Warcraft novel series

The red earth under the dusky sky and the rolling red sand did not drown out the hard work of the orcs. Under the unique red rocks of Orgrimmar, an old orc was farming hard. The old green skin glowed slightly red under the harsh sunlight, and sweat dripped into the corn field he was cultivating in the crevices of the rocks. At this moment, the old orc was about to straighten up and take a good rest. Such a large amount of exercise was really too intense for such an old orc warrior. But he did not complain about the injustice of fate. In this land of Orgrimmar, it was because of Thrall that he could have a peaceful life. The orcs who once passed through the Dark Portal chose to stay away from their homes and come to this fresh and mysterious land. However, they brought endless war here. Under the bewitchment of the demonic power, too many orcs became part of this war. Victims of this war, they became slaves to mankind, the victors of this war. If it weren't for Thrall's appearance, perhaps this old orc would still be living a slave's life.

It's a pity that fate did not favor this poor old orc. The arrival of the undead natural disaster completely changed his life. The old orc's only son chose to declare war on these undead creatures. The old man did not stop him because he wanted to see his son become a hero to the orcs like he did back then. But the Lich King destroyed all of this. When the Frostmourne pierced the body of the old orc son, his soul completely belonged to the Lich King, and freedom was separated from him. Old Saurfang once again had to shoulder the burden of family glory and the pain of losing his son. The hero of the tribe, Old King Saurfang, could no longer bear the burden on his shoulders. He gave up his power and wealth to cultivate a meager harvest on this barren land. He once promised his deceased wife to protect their only son, but he broke his promise. The endless grief was eroding the old orc's fragile heart, and the pain like a knife will accompany him throughout his life.

"Pack your hoes and pick up your warhammers, it's time to fight for the Horde."An equally old voice came from the empty valley. Old Saurfang raised his head slightly, and what appeared in his eyes was an even older orc. His gray-green skin was wrinkled, and his sparse hair was beaten. Chengtuo was tied behind his head, and his gray beard confirmed the profound time he had experienced. Only his eyes did not look old, and the dark brown eyes reflected a kind of confident brilliance."Etrigg, Are you here to persuade me to fight for the tribe again? Now I just want to be alone."Etrigg, as a tribal elder, looked at this orc who looked particularly old because of the loss of his beloved son, and did not show him any mercy."Stand up, Saurfang, the life that has passed will not come back, but you You can also save your son's soul. Are you willing to see little Saurfang's soul trapped in the hands of the Lich King and enduring countless tortures?"

Once upon a time, there was a little hope in Saurfang's eyes, but the excessive blow left him disheartened, and his hoarse voice confirmed his helplessness."I once promised his mother that I would always protect my son. I protect him and love him, but I broke my promise. I no longer have the courage to face anyone. For an orc who has lost his glory, I am willing to die quietly on this red land. Saurfang's depression completely angered Eitrigg, and he roared at Saurfang,"Have you forgotten the glory of being a member of the Frostwolf clan? In that homeland, you are Valiant warrior. On the continent of Azeroth, you paid for that misplaced war. You gave up your freedom when you were a slave. It was Thrall who gave you hope. The new leader of the Frostwolves brought new hope to all orcs, and you swore your life to him. And when he retrieved your son for you from the Nagrand Swamp in Draenor, you completely bowed before this wise tribal leader. Swear that all difficulties will not make you give up your loyalty to the tribe, and how can your actions now be worthy of Thrall's favor to you!"

Facing Eitrigg's question, Saurfang was speechless, but he still could not give up the grief of losing his son, but all this would happen after defeating the Lich King and redeeming his son's soul. Although old Saurfang Farr did not give a clear answer, but Eitrigg had already seen the old Saurfang's determination to regroup from the light emanating from the deep eyes of the old Saurfang. He gathered his fist and hit the old Saurfang. On his body, he expressed his encouragement for Saurfang to get back on his feet. The old orc staggered back two steps but happened to bump into an orc messenger who was coming in a hurry. The two old orcs looked at the unlucky messenger together. The young orc The messenger brought Thrall's order, asking them to rush to the council hall of Orgrimmar immediately. The two old orcs looked at each other and smiled. They already knew what was going to happen next. In the council hall of the main city of the tribe, today It is destined to be restless.

Large rocks, earthy brown heavy metal, rough and wild form the capital of this tribe. The solemn and majestic orc warriors are still faithfully performing their tasks, and the shrewd goblin cries have always been here to show off. The scenery, the diligent tauren and the trolls who are always afraid of the sun make up this huge tribal capital. The people living here have not lost their peaceful life because of the raging undead natural disasters, but at this time Another person who will change their destiny has arrived.

