On the Razor Ridge peaks, Gandalf and Aegwynn were with Galen, looking south.
The Orcs were using materials on-site at the Tiragarde Keep location to build a fortress.
"Grand Lord, these tens of thousands of Orcs, the high-ranking knights in the Crusader fortress, a single charge would scatter them, two charges would completely crush them. Why go around in circles playing this child's game with them?"
Aegwynn, already over eight hundred years old, still looked like a woman in her thirties. However, compared to the aloofness Galen first noticed when he met her, Galen actually detected a hint of charm.
Old Gandalf is mighty! Gandalf's treasured blade is still sharp!
"My lady, these Orcs can be said to be the most elite of those who invaded Azeroth!"
Grom Hellscream and his Warsong Clan, along with Orgrim, who expelled Blackhand's son, absorbed the manpower of the Blacktooth Grin Clan that had been separated. Although the Blackrock Clan suffered two-thirds losses in battle, they should not be underestimated.
Apart from these two groups, the remaining Orcs were veterans left over from other clans. Although these veterans don't have the same unwavering fighting will as the Warsong Clan and can't shake off the aftereffects of the Demon Blood, still feeling muddled, Galen has ways to restore the combat effectiveness of these veterans.
So, Aegwynn's claim of two charges is not valid. It would take at least five rounds of charging to completely shatter their morale.
"Also, Orgrim and Grom, one is the spiritual leader of the Old Horde, and the other is the God of War of the Old Horde. If I want to subdue these top combatants, I need to convince them."
The Eastern Kingdoms have too many spies. The center of Kalimdor is Crusader territory. Galen chose this place as the end of the Orcish Old Horde.
"Tomorrow, Chief Cairne, Archdruid Naralex, and Prophet Velen will arrive. Prepare tonight, gather two hundred thousand troops, directly surround the Orc camp, and give them a dignified end."
"No problem, myLord."
Gandalf, as the general manager of the Kalimdor Crusaders, turned and left to summon the vassals under the Crusaders to prepare elite warriors. Aegwynn watched Gandalf leave and followed.
"Grand Lord! Orgrim and them…" The semi-transparent spirit of Durotan had been stationed in Durotar. This time, when he learned of Galen's plan, he applied to come along.
"Don't worry, they won't die. It's just that their remaining lives will be spent in battle. For every Azerothian life the green-skinned Orcs kill, the Orcs of the Old Horde need to atone with a hundredfold of demons until the awakening of Azeroth's Star Spirit!"
Galen can't be said to be a supreme human supremacist, but he knows his position. As a prince of the human race, his ass must be in the right place. Jaina's approach is not among his choices.
The Orcs who invaded Azeroth must either be enslaved or die.
After Durotan finished listening, he said nothing more.
This is already a good ending. The Orcs were corrupted by the Demon Blood, committing great killings and sins. It is already good that Orgrim and Grom can keep their lives.
Moreover, serving the crusade for life is also a good choice!
Beneath the southern mountains, the Orcs worked hard all day, and the fortress only had a rudimentary shape, but the Orcs were still elated.
They were finally free!
They were about to have their new home!
By the campfire, Orgrim's heart-pounding feeling became stronger and stronger, as if the sky was about to collapse!
This made him restless, and Grom noticed his strangeness.
"Warchief, what's wrong?"
"I have a bad feeling, as if we are about to face a great disaster!" Orgrim took a heavy breath. He only dared to say this to Grom. If it spread, the Orcs' morale would collapse.
"How could that be? I led scouts to investigate the terrain within a fifty-kilometer radius. Apart from a barren red landscape, there are only a large number of quillboars living in the western valley. With our combat power, even ten times more quillboars would not be our opponents!" Grom replied while tearing apart a seaside crab with his hands.
This crab was exceptionally plump, the male's crab paste was full, and the female's crab roe was delicious. Grom hadn't eaten such a delicacy in a long time.
"No, my pressure doesn't come from the quillboars!"
Orgrim still believed in his judgment. This alertness had saved him many times.
Moreover, this time the feeling was even stronger. Even the great battle against the Alliance in Blackrock Mountain didn't give him such pressure.
"Grom, increase the number of warriors on night watch tenfold, and don't be careless."
"Okay, okay, Warchief."
Only Orgrim could make Grom obey willingly. After he finished eating the crab, he stood up and was about to arrange it, but Orgrim called him again.
"Wait!"
"Go and ask the clansmen who were on the same boat with the goblin today, and ask them if they talked about the ogre from Draenor or related topics!"
Although Grom looked puzzled, he still did as he was told.
Our Mr. Hellscream is powerful in combat and not low in intelligence, but he is used to solving problems with force. In terms of strategy, he felt that he should honestly listen to the Warchief's instructions.
"Hopefully, this is my just my imagination!"
"The Horde really can't afford any more losses!"
Ever since he broke through all the concentration camps in the Hillsbrad region and Silverpine Forest, before he had time to liberate the clansmen within the Stromgarde territory, he felt that an invisible hand was manipulating everything behind the scenes.
Every step he took was within the calculation, especially this journey to the west!
Although he contacted the goblins first, they came too fast!
The price was also negotiated too quickly!
It was as if!
It was as if the goblins who sent them here and the goblins who picked them up were two different groups!
Although every step was reasonable, it was just strange!
Where exactly is the problem?
Between Orgrim's daze, his eyelids felt heavy. Between half-sleep and half-awake, a series of heavy footsteps woke him up.
He opened his eyes and saw that Grom had returned, but the chieftain of the Warsong Clan had a gloomy face.
"What's going on? Grom?"
"Warchief, I asked the clansmen who were with Gazlowe all the way, and none of them were from the Warsong Clan or the Burning Blade Clan. Most of them were from the Blackrock Clan, so it was impossible for them to fight ogres in Nagrand."
"Most importantly, they were all seasick and didn't communicate at all after boarding the ship!"
Bang!
Orgrim stood up abruptly and then paced back and forth by the campfire.
"Grom, quickly gather the clansmen, let's leave this coast and go inland!"
"This place! Is no longer safe!"
Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!
As soon as Orgrim finished speaking, he saw three red flares rising into the air!
"No!"
Three red flares!
One high, two low!
After ten years, Orgrim saw this familiar firing pattern once again!
Even if the person who came was Anduin Lothar, the Supreme Commander of the Alliance, Orgrim wouldn't be this alarmed!
