Listening to Agna's story, Varok realized that he seemed to have missed the point of Mama Gaia. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Why did Mama Gaiaan have to tell the orcs about what had happened in Azeroth herself? Just to let everyone know that the orcs are back on track?

Of course not.

Because in front of Mama Gaiaan, Varoc had been hesitating to say about giving up Draenor, so he didn't appreciate the old shaman's intentions.

Now it seems that Mama Gaia's intention is not to let the orcs of Galadar know about Azeroth's past, but to use the tribe's experience in Azeroth for so many years to reawaken the fighting spirit of the Maghan orcs.

It's a pity that Varok was too cramped to understand.

After figuring this out, Varok was no longer worried.

"Mama Gaia is a great orc." Varok couldn't help but let out a sigh of emotion, "It's the same as the Great Chief......"

"Great Chief?" Agna raised an eyebrow, "Is the current Great Chief still the guy named Blackhan?" ”

"No, the current Great Chief is Thrall—or Gouyle."

"Gouyle? I remember that Grandma Gaia's grandson was called that! ”

"That's him." Speaking of Thrall, Vaarok puffed out his chest and said with honor, "Son of Durotan, Gouyle, we have received the first shaman recognized by the elements in Azeroth! ”

“…… Not. Agna nodded, "Very young, how did you make him the Great Chief—I don't mean to be disrespectful, but isn't age really an issue?" ”

"Goyle is far greater than you can imagine." Varok frowned slightly, and began to organize the language, "Whether it's strength or thinking—height, well, height." ”

If Thrall was a respected old orc, Agna would not be convinced, but she might not be able to say it, but after learning that Thrall was close to her own age, Agna was very angry.

"A shaman stronger than me? You're not kidding, are you? If I'm not mistaken, you've been watching my fight with the Splithoof Ox, right? In this case, you still say that he is better than me? ”

"It's too strong." Varok shook his head, "You can't beat one of his hands." ”

"Why do you say that?!" Agna was a little really angry, "Just because he's a man? ”

"......" was also a little speechless about Agna's strength, "It's true—if I'm not mistaken, you'll be able to meet him soon, and you can find out for yourself when the time comes." ”

"Really?" Hearing Varok say this, Agna looked a little excited, "I hope he doesn't be like Galadar's soft eggs!" ”

This kind of unrelenting way of speaking can be annoying to humans, but for orcs, it's the charm.

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Since Agna had been in a coma for a while, when the five of them returned to the end of Omrig, there were already quite a few young orcs who had completed the trial, their cheeks smeared with blood, and one or two looked in high spirits.

But when Agna appeared, everyone was depressed.

As she left, Agna didn't forget to cut off the horn of the split-hoofed cow.

The horns of the split-hoofed ox are so obvious that there is no one in Galadar who does not recognize them.

And judging by the size of this horn, the split-hoofed ox that Agna hunted must have been quite terrifying.

Originally, Dranosh was lucky enough to hunt a female taboo sheep, and was excited, but he didn't expect Agna to directly hunt a split-hoof cow.

Dranoche's cheers with his tomahawk abruptly stopped.

And Varok, who recognized his son, strode forward and slammed his fist directly into Dranoche's shoulder.

Just when the other orcs wanted to rush over to clean up the green skin, Dranosh directly opened his arms and hugged Varok.

"Father, you're back!"

Draranosh's father made all the young orcs stand on the spot.

Valok's bravery has led him to appear frequently in shamanic stories, whether it's the slaying of the one-eyed or the one-on-three victory over the ogre, which is a familiar story for many orcs, and it is a source of pride for Dranosh.

Now, Draranosh called out his father, and it simply shocked all the orcs.

"Durotan, Orgrim, Gromache, Varok, Itrig, those famous warriors have gone to another world, and we believe that they will usher in their own redemption and truly return with glory......"

This is the end of countless shamanic stories in the past fifteen years.

In the increasingly barren Draenor, in this fragile green, this is already the last hope of the orcs.

Only the belief that the orcs who drank the blood of the demons were just confused for a moment, and only the belief that the tribe would return with true honor, allowed the Maghan orcs to persist to this day.

Nagrand seems to be still alive now, but all the orcs know that maybe ten years, maybe twenty years, this place will really become a scorched earth like Shadowmoon Valley, where evil energy is raging.

Now, the legendary character is finally back!

And it seems that Varok, who is now hugging Dranoche tightly, has indeed come to his senses.

At this moment, Vaarok already knew what he was supposed to do.

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At dawn the next day, Omrig finally came to an end.

The young orcs were excited, but their focus was no longer on the prey of the blood on their faces.

There's only one reason - the tribe is back!

As the morning sun rose, countless orcs looked at Varok with excitement.

"The Horde is back!"

Varok's first words elicited cheers from all the orcs.

"We've found another world, we've got new lands, we've got new friends, tribes have been reborn!"

Varok stood on a high platform and raised his razor-sharp battle axe.

"We have sunk, we have lost, we have lost our glory."

"But we won it all out."

"Our previous Great Chieftain, Orgrim Doomhammer, shattered Manolos' head with his own hammer, freeing us from demonic slavery."

"Our current Great Chief, Gouyle, has been recognized by the Elementals and has become a new shaman."

"On that planet called Azeroth, the Horde is back on its feet!"

Under the morning sun, Warok's white hair fluttered in the wind.

"We have proved with our own blood and the blades in our hands that orcs are not anyone's puppets, not anyone's slaves - orcs, never slaves!"