, and on the equally beautiful left eye, there was a sky-blue war streak that spanned half of her face, which did not spoil the beauty of this face, but only added a touch of wild charm to her, and on her neck, the blood-stained pendant was so conspicuous.

"Tyrion says the war paint isn't pretty, so I don't want to show it to too many people... But now, it doesn't matter. ”

Aurelia opened her hand, the blonde hair in her hand fluttering in the wind, she walked towards her sister who refused to admit defeat, and as she passed by her side, a sincere smile appeared on the corner of Aurelia's mouth:

"Go, Sylvanas, you will inherit your mother's place, and although I took Sardora with me, I believe that you will still be a good Ranger General."

"What about you?"

After more than ten seconds, Sylvanas, who finally accepted the shocking news, turned around suddenly, she looked at the eldest sister who had already ridden the war horse behind her, and she asked in a loud voice:

"Aurelia! What are you going to do! ”

"Me?"

Aurelia reached out and pulled her Ranger hood upward, covering most of her face in shadows, making her voice hoarse and muffled.

"I'm going to go on with my destiny..."

"The orcs have taken my Tyrion, and in the rest of my life I will kill every orc I see! I'm going to drive those beasts back to their world once and for all! ”

"I've lost the most important thing, and I'm not going to allow myself to lose anything else... Tyrion always says he wants to be a troll killer, so... Just let me be a... Orc killer bar. ”

"Restored"

Amid the neighing of Queldore's warhorse, Aurelia with the bow of Sastora vanished into the path of the Eternal Song Forest, as if she had completely entered another diverted fate. Windranger gets the position of general she craves, but the proud lady can't be happier.

"I don't want your charity! Aurelia! ”

Sylvanas shouted into the deserted forest, "I will prove to be better than you in the end!" ”

"Aurelia... Protect yourself! ”

As the shout echoed through the forest, Sylvanas's eyes were already stained with tears.

She and her younger sister Wen Lesa were like two abandoned girls, leaning alone on the railing of the manor, and the newly adult Wen Lesa looked in the direction of the eldest sister's disappearance, her fingers caressing her right arm, where there were also strips of black cloth representing mourning.

"Second sister... Brother Tyrion... I'm so sad to be dead, and my brother wrote me a letter, and he's sad too, you know, he's always admired Brother Tyrion. ”

"Well, he's dead... So we're going to take his share... Keep alive and eventually become like him. ”

"But don't you hate Brother Tyrion very much? Second sister."

"Alas... It's not annoying anymore. ”

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On the other side, just as the three sisters of the Windranger family finally went on to different fates, an important conversation was going on in the middle of the continent, extremely far away from Quel'Salas, in a land full of swamps, beasts, and assassins on both sides, in a captured fortress.

Grimbaatar, a typical dwarven city, is located underground, founded by the Hammer Dwarves who split in the Battle of the Three Hammers 300 years ago, but in the later stages of the Battle of the Three Hammers, the fortress was cursed by the Black Iron Dwarves who were unwilling to fail, so the Hammer Dwarves had to continue to migrate north, and finally settled in the Eagle's Nest Mountain.

Now, this strong but dark fortress has belonged to the orcs, and it has become the most important stronghold of the orc tribe in the middle of the continent, in this city, there are at least 70,000 orcs, plus more than 120,000 orcs who are still attacking the recalcitrant dwarven army in Kazmodan, which is also Ogrim. The most elite force under the leadership of the Great Chief of the Hammer of Doom.

"Click, click"

The dark fortress underground was always a little damp, so the orcs used to put braziers in stone houses to keep warm, and at this time, in the light of the dancing flames of this brazier, in the room of the Great Chief, Orgrim was discussing with several clan chiefs about the Amani trolls.

"I think Sarufar should be given some punishment!"

An old orc, who sat at the bottom, whispered:

"As a result of his incompetent failure, Zurkin was killed, and although we brought back Zurkin's corpse, I don't think the unruly Amani trolls will join us because of a corpse! The plan of the union has been ruined, Ogrim, are you turning a blind eye to it? ”

In the face of this implicit malicious questioning, the High Chief Orgrim, who was from the Blackstone Clan, was noncommittal in the chair at the top, and his appearance was no different from that of ordinary orcs, most notably his brown skin.

This means that the Great Chief has not drunk the blood of demons, he has not been infected by the blood of evil powers, he is a pure-blooded orc!

Thanks to the Blackstone Clan's excellent blacksmithing skills, the Great Chief wore a set of black plate armor forged by himself, and at his side, holding his family heirloom weapon, a warhammer that was said to have been blessed by the elements.

Hammer of Doom! A weapon that will strike fear into the hearts of countless enemies on the battlefield!

"Zuluhid, it's been almost 1 year since I handed over the artifact we found to you!"

Orgrim opened his mouth to talk about something else, and the Grand Chief's voice was low, echoing through the room, full of power:

"As a result, you only brought me a few disobedient young dragons... This little dragon is not helpful in the war at all! You still have the face to accuse Sarufar... At least Walok hacked the murderer to death and avenged Zulkin! ”

"Hmph, the Great Chief is right!"

