Even when facing the demon leaders of Kazak in Mount Hyjal, Blox never flinched. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He was undoubtedly a hero, and when faced with the twin demon lords of Kazak, he was ordered to lead the squads to intercept the demon commandos who tried to aid their leader.

At that time, he wielded a war hammer and fought bravely to kill the enemy. When the last comrade was split in half by the gargoyle without waiting for reinforcements, he avenged his comrade by smashing the gargoyle with a hammer.

Then, there was silence in the four fields.

When Sal arrived with his army, the figure of Brooks, standing alone in a pool of blood covered in scars, left a very, very deep impression on Sal.

In Sal's opinion, Brooks' name should be almost as respectable as his Sal.

An early exit against Akmund ruined what should have been a perfect glory.

But Sal chose him not only because of his strength and rich face. What's more, Thrall is well aware of Brooks' loyalty.

With this kind of mission to travel through time, it is impossible for Thrall to send an army. He needed a henchman strong enough to do the job for him.

It was supposed to be like this, but a guy who gave Sal a headache appeared.

A burly, fierce figure burst into Thrall's tent, then without saying a word, picked up Nozdorm's dragon scales, and passed the test in just 10 seconds.

Sal's mouth was full of bitterness: "For the sake of the ancestors, don't make me embarrassed...... Grom Hell Roars!"

Roaring Ye gasped, and instead of looking at Sal, he looked at Crassus, who had the appearance of an elf: "I heard that Duke will also go." ”

When Crassus said the word "yes!" Sal had a headache.

"Then I'll go too!" said Ye Ye categorically, with an unquestionable tone.

"The tribe needs you more. Sal tried to explain.

"What do you need me to do? Kill those demons who run around like frightened rabbits? Or rob the target of revenge of humanity and cut that Arthas? I heard that the Alliance has already cut that Arthas in half last time. Grom's voice rose up.

"Grom, don't forget, you're the chief of the Warsong Clan?"

Grom slapped his chest and let out a loud "bang!" sound.

"I'm a warrior first and foremost, and I'm an old warrior. I've outlived my father and my grandfather combined. In the tribe, a guy my age should have died several times. Do you want me to watch Duke go on a dangerous mission, and then accidentally hang up in the middle of the mission, and finally let me go to the ancestors with the regret that I still owe Duke a life? I don't want to die of a human favor, even if he is a hero worthy of respect!"

Grom had such a point, Sal was speechless.

From Draenor to Azeroth, infant mortality rates have remained high due to factors such as war and harsh environments. Although there are no official statistics, it is an indisputable fact that the average age of orcs rarely exceeds thirty years old.

Most of the orcs who live for a long time are mostly shamans who don't have to go to war.

Whether it's Blox, or Grom, it's like a miracle that they've lived through the Battle of the Draenei, the First and Second Dark Gate Wars, the Battle of Dalaran against the Scourge, and the Battle of Mount Hyjal!

Even Grom*Hellroar, the first warrior of the tribe, is no longer young, he will be fifty years old this year.

Fifty years old! is an exaggerated age for an orc warrior.

Sal sighed.

"Don't persuade me, if my son were still alive, he would be in his twenties. Except for Duke's kindness, I have no regrets in this life!"

Just then, Brooks took a step forward, and Sal noticed that Brooks' fists were clenched tighter.

Brooks' fiery eyes tell Sal that now that he has passed this test, he is willing to fight for it until he dies.

Unbeknownst to Thrall, Brooks also endured a deep guilt that almost consumed his soul at one point.

The comrades were all dead, and only Brooks was left. He didn't understand, and at the same time felt very guilty, why he didn't go heroic with his comrades? For him, living was a regret, even a failure. Since then, he has been waiting for an opportunity to atone for his sins. Atonement, even death.

Now, fate has finally given him that chance.

How could he just give up such an opportunity because of Grom's higher status!?

The orc heroes of both battles are unyielding, much to Thrall's brink, as Crassus specifies that only one person is needed.

Suddenly, the scales of Nozdorm rang out with Nozdorm's voice.

"Then send one more orc. ”

"Uhhh......h Your Majesty!?" Sal was startled.

"It's okay, with my strength, it's not too much of a problem to send one more person back. At most, I can toss Duke, hehe, who told him to give me so much trouble......"

At the same moment, back in front of the old Karazhan site on the upwind trail, Duke let out a loud sneeze.

"Hello—"

"Got a cold?" the two queens looked back at the same time, looking at Duke a little strangely.

"No, I feel a wave of malice from some dragon. Please don't care. ”

The desolation was in front of you, and after the explosion of Karazhan fifteen years ago, it was a scorched earth with no vegetation. After the end of the Second Dark Gate War, Duke was so busy clicking on various black technology talents that he didn't have time to bird the natural environment here.

Now that he's hooked up with the Night Elves, Duke is wondering whether to kidnap a druid or trick Alexstasa into doing a small favor after Karazhan returns, turning this place into a green landscape.

After all, if Karazan becomes the lair of his Du again, the surroundings are too ugly, at least the three Windranger sisters will not like to come over.

At this time, it seems that the orcs have negotiated.

Suddenly a large piece of scorched earth began to change color in front of Duke, and a quicksand that turned yellow in the blink of an eye, and after a gust of wind blowing sand, a very small sand dragon appeared.

That's the trumpet's Nozdorm.

"Give me the spatial coordinates. A divine thought went straight into Duke's spiritual sea, and Duke gave it very simply.

Then, a desert storm suddenly appeared out of thin air and covered half of the valley.

Even Queen Nozomi, who doesn't understand magic, feels the space vibrating violently. A small hole opened in the sky, as if it had been sealed by death, and in the sandstorm, with the blowing of the sand, a clearer and clearer outline appeared, the huge tower, the covered bridge, the spire......

That's right!

It's Karazan!

When the huge mage tower returned to its original color in the vision of Duke and the others, the tall iron gate of the main gate was pulled up suddenly, and a silver-haired figure shot out like an arrow.

In the next moment, Duke was hugged by a slender female figure!