Azeroth’s Death Track

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Under the guards of four frigates, the "Snow Crow" warship slowly docked on the dock of Bladefist Bay in Durotar.

The main battleship of Kul Tiras did not come as a carrier of war this time. Although General Tenred Proudmoore, who was in charge of the escort, was very hostile to the equally vigilant orcs on the dock, but as A member of the royal family, he still retains a touch of reason.

On the deck, the withered archbishop and the archbishop of the empire were ready to disembark, and General Tanred also changed his dress to follow. Just before walking down the ladder, Tanrid said to the heavily armed first officer behind him :

"Colonel Taylor, it is up to you to take over the fleet now, be wary of those green skins...don't let them get close to our ship!"

"Follow the order, general."

Admiral Taylor from Stormwind City paid a solemn salute. He said in a deep voice:

"Relax, general, I will guard the evacuation path for you!"

"Ok"

After getting an affirmative answer, Tan Reid, holding a war sword in his waist, took a landing squad and escorted several messengers to the orc's wharf. As the opposing orc's army also came out Supporting the envoy team, the young general couldn't help but put his hand on the musket in his waist.

This movement was noticed by Archbishop Chaldean standing in the forefront, who said softly to Tanred:

"Relax, His Excellency Tenred, we are messengers, and no one will attack us here."

"Those are orcs, crazy greenskins, archbishop."

Tanred snorted. He stared sharply at the orcs walking slowly in front of him. He said softly:

"Who knows what these war lunatics will do... I haven't forgotten how they slaughtered our countrymen."

However, as the orcs' envoys approached, Tenred's hostility suddenly resolved, because he saw the "acquaintances" in the opposing orc team, the young orc warlord Thrall, who had been with him on the Northrend mainland. Fighted against Tyrion. Blade of Dawn together, and rescued Alsace's comrades together.

The relationship between the people who have been on the battlefield is naturally different, and Thrall also saw Tenred in the human team. The young warlord blinked at Tenred indifferently, letting the latter put his finger Remove from the musket handle.

This scene was also seen by Archbishop Chaldeans, and looking at the bizarre gaze of the Archbishop, Tan Reid hurriedly explained:

"Saar is different from other orcs. Archbishop, he grew up learning human culture from an early age. Compared to the appearance of an orc, he has a human soul... we can trust him."

Chaldean ignored the young general's explanation. He had more important tasks in this trip.

The Archbishop took a step forward and stood with the Great Patriarch Mojana. Opposite them, the high-level Warlord Cuiig, who was directly ordered by Orgrim Chief Orgrim, and the Great Prophet of the Frostwolf Clan Rector, and the young Orc Warlord Thrall, the heads of the two big clans personally came to meet the pier. The level of the interview arranged by the orc tribe is not too low.

This probably also represents the importance that the orc chiefs attach to this meeting, which is a good start.

"Thank you for your subordinates for the information about "Qiraji", Your Excellency the Great Patriarch."

The drooping old orc prophet Drek'Tar, carrying a beast of bone, walked to Mojana and said to the leader of the wither:

"Relying on the information, we found several worm nests in the making on the edge of the barren land, and eradicated these evil lives in advance. The chieftain has already set up a feast for the wind in Orgrimmar, he I will personally thank the Druid the Blighter for his help to the Horde, please follow me."

After that, Elder Drektar “looked” at Archbishop Chaldean with his blindfolded eyes, and a smile appeared on his old face:

"Of course there is you, Archbishop Chaldean, and the children of the tribe during the empire, with the help of the Holy Light Church. This time, the chiefs and I can thank you as you."

"This is nothing, this is what we should do."

Chaldean waved his hand and said to the prophet:

"This time I am following Ms. Mojana, there are more important things to discuss with the chiefs, it has nothing to do with the past of the two races, believe me, old Drektar, it is about us two A race, and the future of all living beings on the entire Kalimdor continent..."

The Great Patriarch Mo Yana also nodded in a manner reserved for the night elves:

"The Archbishop is right, we are here for this."

Drek'Tal's expression became more serious, he turned away and made a "please" gesture:

"Then, it seems that we can go to Orgrimmar as quickly as possible...please follow me, guests."

Under the indifferent **** of the tall Kongwu orc soldiers, a group of people boarded the "horse carriage" prepared for them by the super-large Kodo beasts, along the road paved by the orcs with bricks and dried mud , From the Bay of Fists to Orgrimmar City, this rare red land of Azeroth is filled with a desolate and particularly beautiful scenery.

Archbishop Chaldean, dressed in black, leaned against the bumpy carriage, holding the emblem of the holy light on his chest in one hand, the handle of the purple ceremonial knife in his waist, closed his eyes, and had words in his mouth, It seems to be praying.

And in his soul, Chaldean was saying to Saratas:

"Madam, can you guarantee that the breath you release will not be noticed by the shamans and troll priests of the orcs? I don’t know much about the mysterious power they use, but once they are perceived... "

"Relax, Chaldean."

The fifth ancient **** replied in a lazy voice:

"Loars of trolls were born and developed under my eyelids. The shaman way of the orcs is no different from the native user of Azeroth. I know them more deeply than themselves.. . The faint breath I released was enough for C'Thun to notice my approximate location. In fact, I think you should worry more about yourself at this time."

"What do you mean?"

Chaldean asked, and Saratas let out a low laugh:

"The last time in the Flash Plain, Cthune drove the winged worm as its eye, and confirmed my existence up close. This time, after it captured my location, it appeared here, not just the winged insect. It’s simple...don’t underestimate the Qirajis, my Chaldeans, they have been infiltrated under the power of Cthune for thousands of years, they have already evolved a whole new power."

