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"Come again!"

"Shut up!"

"Stand up, you guy!"

"Ah!!!" The orc Grata suddenly stood up and pushed hard at his companion Brodog. The opponent had no time to defend and fell down like a sapling.

"Haha...!" Grata laughed, his fangs exposed from his ferocious smile. "You lost this time!"

"Bastard!" Brodog stood up and angrily sat down on the stone next to him. This time it was Grata who yelled. He was mocking Brodog, trying to get the deflated orc to compete with him again.

once.

However, Brodog sat there motionless in depression, seeming to be very disdainful of the way Grata had just won.

"Angry? You have done this once before." Grata said, and then her whole body relaxed. It seemed that Brodog decided to end the game.

Brodog glanced at him. If he launched an attack at this time, he would definitely win, but so what? It would just be a do-over. A few months had passed. Since the Dark Portal closed, he and Gra

Tower spent almost every day playing boring games. Except for the despair and anxiety they felt at the beginning after listening to the tribe soldiers who escaped from the other side mentioning everything that happened, there was nothing worth paying attention to.

, they were a little scared at first, but now, they have completely become orphans of the war.

The warchief of the Horde, Orgrim Doomhammer, was defeated and captured. The new world and new home he promised were all in vain. Now the whole of Draenor seems to be as peaceful as before, but everything has changed.

Brodog thought it would remain peaceful until a few days ago, two strangers came to the village, two extremely disgusting people. Together they went to find Ner'zhul, the chief of the Shadowmoon Clan.

Brodog saw Ner'zhul receive them with his own eyes, and they talked for several days.

"How strange!" Brodog muttered.

Grata was kicking the bones of a beast. He had to find something to do on days like this. He heard Brodog's voice, but he didn't care about it. The word 'strange' changed at this time.

It's not surprising at all. Just like this world, it no longer has any meaning, although it was not like this before. He looked up at the red sky in front of him. The sun was no longer blocked by any clouds, like a burning fireball.

Generally speaking, it is no different from the color of the sky. Grata still remembers the blue sky and warm sun in this world many years ago, as well as the green fields and valleys all over the mountains and plains, the strong cleft-hoof cattle migrating in groups, and the Tabu sheep enjoying the rich fertile grass.

. He once fished next to the deep and cool lake shore, but he was so ignorant at the time and did not feel happy about the life at that time. Until now, what he wanted to cherish has passed away, and in the following days, the water

It will become extremely precious. Those unpolluted water are regarded as treasures by the orcs, and they are sealed in buckets and distributed uniformly.

Grata brought his thoughts back to the present and kicked the skull in front of him casually, raising red dust. This made his lips feel dry, so he picked up his water bag and took a small sip.

A mouthful. His green skin no longer looked so shiny because of the dust, but it highlighted his black hair. He liked his hair very much, because the entire continent seemed to be completely engulfed in red, as if it were soaked in red.

It's just like blood, with just this little bit of different color.

The whole world is so strange.

In fact, the strangest thing was that he and Brodog were asked to stay here, letting them play boring games to waste time. He looked up at the towering arch in front of him. That was the Dark Portal, but there was no past.

Those green energy. In other words, this gate obviously has no value, so what's the point of Ner'zhul sending them here?

On the other side, in the center of the Shadowmoon Clan village, there was a simple house built with wood. There was no light inside and it was pitch black, but the three people talking could all identify each other's location.

"I have said it many times, the tribe is finished!" The voice came from an old orc. His voice was a little hoarse, and he coughed twice when he finished speaking. It seemed that his life was coming to an end. "

More than half of my people followed Orgrim to another world, but now it’s hard to tell whether they are dead or alive.”

"Indeed, but as long as we contact them..." He was answered by a man with the same hoarse voice but exuding a terrifying aura.

"Contact?" The old orc felt that he heard a joke, but he still asked: "How to contact? You better not be joking, Blood Demon!"

"Of course, deceiving you has no value to me, Ner'zhul!"

The identities of the two people in the darkness are no longer mysterious. Ner'zhul, the chief of the Shadowmoon clan, is one of the few clan chiefs who did not follow the tribe to Azeroth. The death knight Talon Gorefiend returned after the defeat.