He was a leader worthy of respect, but Orgrim felt that there was something wrong with Galen's army.
"Grom! Blow the horn, gather the warriors! The survival of the Horde depends on this moment!"
Seeing Orgrim's solemn expression, Grom turned to carry out the order, this Warsong War God also smelled a strong scent of killing.
Woo!
Woo! Woo!
The horns of both sides rose and fell one after another, different from the orcs' low and desolate sound, Galen's horn was more high-pitched and loud, perhaps because the Thunder Lizards' horns in the Barrens were more electric than the Nagrand Elekks.
The orcs quickly assembled, with the elites of the Blackrock clan and Warsong clan on the periphery, and the remaining orcs protected in the middle.
Soon, the orcs saw the enemy!
Quilboar!
Trolls!
Tauren!
And Draenei!
Even more were humans wearing red and white armor, they were waving flags with a cross emblem, and they were surrounding them.
North, West!
At the same time, a huge naval fleet appeared on the sea to the east, the sails were also red with a golden cross!
They were surrounded, except for the mountains to the south, they had nowhere to retreat!
No!
There was also movement to the south!
Boom!
A huge sound came from the middle of the mountains to the south, the orcs turned their heads and looked at their backs, three huge worms drilled out of the mountainside!
Red soil flew everywhere, the Crusade had focused on greening their territory for the past ten years, the Northern and Southern Barrens had been covered with forests, restoring the ecology, but the tree planting plan in the Eastern Barrens only reached the vicinity of Thunder Ridge, and had not yet covered the entire area.
And this kind of burrowing worm is called the Rockworm, a huge stone elemental creature living underground, in addition to burrowing, it can also spew a large number of crystals for long-range attacks.
As the Rockworms re-entered the ground, a large number of strong kobolds poured out of the tunnels they had just dug, they were holding long-handled engineer shovels, the shovels exuded a cold light, it was obvious that they were not only used for mining, but also a good weapon for chopping.
After the orcs were surrounded, a group of leaders gathered behind Galen, Gandalf, and Aegwynn, they included the tauren Cairne Bloodhoof and Hamuul Runetotem, the night elf druid Naralex and his followers who came to inspect the Crusade's management of the Barrens environment, and the prophet Velen and a group of bishops.
The remaining were the Crusade's vassals, the two leaders of the Quilboar, Fangtooth riding a raptor and Squeal riding a giant warthog, obediently waited for orders in the rear.
Hogger also had the demeanor of a leader at this time, after ten years of growth, he had grown from a juvenile gnoll into a peak hunter, his position was ahead of the two Quilboar, highlighting that he was more valued by the Crusade than the Quilboar.
Among the vassals, there was also a group of jungle trolls with a number of around a thousand.
This troll tribe called the Darkspear was driven out of their ancestral home of Stranglethorn Vale more than ten years ago, they crossed the sea to live on the islands near Azeroth, but they were almost wiped out by a group of aquatic murlocs.
The Crusade's fleet generously saved them, in order to express their gratitude, these trolls swore to be forever loyal to the Crusade.
Of course, if Galen hadn't happened to hear them shouting the name Darkspear at the time, it was estimated that what awaited them would be being conquered, and then being broken up and distributed to Tazz'dingo and Retherokk, how could they still be able to retain a complete tribe like now.
At this time, Sen'jin was leading his young son Vol'jin and disciple Rokhan, as well as the tribe's two powerful witch doctors Tortolla and Zalas to participate in the Crusade's summoning.
The two sides were quietly confronting each other, the orcs didn't know why the army surrounding them didn't attack, the more they waited, the more uncomfortable they felt.
The leaders of the various races around Galen began to whisper.
"Those are the orcs that Galen said ravaged the Eastern Continent and then destroyed a human country?" Naralex muttered to himself. "I seem to have heard of this type of race somewhere!"
"It shouldn't be wrong, their bodies look quite strong, if it's a matter of brute force, they shouldn't lose to our Tauren warriors. A swarm of them could indeed easily tear through the human army formation." Cairne Bloodhoof responded to the night elf archdruid.
"I heard intelligence before that a group of green monsters came to Azeroth from another world, at the time I was very worried whether the Burning Legion from ten thousand years ago had returned!" Naralex seemed to remember something terrible. "Fortunately, the real situation is not like this, although these orcs are strong, they are far from reaching the level of harm of the Burning Legion."
At this time, Galen turned his head and said to Naralex: "Don't take it lightly, this group of orcs originally lived freely in the world of Draenor, Kil'jaeden took a fancy to their combat power, and sent his subordinate Mannoroth to corrupt them with fel blood, and then put them into Azeroth, in order to consume the war potential of the various races of Azeroth, and then they will find an opportunity to invade Azeroth again!"
"So that's how it is, I will truthfully report this information to the Cenarion Circle, I believe Archdruid Fandral will definitely make a decision!"
"Hmm? Is it Fandral Staghelm who is in charge of your night elves now?" Galen was quite curious, he intercepted and became Fandral's mentor, how did he, as a disciple of Galen'Remar, govern the night elves?
"Oh? Does Highlord Galen know Archdruid Staghelm?"
"I've heard of him, but I'm not familiar with him."
"Master Fandral was originally a disciple of the legendary night elf hero Galen'Remar, and Galen'Remar was the Highlord of Eldre'Thalas, he rescued more than 200,000 people in the War of the Ancients, later he and Lord Malfurion, Lord Tyrande together led the resistance army to defeat the Burning Legion."
"Later, Highlord Galen'Remar entered the Emerald Dream to cultivate, and rarely appeared in front of the world."
"However, Galen'Remar is still a recognized night elf hero, although he has no intention of leading the night elves, his disciple Fandral is outstandingly talented, and led the night elf army to seal the Ahn'Qiraj Empire in the War of the Shifting Sands thousands of years ago, and also became our hero, the leader of the night elves."
Oh ho, my bad, my bad, if I hadn't interfered with history and intercepted Fandral, and let him become Malfurion's disciple according to the original history, then the time for him to reach the peak of his life should be able to be advanced by several thousand years.
Fandral!
This is fate!
Galen also wanted to ask about Malfurion and Tyrande's information, when a white light flashed, a large group of brown-skinned orcs appeared, Thrall led a group of Mag'har orc high-level officials to Galen's back.
Everyone's here!
