Warcraft novel series

The deep twilight purple sky and large red clouds enveloped this lost land. A race of madness brews in the Lost Lands, where the influence of the Old Gods has no restraint. A large number of crazy Twilight cultists use this place as their headquarters, and they worship the ancient gods with blood without any doubt. As for those Dragonmaw orcs who were also bewitched by the ancient gods, as for those bewitched violent orcs of the Dragonmaw clan, they were placed at the Dragonmaw gate, the only above-ground intersection leading here, guarding from the direction of the Alliance Wetland, trying to explore the secrets here. of humans and dwarves.

The real masters here are the descendants of the black dragons. The overlords flying in the air can do whatever they want in this land. There is no power that can limit their power. Of course, there are still some young black dragons that have been tamed by the Dragonmaw clan and used as mounts. in battle. The only thing that scares them in this land is the Vermilion Barrier. That is the residence of Alexstrasza, Queen of Life. No one except Deathwing dares to disturb this Queen of Life. The deathly calm has been maintained for many years, until today it is finally broken.

The little Hellscream, who was about to take real power, issued an order to march into the Twilight Highlands, and it was recognized by all Orgrimmar councilors. Azeroth's short-term peace was about to be broken. With peace temporarily restored in Azeroth, the leader of the tribe, Thrall, decided to hand over the leadership of the tribe and his beloved woman to live a quiet life in the near future. His replacement is the little Hellscream who has been calm recently. Since the battle of Icecrown Fortress, this red-skinned orc with a fiery personality has calmed down a lot, at least he is not as arrogant as he seems. And these are all seen in Thrall's eyes, which is why he was designated as the successor of the tribe.

The tribe's warships decided to use airships to reach the coast where the Dragonmaw Clan's headquarters was located from the air as a breakthrough point. This was Hellscream's idea. But the overall commander of this operation was not him, but the recently promoted Nazgorin, a new orc leader who was rising rapidly. Xavier is no stranger to him. After all, he has experienced the battle of Vasqir, and finally has some friendship with him.

Soaring in the blue sky, everything was going on nervously and busily. Orcs in simple clothes were constantly carrying materials needed for various wars in Heze and adding the required fuel to the airship. As for those elite guards, they are recharging their strength. After all, the air is not the stage for them to exert their power. And just in the corner of the airship deck, there was a man lying relaxedly on a deck chair admiring the birds soaring in the blue sky, looking apologetic.

But the important thing is that he is a human, and you must know that even the neutral force Silver Dawn will not board the Horde's ship, of course this must exclude the Archmage Jaina. He and Thrall have an indescribable personal relationship. Even if some people can't stand it, they can only keep their mouths shut in front of his powerful strength. But this person is obviously different. He has a pair of dark brown eyes under his slightly gray flaxen hair, golden skin, and a coarse blouse. This obviously human appearance is respected by the orcs. No one bothered him, and no orcs even discussed his existence. The only reason was because he was Xavier.

Five years of waiting is a long time, but such waiting results in a reborn body. After a long wait, the seeds of life that grew up brought Xavier new life. The branches and leaves turned into Xavier's limbs, and the trunk became Xavier's body. At this moment, Xavier was equivalent to the existence of another tree of life. But this also created another fatal injury for him, which was the flame.

Eternal life always comes at a price. Although he was given new life by Alexstrasza, the dragon of life, wood is naturally sensitive to fire, and any fire will cause double damage to Xavier. But what does it matter? Being able to regain a new life is already God's greatest gift to Xavier. Of course, the most grateful person is Ivina. Without this infatuated woman’s careful care day after day, Xavier would not be where he is today.

But after a short period of happiness, Xavier received a mission from the tribe Orgrimmar. At this moment, Xavier's identity has changed from originally belonging to the Undercity to a being that is almost like Medivh, the guardian of the world. An existence that no matter what race must look up to, but in essence, he is still willing to help the tribe complete their just mission. This is also inseparable from the fact that he was born in a tribe, so he appeared on this airship leading to the Twilight Highlands. Of course, he still has an unknown mission to complete.

"Lord Xavier, we have arrived at the place where we witnessed it, but the Dragonmaw clan is still as unfriendly as the legend says. Xavier stood up and shook his head, lamenting the worry that the short quiet time was broken. He sighed to the tall green-skinned orc who spoke,"Everything here is under your command. You know that I am not affiliated with the officialdom now." System, even if there is anything, you don’t need to discuss it with me, just make your decision. Xavier replied quietly, but looked towards the black and red buildings that had gradually come into view.