A member of the Horde, he stood to Ner'zhul's left.

The chief of the Shadowmoon clan looked to the right. He could not see anything, but he knew that there was another death knight here.

"What he said is true, Ner'zhul." Jazz Soulbreaker said with certainty, although he didn't know why Ner'zhul asked him. He and the blood demon obviously came together, and they were both

Death knight.

Ner'zhul fell into silence, he was very hesitant. Out of concern for other orcs in another world, especially the members of the Shadowmoon clan, Ner'zhul had to consider what Talon Bloodseeker said. Moreover, he was once a shadow

A member of the Council, Ner'zhul would never believe that he would do it for the Horde. "Say what you think."

Bloodfiend's patience was almost exhausted. He even felt that Ner'zhul was a weak waste. Spending several days talking to him was a waste of time, but when Ner'zhul asked him to express his thoughts,

, Blood Demon knew that he was shaken.

"It's very simple. There is a time and space gap between Azeroth and Draenor."

Azeroth, Maris Farm

It was quieter than before. Sylvanas was not welcomed as usual when she came here because there was no one here. The female elf walked around but did not find her "prey".

Since the end of the war, she has often come here to look for the human. No matter if there is something to do or not, Sylvanas will come here regularly every few days, then have dinner with Nathanos, and occupy the human's room by the way.

He had no choice but to sleep somewhere else, leaving only one or two silver coins the next day and leaving silently, as if he was treating this place as a hotel.

Sylvanas enjoyed spending time with Nathanos. Every time she returned to Quel'Thalas, her sister would always find various topics to focus on Nathanos, of course.

Sylvanas would also beat around the bush and try not to tell Alleria too much about Nathanos, which made Alleria often angry. Every time she thought of her sister's angry look, Sylvanas felt like

It was funny, so she came to Maris Farm more often.

But today she couldn't find Nathanos. In desperation, she could only stay here and wait. The door of the house was unlocked. Sylvanas believed that the guy would definitely come back, and then she would teach him a lesson and tell him

He shouldn't have kept himself waiting so long.

Within a few minutes, the female elf's long ears heard movement, and there was the sound of footsteps approaching.

"Ah! Are you here again?" The moment Stephen stepped into the door, he saw Sylvanas sitting on a chair and tapping on the table. The woman's eyes were obviously disappointed because the person she was waiting for was not Stephen.

"Is it you, little guy?" Sylvanas stood up and looked at the little boy holding the fishing rod and bucket in his hands.

"Yes, that's right! My name is Stephen!" the boy said awkwardly, while muttering in a low voice: "What my cousin said is absolutely right."

Sylvanas heard this and asked, "What did he say?"

"Ah?" Stephen opened his eyes wide. Sylvanas had already approached him, and her aura made Stephen extremely nervous. "Uh! It's nothing, yes! He said you are a beautiful lady, and he met her

The most beautiful lady who has ever lived, yes...that's it!" He showed an awkward smile, even he himself didn't believe his explanation. Sylvanas didn't make it difficult for him, covered her mouth and smiled, squatting down

Looking level with Stephen.

"Tell me, where is your cousin?"

Stephen immediately closed his mouth when he heard this question, looked at Sylvanas helplessly, and did not answer a word. The female elf nodded thoughtfully, this must be Nathanos who asked him to do this! The corner of her mouth smiled slightly

Then he took out a gold coin from his pocket and shook it in front of Stephen's eyes. The boy's eyes also swayed, and then he closed his eyes and chose to avoid temptation in this way. Sylvanas was not angry when he saw this.

, she was even happier. She took off a red cloth bag, weighed it in her hand, and made a "crash" sound. Even a fool could tell that it was a bulging money bag. Stephen opened his eyes instantly, and the money bag

There were at least ten gold coins inside. The boy swallowed, it was enough for him to buy a good horse in the future and help him become a knight.

"Have you thought about it?" The female elf jokingly looked at Stephen, whose will was about to "collapse", "It's a joke that Nathanos asked him to protect the secret." Sylvanas thought in her heart.

"Okay, I'll tell you, but don't say I told you."
Chapter completed!