The land area of the Draenor world is very small, there is only one continent in this world, surrounded by endless sea water, and the overall area of this continent is about the same as the eastern continent of Azeroth, in general, this world does not have the basis for the generation of super civilization.

And the Nagrand Meadows, the pearl of Draenor, it is located in the northwest corner of the world of Draenor, it is a meadow with beautiful wind and water, and it is also the place where the elemental spirits of the Draenor world are most active, and it is also the place where the evil energy of the world is the least infected, and there are pure orcs who live here who are unwilling to drink the blood of demons, they call themselves "Maghan", which means "uncorrupted".

Nagrand used to be one of the large gathering places of orc civilization, two hundred years ago, a meteor fell from the sky and smashed on the Nagrand grassland, forming a glorious crystal mountain, and the shamans soon discovered that around this crystal mountain, the souls of the ancestors were very active, and they could move on their own without even the awakening of spells, as if they were still alive.

This phenomenon was soon regarded as a "miracle" by the superstitious orcs, and it became a sacred place for the orcs.

Ever since he was a child, he had heard about the legend of Waschuku from a shaman, and he had come to the mountain of souls more than once to pray and listen to the ancient wisdom of his ancestors.

"Great Chief, this... What's going on? ”

Grom angrily pointed to the dark monster suspended in the sky, and questioned Naozu, even if he was just a warrior, he could see the situation in front of him clearly, that monster was slowly devouring the soul of the orc ancestor, and Voshugu was not holy at all... It's hell here!

"I don't know..."

Neozu's body shook and he sat down on the ground, looking up at the orc souls that were unconsciously hovering around the monster, an unspeakable anger filled the great shaman's heart.

He gritted his teeth, propped himself up with his staff, stood inside Voshugu, and began to call out the souls of the Orc Ancestors, who knew better what was happening here, and who had to know the truth from the Ancestors.

As Neozu's spell gradually subsided, a glimmering orc soul burst through the space and appeared in front of Neozu and Grom, judging by his outfit, it should be an orc shaman.

"You're here at last, my children."

The soul of the orc shaman looked at Neozu and Grom in front of him with a kind and gentle gaze, and his voice was ethereal and invisible, like a murmur in the wind.

"Ancestor, I have a lot of doubts!"

Nao Zu said in a deep voice, "What the hell is going on? Why is it that Voshugu, our holy land, is such a hellish state! The souls, and the monster! ”

"Its name is Cwure, my child, and it was a noble Naru, born of the Light, don't call it a monster."

The Ancestor's soul interrupted Neozu's questioning, and he glanced back at the dark Naru suspended in the air, a grief in his eyes that was undisguised.

"Choure is the guardian of the Draenei, infected by the Void when the Draenei ship crashed into our world, but even so, it was unwilling to harm us and the world, and it poured the remaining light into the wreckage of the Genidal ship, the mountain of souls that you call Voshugu... It awakens us in this way, gives us will and strength, and we ultimately decide to guard it. ”

"But it's devouring the souls of the ancestors!"

"It's evil," Grom shouted, "There is no doubt about it, how can the souls of the ancestors be used as food!" ”

"Listen to me, hell growlers."

In the face of Grom's questioning, the ancestor's soul was very calm, he reached out and patted Grom's shoulder in the air, signaling him to calm down.

"It's voluntary... Caure has sheltered us with the last of our strength, allowing us to revive in another form to guide our descendants, your future, and in return, every once in a while, a willing sacrifice of souls will enter Cwure's body to help it suppress the corruption of the Void..."

The Ancestor paused, turned his head to look at Nao Zu:

"You are the shaman of the Shadowmoon Clan, so you should know about the existence of Kara the Dark Star..."

Naozu nodded:

"I know that the Dark Star Kara, which is eternally suspended in the sky above the Shadow Moon Valley, its appearance represents calamity and unknown, which was once a taboo for the Shadow Moon Clan, but unfortunately, 10 years ago, Gul'dan introduced the Dark Star into our world in order to capture the Carabo Temple, and Carabo was destroyed, and the Shadow Moon Valley also fell into eternal darkness, Kara... It also died out completely. ”

"The so-called Dark Star is the end of the light form being swallowed by the Void after Naru's death, if left unchecked, Choure will become the second Kara, and once its Void energy explodes, the whole of Nagland will..."

The Ancestral Soul shook his head, he looked at the two orc chieftains in front of him, and he whispered:

"It's a balance, my children, C. Uray is not evil, it is long dead, the wreckage that fills the void will make the soul active, and we draw strength from C. Ure's wreckage and think about the future, so as to guide future generations, and live together, in fact, the origin of the divination magic of the Shadow Moon Clan is C. Ure, and it is almost closely related to the development of our civilization."

This remark made Grom and Naozu quiet at the same time, the ancestors would not deceive them, but this did not mean that the two of them could accept the existence of Cwure, anyone who saw their ancestors being devoured by monsters would be angry, even if it was a voluntary sacrifice of the ancestors!

And after more than ten seconds, Nao Zu raised his head, looked at the ancestor, and asked another question:

"Kwure's question aside, Ancestor, I ask you to answer my other doubt..."

Nao Zu looked at the orc ancestor in front of him, and he asked in a deep voice:

"Are the Draenei connected to demons? I've been told that it's the Draenei who attract the demons, and that we orcs are just victims of the hatred between them and the demons! ”

Grom's eyes widened at this question, he had drunk the blood of the devil, at that time, Gul'dan told them that the demon was the benefactor, the giver who gave them power, and came to help them in order to save the world, of course Grom did not believe such words, but at that time he was blinded by the power, he did not think about it so much, and it was not until today, 10 years later, that the calm Grom began to think about this question.

