Guarded by four frigates, the battleship "Jackdaw" slowly docked at the dock in Durotar Fist Bay.

The main battleship of Kurtilas did not come as a war vehicle this time, although the captain of the escort was Tannred. General Prodmore is hostile to the equally wary orcs on the docks, but as a member of the royal family, he retains a shred of sanity.

On the deck, the Archpatriarch of the Blightburn and the Archbishop of the Empire were ready to disembark, and General Tanred had changed into a ceremonial dress to follow, and before stepping down the ladder, Tanred said to the heavily armed first mate behind him:

"Colonel Taylor, now it's up to you to take over the fleet, be wary of the green-skinned scum... Don't let them get near our boat! ”

"Yes, General."

Admiral Taylor from Stormwind gave a solemn military salute and said in a deep voice:

"Don't worry, General, I will guard the way for you to evacuate!"

"Hmm"

After receiving an affirmative answer, Tannred held the war knife at his waist and led a landing team to escort several envoys to the orc's dock, seeing that a team of envoys also came out of the orc army on the opposite side, the young general couldn't help but put his hand on the musket on his waist.

This action was noticed by the Chaldean Archbishop, who was standing at the forefront, who whispered to Tanred:

"Relax, Lord Tanred, we are the emissary, and no one will attack us here."

"Those are orcs, crazy greenskins, archbishop."

Tannred snorted, and he stared at the orcs slowly approaching in front of him with a knife-sharp gaze, and he whispered:

"Who knows what these war maniacs will do ... I have not forgotten how they slaughtered our compatriots. ”

However, as the orc envoy approached, Thanred's hostility suddenly dissipated a little, as he saw the "acquaintance" of the orc team opposite, the young orc overseer Thrall, who had fought against Tyrion with him in the Northrend continent. Dawnblade, together they rescued Arthas's comrades.

Naturally, the relationships between those who had been on the battlefield were very different, and Thrall saw Tannred in the human ranks, and the young Overseer winked at Tannred quietly, causing the latter to take his finger off the handle of his musket.

This scene was also seen by the Chaldean archbishop, and looking at the archbishop's strange gaze, Tanred hurriedly explained:

"Thrall is different from other orcs, archbishop, he grew up learning about human culture, and compared to the appearance of orcs, he has a human soul... We can trust him. ”

The Chaldeans ignored the young general's explanation, and he had a more important task on his trip.

The archbishop stepped forward and stood with the Archpatriarch of the Blightburn, Moyana, and across from them were the high-ranking overseer Triig, who directly obeyed the orders of the orc chief Orgrim, and the archprophet Drektar of the Frostwolf Clan, and the young orc overseer Thrall, the leaders of the two great clans came to greet them at the docks in person, and the level of this meeting arranged by the orc tribe was really not low.

This probably also means that the orc chieftains are serious about this meeting, which is a good start.

"Thank you to your subordinates for the information you have sent about the Chila worm, Your Excellency the Patriarch. ”

The dying orc prophet Drektar, with a staff of animal bones, walked up to Moyana and said to the leader of the withering:

"Relying on that information, we have found several nests in the making at the edge of the Barrens, and we have eradicated these evil beings in advance, and the High Chief has set up a feast for you in Orgrimmar, and he will personally thank the Druids of the Blightcast for their help to the tribe, please come with me."

After speaking, Elder Drektar "looked" at the Chaldean Archbishop with his black cloth-covered eyes, and a smile appeared on his old face:

"And, of course, you, Archbishop of Chaldeans, the children of the tribe and I have received help from the Church of Light during the Imperial period, and this time the chiefs and I can thank you in person."

"It's nothing, it's all we should do."

Chaldea waved his hand and said to the Prophet:

"I have come with Lady Moyana this time because I have more important matters to discuss with the chiefs, it has nothing to do with the past of the two races, believe me, old friend Drektar, this is about the future of all the creatures of our two races, and even the entire Kalimdor continent..."

Patriarch Moyana also nodded with the reserved attitude characteristic of the Night Elves:

"The archbishop is right, and that's what we're here for."

Drektar's expression became a little more serious, and he turned his body sideways and made a "please" gesture:

"So, it looks like we're going to get to Orgrimmar as fast as we can... Please come with me, guests. ”

Escorted by the indifferent escort of the tall orc soldiers, the group boarded the "carriage" prepared for them and pulled by the oversized Kodo beasts, and followed the orcs paved with masonry and burnt dirt from Fistblade Bay to Orgrimmar City, a rare red land of Azeroth, filled with a desolate and special beauty.

The Chaldean Archbishop, dressed in black, leaned against the bumpy carriage, holding the emblem of the Holy Light on his chest in one hand and the hilt of the purple ceremonial knife at his waist in the other, his eyes closed, and his mouth muttering words as if he were praying.

And in his soul the Chaldeans were saying to Sarathas:

"Ma'am, can you be sure that the breath you release will not be detected by the orc shamans and the priests of the trolls? I don't know much about the mystical powers they use, but once perceived..."

"Don't worry, Chaldeans."

The Fifth Old God replied in a languid voice:

"The Troll Loas were born and developed right under my nose, and the shamanic ways of the orcs are no different from those of the native elemental users of Azeroth, and I know them better than they do... The faint aura I released was enough for Cthun to sense where I was, and in fact, I think you should be more worried about yourself at this point. ”

"What do you mean?"