"The Dragonmaw Clan, a tribe that was isolated from the tribe and disappeared after the failure of the first orc war, never expected that it would actually appear here." If it were not for your command, I would have been buried in the body of a giant underwater beast."Five years later, the memory of that time was brought up again, and it was told by this orc who only knew freshness and glory, which made Xavier feel a different kind of emotion.

"Yes, Vashj'ir's expedition is over. We have all gone through a lot. You are now the general of the tribe. I just don't know if we will have the chance to fight together in the future, or if one day we will stand on opposite sides and become enemies. maybe."Xavier's somewhat melancholy eyes showed a hint of disappointment.

But Nazgorin was obviously not so sentimental, and expressed his attitude with a firm tone,"We will definitely go through many battles in the future. If one day we really If we become enemies, I will definitely meet your challenge with a fair fight. A fair death is the best blessing for a good friend. Being able to die at the hands of your closest comrade is the honor of an orc."Although he didn't agree with Nazgrin's idea, Xavier had a premonition that this day might really come soon. At this moment, an orc guard interrupted their chat, and the armored orc guard first approached Nazgrin. Zgorin saluted with a military salute and then reported,"General Nazgorin, the Dragonmaw Clan's camp is a little strange. Please take a look."After hearing the guard's report, Nazgrin picked up the telescope and looked down, and couldn't help frowning. The guards in the scattered camps sat lazily on the ground, turning a blind eye to the threats in the sky. And those called There were no dragon knights, which was especially strange for the orc clan, which is famous for dragon training.

Seeing Nazgrin's troubled expression, Xavier stood up and said,"Since we can't determine what happened to them , then let me go down and take a look, and of course assign me someone with strong negotiation skills. If possible, we may be able to lay a solid wedge in Twilight Highlands without using force. Xavier

's words aroused Nazgrin's firm opposition. The resolute orc vetoed firmly,"How can you let Lord Xavier take risks? If the most brave orc can't be the first to rush in, That is a trample on the glory of the orcs!"Nazgrin's confident look made Xavier see the shadow of the little Hellscream in him. Maybe this is why the little Hellscream chose him to be the vanguard. It seems that the orcs are brave but not smart enough. A common problem among soldiers is that they are good at charging on the battlefield, but if they really play with strategies, they are obviously not as deep as Thrall.

But it is impossible for Xavier to say these words. He only used one sentence. Nazgrin's mouth was sealed,"If I can't complete the task in this place, then I will really be unworthy of the title of tribal hero. As you said, blood and glory also apply to me."There were no unnecessary words. When Xavier walked away with an orc negotiator, Nazgrin could only send silent blessings and pray for Xavier's safe return. In the eyes of this orc, there is nothing better than gambling for glory. He deserves more respect, so he has no reason to organize Xavier.

A small raft is here. Xavier and the noisy orc negotiator are walking on the coast near the Dragonmaw clan."Lord Xavier, you don't know , I am a well-known negotiator in Orgrimmar. I have experienced at least hundreds of successful negotiations, maybe a thousand times. I have very rich experience."The noisy orc talked about his successful experiences in the past, which made Xavier somewhat irritable. He responded impatiently,"You have succeeded many times, but if you fail again, your life will be gone. Have you ever thought about it?. Xavier

's response obviously exceeded the orc negotiator's expectations, but he immediately put on a smile and replied,"How could it be dangerous to be with Lord Xavier? Wouldn't that be an insult to Lord Xavier's strength?""Such flattery sounded uncomfortable to Xavier, but he did not refute him, because finally a group of Dragonmaw Clan guards approached the Dragonmaw Clan's territory. If it hadn't been like this, the orc negotiator might have I don’t know how long it will last.

The leader is a female orc. Different from the green-skinned orcs in Orgrimmar, these orcs have the brown-red skin of Draenor that is not contaminated by the blood of demons. No one knows these orcs. How they appeared on the land of Azeroth, but it is obvious that they did not come here through the Dark Portal, or there is some other unknown way, that is not what Xavier can understand.

