Lexa, this is an outlier among the orcs of the tribe.

Many people have heard of his name, but few have actually seen him, and he is dressed in a peculiar way, with two battle axes that are said to be magic weapons, and a strange black wolfskin helmet that covers a small half of his face, making him look like a bat mask.

He's still a half-orc, yes, the same half-orc as Garona, maybe the two of them are the absolute representatives of all half-orcs, but the fate of both is actually just as bad.

Garona is a hybrid of draenei and orcs, and Lexa is a hybrid of ogres and orcs, compared to the rare hybrid of Garona, Lexa's bloodline is actually not unusual, in Tarongol in the world of Draenor, there is a reclusive small clan called Moknassa, which is full of ogres and orcs, they refuse to join the tribe, refuse to communicate with other orcs.

But the orcs of the Moknassar clan are generally tall and strong, and the ogre bloodline gives them unparalleled strength, and they are good hunters and are among the best hunters of Draenor.

Before the first invasion of Azeroth, the savage Blackhan forcibly demanded that Moknassar join his tribe, and the chieftain of Moknassa's clan, Leolox, refused this rude request, and the two sides almost went to war, at that time, Lexa, the son of Chief Leolos, took the initiative to stand up, he wanted Blackhan to show his loyalty and was willing to fight for him, and the price was to spare the Moknassar clan.

Blackhan agreed to this request because of Lexa's prowess, and Lexa followed the brutal chief into Azeroth.

He should have been a great performer, but unfortunately, it was the dark period when the Shadow Council was in power, and these vicious warlocks forced Lexar to join them, and when the latter refused, these warlocks designed to kill him, and Lexa escaped, but unfortunately, Harasa, a brother-like wolf who grew up with him, was killed by the warlocks.

Because of this incident, Lexa began to dislike Blackhan's tribe, and he asked for orders to lead a team away from the frontal battlefield, fighting guerrilla warfare with those trolls in the dangerous Valley of Thorns, and even seized the position of Grand Chief in Orgrim, and sincerely invited Lexa to return to the battlefield, but he refused.

This mighty orc warrior is arrogant, stubbornly believing that the beasts that accompany him are more reliable than the so-called "civilized world".

After Orgrim's defeat, Lexa returned to Draenor, but was rejected by the Moknassar clan for disobeying his father's orders, and he could only become a wanderer, and then heard about the secrets of the Draenor orcs and draenei, as well as rumors of the inevitable arrival of demons, and for the sake of his world and those who had abandoned him, Lexa once again joined the tribe of Neozu.

"Listen to me, Lexa, I've heard about what the Shadow Council has done to you, and I know that you have a grudge against the Horde in your heart, and that's normal."

Neozu shoved a rolled scroll of animal skins into Lexa's hand, and said to the reclusive orc warrior:

"I don't ask you to forgive us, but since you are willing to fight with us, it means that you are also willing to contribute to your world, this is the map of Azeroth that Sarufar brought back, on the other side of this continent, on the opposite side of the Endless Sea, there is a continent in the wilderness, the area is not smaller than this continent, and most importantly, there is no human power there!"

"With the ogres loyal to you, go find there and explore there!"

Neozu straightened up, and Lexa bent down before he touched the shoulder of the tall orc, and the old shaman said with a hint of weariness:

"If our adventure in Draenor fails, the world... The continent you find will become the last new world for the orcs..."

This request revealed Naozu's lack of confidence, and it was clear that the old shaman had no confidence in his partner at all, and he was only forced to take a risky move out of desperation.

"How can a few artifacts be used alone... Alas, maybe I really... It's really old. ”

Neozu's body seemed to be a little more clumsy, and he muttered a few words, then turned to leave Lexa's tent, and the silent tribal warrior looked at the scroll in his hand, thinking of his relatives in the world of Draenor, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes under his strange black wolf skin mask.

On the other side, Grom's hand-picked Warsong warriors rode on the mighty bipedal wyvern, led by more than 20 Darkblade Knights, and made rapid progress towards the northern frontier.

Byoped Wyverns are flying beasts endemic to the world of Draenor, these monster-like mounts have two slender snake-like heads, are extremely ferocious, and some gifted bipedal wyverns can even breathe fire, their heads have curved horns, wings spread out unusually large, and scorpion-like tails.

These beasts are very dangerous, similar to the griffons of the Alliance, they are all near the top of the food chain in the air, and their short-range flight ability is as fast as that of griffins, but when it comes to long-distance flights, the extremely endurance bipedal wyvern can fly without sleep for 3 days, completely leaving the griffin behind.

As for the Darkblade Knights, led by Glokush, he wielded the silent Necromantic Dragon Death Knell, carrying the Death Knights who had surrendered to him, and flew directly over the rebuilding city of Stormwind by the nearest aerial distance.

In just three days, they crossed most of the continent and came to the Hillsbrad Hills, where they had finally landed at the remote foothills of Talenmere and the Alterac Mountains.

"Whoa"

The exhausted Wyverns were reluctant to move forward even if they were whipped, and the equally tired orcs were in dire need of rest, and although Grom was very agitated, he could only order a day's rest in the face of this situation.

Of course, the Death Knights did not have this kind of trouble, and after leaving a team of Death Knights on guard, Grokush personally led 6 Death Knights along the remote and difficult mountain road, and rushed into the chaotic Alterac Mountains.

Despite being blessed with a fertile landscape like the Hillsbrad Hills, the royal family of Alterac had chosen to base their capital on a cold mountain range for security reasons, which was a brilliant idea, and at least for hundreds of years, no amount of unrest had threatened the mountain city, which was shrouded in cold winds and blizzards.