Chaldea asked, and Saratas let out a low laugh:

"The last time in the Plains of Glitter, Cthun used the wingworm as its eyes to confirm my existence up close, and this time, after it captured my location, it was not just the wingworm that appeared here... Don't underestimate the Chiraworms, my Chaldeans, they have been immersed in the power of Cthun for thousands of years, and they have evolved new powers. ”

"Cthun may be trapped in the Titan's seals and unable to move, but its minions will carry out the slaughter in the place of its master... Believe me, this time it will be the fiercest and most brutal war elite among the Zers, and the Orcs will see the threat of the Worms as you wish, but only if you can survive the carnage that is bound to come... And I can't help you much, Chaldeans. ”

"Why?"

The archbishop asked in a playful tone:

"Are you scared of Cthun?"

"No... It's not just Cthun, it's not just Cthun who is staring at me. ”

The voice of the fifth ancient god slowly dissipated into the carriage, and Chaldea shook his head, and he opened his eyes, and in the constantly shaking windows of the carriage, at the end of the desolate dark red earth, the city of Orgrimmar, which the orcs had built of brick and wood, was already vivid.

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Orgrimmar, the name of the city is clearly used to affirm the current Grand Chief Orgrimmar. The Hammer of Doom for the exploits of the new horde.

The massive city stood like a war fortress in the northernmost part of Durotar's red earth, the entire barren land and Durotar's largest freshwater river flowed from the west of the fortress, and to the west of the city was a cliff where the orcs built a bridge across the Chishui River, which was one of the city's three exits.

Farther north, in the Wilderness of Azhara, there is the Gate of Orgrimmar, which is currently closed due to the recent demonic infestation in the Wilderness of Azhara.

The envoy of the humans and withering druids entered the city through the main gate of Orgrimmar, and under the watchful eyes of the orc civilians, it made its way through the streets of the city, finally stopping at the gates of the fortress of Grommash.

The orcs liked to name special buildings after heroes, and this large fortress used by chiefs for meetings and policy was named after Gromash. Hellroar is named, and even Hellroar himself sees it as an honor, a sign of the people's affirmation of them.

The envoys stepped out of the carriage, and the gate of the fortress in the pure orc style was opened, and outside the door, heavily armed orc guards with battle axes stood on both sides of the road like sculptures, adding a touch of battlefield murder to the welcoming ceremony.

Seeing this arrangement, the young Tanred couldn't help but snort, he thought it was a demonstration of the orcs, but soon, the young Overseer Thrall explained to him that this was actually a ritual for the orcs to greet important guests, and the orcs who admired the valiant thought that the brave soldiers represented glory, and they wanted to share this glory with their guests.

"The last time we met, it was on the battlefield."

Directly in front of the hall of the Gromash Fortress, Ogrim in quaint black armor. The Hammer of Doom stood at the top of the steps, and he looked at the black-robed Chaldean Archbishop, his hair gray with the passage of time scattered over his shoulders, and the still tall orc chief muttered:

"It's a pity that I haven't seen you on the battlefields of the Burning Plains, Chaldeans. Morgan..."

"That's a good thing, Great Chief."

Archbishop Chaldea replied with a calm smile on his face as he fiddled with the rosary in his hand in the face of the orc chieftain's words, which were of unknown significance:

"This makes our meeting now not awkward, after all, in the Burning Plains... You exited as a loser. ”

The archbishop's tough answer put a defiant smile on the corner of his mouth behind him, and the young and enthusiastic general suddenly changed his image of being gentle and even somewhat compromised towards the Chaldean archbishop because of this sentence, but the archchief was not angry because of Chaldean's answer, on the contrary, he took a few steps down, looked at the archbishop who came on behalf of the human church, and asked softly:

"So, when you came to the human empire of Kalimdor like us, do you still have courage in your veins?"

"Of course!"

Chaldeans lifted his head and looked at the great chieftain and said:

"It's courage that drove me here."

Orgrim glanced at Chaldeans, who stopped talking, but turned his gaze to Moyana, who was standing on the other side. Deer Helmet, and then extended his hand to the tall lady:

"Thank you for your help, leader of the Blightcallers, for your selfless help to keep us from the threat of the bugs hiding underground..."

Without hesitation, Moyana reached out and shook the hand of the Great Chief, she looked at Orgrim, the legendary orc chieftain, and she whispered:

"But the dangerous moment is not over yet, Great Chief, the insect people behind the wall of beetles are a threat, for everyone present, yes!"

"Hahaha"

Orgrim let out a series of low grins, and he turned to invite the guests behind him into the fortress, where an orc-style feast had been prepared.

"Now is the time to welcome, and we'll postpone those things that are unappetizing."

Seeing Orgrim's figure disappear into the fortress, Chaldea and Moyana glanced at each other, and then the two of them stepped together and stepped into the orc hall with the messengers behind them.

And at the same moment, at the southernmost tip of the distant Silysus Desert, after the quaint high wall that had been sharpened for thousands of years in time, more than a dozen strange figures roared into the sky, and under the dispersion of the strange light curtain, they rushed to the sky in the north of the continent at a speed beyond sound.

As the Fifth Old God had predicted, Cthun reacted immediately after sensing the aura of the Old God in the direction of Durotar... The Elder God, sealed under the desert, did not know that his actions had fallen into the calculations of Saratas, and his instinctive actions would gain some difficult opponents for the insects under his command...

However, as far as an existence like the Ancient God, the Thousand-Eyed Demon Cthun, even if it knew, it would do the same, and it would not hesitate for even a minute or a second.

After all, in its eyes, the world eventually returns to the void in its infestation, all living beings, humans and orcs, goblins and elves, savage centaurs and even those who revere it... It makes no difference.

The civilization and existence of these creatures are meaningless, they are just some doomed to be destroyed... It's just flesh and blood...

It is the god of the ancients, the vanguard of the void, the enemy of life... What if the orcs don't participate in this war? Sooner or later, it will also point the finger at them ... It's nothing more than a gap between early and late.