Prophet Velen and Galen looked at each other, Galen nodded to the Prophet, the Prophet raised his purple crystal staff and took a step forward.
"Orgrim, and the orcs of the Horde, your judgment has come!"
"Your crimes in Draenor and Azeroth will be judged justly, the intelligent races of Kalimdor will witness this moment on behalf of Azeroth!"
Velen used his demigod-level strength, these two sentences resounded throughout the sky above the Eastern Barrens.
"Velen? It's you!"
"You ran so fast in the Temple of Karabor back then, I only regret that I couldn't kill you at the time!"
"All of this is the protection of the Holy Light!"
Velen began to emit a soft light.
"Originally, the world of Draenor was slowly losing its vitality under the corrosion of Fel energy, but under the guidance of the Holy Light, help came to the world of Draenor!"
"Not only did the Draenei regain new life!" The Draenei stepped forward, gathering behind their leader.
"The Orcs have also reunited under the leadership of the Mag'har, rediscovering the glory you abandoned!"
Go'el also stepped out of the formation, followed by the Kor'kron elite guards he formed and the Honor Orcs led by Garrosh.
Only now did Orgrim and the others see Go'el and their faces clearly. Before, they were far away, and they were all in armor, so they thought they were human reinforcements.
"Hey! Who are you little brats!" Orgrim found it hard to believe that Draenor still existed. After all, he already knew that the Orcs had been played by the Burning Legion. At the same time, he also knew the horror of Fel energy. When they left Draenor, Frostfire Ridge had been destroyed, and no grass grew in any area!
"Frostwolf Clan, Go'el!"
"Bleeding Hollow Clan, Jorin Deadeye!"
"Warsong Clan, Garrosh Hellscream!"
"Blackrock Clan, Thura Saurfang!"
"Mok'Nathal Clan, Leoroxx!"
It seems… there's an older one mixed in?
But there's no need to pay attention to so many details, because the Orcs over there have already exploded. Listen to those names, those surnames!
Those were the children who were left in the old world, waiting for them to seize the new world!
Now they have all grown up safely and have also become warriors. And they have become losers, hiding in the east of the Eastern Continent like stray dogs, and now they have been driven to Azeroth!
"Draenor…" What a haunting name, that is home.
The influence of the Demon Blood on the Orcs was far-reaching. The infiltration of Fel energy made the originally martial Orcs become bloodthirsty and murderous. Of course, although they were depressed after the defeat, the benefit was that their sanity gradually returned. Now they just want to go back to their hometown and live a peaceful life, and then marry a strong Orc woman and have a little cub, leisurely hunting in the prairie and in the forest!
"Roar!"
A roar awakened the Orcs who were caught in their emotions.
Grom Hellscream had an expression of anger, as if someone had dared to ruin his meal: "Little brat, you are an Orc, and humans are the enemy of the Orcs, but you have sided with humans!"
The people present knew that he was talking about the brown Orc who had just reported his name for the third time, Garrosh Hellscream!
"Father, you should have died in Azeroth. Your existence shames the clan!"
"What are you talking about! Little brat!"
"Hehe… Father, you believed the warlocks' lies, believing that Draenor was about to be destroyed. You chose to go to the crisis-ridden Azeroth for the future of the Orcs, to fight for a new world for the clan."
"For the sake of the Orcs, you are worthy of the name of hero, but! You took the lead in drinking the Demon Blood! After you left, the Orcs of Draenor engaged in four years of infighting in Hellfire Citadel!"
"Because of the Demon Blood, the Orcs indiscriminately killed innocent people and destroyed other people's homes!"
"This is contrary to the glory of the Orcs!"
"The former Horde is dead. The Horde that Gul'dan once used lies to build has no meaning to exist!"
"You are now just a group of defeated soldiers, who have been swept into the garbage heap of history. The Mag'har United Clan is the future of the Orcs!"
"And you, my father, you need to atone!"
Garrosh retreated from his anger and softened his tone a lot: "Surrender, the fate of the Orcs should not be like this. In Draenor, the vanguard of the Burning Legion is fighting against us. Come back, demons are our enemies!"
"Kill the demons and regain our glory!"
A large number of Orcs were moved. When they slowly broke free from the corruption of Fel energy on their minds, these originally simple warriors with muscles in their brains were full of regret for the dishonor in the war.
It would have been better if they had won the war and fought for living space for the Orcs, but their failure brought a more tragic fate. They were imprisoned, forced to work, and lived in a daze for more than ten years. Now there is hope of returning to their hometown, and they are tempted.
At this time, Go'el stepped forward: "I am Go'el! Son of Durotan of the Frostwolf Clan! After consultation with the Highlord of the Scarlet Crusade, we are willing to accept the Orcs who have committed crimes, as long as they kill enough demons and make enough contributions, they can join the Mag'har!"
"The most important point is that the Mag'har United Clan has regained the recognition of the elemental spirits. The path of the shaman has been rekindled, and the souls of the ancestors are guiding our path again."
"We can purify the influence of the Demon Blood on the body and restore the pure brown skin of the Orcs!"
Boom!
The Orcs wavered!
Including Orgrim, his eyes were full of struggle!
Go'el!
That Go'el!
I didn't expect him to still be alive!
Orcs began to walk out of the battle formation. Grom was furious and was about to kill these guys who were shaking the morale of the army, but Orgrim grabbed him.
"Let them go, Grom. If it's true, then Mag'har is indeed the future of the Orcs. If not, there's no need to stay here and wait for death. It's good to leave some seeds for the Orcs!"
"But! Warchief…"
"No need to say more, Grom, I will fight to the last moment!"
Orgrim's default allowed more Orcs who hoped to return to Draenor to walk out of the Orc battle formation. The encirclement opened a gap, allowing Go'el and the others to receive these Orcs!
"The missing Orcs in the Hillsbrad region are also your doing, right? Go'el!"
"That's right, they have all been taken to Draenor by us. The new generation of young Orcs will be directly purified by Grandmother Geyah, and those veterans!"
"Will join the squad of the Draenor Allied Forces until their merits are enough!"
"That's good too…"
Orgrim breathed a sigh of relief and let go of his last concern!
The various races watching from the sidelines offered no opinions on the disintegration of the orcs.
The night elves had truly experienced the Burning Legion's invasion, and the tauren's ancestors had also been through the War of the Ancients, so they knew the harm demons could bring to this world.
