Warcraft novel series

The scenery is still the same, the sky is still the same, but the difference is that the Nagrand here is no longer the Nagrand that was destroyed by the Burning Legion. Under the clear blue sky, whimpering eagles are catching hares galloping on the grassland, while cleft-hoofed cattle and thunder elephants are quietly flowing along the river. Those cunning gray wolves went to sneak attack the young Tam sheep cubs, and everything seemed to be the same as before. This is the Nagrand in Durotan's eyes, where he met the young Hellscream's father, Grom Hellscream. Although they were not friends, the confrontation between swords still made him sigh.

In the cowhide tent, Durotan sat quietly with his son for the first time. What a wonderful feeling it is. Two people who shouldn't have crossed paths are now sitting face to face because of the messed up timelines. No matter how noisy people are outside, it's quiet here in the midnight of the setting moon."You know, the orcs come here every year to hold a coming-of-age ceremony. As long as a strong young man can conquer a clefthoof cow and come back with its horns, he will be officially declared an adult. We will gather around the bonfire to barbecue and drink. That is the orc One of the most noble festivals, second only to worshiping the spirits of ancestors." Durotan said quietly, in this temporary stronghold established in Havalo, Nagrand. Durotan had just witnessed the death of his best friend Orgrim Doomhammer in the battle of Talador. It all originated from the chieftain of the Blackhand clan. None of this should have happened, but now it happened. Although the tribe's army finally killed the Blackhand chief, the strong impact still made Durotan much older. Just as he lost his older brother Fenris and younger brother Jarnar, Durotan was destined to accompany his children through this lonely and absurd time.

I saw Durotan say again,"To the north here is a place of pilgrimage for shamans. There is the purest elemental power gathered there. If you can, I hope you go and take a look. It should be helpful to you." At this moment. Durotan was still talking about past events, as if he was like an old orc who couldn't withstand the ravages of time."I will, but not now." Thrall raised his head, with a hint of worry in his ice-blue eyes. Although he tried to hide it, he still couldn't escape Durotan's eyes.

The old orc sighed and shook his head and said,"I know this is the headquarters of the Warsong clan, and you will have a battle sooner or later." He looked at the busy worker Durotan outside the tent and said,"Grommash Hell Roar is a noisy guy. He is brave and good at fighting, but always lacks reason. He has now become the leader of the Iron Tribe. No one thought that maybe this is fate. This land will not be able to change the fate of being destroyed in the end." Listening to his father's words, the light in Sal's eyes dimmed a bit,"Maybe, but I believe that no matter what the future holds, I will keep going. Even if it is a barren thorn, I will still open a path. For the sake of the Horde and for myself." Thrall decided to face his fate calmly. He knew that he and the little Hellscream would have another battle.

Durotan stood up and walked to Thrall and patted his shoulder gently,"Then do it. No matter what, I will stand by your side and support you." Thrall has such words from his father. His heart was filled with emotion, and his actions began as early as the moment he entered Nagrand.

Scout Gemu received a new mission. He was going to visit a special orc swordmaster at the Burning Blade Clan's station not far from the camp. And Gemu only knew that his name was the orc swordmaster Lantrisso Burning Blade. Legend has it that he was the candidate to be the next chief of the Burning Blade clan, and the coalition of tribes wanted to win more allies at this moment. After experiencing multiple blows of betrayal and liberation, the Burning Blade clan is now just a reclusive clan living in seclusion in the Havalor Valley. But they should not be underestimated because of their seclusion. The current chief of the Warsong clan, Grommash Hellscream, comes from this clan.

After receiving such a mission, Gemu carefully entered the invisible state. As a scout, you can never be too cautious. As its name says, the Burning Blade Clan uses flame as its totem, and they worship the sword. Anyone who can become a sword master will be the pride of the entire tribe. Those who accept the call of nature will become shamans. They love the element of fire and can also be called fire shamans.

