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The Draenor continent is surging, hundreds of thousands of necromancers are beginning to gather, and it only takes an appropriate time for this dark tide to sweep through the unsuspecting world of Azeroth, but on the other side of the Dark Gate, the rhythm of life in the eastern continent has not changed, and the inhabitants of the human kingdom are still living their lives day after day.

Recently, there have been two major events in the human world that have attracted almost everyone's attention.

The first is that the Holy Arathas Empire is about to undergo a state-building ceremony in the Arathi Heights, and all the nobles of the entire alliance have been invited. Lothar will become the first emperor of the empire, a decision that has been agreed by all kings.

But there is also gossip that Lothar became the emperor, only the result of the game of forces of all parties, and the first emperor was only symbolic, Lothar in front of the most powerful nobles in the whole alliance, made a promise that he would only stay on the emperor's throne for a maximum of ten years, in order to ensure the smooth completion of the system between the empire and the kingdom.

And after his abdication, the entire human civilization will truly enter the era of equal and sacred elective monarchy, and at that time, the king of every king may become the co-master of mankind, symbolizing the only emperor who glorifies imperial power.

Of course, what is more interesting to the people is the peachy news about Sir Lothar, Sir Lothar's life is a legendary life, how he led the Alliance sergeant to defeat the invading orcs in the name of the marshal, this story has spread throughout human society, no one knows his exploits, but Sir Lothar was still unmarried until he disappeared.

He has no heirs, which means that the bloodline of the Holy Soladin the Great will be completely severed, before, this was only a dispensable thing, and even some kings wanted to see the Soladin the Great extinct, but after the Holy Alaso Empire was rebuilt, the inheritance of the bloodline of the Soladin Great became a really important thing.

Although Sir himself does not attach much importance to this issue, as the sword-bearer of the Emperor's Sword Sdomka, he is also the only link between the High Elves and the human covenant, even if Lothar himself is unwilling, the other kings will try their best to send the best women in the country to his bed, and for the great nobles, it is also an undesirable honor to be able to marry the blood of Emperor Soladin.

Therefore, for a while, Sir Lothar, who lived in Rapidsburg, received many invitations to balls almost every day, and the whole territory of the alliance was circulating an affair between Sir himself and a certain noblewoman, and of course, in these peachy stories, the frequency of heroine changes was even more terrifying.

Compared with this story that the people like to see, another major event is not so "festive".

In Nanhai Town, after long and difficult negotiations, the orcs finally got the fleet and supplies they needed, and at this time, on the dock that had been brought by the orcs, the orcs of various clans were lining up and stepping on the merchant ship that had been recruited in front of them.

This is a huge fleet, bringing together almost all the kingdom's civilian merchant ships, and even some pirates who want to wash their whites, the entire sea of Nanhai Town is filled with an endless stream of ships, and the orcs pay the bill with their plundered wealth, and money has no homeland, so although those captains are full of displeasure, in their hearts, they still wish that such a good thing would happen again.

"Bang"

The Orc Overseer Old Nazgorin threw his battle axe on the pile of weapons in front of him with an unhappy face, and beside him, there was an indifferent Alliance non-commissioned officer, after checking that the old orc had no weapons on him, he threw a rucksack to Old Nazgorin, the Overseer looked at the vast team in front of him, he sighed, put the knapsack behind him, and walked towards the ship.

The backpack is the food needed for the cross-sea trip, which is officially provided by the Alliance, so naturally it will not consider the taste, but can only satisfy the hunger, but now that the chiefs have made a decision, the soldiers naturally have no complaints, and Orgrim has a sentence that is very right, not only the soldiers of the Alliance are tired, but the soldiers of the tribe are also full of disgust with war when they are experiencing the torture of demonemia.

Soldiers on both sides are eager for peace, and this is an important basis for this alliance and tribe that sees both sides as enemies to reach an agreement.

"Father, where are we going?"

Behind old Nazgorin stood his son, a young orc, but as tall and full of prowess as his father, and at the sound of his son's question, the old Overseer turned back and smiled at him:

"We go to Kalimdor, which will be our new home, there will be no need to take everything with war anymore, we will start a new life there."

"But these coalition dogs have seized our weapons."

Little Nazgorin gritted his teeth and whispered:

"In case they repent, we don't even have the ability to resist, we can only be sent into the icy sea by them, I don't think we should trust these alliance dogs."

This question silenced old Nazgorin, who shook his head and patted his son on the shoulder:

"Don't think about it, kid, the chiefs have made difficult sacrifices to get us a future... We can't afford to let them down. ”

And while the old Overseer was talking to his son, behind them, some of the orc veterans and the Alliance sergeants were rubbing up, the veterans were reluctant to give up their weapons, and the Alliance sergeants scolded them:

"You butchers! The kings are merciful to give you the opportunity to go to the New World, and don't think about leaving without laying down your arms! Stay here and die! ”

"Who scarces your charity!"

Not to be outdone, the orcs sneered at some veterans who knew human language:

"You want us to die? Just you scum? ”

The emotions on both sides were very high, the hatred that had accumulated between each other during the ten years of war was not so easy to extinguish, and as the roars grew more and more intense, both orcs and humans began to move in that direction.

Old Nazgorin frowned, he sensed that something was wrong.

"Stay here, son, I'll take a look."

The old Overseer handed his parcel to his son, quickly parted the crowd, and walked over to the arguing humans and orcs, glaring at the angry veterans, and he shouted:

"Shut up! What clan are you from? ”

The Overseer Badge worn on the chest of the elder Nazgorin sobered up the angry veterans a little, and they replied:

"We are from the Thunder King clan."