Moreover, both races were peace-loving and disapproved of the green-skinned orcs' actions.
Soon, the green-skinned orcs who chose to return to Draenor left Orgrim's side, and in the end, only eight thousand orcs remained standing.
Only eight thousand warriors left…
Orgrim couldn't help but recall that when his people first came to Azeroth through the Dark Portal, there were as many as three hundred thousand elite warriors…
Now, most of the orcs willing to die for Orgrim had already fallen in battle.
Orgrim's failures and the years of enslavement had made them forget Orgrim's past achievements; these orcs who chose to leave only wanted to go home.
Orgrim didn't blame them; there was no right or wrong in this matter, only willingness.
But Orgrim couldn't help but wonder what had led to the orcs' defeat?
Back then, they had advanced like a hot knife through butter, from the southernmost Dark Swamp of the Eastern Kingdoms all the way to Silvermoon City in the far north; he had even attacked the walls of Lordaeron, the Alliance's capital!
They were just one step away from breaking the spine of the human race and then enslaving them!
As the saying goes, Gul'dan made them, and Gul'dan broke them. Because of Gul'dan's betrayal, all the spellcasters of the Horde were taken away, leaving him with nothing but melee fighters, forcing him to abandon the almost conquered capital of Lordaeron.
"Unwilling," Orgrim murmured to himself, but unfortunately, no one was willing to listen to the lamentations of a loser.
Grom Hellscream stood firmly behind him, and the last eight thousand warriors were the last elites of the Blackrock Clan and the Warsong Clan.
"Fight to the death!"
"Fight to the death!"
Orgrim composed himself and raised his Doomhammer high!
If the Mag'har orcs of Draenor represented the best future for the orcs, then he could die in peace, letting his death fulfill his good friend Go'el's fine son!
"Fight to the death! You little whelp, let your father teach you what it means to be a warrior!"
Hellscream also raised Gorehowl, shouting loudly at his good son Garrosh!
Go'el and Garrosh turned to look at Galen; as their Highlord, Galen would decide the fate of these eight thousand orcs.
"Go, Go'el, Garrosh, give your fathers an honorable end."
Galen said expressionlessly, giving the final order.
Go'el thought that Galen was showing respect for Orgrim and the others, treating even enemies with such respect, his big brother was truly benevolent!
Only the Lightforged orcs understood some of the core secrets of the Crusade, so Garrosh and the others raised their weapons, preparing for a slaughter.
Go'el led one hundred and eighteen Lightforged orcs, plus five thousand Kor'kron elites, against the eight thousand orc veterans!
Go'el took out two totem poles, and two huge elemental spirits were summoned!
Earth Elemental and Fire Elemental appeared before everyone's eyes.
The two legendary-tier elementals were enough to make up for the difference of three thousand orcs.
Similarly, the night elves, tauren, and trolls all looked at Go'el with admiration, especially the tauren who believed in the Earth Mother and had shamanic traditions.
Regardless of the origins of these two elemental lords, Go'el's ability to forge elemental contracts with two elemental lords at the same time was enough to prove his strength!
"Well done! Warriors of the Horde, charge with me!"
"Kor'kron! For the glory of the Mag'har! Charge!"
This was a duel between the new Horde and the old Horde; the Mag'har orcs had always wanted to correct the sins of the old Horde.
Back then, Ner'zhul was deceived by Kil'jaeden, who made him believe that the draenei were about to launch a war against the orcs, so he began to gather the various orc clans to prepare a preemptive strike against the draenei. However, after the war began, Ner'zhul discovered the truth but was afraid to make it public. His apprentice Gul'dan replaced him as the confidant of the demon Kil'jaeden, uniting all the orc clans to form the Horde.
Subsequently, the disaster of Draenor began. Gul'dan used forbidden spells to sever the connection between the orcs and the elements, and used deception to guide the orc shamans into warlock training. Durotan, chieftain of the Frostwolf Clan, was forced to lead an army to attack and destroy the draenei city of Telmor.
The important draenei cities of Karabor and Shattrath fell one after another, and a large number of draenei died in the massacre. Not only the draenei, but also the arakkoa, ogres, and gronn suffered.
All the intelligent creatures of Draenor were offended by the orcs.
Although present-day Draenor, due to the intervention of the Crusade, has gronn and ogres settled in Gorgrond, the arakkoa still occupy Spires of Arak, the arakkoa and draenei live in Talador Jungle, the Mag'har orcs live in the last reservation of Nagrand, and the remaining areas belong to the Crusade.
Even if everyone has a piece of land, and everyone lives their own lives, the arakkoa, draenei, ogres, and ogres will always feel resentment towards the orcs when they are recuperating and licking their wounds.
Even though these sufferings were not brought about by the brown-skinned orcs, and most of the Mag'har orcs were only half-grown children at that time, hatred is a real thing.
Orgrim understood this, so he was willing to die!
Even if it meant the destruction of the Blackrock Clan, even if it meant dying together with his old brother Grom Hellscream!
The brown and green tides collided!
The brown orcs, with the Lightforged orcs in the front row, used the power of the Holy Light to withstand the charge of the green-skinned orcs, and then agitated the Holy Light in their bodies.
Dedication!
The Lightforged orcs poured the scorching Holy Light from their bodies onto the ground beneath their feet, and the scorching and holy power of the Holy Light immediately turned the surrounding land golden, like flowing golden lava.
The green-skinned orcs still had fel energy remaining in their bodies, and the golden land was burning the soles of their feet!
However, the brown-skinned orcs were not affected at all, and instantly gained the upper hand.
In the battle of more than ten thousand orcs, the Fire Elemental Lord Isendioth and the Earth Elemental Lord Lorkrawl were also killing wantonly.
Fortunately, these two elemental lords did not go all out, otherwise, only orc corpses burned to ashes and smashed into meat sauce would be left in the field at that time…
There were also two of the most intense battles in the field, which the orcs automatically avoided!
That was Go'el against Orgrim, and Hellscream's father-son duel.
Shaman Go'el, against legendary warrior Orgrim.
Paladin Garrosh against blademaster Grom.
In the central region of the Eastern Barrens, a fierce battle was underway. The brown-skinned orcs were young and strong, with more high-end combat power, while the green-skinned orcs were veterans, older but with superior skills, making it a close fight.
Blood stained the earth red, unsure if it would provide some nutrients for future tree planting and greening efforts.