Windrunner Sylvanas, the once arrogant Queen of Darkness, is now alone. In the battle of the Scourge Gate, the Forsaken became the target of Azeroth. The object of hatred of all races in Sri Lanka, Faranir, the president of the Royal Apothecary Association who was once deeply trusted by Sylvanas, betrayed him and used those plagues that could eliminate the undead natural disasters to kill the natural disasters and the tribal alliance. Everyone in the army. It was the perfect revenge. The Forgotten, blinded by hatred, chose the most direct way of revenge. However, their goal was not achieved. Arthas, who was seriously injured, did not die. He was crazy. The counterattack destroyed almost all the military deployments of the Horde and Alliance in Northrend.

The lich Kel'Thuzad, who owned the flying castle Naxxramas, worked particularly hard to push the undead scourge, which represented death, to the entire continent of Northrend. The orcs The army was retreating steadily, which made the little Hellscream on the front line very angry. Now he has returned to Orgrimmar to settle the account with the culprit who caused all this. As another victim of this war Sylvanas was also displaced by the undercurrent from within the Forsaken.

The Dread Lord Varimathras, the demon who swore to kill Sylvanas when the Undercity was first established, finally emerged at this moment. His true appearance was revealed. While Sylvanas was heading to Northrend, this demon took over the Undercity. In the deepest underground palace, this demon with a backbone was secretly planning to summon his true identity. The fallen titan Sargeras, the master of the Burning Legion who once brought destruction to this world. In that ancient war, this fallen titan had already caused this small world to fall apart before he really came to this continent. pieceAzeroth was split into three continents by the Well of Eternity that exploded in the catastrophe. Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the undead plague that occurred on the continent of the Eastern Kingdom did not sweep across Azeroth, and the orcs were able to escape this historic disaster.

When Sylvanas returned to the Undercity, it was no longer his home. The raging demons made Sylvanas feel fear for the first time. When he saw his confidant Faranir and the man who dared to betray him, When Varimathras, the King of Fear, stood together, he finally understood that this was all a conspiracy. Ever since Faranir studied the plague that could kill the undead, he had fallen into the trap of this insidious pharmacist. The battle at the Gate of Scourge focused all conflicts on the Forgotten. As the queen of this race, Sylvanas has naturally become the target of public criticism. Faced with the situation of losing all her supporters, Sylvanas can only choose to escape. Leave this home of all the forgotten.

Return to the former highborne castle, Silvermoon City? It's not that Sylvanas hasn't thought about it, but she also knows deeply that as her own race, the blood elves hate all dirty things. The most important thing is to face the anger of the entire Azeroth. How will the small Silvermoon City resist? Although the current regent of Silvermoon City, Lor'themar Theron, is his former subordinate, how can this timid guy shoulder the heavy responsibility of protecting himself? He would have done it without betraying himself. It's a very good result.

After careful consideration, Sylvanas chose to return to Orgrimmar, the orc capital. Although he knew the anger he would face, he still chose to come back as the price of reviving the Forsaken race. This choice had to be made. The empty Orgrimmar meeting hall is still the same as before, and the blazing bonfire emits a faint red light against the animal skin erected at the door of the meeting hall. The leader is Thrall. On the left is his friend Vol'jin, the leader of the trolls. On the right is an angry little Hellscream. If it hadn't been for Thrall's request, perhaps this angry orc would have been unable to contain the anger in his chest. Flame.

Just like a year ago, Sylvanas came to Orgrimmar with great glory. At that time, he was the Queen of Darkness who was supported by her subordinates. But now, although she still has frost-white skin like marble and silver-like skin, White hair, but all this is not consistent with the dusty cloak stained by wind and frost and the solitary figure burned by the red sand. When a person walks into the Orgrimmar meeting hall, he looks more like a prisoner on trial.

"Please forgive me for being unreasonable. I came here to hope that Horde Leader Thrall will fulfill your original promise and save the people of the Undercity."Sylvanas can only plead for Thrall's help in a low voice, hoping that he can readily agree to assist all the Forgotten people just like when he signed the treaty to join the tribe. Unfortunately, Thrall is as wise as ever, but next to him The little hell roar could no longer suppress the anger in his chest."That's enough, Sylvanas. What you Forsaken have done has ignited the anger of everyone in the entire continent of Azeroth. The battle at the Gate of Scourge My best brother died in the battle. Although it was not your fault, the anger of your Forsaken hatred caused the entire combined army of the Horde Alliance to be annihilated. The entire war situation has since been out of control. We are on the continent of Northrend. The military deployment was almost completely wiped out, and the already fragile relationship with the alliance was broken as always because of your betrayal. But now you are being driven out of the Undercity because of a traitor among the Forsaken you lead. You should have thought of the consequences. When you acted arbitrarily, you should have expected the results today."