Entering such a tribe, Gemu carefully avoided the shamans who could see through stealth, while the sword masters concentrated on playing games with each other and constantly improving their swordsmanship. It is precisely because of this concentration that Gemu is less in danger of being discovered. He carefully sneaked into each room to look for Lantrexo. Lantrexo was a special orc. He had red skin that was different from the orcs. He was also different from the green-skinned orcs who had accepted the power of demons. He had a dark complexion. Gray-blue skin, blue beard, gray and white eyes. Obviously this has something to do with his bloodline. Legend has it that he is the son of an orc and a draenei, but this does not hinder his determination to pursue glory. He became a powerful sword master, so he was appreciated by the old chief and was given qualified to succeed the chief.

But such a person was found in a dilapidated hut in the corner of the valley, and he was handcuffed and legcuffed. Faced with such a person, Gemu wanted to get closer and observe carefully."Who is it, a scout of the Iron Tribe? If you kill me secretly, I don't think it is necessary. I am no longer a candidate for chief, and I can no longer hinder your plans." Lantrexo leaned in the corner and looked up. Where Gemu is. Obviously the scout's stealth was exposed. It was impossible to observe a sword master at such a close distance without being discovered.

Now that he has been discovered, if he has to force himself to become invisible, it will cause unnecessary trouble. Lansolite was surprised by the appearance of Gemu."Green-skinned orc, who are you and where are you from?" Obviously the orcs had not accepted the blood of demons at that time, and it was impossible for a green-skinned orc to appear in this place. Lansolit has obviously been imprisoned for too long and knows nothing about the outside world.

"I know there are many things you want to know, but if possible, let me unshackle you first."For this confused sword master, Gemu even doubted whether it was necessary to save him, but one thing is for sure, the Burning Blade clan is about to surrender to the Iron Tribe, and there is not much time left for him. The astute Gemu is good at All the tasks that scouts are good at include unlocking. With the shackles on his feet and hands removed, Lansolit moved his already numb wrists and ankles. At this time, Gemu told him the situation outside in detail. After a long silence, Lansolite, who frowned, finally spoke,"I'm sorry that I can't join the tribe on behalf of the Burning Blade Clan, but I still appreciate your help."Lansoret's gratitude is sincere, but he still has undying ambitions.

"If you can, please help me get my sword and the flag belonging to the sword master. I can't enter and leave this canyon at will."This is a very troublesome orc, but in him, Gemu felt the same heroism and heroism as Janar, except that the orc in front of him was obviously more rational."Of course, my friend. Gemu agreed without hesitation, turned around and disappeared into Lansolite's room."Friend, I haven't heard this word for a long time.""Gemu was murmuring to himself while staring at Gemu's disappearing figure.

A long time passed, and when Lansolit was impatient to wait, Gemu finally came back, and at the same time he also brought back something belonging to Lansolit. The sword and battle flag."Here you go, these things are placed in a dark corner and guarded by special personnel. I spent a lot of effort to get them. Gemu said while complaining."Thank you, please follow my footsteps. I want to get back what originally belongs to me.""Lansoret once again carried the flag belonging to the Sword Master, holding the somewhat damaged long sword, and he vowed to regain the lost glory.

When the Sword Master came out of the dark corner, it caused all the The attention of the sword masters in training, including a sword master named Langke, was the instructor of the training sword masters and was once a friend of Lansolite. But when Lansolite lost the qualification to inherit the chieftain After that, this hypocritical guy immediately betrayed Lansolit and pledged his allegiance to the new chieftain Bloodblade Warlord Hadar. Such betrayal made Lansolite disheartened, and he was imprisoned. If it weren't for Gemu's He may die in an unknown corner.

But at this moment, when he looked at Langke standing in front of him, he raised his sword and pointed at Langke,"You never thought that one day you would have to pay the price for your betrayal.."At this time, Lansolit no longer bothered to call out Langke's name. Facing this orc who had lost his glory, he did not need mercy."Betrayal? I just chose the right person, and you, a mixed-blood bastard, Today's outcome is destined."Lanke used vicious words to try to disturb Lansolit's mind. Holding a big sword, he waited for an opportunity to sneak attack Lansolit.