Perhaps after it fully recovers its greenery, it will be given a new name, just like the Northern and Southern Barrens.
What should it be called?
The Eastern Emerald Forest, the Southwestern Emerald Forest, and the Northern Emerald Forest?
The pandaren would probably sue me for plagiarism.
But all the names Galen likes have already been taken by the pandaren: Emerald Forest, Valley of the Four Winds, Vale of Eternal Blossoms.
Could it be restored to the Golden Plains, the name used by the night elves ten thousand years ago?
While Galen's mind wandered, no one noticed that in the distance, on the peak of a western valley, a black and white creature was cautiously lying prone, holding a goblin-style engineering device in its hand.
A goblin telescope.
"Goodness gracious, I've barely arrived in the New World and I'm already encountering such an explosive war scene! You can't find this on the Wandering Isle. I need to watch closely so I can write it in my 'Chen's Travelogue'!"
"Hmm, let me see. Judging from the flags, the side with more people is... the Scarlet Crusade! Oh, I've heard my Dark Iron dwarf friends mention them. They're their allies. I didn't expect them to appear in Kalimdor as well."
"There are also tauren, trolls, wild boars, kobolds, wow, are the intelligent races of Azeroth joined the Scarlet Crusade to wipe out the green-skinned orcs?"
"They're really miserable. I heard they committed all sorts of evil deeds in the Eastern Continent a dozen years ago. I didn't expect them to be ganged up on in Kalimdor."
"Brown orcs? Are they the same race as the green-skinned orcs?"
"How should I start the journal? Hmm..."
"Let me think..."
"Why does the fire of war burn, why do autumn leaves fall?
Innate nature cannot be taken away, we also have doubts in our hearts.
For whom do we clench our angry fists, protecting the nation and punishing evil, following the Tao and eliminating inner demons?
War never ceases and disaster never ends, why do we fight?"
"Ah ha, yes, I, Old Chen, am truly a genius, the best poet in the brewmaster industry!"
"I have to write it down quickly, or I'll forget it later!"
While Old Chen was reveling in his own world, he didn't know that on a higher peak behind him, two figures, one tall and one short, were wearing dark expressions, having listened to his soliloquy the entire time.
"A pandaren?" the short gnome loli Chromie asked in confusion.
"That's right. The pandaren originally lived in the Pandaria region in the south of the continent, but ten thousand years ago, their emperor, the demigod Shaohao, cast a spell to surround Pandaria with an impenetrable mist, so that his empire would not be destroyed by the Great Sundering. Since then, Pandaria has never appeared in the eyes of the world again."
Nozdormu, the bronze dragon aspect who looked like a high elf, also recognized the black and white creature and confirmed Chromie's guess.
"I just don't know how this pandaren crossed the mists and came out of Pandaria."
"Alright, Chromie, the appearance of a pandaren won't affect history. Didn't you call me here to witness the demise of the old Horde?"
At this time, Chromie no longer paid attention to the pandaren, and refocused her gaze on the two-colored orcs who were still fighting: "Yes, Your Majesty Nozdormu, in this timeline I'm watching, Galen Trollbane has already extended a new timeline branch, which means that his existence has become an important node supporting the world line."
"Just like the Stormrage brothers and Tyrande in the War of the Ancients ten thousand years ago!"
"I already knew this the last time I appeared. That's not what you wanted to say, right?" The bronze dragon aspect valued his hardworking dragon very much.
The bronze dragons have countless incarnations: yesterday's me, today's me, tomorrow's me, the day after tomorrow's me, the day after the day after tomorrow's me.
In countless timelines, Chromie, as a dragon, used incarnations to monitor countless timelines, almost catching up with Nozdormu himself.
"Your Majesty Nozdormu, it's certain that Galen has secrets, but his purpose is very clear. From the beginning, his strength has been shown to be against the orcs, uniting the major forces of the continent."
"Originally, I thought he was going to be the second Emperor Thoradin, but he has repeatedly refused to inherit the throne, and from my observation, his desire for power can be said to be almost non-existent. Otherwise, with the current power of the Scarlet Crusade, it would be enough to plow the forces of the Eastern Continent from head to toe three times!"
"And I found... there are traces of higher titans on him, so I went back to the time when the orcs first entered Azeroth and helped him cover up all the traces."
Galen didn't know that he had been sailing smoothly all the way, completely unaware that someone... a dragon was carrying the weight forward for him.
"I understand what you mean. In the best timeline I observed, the Alliance cannot cope with the coming crisis alone, so the existence of the Horde is necessary."
Nozdormu guessed the meaning of Chromie's words, "In this timeline, the Scarlet Crusade is strong and powerful, and its size is more powerful than the orcs. Instead of keeping the Horde, which is full of hatred for the Alliance, it's better to let it perish, right?"
Chromie travels through hundreds of timelines, each timeline representing a possibility for the world of Azeroth.
"That's right, Dragon King Your Majesty, I'm putting all my hopes on Galen Trollbane, and I hope you agree to let this timeline develop freely!"
Nozdormu was silent for a long time, and his eyes were full of flowing light, obviously checking Galen from birth to when Galen returned from the ancient times and killed his future self alone.
In fact, he had already recognized Galen's strength at that time.
"The Scarlet Crusade can indeed replace the existence of the orcs, but I can't be sure whether the soldiers of the Scarlet Crusade will be bewitched by the Old Gods, so I hope that the emergence of the Scourge can be left to nature."
Every undead in the Scourge is under the control of the Lich King's castrated version of the power of domination. The Old Gods cannot control Ner'zhul, whose mental power is unparalleled, so the undead have become a force against the Old Gods by mistake.
Nozdormu was not sure if Galen could kill the Old Gods, so he put forward a conservative request.
"No problem, Your Majesty Nozdormu!" Chromie agreed on the surface, but had other plans in her heart.
She had long hated that Galen had been keeping Lordaeron, a country that threatened Stromgarde to become the common master of mankind!
Chromie couldn't wait to speed up the progress of the Scarlet Crusade!
Unfortunately, Chromie did not realize that during Galen's trip to Uldaman, he had already confirmed the subsequent plan with the Titan Guardian Archaedas: using the Lich King as a cover, the army would press the border and attack by a feigned route, going straight to Ulduar.