He had a hunch about the role of the demons in the fall of Draenor, and the question would be completely solved today.

And in the face of Nao Zu's question, the orc ancestor was silent for a moment before he spoke:

"Your statement is barely correct... Due to our frequent contact with Courley, a small number of us have also spied on the relationship between the Draenei and the Burning Legion, but we are trapped in Washougu and cannot pass this information on to you, and the spirits of the Ancestors outside do not know about it... What's more, after Gul'dan blocked the World Elemental, we couldn't contact you at all. ”

"The demons are indeed chasing the Draenei, and we don't know their exact grievances, but what is certain is that the Draenei are pathetic fugitives, they are exiled among the stars, trying to escape the pursuit of demons, and their fall into Draeno was an accident, and that fall completely broke down their ship, and they are no longer able to travel through the stars..."

The ancestor's expression darkened a little, and he looked at Naozu and Grom, and he whispered:

"The devil's spies have spotted the Draenei in Draenor, and they should have stormed into this world, killing the Draenei and orcs along, destroying the world, but instead of doing so, they have extended their evil hand to you... It's a scam, children, the traitor Gul'dan of the orcs did it, we see it clearly. ”

"And you! Nao Zu! ”

The Orc Ancestor's voice became serious:

"The Great Demon disguised himself as Rorkan and blinded you, and you became a sword in their hands, and you gathered all the clans and led the tribe into the path of war, although it was not of your own volition, but you also have to bear the price for it!"

"I know, I'm heinous, I can't pay for the sins I committed, I know!"

Neozu grasped the staff with both hands, a trace of sadness flashed across his old face, he looked at the ancestor, and he asked as if pleading:

"Ancestor, we have unlocked the elemental blockade of Draenor, we want to save this world, please, please tell us, what the hell are we supposed to do?"

"As long as the Draenei are in Draenor, the gaze of the demons will not leave here, and they swear in the dark stars that they will capture Viren and his followers, and this hatred cannot be dissolved by time."

The Orc Ancestor shook his head:

"If you ask me what to do, all I can tell you is Naozu, and Gromash, leave with the rest of the orcs, there is no hope in this world, you can't stop the demons that are pouring in the nest, no world can stop them, they are a group of destroyers, a group of whippers, screamers, destroyers, they are the nightmare of all things... I've peeked into the suns that have gone out in my dreams, and that's the malice of the Burning Legion. ”

"Ahh

Grom roared, grabbed his battle axe and was about to rush beyond the holy mountain, but was stopped by Neozu:

"Grommache, what are you going to do?"

"Kill all that Draenei scum! As long as we kill them all, the demons will no longer pay attention to us! ”

Grom roared, only to be dragged back by the chains of the wind that Neozu wielded, and the Grand Chief looked at the angry Warsong Chieftain, and he shouted:

"Enough! Don't get carried away by hatred, it's too late! The demons have seen the war potential of the orcs, they will not just give up, and it will not help to kill the Draenei, we must save ourselves now! ”

"That's right! Naozu is right! The Draenei may have brought calamity, but after it came, they were insignificant. ”

The Orc Ancestor nodded, he turned his head to look at Neozu, and he whispered:

"True courage is born out of desperate situations, but watch out for your collaborator, the new master of the Dark Temple, Naozu! There is no trajectory of fate on his body, and we can't see his future, which also means that the future with his participation will become chaotic, he may become the key to rescuing the orcs, or he may bury you completely, you must be careful! ”

The ancestor's soul darkened, and he chuckled:

"It's time for me to meet my fate, children, and may you reignite the flames of orc civilization... Naozu, Rorkan has something to say to you..."

The soul of the ancestor was suspended in the sky, slowly floating towards the darkness in the sky, Naruk Uray, and at the moment he dissipated, the soul of a female orc appeared in front of Naozu's eyes, and her appearance made Naozu cry.

"My wife, my beloved... It's been 10 years, and I'm finally... Finally seeing you again. ”

He stretched out his hand and tried to touch the soul, but it was empty, and the eyes of the orc soul flashed with pain and sorrow, and she reached out and stroked the old cheek of Naozu, and she whispered:

"Forgive me, Naozu, when you were blinded by the Great Demon 10 years ago, I should have stood by your side to support you, but I scolded you, insulted you, and then gave up on you, I regret that I shouldn't have done that, I have seen all these years of torture you have suffered... I'm sorry, Naozu, my love, I hurt you. ”

"It's all my fault, Roulkan, and you don't blame it."

Neozu was half-kneeling on the ground, his old cheeks were full of tears, and he said with a hint of satisfaction:

"To have you by my side at the end of my life, I am satisfied... I will do my best to make amends for the wrongs I have done to the orcs, and maybe I will die, but I only want to be qualified to stand by you and the ancestors after I die... I will do my best to save our world and our civilization! I swear! ”

The old shaman clenched his fists, and he shouted in a hoarse voice:

"I swear!"

Ten minutes later, Grom walked out of Voshugu with the weak Neozu in his arms, the hearts of the two orcs were extremely heavy, and the truth hidden under the nightmare was more cruel than the nightmare itself, and even the real warrior Grom felt hopeless.

"Gather the clan! Gromache, get ready for war, we don't have much time left. ”

"At war? To whom? ”

Grom asked in a deep voice, he was not afraid of war, and after learning the truth, war was inevitable, and in the face of this question, Naozu propped himself up with his staff, and in his weak eyes, a flame burned brightly, and he said in a bitter voice:

"I'm going to go to Shadowmoon Valley, and when I get back, you'll know who the enemy is..."

"It doesn't matter who the enemy is... For the survival of the orcs, we all want to crush them! ”