Of course, it is impossible for the nobles to stay in this ghost place for a long time, so in addition to the royal family, there are actually very few residents here, most of the residents of Alterac are concentrated around Talenmere and Southsea Town, this scattered population also leads to the weak manipulation of the domestic nobles by the Alterac royal family, and the result of endless infighting is that the overall national strength of the Alterac Kingdom belongs to the weakest column in the alliance.

"Alterac City..."

Grokush stood in the cold and windy col, looking at the snow-soaked city in the distance, the city built in this hellish place must not be as huge as Lordaeron City or Stormwind City, in fact, the area of Alterac City is small, only a quarter of Lordaeron City, but this city is a real fortress city, with high walls that lock the road to the depths of the Alterac Mountains.

Moreover, this city is very chicken thieves, and all three sides are shrouded in near-vertical mountains, and it is almost impossible to raid it.

This situation made Grokush feel a little tricky, even though he was only nominally assisting Grom. Hellroar obtains the artifact, but in fact, as an old member of the first to join the Knights of the Darkblade, Tyrion did not hide his plans from him at all, and in Tyrion's future plans, whether it is the Book of Medivan, the Eye of Dalaran, or the Scepter of Sargeras, they are all very important strategic materials.

The Death Knight didn't even think about helping the orcs build a civilization, Tyrion's purpose was simple, that is, to get the orcs to help him retrieve these things, and... The tribe is worthless, and when they return to the other side of the Dark Gate, a large necromantic legion will be waiting for them in Draenor, and then the tribe led by Neozu will also become part of the necromantic legion...

This is probably the last step of the two sides of the void and the snake, no one knows better than Glokush what kind of guy Tyrion is, and even sometimes the orc death knight himself will wonder if Tyrion has completely fallen into death, and no longer has his own feelings, and under that shell, is it still not the soul that once told him to challenge fate?

Nobody knows... After stepping into the world of Draenor, Tyrion's behavior became more and more strange and cold, and Glokush knew that he had made a plan, after defeating the Horde, Tyrion's butcher's knife would be swung at the Draenei who were hiding, and it was said that Celent had found the hiding place of the Draenei...

"Hey, friend, what are you looking for?"

A sudden voice interrupted Glokush's thoughts, the Death Knight subconsciously pulled out his battle axe, turned his head to look behind him, on the snow that was originally guarded by the surrendered Death Knights, those Death Knights who followed him had fallen to the ground, although there was no trace of battle on the outside, but Glokush could clearly feel that the soul fire in their dead bodies had been completely extinguished.

And judging from the surrounding traces, these 6 death knights were knocked down in an instant.

The culprit is the human suspended in the wind and snow! He wore the black hunting suit often worn by human nobles, the elegant trench coat hunted and flew in the wind and snow, his black hair was meticulously combed, he looked like a handsome and calm human nobleman, in his 30s, but those eyes... Those eyes that burned in substance.

This is a ruthless character!

"Human! Who are you! ”

Grokush took a step back, the sudden appearance of the human nobles in front of him brought him unimaginable oppressive force, even when facing Guldan, the threat of beating in his heart was not as fierce as it is now.

Faced with Glokush's question, the black-haired aristocrat in front of him raised his eyebrows, he reached out and touched his perfectly trimmed beard, and he whispered:

"Humans? You think I'm the same kind as those bug-like guys? ”

"Danger!"

The warning from the depths of his soul made Glokush jump to the other side quickly, but the moment he jumped, the human nobleman swung his hand, and there was no contact at all, but the unparalleled power smashed through the air on the body of the Death Knight, causing his iron-clad body to fly upside down like a cannonball, smashing the rocks behind him.

The snow on the entire hillside was chaotic at this moment, but soon it fell more smoothly with the blessing of another force.

And the loud sound of the collision was hidden in the howling storm, silently dissipating.

The black-haired nobleman hovered in the air, strolling forward, standing in front of the shattered rock, looking at the orc death knight in the herringbone recessed into the stone, with a mocking smile on his face, he reached out and waved his hand, and he pulled him out of the stone and threw him on the snow at his feet.

With just one blow, he completely defeated the second-ranked Death Knight in the Knights of the Darkblade.

Grokush felt every bone in his body break, and the death energy in his body rolled to repair his body, and the black-haired nobleman crouched to the side with interest, watching the death knight repair itself, and after a few moments, he yawned boredly, stood up, and threw a heavy thick leather book on Glokush's chest.

"I've heard that the orc world is in trouble, so you're here for this, right?"

"The Book of Medivan claims to be a magical treasure, but it is only a fantasy written by mortals, a meaningless thing... Listen, Death Knight, I've already given you the reward, I want you and your orc accomplices to sack Alterac City tonight, it doesn't matter how many people you kill, it doesn't matter how many things you rob! ”

The black-haired nobleman stretched out his hand to straighten his clothes, and his flaming eyes looked at the immobile death knight at his feet, and he snorted:

"The point is, the great Aiden. King Pirenod must die at the hands of the orcs! Do you understand? If you do a good job and make me happy, maybe I'll give you some reward... Believe me, it's a great gem for mortals. ”

"You, who the hell are you!"

Grokush, who was lying on the ground motionless, struggled to ask, and the question made the black-haired nobleman who had turned away smile, and he turned his head, reached out and brushed his hair, and said in a very magnetic voice:

"You can call me Count Presto... Or Davar. Lord Presto, you see, I have expressed my kindness, and my temper is a little irritable, so at midnight tonight, I don't care what you do, if I haven't seen the flames of Alterac City burn, you and your orc accomplices may be in trouble..."

"Presto?"

Grokush's eyes jumped at the name, and before leaving, Tyrion had told him the name...