After the two bronze dragons finished talking, the battle between the brown orcs and the green-skinned orcs was coming to an end. The green Great Gs were ultimately no match for the honorable orcs and the Kor'kron elite.
The average age of the orcs from the Warsong clan and the Blackrock clan is around forty years old. Their bodies have not yet weakened, and with the skills of veteran soldiers, their combat power is theoretically at its peak.
However, the long exile has led to serious wear and tear on their equipment. After all, not every warrior's axe is like Grom Hellscream's Bloodhowl.
The Kor'kron elite and the orcs of the Honor Guard are young and strong, fully armed with level 4 technology armor and weapons forged in the blacksmith shop, adding a large amount of fel iron ore from Hellfire Peninsula, crushing their opponents in terms of hardness and sharpness.
The martial skills of the Hellscream father and son clearly surpassed other orcs, with the Old Hellscream's skills being noticeably superior. The area around him and the Young Hellscream was simply a restricted area of death, and no orc dared to approach.
The reason Garrosh was able to fight his old father on equal footing was not only due to the Holy Light power of the Lightforged warrior, but also the equipment bonus.
Grom only wielded the artifact Bloodhowl, while Garrosh was essentially carrying six big items!
"You little bastard! Who taught you your martial arts!"
Bloodhowl's axe blade tore a small opening in Garrosh's breastplate, and blood spurted out instantly. However, Garrosh instantly healed the wound with a Flash of Light and continued to parry the beloved leaping strike from his old father.
Barely dodging the fatal attack, Garrosh got a breather: "Lantresor the Blade Master!"
"Oh?"
Grom swung Bloodhowl again: "That half-breed mongrel from the Blade Master clan?"
Garrosh's face showed anger.
"Oh? Angry? Back then, Lantresor the Blade Master's father fell before me in less than ten moves during the Kash'harg celebration competition in Nagrand. Lantresor the Blade Master is far from him."
Grom Hellscream was not exaggerating or showing off. He and Lantresor the Blade Master were orcs of the same generation. He was only slightly older than Durotan and Orgrim, but orcs would habitually compare Grom to the older generation of powerhouses.
When Grom became famous, the Horde had not yet been established. He led the entire Warsong clan against the ogre empire that enslaved the orcs.
Grommash Hellscream's famous battle was the killing of a high lord of the ogre Gorian Empire.
At that time, the ogre high lord set a trap to capture Grom, and the ogre lord planned to destroy Grom's spirit, so he tied him to a tree for non-stop torture and humiliation day and night.
During this period, Grom's skin continued to wrinkle and he became increasingly haggard, but he did not waver in the slightest.
Roaring "Even a weakened wolf can still bite!", he finally took the opportunity to bite and kill the ogre lord when he approached unprepared.
Grom returned with the title of "Lord of the Iron Will" and once again led the Warsong clan. The tree that witnessed his suffering was transported back to the Warsong clan's territory as Grom's throne, with the ogre lord's head hanging above the throne as a decoration.
"Father!"
Garrosh shouted this title again after more than ten years.
"The existence of the Horde itself is a mistake. Let's go back to Draenor. Let our father and son drain the demons' blood and let them know that orcs are not so easily fooled!"
Garrosh's feelings for his father were complicated. He knew his father's strength since he was a child and had always admired him. When the Horde expedition went to Azeroth, he had been paying attention to news about his father.
In the few years when little Hellscream was weak and bedridden with chickenpox, he heard many rumors about his respected father, all about his barbaric behavior, his battle frenzy, and his desire for violence.
At the same time, he was also the first orc to give himself to the Horde and Gul'dan's evil magic. After Mother Geyah taught the traditions and honor of the orcs, Garrosh knew that his father was completely fallen, and even if he was still alive, he would definitely be beyond redemption.
From admiration and love in his youth to shame after the founding of Mag'har, and then to learning about the Horde's evil deeds against other races after the establishment of the Draenor Allied Forces, Garrosh was in great torment.
As the saying goes, love runs deep, hate runs deep. When Galen launched the Honorable Orcs project, Garrosh was the first to respond. After being Lightforged, he frantically killed demons on Hellfire Peninsula, hoping to atone for his father!
"There's no going back, my little wolf cub!"
At this moment, the father and son seemed to begin to resolve their differences, but the offensive of the axe in their hands became even more fierce!
On the other side, the battle between Orgrim and Go'el was even more magnificent than the fight between the Hellscream father and son.
Go'el's hands were entwined with lightning, and under the guidance of the Frostwolf battle axe in his hand, lightning continuously struck Orgrim.
As a strongman among the orcs, Orgrim also had some understanding of shamanism, but Go'el was the first person he had ever seen who was so favored by the elements!
In addition to the lightning generated by the air element, the wind element was helping Go'el to hinder Orgrim's actions, and the earth element was even causing small-scale vibrations under the Warchief's feet. Coupled with the tracking of lightning, Orgrim was running for his life!
Desperate, Orgrim used the Windwalk he had learned from the Blademaster, attempting to approach Go'el invisibly, but was attacked by the wind element and had to reveal himself, but this distance was enough.
Orgrim bravely leaped forward, charging! He quickly approached Go'el!
Doomhammer slammed towards Go'el's head, mixed with the howling fury of the elements.
But who is Go'el?
That's the child who grew up in the Minas Tirith!
More than ten years of hellish training at the paladin training camp, guidance from the soul of Blackrock Blademaster Samuro, and he even secretly went to the arena in Durnholde, winning the championship of the 9th Arena Tournament as an orc!
In addition to the arena, Go'el had also fought Magtheridon. Although he was no match, he relied on two elemental lords to run away in despair, but he had no shortage of combat experience!
"Let us end all this as soon as possible! Go'el!"
"That's exactly what I want, Uncle Orgrim. Father asked me to send you to see him!"
The Frostwolf battle axe and Doomhammer finally collided, and the two no longer played the dodging game of spells.
Go'el dodged Orgrim's sweeping slash, but Orgrim took advantage of the situation and did not forgive him. After getting close, he directly burst into full power, and then the whole person rotated. Doomhammer swung the warhammer at an extremely fast speed, bringing up a gale and attacking Go'el.
Go'el decisively waved his battle axe: "Thunderstorm!"
Orgrim was knocked away!
Go'el's movements were too fast, and Orgrim had not stopped the Bladestorm, and the whole person was still spinning in mid-air!
Orgrim wanted a swift victory!