"Xun may be trapped in the Titan's seal and unable to move, but its minions will replace the master to carry out the slaughter... Believe me, this time, it must be the most fierce and brutal war elite in Qiraji, The orcs will see the threat of the zerg as you wish, but only if you can survive the inevitable slaughter... and I can’t help you too much, Chaldean."

"why?"

The archbishop asked in a playful tone:

"Are you afraid of Cthune?"

"No... not just Cthune, staring at me, far more than Cthune."

The voice of the Fifth Ancient God slowly dissipated in the carriage, and Chaldeans shook his head. He opened his eyes, and at the end of the desolate dark red ground in the window of the wagon, the orcs used bricks and stones The city of Orgrimmar built of wood has already been remembered.

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Orgrimmar, the name of the city is obviously used to affirm the achievements of the current Chief Chief Orgrimmar. The Hammer of Destruction for the new tribe.

This huge city stands like a war fortress in the northernmost part of the red earth of Durotar. The entire barren land and the largest freshwater river in Durotar flow from the west of this fortress, and on the west side of the city is a cliff. The orcs built a bridge across the Chishui River, which is one of the three exits of the city.

In the Azshara wilderness further north, there is the gate of Orgrimmar. Of course, due to the recent demon rampages in the Azshara wilderness, the gate is currently closed.

The envoys of humans and the wither Druid entered the city from the main gate of Orgrimmar. As the orcs and civilians watched, it crossed the streets of the city and finally stopped at the gate of the Grommash Fortress.

The orcs like to name special buildings with the names of heroes. This great fortress for chiefs’ meetings and policy-making is named after Gromash. Hellscream, even Hellscream himself. This is regarded as a kind of glory, which represents the affirmation of their people.

The envoys came down from the carriage and opened the fortress gate with a pure orc style in front of them. There were fully armed orc guards holding tomahawks outside the door, standing on both sides of the road like sculptures, adding a little battlefield to the welcome ceremony. Murderous.

Seeing this arrangement, the young Tenred couldn't help but snorted. He thought it was a demonstration by the orcs, but soon, the young Warlord Thrall explained to him that it was actually the orcs. The etiquette that only exists when welcoming important guests. The orcs advocating bravery believe that brave soldiers represent glory, and they hope 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 Grommash Fortress, Orgrim. Destruction Hammer in quaint black armor stood above the steps. He looked at the black-robed Archbishop of Chaldeans, and he became gray as time passed His hair was scattered on his shoulders, the still tall orc chief Shen Sheng said:

"Unfortunately, I haven't seen you on the battlefield of the Burning Plains, Chaldean. Morgan..."

"This is a good thing, great chief."

In the face of the unknown meaning of the orc chieftain, Archbishop Chaldean still had a peaceful smile on his face, and he fiddled with the rosary in his hand, he answered:

"It makes us not embarrassed to meet now, after all, in the burning plain...you exited as a loser."

The archbishop's tough answer made a provocative smile on the mouth of Tanred behind him. Because of this sentence, the young and enthusiastic general suddenly became gentle on the archbishop of Chaldeans, even with a somewhat compromised image, but The chieftain was not angry at Chaldean's answer. On the contrary, he walked down a few steps and looked at the archbishop who came to represent the human church. He asked softly:

"So, as we have come to Kalimdor's human empire, is there still courage in the blood vessels?"

"of course!"

Chaldean raised his head and faced the chieftain's eyes, he said:

"It was courage that drove me here."

Orgrim glanced at Chaldeans. He no longer spoke, but turned his eyes to Mojana Deer Helmet standing on the other side, and then extended his hand to the tall lady:

"Thank you for your help, the leader of the wither, your selfless assistance let us escape the threat of bugs hidden underground..."

Mo Yana held out her hand without hesitation and held it with the hand of the Great Chief. She looked at Orgrim, the legendary orc chief, and she said softly:

"But the dangerous moment has not passed yet. Chieftain, the wormman behind the beetle wall is a threat. For everyone present, it is!"

"Hahaha"

Orgrim gave a series of low smiles. He turned around and, as a master, invited the guests behind him to enter the fortress, where an orcish banquet was prepared.

"It's a welcome moment now, and we'll talk about those unpleasant things later."

Seeing Orgrim's figure disappear into the fortress, Chaldean and Mojana glanced at each other, and then the two of them took their steps together, and with the messengers behind them, stepped into the orc's hall.

And at the same moment, at the southernmost tip of the distant Silithus Desert, after that quaint, milled millennium high wall in time, a dozen or so strange figures screamed into the sky, in the strange light Under the flow of the curtain, at the speed of surpassing the sound, it rushed to the northern sky of the mainland.

As expected by the Fifth Ancient God, Cthune immediately reacted after sensing the breath of the ancient **** in the direction of Durotar... and the ancient **** who was sealed under the desert did not know His actions have fallen into Saratas' calculations, and his instinctive move will reap some difficult opponents for the worms under his...

However, with regard to the existence of the ancient god, Thousand-Eyed Demon Ke-Suun, even if it knew it, it would do the same, it would not hesitate for even a minute and a second.

After all, in its eyes, the world finally returned to the void in its infestation, all creatures, humans and orcs, goblins and elves, savage centaurs and even those who worshiped it... no difference.

The civilizations and existence of these creatures are meaningless, they are just destined to be destroyed...the flesh and blood residue...

It is the **** of the ancients, the vanguard of the void, the enemy of life... even if the orcs do not participate in this war? Sooner or later it will be aimed at them... nothing more than the gap between morning and evening.

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