A clan chieftain with a hideous bone staff in his hand, who had lost his right eye, his face and body covered with oil paint, and his black hair tied into pigtails, said in a shadowy way:

"Speaking of incompetence, except for the waste of Guldan, it's you, Zurushid! In the Blood Ring Clan, a guy like you who can't make a fortune will be thrown into a beast cage by us! ”

"Bang"

The taunted patriarch of the Dragonthroat Clan, Zuluhid the Dragon Trainer, slammed his fists on the table, and he didn't dare to complain to the growing Great Chief, so he targeted the one-eyed orc:

"Kilrog! It seems that you have forgotten your clan's fiasco in the war against those Gulabash trolls in the Valley of Thorns, may I remind you how many times Danmoro has made your clan taste defeat by the copperbearded dwarves who are still stubbornly resisting? ”

"Bang"

A blood-red war knife slashed the table, and this time on behalf of the Thunder King Clan and the Blacktooth Laughing Clan, who attended the meeting. The black hand couldn't hold back any longer, his eyes were full of anger, and he stared at Zulushid:

"How dare you slander the Overseers of Sarufar? How dare you slander a true hero! You coward! Come! Have a Makogora and I'll cut off your head with my own hands! ”

"Hey! The little mad dog of the black hand! Whom do you bark at? ”

The other old orc, who had been sitting on the edge, naked and braided, with his white hair in braids, stood up sharply and pulled out the sword behind his back, the chief of the Fireblade Clan, Elder Dahl. The Triple Blood Blade said in a deep voice:

"Want to use this Juggernaut blade to show your might? You're not qualified enough! ”

"Enough!"

"Bang"

The black-gray war hammer slammed into the table in front of him in the anger of the Great Chief, and the hard stone table cracked a shocking crack as a result, and this sudden outburst made the other chiefs quiet, and the Great Chief Orgrim snorted dissatisfiedly:

"This is the place for deliberations, there is going to be a fight, get out of here!"

Seeing that the Great Chief was angry, everyone fell silent, and Orgrim's reputation in today's orc tribe has almost reached the point of being a word, compared to the first generation of the Great Chief Blackhan. After the repeated failures of the Black Hand, after receiving the command of the tribe, it took only 1 year for Orgrim to conquer half of the continent with the rampaging orcs.

Now, as long as the army of the last human Seven Nations Alliance is defeated, the entire continent will become the new home of the orcs!

No one dared to provoke Orgrim at this time, and the chiefs of their respective clans did not even dare to complain, they were afraid that if Orgrimmar gave an order, the warriors who originally belonged to their respective clans would abandon the chief and fall under the command of the Grand Chief.

"You're all done arguing, now it's time for me to speak!"

The Great Chief sat back in his chair, his back looking so large like a mountain in the light of the fire that danced on either side, and a hint of cunning flashed in Orgrim's eyes on the orc's usual rugged cheeks.

"I don't think Sarufar has failed, in fact, I think a dead Zurkin is better than a living Zurkin. What's more, Zurkin died at the hands of the High Elves, which is the feud of Amani trolls, and with a little guidance, thousands of trolls in the forest will become the best cannon fodder for the tribe... By the way, what did Amani's envoy say? ”

Kilrog, the chief of the Blood Ring Clan, replied in a low voice:

"They are willing to join us, but only if we help them breach Silvermoon City, and give them the corpse of the elf, and sacrifice Zurgin, but Sarufar is stuck there, unwilling to let the trolls near the corpse. He said that the elf was a warrior, who had died in glory, and that he should not be so humiliated by the trolls. ”

"Stupid! Glory? What age is this, Sarufar's brain is broken! Giving the corpse to the trolls will make them..."

Zuluhid began to taunt again, but this time, the chief of the Fireblade Clan, the old sword saint dar, who was still arguing with Red just now. The triple blood blade jumped up violently, and pulled out the flaming blade Sankesu behind him, and the blade pointed directly at Zulushid, scolding:

"Shut up! You rotten garbage in the mud! Have you lost your own glory, and have not allowed others to possess it? ”

This roar made Zuluhid immediately shut his mouth, the Sword Saint of the Fire Blade Clan was recognized as the most capable madman in the tribe, he didn't dare to argue with Old Dahl head-on, and the old Sword Saint saw that Zulu Heed was soft, and snorted disdainfully, he looked at the Great Chief, and said in a deep voice:

"On this matter, I support Sarufar! We've avenged the trolls, they shouldn't have asked for so much! ”

"Well, that's what I think..."

Orgrim nodded, and stopped talking, his eyes leaping with thought, and at this time, no one dared to disturb him.

"And what about the corpse?"

A few minutes later, Kilrog cautiously asked:

"Gul'dan came to me yesterday, and he said that his research on war weapons is almost over, and he needs some corpses of other races to do research, and the corpse of the High Elves is what he needs, but we only have that Ranger in our hands."

"Then give it to him!"

Ogrim closed his eyes:

"This is for the victory of the Horde, this is a glorious sacrifice, I am sure, Sarufar will understand."

"Go ahead!"