With his wisdom, he already knew that he and Grom were doomed.
Those kobolds, gnolls, and quillboar were, in Orgrim's eyes, like chickens and pottery dogs. With himself and Grom's eight thousand orcs, they could completely break through.
But the real trouble was that group of tall and strong tauren warriors. Just looking at their size, one could tell that they were as brave and good at fighting as the orcs.
Adding to that the human army, which outnumbered the orcs by ten times, and the human army with the cross emblems, Orgrim had long given up hope that his side could survive.
Therefore, he stopped Grom from killing the surrendering orcs.
The Horde's defeat was already destined, and there was no need to add tens of thousands more of his compatriots to be buried with the Horde.
Besides, he could also see that Go'el and Garrosh were doing well, and there were no signs of them being enslaved. Perhaps the Mag'har were really allies of the Crusade!
After all, they had not drunk the blood of the demon, had not participated in the slaughter of Draenor, and had not crossed the Dark Portal to invade Azeroth. These good lads were the future of the orcs!
Let him pave the way for Go'el and the others with his life. Only when the members of their old Horde disappeared could the new Mag'har Horde truly integrate into the Draenor Allied Forces they spoke of!
Mistakes should be corrected!
Orgrim rotated in mid-air, having made up his mind!
He forcibly interrupted the Bladestorm, but this action affected his internal organs, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Orgrim's body was falling rapidly. His eyes were sharp, and he aimed at Go'el again, charging in mid-air to dissipate the force!
"Go'el, if this weren't the battlefield, I would have preferred to have a one-on-one Mak'gora with you! To give you the position of Warchief in a duel of honor.
I have been trying to restore the orcs' sense of honor, but I have failed. The blood of the demon has fried their brains. I can only do my best to try to defeat the Alliance to preserve the Horde. I have still failed!"
Go'el didn't know what Orgrim's roar meant. At this time, he was concentrating on preparing to meet Orgrim in close combat.
As a result, to everyone's surprise, Orgrim did not attack after charging close, but instead rammed his chest straight into Go'el's Frostwolf Battle Axe!
Before Go'el could react, the axe blade pierced through his body!
Orgrim reached out his left hand and held Go'el's shoulder: "Go'el, did you say that your father asked you to send me to see him? Is that true?"
Go'el's blue eyes stared at Orgrim, stunned for a moment: "That's right, my father and mother did die, but they still exist in this world in a form similar to the Ancestral Spirits. They guard the fortress north of this land: Durotar!"
"Durotar... Durotar!" Orgrim's eyes dimmed, "My old friend, even if you become an Ancestral Spirit, are you unwilling to give me a little inspiration to lead the Horde on the right path?"
"I'm really a failure..."
Orgrim struggled to hand the Doomhammer in his right hand to Go'el: "Take it, this warhammer is much better than your father's rotten axe. Just treat it as a gift from an uncle."
"Also, this plate armor on my body, I deliberately aimed at the gap in the plate armor. After I die, it can still be used as long as it is recast and maintained. That's all I can do for you!"
Orgrim spat out large mouthfuls of blood. Go'el was very shocked at this time. He wanted to insert a healing totem for this old friend of his father, but he couldn't.
He was the chieftain of the Mag'har Orc United Tribe, and he had to stand firm on his position, which was related to the status of the Orcs in the Draenor Allied Forces!
"I will lead the orcs to glory, regain their sense of honor, and take revenge on the Burning Legion and make them pay their blood debts!!"
"The future of the orcs... is entrusted to you, young orc!"
Orgrim only felt his eyelids heavy. He didn't resist this feeling. He entrusted the future of the orc race to the son of his old friend. He was so tired, so tired, he could finally rest.
In his dying moments, Orgrim seemed to hear a sad shout: "Warchief..."
It's Grom. I'll go first!
On Grom's side, he was very satisfied with suppressing his son. It is said that a tiger father will not have a dog son, but Garrosh was weak and sickly due to chickenpox when he was young and could only stay in Nagrand. He was not able to bring him to fight by his side. He had always thought that his son was useless, but he didn't expect that his martial arts were okay now and his combat awareness was not bad, at least stronger than the son of the Dar family.
Grom, who was immersed in his emotions, inadvertently saw that Orgrim was seriously injured by that orc who was younger than his son, and he was shocked!
Orgrim was also a famous strongman among the orcs. Although his pure combat power was not as good as his own, and he had not greatly increased his strength by drinking the blood of the demon, he was still a strongman. He could not have died at the hands of that orc...
What was the reason?
No!
He had already had the will to die!
Grom quickly guessed the reason and still shouted sadly: "Warchief!"
Grom swung Gorehowl, forcing his son back, wanting to go and question Orgrim why he gave up on himself!
As soon as he ran a step, he heard Garrosh behind him say in a solemn tone: "Edict: Repentance!"
A ray of holy light descended from the sky, directly hitting Grom's crown.
The holy light constantly washed over the body of this orc war god. The remaining demon blood in his body was being washed away, and green sweat was constantly flowing out of his skin.
Grom knelt on the ground, paralyzed and unable to move his body, but his mind was racing.
He was recalling his life.
When he was young, he fought against the ogre empire for the sake of the clan, and he had no regrets.
He recalled his wife, his lover Gorka, who was seriously injured in a battle with the ogres. She begged Grom to end her life.
However, Grom sneered at her fragile will, which did not seek to survive but only sought death, calling her a "wolf without teeth" and turning away, leaving her to die in place.
This ruthless behavior was only because he could not personally take the life of the one he loved deeply, and this nightmare had tormented his soul for the next few years.
Later, when Ner'zhul called on the tribe to unite against the draenei, he was the first to respond when Gul'dan said he brought power.
Later, he participated in the battle of Shattrath City and participated in the invasion of Azeroth because he only had war in his heart!
Although Grom had a strong desire to fight, he was not a mindless killing machine.
On the contrary, he used cunning to the fullest in the war with the ogres.
At this time, his reason was extremely clear!
Although I like to fight, I hate being controlled even more!
Demon blood!
It has controlled me for more than ten years!
Roar!
Anger!
Unparalleled anger!
Summoned by Ner'zhul and secretly manipulated by Gul'dan, the Orcish Horde, led successively by Blackhand and Orgrim Doomhammer, was finally defeated in Kalimdor, Azeroth, in the autumn of the sixteenth year after the opening of the Dark Portal.
