Nagrand, the endless savannah, is the only area of the Draenor world that has not been polluted and severely damaged, before the destruction of the Draenor world, this vast grassland was the home of the orcs and the birthplace of orc shamanism, and many famous orc powerhouses grew up in this grassland, such as Grom, Durontan, Naozu, Gul'dan...... In orc language, Nagrand is the "Land of the Winds", where the Maghar gathers, unpolluted orcs with the most primitive brown skin. These orcs were orphans gathered by the old orcs Goya, and they were lucky enough to escape the corrosion of the Burning Legion, leaving the last trace of blood for the purebred orcs.

Now, that battlefield is long gone, and although the Burning Legion has not left this world, the orcs have managed to break free from their control.

The orcs have established a new home in Galadar, named after the old chief of the Frostwolf Clan, Gardra. Led by Hellroar, these Maghars want to put the orcs back on top of the world.

If there is no external influence, these orcs may really succeed, but if there are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, people have good and bad luck, who can predict what will happen in the future?

In terms of Galadar's development in recent years, the orcs have done a very good job, not only the population of the tribe is rising, but even the territory they occupy is also expanding. Hell Roar, the leader, is also gaining support.

Being able to grow the clan to the point where it is now in the hostility of demons, ogres, fireblade clans, and other forces, Carlos is proud enough.

Lately, however, the orc leader has been saddened by the illness of Goa, who had been guiding him forward.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, this is a process that any living creature will go through, even the gods have the theory of the five decays of heaven and man, let alone a mortal?

When people get old, their physique naturally declines, and it is normal to get sick, but this time Goa's illness is very serious, and Carlos is very worried, if this old man can't afford to get sick, will he follow in the footsteps of his father Grom without her guidance.

In Carlos's view, it doesn't matter if he is depraved, but he can't bring the newly improved tribe into the abyss of destruction.

Just when Carlos was worried, an orc of his age approached him: "Carlos, don't be sad, I'm sure Grandmother Goa will get better." ”

Carlos glanced at the man, and he recognized it as little Sarufar, the son of the king of Sarufar, and this fellow did not get along well with him, because it seemed to Carlos that the surname of little Sarufar did not have an appetite for him.

"Listen, I didn't come to you to listen to your nonsense." Annoyed, Carlos's tone was not very good, "Those scum of the Fireblade Clan have been restless lately, and they dare to go against my will. I want you to take people to attack Kilsollo, and you'd better kill all the pigs there. ”

Another chore!

Little Sarufar secretly said in his heart that if this was the case, he knew that it would be good for Carlos to come to him.

Inside, little Sarufar was not willing to take on such a thing, not because he was cowardly, nor because he was cowardly, but because he felt that everyone was an orc, and it was not good for Carlos to kill each other at every turn.

"We're not in a good situation right now, and if we can co-opt the people of the Fireblade Clan, it won't be a small help to us."

Even though he knew that his words would have no effect, little Sarufar said it.

As expected, his words immediately drew a rebuke from Carlos.

"You know what? We are now surrounded by enemies, and we must kill them to be afraid, to kill them to be afraid, so that they do not dare to attack Galadar, and if the tribe wants to regain its former glory, it must rely on our hands to fight a bloody way, and your weak mercy is not what we orcs need. ”

Carlos yelled angrily at little Sarufar, the two young orcs who grew up together under Goa's teachings became more and more fierce because of the disagreement in philosophy, and such quarrels have happened many times.

Well, you're the chief.

Little Sarufar had already left when Carlos roared, so he wouldn't stay where he was waiting to be sprayed by Carlos's saliva, and he didn't expect much from his own advice to the leader who claimed to be terrified by destroying his enemies with his iron fist.

If this guy could listen to people's advice, he wouldn't be Carlos.

Without the guidance of Grandmother Goa, where would Carlos take us orcs?

Silently lamenting in his heart, little Sarufar began to worry about the fate of his tribe.

Neither Carlos. Unbeknownst to Hellroar or Sarufar Jr., just as the two of them were worried, a new group of guests arrived in Nagrand, a race that had never set foot in the Nagrand steppes before—the humans. Just as the orcs brought with them killing and death when they entered the world of humanity, humans came to Nagrand with war rather than peace.

Whoever kills, he will always kill him.

Since the orcs launched an invasion war against humans in the first place, they must be mentally prepared to be counterattacked by humans.