"Who are you and why are you so close to the territory of the Dragonmaw Clan."The female orc with the sky-high hairdo unique to orc women asked sternly. Behind him were seven or eight male orcs holding spears, who also had brown-red skin. At this time, before

Xavier could speak, The negotiator who wanted to express himself squeezed in front of the orc woman, bowed deeply as a gentleman and said,"Beautiful women, we are Orgrimmar from the orc-dominated alliance and obey the orders of the great leader Thrall. Orcs, I heard that the orcs here are still in distress and came here to rescue you."

That coquettish posture was unacceptable even to Xavier, not to mention the female orc. She pointed the gun in her hand at the throat of the orc negotiator and said angrily,"I really wonder if you are still an orc, seeing that you are covered with a bunch of A shadow of those flamboyant nobles of the Alliance, but there is still half a glimmer of glory."As he said this, he rolled his eyes at Xavier, as if he was also expressing the same tone to Xavier. Xavier was still okay, but the orc negotiator was really cowardly. As soon as he got serious, he shrank behind Xavier. Then The strong body actually hid behind a short human, which really made Xavier angry and funny.

But this was not the time to blame him. Xavier stood up and said to the angry female orc,"Don't worry. We have no ill intentions, we are indeed from Orgrimmar, the difference is that our purpose is to eliminate the Twilight Cultists here, and we need your help.……"

But Xavier obviously overestimated himself. Before he could finish his words, the female orc gave the order,"Tie them up and go see the commander!""No, you can't treat the messenger like this, we But the negotiation team from Orgrimmar." Gua Noo's negotiators were annoying, but Xavier still did not choose to break away because he saw something different in the yellow eyes of this orc. Sadness, yes, sadness, although it disappeared in an instant, Xavier was still boldly sure that what he saw was sadness. In pursuit of the answers he wanted, he decided to let the orcs, who he could easily deal with, tie him up.

The two tied up Xavier went to the chief's room under the leadership of the orc, where Xavier saw exactly what he expected to see. They were scarlet-skinned orcs with different attributes, just like the little Hellscreams. The only difference was that they did not have their own beliefs. Their hearts have been corrupted by the blood of demons, and they are fel orcs in the true sense. They are the representatives of the devil. At this moment, they are using whips to whip those companions who belong to the same race as them but have not been poisoned by the devil's blood to do some menial chores.

"Is this always the case here? Xavier asked the question for the first time, before arriving at the chief's hall."Whether this is the case or not has nothing to do with you, because the chief will kill you.""The female orc's tone was a little strange. Xavier saw a different emotion conveyed in his eyes, and said with a knowing smile,"I hope my life is long enough to see your beautiful lady again."

"Huh, boring humans know useless things."The female orc pushed him into the chief's huge spire-shaped hall and disappeared. Only the negotiator was left complaining,"These uncivilized orcs will be held accountable for their rude behavior. Pay the price!"Despite the loud noise, when the negotiator actually saw the chiefs of the Dragonmaw Clan, he was so surprised and stunned that he was almost speechless.

All this was not because of the tall and burly figure of the chief, but because of him. The scarlet color obviously belongs to the skin of the evil orcs. This also explains why these orcs are willing to be the minions of the Twilight cultists. The primitive, simple and rough room is decorated with torches and animal skins, and the strong evil orcs He was sitting quietly on the throne of animal skins, and a huge bonfire was lit in front of him, making the room hot and tense. At this moment, the orc chief was looking at Xavier and the orc negotiators with a look of contempt..

In this hall dyed red by the bonfire, sweat has begun to flow on the face of the orc negotiator,"Dear Chief, we are the negotiators from Orgrimmar. We hold the scattered orc brothers in our arms." With an inclusive and caring attitude, I hope you can rejoin the big family of the Horde and restore the glory of our orcs under the leadership of Thrall, who is not a little Hellscream."Obviously, the negotiator in front of him has begun to speak a little incoherently, and the look of fear and nervousness is fully reflected in his dark eyes. The evil orcs are a crazy race that has been corrupted by demons. Expecting them to listen to rational explanations is no different from idiots talking about dreams.

"If you use Sal's head as a bargaining chip, I will consider accepting it, but now I just want your noisy voice to disappear forever."A harsh voice was squeezed out from between the teeth. Before the poor negotiator could react, a solid red hand grabbed his throat and lifted him high."No, I am... representing Orgrimmar... Lord Xavier, save me!"The orc negotiator who spoke the last words intermittently obviously had no right to continue speaking. The negotiator who was thrown into the fire with a flick of his hand let out a scream that penetrated, followed by the burnt smell, which was the flesh being roasted. The burnt smell is terrifying.