Orgrim fell in battle, and Grom was captured.
"The Orcs were once a simple and honorable race, martial, resilient, and peace-loving," Prophet Velen beside Galen seemed to be reminiscing. "After the Draenei arrived on Draenor, they lived in peace and friendly exchange with the Orcs for hundreds of years. I never imagined they would turn their blades against the Draenei."
Hey, the Orcs didn't expect it either. They were living a primitive and happy life when one day a group of aliens crashed on their planet and decided to stay.
Staying wouldn't have been a problem; Draenor was big enough for them to live on. But who would have thought that this group of aliens would be followed by a behemoth, the cosmic evil force known as the Burning Legion?
The Orcs were like, 'Our Draenor is a wild and remote planet, a backwater. It doesn't have any nascent Star Spirits or Old Gods parasitizing it.' But Draenor, that old trickster, lured Kil'jaeden over!
We're victims too, we're miserable.
Of course, Galen , knowing the truth, listened silently, not saying a word. He needed to respect the elderly at this time. Since he had already taken the remnants of the Orcish forces into his service, he wouldn't be greedy and act innocent.
"It's all the fault of the Burning Legion, all a conspiracy of Kil'jaeden."
In the distance, Grom awoke from his state of repentance. He saw that the warriors of the Warsong Clan and Blackrock Clan were nearly all gone. The hundred or so surviving Orcs, with Orgrim's death, had also lost their fighting spirit, abandoning resistance and seeking only death.
"Prophet, Grom Hellscream and the hundred or so remaining Orcs, I would like to spare their lives. They will spend the rest of their days under the guardianship of the Holy Light. What do you think?"
As an ally, Galen was qualified. He respected and was close to his allies. Although in the Draenor Allied Forces, besides the Argent Crusade, only the Draenei and Mag'har Orcs had some autonomy, the other Gronn, Arakkoa Empire, and Tiger-Man tribes were actually all vassals of Galen.
"Galen , are you planning to have High Exarch O'rel and Exarch Hatuun perform a Lightforged ritual on Grom Hellscream?" Velen asked.
Galen had always claimed to the outside world that the origin of the Lightforged Orcs was a Lightforged ritual performed by the two Naaru of Shattrath.
No one doubted the truth of this matter, after all, the Naaru really had this ability.
"That's right. Judging from the anger Grom just unleashed, he has made a significant breakthrough. Below demigod level, there are few who can match him. He is a good combat force, especially with his hatred for demons. He will be a sharp blade for us to deal with the Burning Legion."
"The Holy Light be praised! Let it be done as you say, Galen !" Velen closed his eyes. "The moment Orgrim died, the old Horde vanished like smoke. The surviving Mag'har Orcs are our comrades. I will teach my people to put aside their hatred for the Orcs and not hold it against them!"
"That would be for the best."
Galen nodded and continued, "However, Great Prophet Velen, the culprits you mentioned haven't all died yet. As far as I know, the once-respected great shaman Ner'zhul, although his body has died, his soul was thrown by Kil'jaeden to the Arctic of Azeroth. Now he is secretly preparing to subvert Azeroth."
"Ner'zhul?"
Velen was somewhat surprised. Didn't he open a portal randomly and get killed by spatial turbulence?
But on second thought, he was relieved. The Twisting Nether was the Burning Legion's territory, and the demons were good at playing with souls. It wouldn't be surprising for them to capture Ner'zhul's soul.
"Then we must stop him and completely eliminate and purify him." The Draenei were tired of their days of exile. They had finally found a new home, and there was also the Argent Crusade here, a like-minded force. They were no longer fighting alone and must never let the Burning Legion destroy Azeroth.
"You don't have to worry. I already have a complete plan. You just need to appease the Draenei and lend me High General Maraad for a while."
Galen wanted the Draenei to bring a large army, but with their current population of just over a hundred thousand, they really didn't have that ability. It would be better to have Maraad assemble an elite squad to help.
"No problem, I will communicate with Maraad."
Velen continued to watch the center of the battlefield. At this time, the Lightforged Orcs were cleaning up the battlefield, and the Orc corpses were being placed one by one into body bags and then placed together.
They were very fast. The living Orcs, along with Grom, were escorted by Kor'kron to the Argent Crusade fortress.
"By the way, Great Prophet, the former Archbishop of our human Church of the Holy Light wants to meet with you to exchange ideas on the way of the Holy Light," Galen suddenly remembered Archbishop Alonsus Faol's entrustment.
This Archbishop had handed over the position of Commander of the Silver Hand to Uther, and the position of Archbishop to his disciple Benedictus, and finally chose to become a Lightforged, to serve the Holy Light for eternity.
However, before the Lightforged ritual, he wanted to meet the elder Galen spoke of, the Holy Light bigwig, hoping to gain more insights in the exchange.
"Oh! I am very interested in this, but besides this Archbishop, I hope that Highlord Aragorn, who founded the paladins with the Archbishop, can also come."
Hmm?
Meet Aragorn?
Sure enough, gold shines everywhere. Aragorn is already so low-key, but Velen still remembers him.
"No problem, I will arrange it."
After Galen finished speaking, he glanced at Nalak'ress.
Forget it, it's useless to warn the night elves now. They won't believe it without any evidence, unless I use the identity of Galen'Remar.
Now that the matter of the old Horde has been resolved, next, all his energy will be focused on his old opponent Ner'zhul.
Hmm, it's time to activate the large number of hidden pieces arranged in Lordaeron.
The trolls, kobolds, etc., vassal races, left regretfully. They had only come to the Eastern Barrens to watch a show of the Orcish civil war. They were somewhat disappointed that they had not been able to show the progress of their races to the Great Lord these years.
Among them, in addition to accumulating a large number of strong kobold foreman guards, the kobolds also trained a kobold musketeer guard. The trollsnot only restored the scale of their boar cavalry, but also formed a raptor cavalry and a trolls heavy infantry.
The remaining trolls, in terms of overall numbers, couldn't compare to the edible, sleepable, and reproductive gnolls and kobolds. Hogg took a different approach, relying on his status as Galen's pet, affiliated with the Hidden Blade organization, and trained a group of gnoll stalkers who were good at lurking, assassination, and gathering intelligence, forming a gnoll scout guard.
Galen came and went in a hurry. They could only regretfully return to their territories, hoping to perform again in front of their master next time.