"This is Nagrand? Oh my God, the view is so much better than the Hellfire Peninsula and the Zangar Marsh. ”

Stepping on the soft turf of Nagrand, some of the human warriors sighed.

Spending so much time in the Hellfire Peninsula and Zangar Swamp that they have almost forgotten what is green, what fresh air is, and what is the breath of life.

"The scenery here is beautiful, but unfortunately it is not our territory."

One soldier sighed with emotion, compared to the desolate Hellfire Peninsula and the dimly lit Zangar swamps, the Nagrand Prairie couldn't help but feel a sense of intimacy in his heart.

"Not now, soon it will be."

Hearing the soldier say this, the officer leading the team replied, and his words were immediately agreed by all the soldiers.

This beautiful land is said to be the home of the orcs, since the orcs can run into our world and rob us humans of the land, why can't we humans go to Draenor to rob them?

Morale is good.

Leo looked at the troops on the march and nodded with a little satisfaction, and Kael'thas beside him was also very appreciative of the air here. Nagrand is a paradise compared to the Void Storm full of energy turbulence, and this land should be in his hands for the benefit of the people of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, rather than giving it to the uncivilized barbarians to thrive.

Compared to these two, Scarlett, who rushed to Galadar, was in no mood to pay attention to the changes in the environment, and there was time to enjoy the scenery, and the scenery of the Arathi Heights, where Riptide Fort was located, was no worse than that of Nagran, and the top priority was to destroy those orcs.

Not only Scarlett, but Danas and Khadgar were also silently hurrying, and Leo's analysis in Shattrath City made the two worried, angry at the conspiracy of the elemental gods of the Draenor world, worried about the future of the Terrans, and even more vaguely worried about Galadar's trip.

Attacking Galadardanas and Khadgar are not worried, the humans and blood elves are combined to fight the powerful orcs, and it is not difficult to destroy Galadar, what they are worried about is whether the elemental creatures will interfere.

Since the orcs who remained in the world of Draenor were pawns left behind by those elemental gods, how could they ignore their death?

The Elemental Throne is only a lake away from Galadar, and if these gods make a move, will they be able to stop it?

I'm afraid that not only will I not be able to destroy the orcs at that time, but I and others will also be in danger of their lives.

Khadgar and Danas didn't try to dissuade them, but after seeing Scarlett's resolute expression, they had to put away the words that had come to their mouths, and the two of them made up their minds in their hearts that if they really couldn't do anything, they would save Her Majesty the Queen of Arathas even if they gave up their lives.

Of course, in their minds, their own side is not without a chance of winning.

Leo has also shown his strength in order to relieve their worries, and the powerful Khadgar and Danas of the blood god clones have experienced it up close, and the appearance of their two pseudo-gods has also given them a reassurance.

"Your Majesty, an orc army is out of Galadar, are we going to intercept them?"

The scouts sent to spy on Galadar sent back a message.

Hearing that Galadar had dispatched an army, everyone's hearts moved: Could it be that our whereabouts have been discovered by the other party?

When they learned that this orc army was not coming towards them, their hearts were relieved.

"These orcs should be going to the fortress of Kirsoro, which is the territory of the orcs and the Fireblade clan who are still loyal to the Shadow Council, and it seems that there is no peace between the orcs."

After careful consideration of the information in the Nagrand steppes, Leo came to a conclusion.

Since this orc army is not coming for them, there is no need to go out of their way to intercept them.

It's not good to startle snakes, compared to this orc army, Galadar is a big fish.

"Let them go, count them lucky this time, and let them live a few more days." Danas, as the commander of the troops, made his choice after a little deliberation, "I'd love to see how these orcs look when they learn that they've become lost dogs. ”

After defeating Galadar, the orc army that conquered the fortress of Kirsolo became rootless wanderers, and I wonder what waves they can make. On the contrary, it is difficult to ensure that the news does not leak out by intercepting them first, and once Galadar is prepared, the difficulty of attacking this orc city will increase a lot, and the gains outweigh the losses.

Leo didn't know who led the orc army that had gone to conquer the fortress of Kirsollo, and if he knew that its general was Sarufar the Younger, the son of King Sarufar, would he change his decision?

There are not so many ifs in this world, and only half a day after the little Sarufar led out of Galadar, an alien coalition army appeared outside Galadar.

A battle between offense and defense is about to begin.

(To be continued)