"Then you should know that your hero, Wallock. Sarufar's son, Dranosh. Sarufar is staying in Lordaeron as a hostage at the moment, and Garrosh, the son of the chief of our Warsong Clan, is also there! They traded their safety for peace! ”

The Old Overseer shouted:

"Even the young cubs have made noble sacrifices for the future of the orcs, are you veterans confused? Fight? Continuing the war? Throw away everything we have sacrificed in exchange for it? Stupidity! Is there any glory in your hearts? ”

This was shouted with anger, forcing the excited orcs to calm down, and a silence and oppressive aura enveloped the orcs, and the veteran who took the lead gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, and threw the tomahawk in his hand on the pile of weapons, and the other orcs also threw away the weapons in their hands.

Old Nazgorin turned his head again, looked at the vigilant Union sergeant, and said in a deep voice:

"No one wants to destroy the hard-won peace, humans, let your soldiers stand back, the orcs of the new horde have regained their glory."

The human sergeant who had drawn his sword looked at old Nazgorin, and after a moment, he waved his hand, and the equally excited human soldiers around him retreated, and the order of the harbor once again returned to that faint sabre-rattling.

"Take care of your subordinates, orcs."

The human sergeant whispered to old Nazgorin:

"Your chiefs are under pressure, kings are no less stressed than your chiefs, not all of them desire peace... And I also know that one day, you and I will set foot on the battlefield again... At that time, I would have cut off your head mercilessly, but now... Not now. ”

"Are you sure you can beat me?"

The old Overseer glanced at the human sergeant, who was also waiting for him, and this guy also exuded the aura of a veteran, and in the face of Nazgorin's inquiry, the human sergeant smiled disdainfully, he patted the long sword on his waist, and said in a deep voice:

"In the battle of the Burning Plains, I cut off the heads of 14 orcs, one of whom is an Overseer, just like you."

"What a pity!"

Old Nazgorin shrugged:

"I was still in Draenor at the time, I didn't fight you on the battlefield, and you looked like a very good guy."

The human sergeant snorted and stopped answering, there was a hint of relief in his eyes, this was already the last group of orcs to be sent to Kalimdor, in the past half a month, all the orcs in the entire eastern continent had been under the orders of the chiefs to advance towards the treasure bay and Nanhai Town in the Valley of Thorns, according to the agreement between the orcs and humans, there would be no orcs in the eastern continent in the future.

Except for the sons of the chiefs who stayed in the Araso Empire as hostages, this is the last requirement added by the human kings, in order to prevent the orcs from harboring evil intentions, this requirement is undoubtedly a shame for the orc chiefs, and the orcs who can't even protect their own children will be despised in traditional society.

Orgrim and Drektar spent a lot of energy convincing the chiefs, and the Great Shaman even decided to stay in the Human Empire himself to keep the protons safe, and the sons of the chiefs showed great fearlessness, and eventually, in the court of Lordaeron, the chiefs and kings of the four clans signed an agreement, and peace truly came.

But both sides are well aware that peace does not mean that hatred is extinguished, and that perhaps the Endless Sea is vast enough to accommodate and completely fill this hatred, but perhaps it only takes a small spark to completely burn the fragile agreement that both sides are desperately trying to maintain.

"Hey!"

After the last orc had also entered the cabin, the elder Nazgorin walked to the dock with his son, and behind him, the human sergeant suddenly called out to him.

The old Overseer turned back and saw the human sergeant take a battle axe from the pile of weapons beside him, and throw it to him, and the old Nazgorin took it in his hand, and he looked at the human in confusion, and the latter breathed a sigh of relief, and said to him:

"I can actually understand the thoughts of those veterans, for the soldiers, letting go of the weapon means death is coming, we have made sacrifices, and you are the same, although we still hate each other, but maybe this is a good start, I hope you have a smooth journey, and I hope we never see each other on the battlefield."

A smile appeared on the corner of old Nazgolin's mouth, he nodded, put the tomahawk behind his back, and then stretched out his fist and thumped it in the chest:

"If that ever happens, I'll spare your life, human, my name is Nazgorin! Remember my name, if you're besieged by orcs, maybe this name will save your life. ”

The human sergeant sneered:

"It's not certain who will let go of whom."

He pursed his lips and waved his hand at the Nazgorin son:

"Colonel of the Fourth Regiment of Lordaeron, Wiemer. Pastin, it's time for you to go! Good bye... No, never to see each other. ”

In the dusk of the hills of Hillsbrad, the huge merchant ships roared to the ringing of the nautical bells, the sun shone on the white sails, reflecting a brilliant halo, and under the blue sea sun, the orcs will go to the wild land to start a new life, and their feuds with the eastern continent are forcibly cut off at this moment.

The memories of hatred, killing, and blood will become a nightmare for both humans and orcs, and no one wants to open it again for those who love peace.

The drunken human sailors tossed their rum at the orcs on the deck, while the orcs gathered looked at the waves in front of them, and some delicate ones sang the ballads of the clan era, first with a ship, and finally with the desolate song of the entire fleet.

The shamans summoned the wind and sailed the ships faster, while the human warriors stood on the empty docks, watching the greatest enemies of the last decade leave the continent, and in the fishy sea breeze, they watched the fleet disappear below the horizon, some of the soldiers began to call, and soon, more cheers rang out in the harbor of Nanhai Town, and some of them burst into tears.

The war is over... Peace, peace has finally arrived.

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