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"Sylvanas!" Nathanos exclaimed, then opened his eyes wide and looked at Gelbin Mekkatorque with doubt. He almost couldn't help shouting - what's going on?

What happened? The great craftsman just shrugged and held a design drawing in front of him. Now Nathanos could only see a few fingers holding the drawing.

"Why are you here?"

The female elf looked unhappy and got up from the rocking chair. The human's tone was full of impatience and boredom, but Nathanos didn't mean it that way. In fact, he was a little happy that Sylvanas came to him.

"What's your tone?" she asked coldly.

Nathanos shook his head. He opened his hands, not to hug Sylvanas, but to let the other party see clearly how bad he was now. "That's not what I meant, there are too many things going on here...

"It's messy! You shouldn't come here..." He said, without asking why Sylvanas found him, because he already had the answer in his heart, and he vowed to teach Stephen, this little guy, a lesson when he went back.

I don’t know what kind of temptation I have accepted from Sylvanas.

The female elf was wearing blue leather armor and carrying a gorgeous long bow, which made him look like a fool when he was in a state of embarrassment and sweating profusely. In the end, Sylvanas nodded, indicating that she reluctantly accepted this reason.

But she stood there and did not leave. Nathanos looked at her puzzledly, and it took him a while to understand what she meant. She wanted him to leave here with her.

"I still have a job." Nathanos explained, and then looked at the silent Mekkatorque with pleading eyes, but the other party's completely aloof attitude made Nathanos want to release those imprisoned.

Let the rats in the cage bite the dwarf's beard.

"I don't understand." The female elf returned to her usual tone, which made Nathanos feel a little more at ease. "You don't want to work in the Farstrider army, but you come here to work as a coolie? What if my sister knew

, she will definitely think you have racial prejudice."

Nathanos snorted: "Alleria wouldn't think so, she understands me."

Sylvanas's eyes turned cold and she didn't want to discuss this issue any more. In the two months after the war ended, Alleria wrote many letters to Nathanos, hoping that Nathanos could join the Farstriders.

She even thought about giving Nathanos the title of Ranger Captain or Ranger Lord, but this was firmly opposed by the Silver Moon Council. The female elf still remembered that two weeks ago, Kai, who had been studying magic in Dalaran,

Prince Ersus returned to his hometown. He went to the Tower of Windrunner and mentioned the matter specifically to Alleria. In the end, the two sides even had a quarrel.

Sylvanas, who had been standing still for a long time, closed her eyes and cleared her mind. The human being was looking at her in confusion. She didn't come to Nathanos to chat like usual. She also brought some news.

, it was Alleria who asked her to come to Nathanos. Sylvanas couldn't help but smile when she thought of this. Alleria couldn't get away due to her busy schedule, so she had to do it for her.

"I have something important to tell you." Sylvanas turned and left, her tone commanding, without any delay, without any room for negotiation.

Delano

"Grom!"

A legendary battle ax was wielded by its owner, and the wind blew through the pores on the axe, making a roar like a dragon's roar. The orc laughed wildly, and the roaring sound was also the origin of his name. As he moved,

, his long black hair was fluttering on the back of his head, his red eyes were flashing, and he kept slashing at the imaginary enemies in front of him with his battle ax. He used this method to hone himself. Nathano

Si never thought that this orc would do the same thing as him. Although he was just imagining it, his powerful skills were clearly revealed. He was able to control his speed and strength with ease. Grom Hellscream heard someone shouting.

He snorted his name coldly, turned around, and forced himself not to be immersed in this "battle" anymore. But his thirst for blood continued day by day, just like his scarlet eyes.

"Hell roar!" the other party shouted again, this time it was his last name.

Grom Hellscream put down the Gorehowl in his hand and looked up ahead. Someone was walking towards him. The man had scars all over his body, which left a deep impression on people.

"Kargath," he replied, waiting for the leader of the Broken Hand to approach him. They held each other's hands tightly. Kargath, of course, held out his right hand. This was because long ago, Kargath

Si's left hand has been cut off and replaced with a sharp blade. This is the tradition of the Shattered Hand clan.

"What a rare visitor."

"Not anymore." Kargath said, what does this mean? Hellscream couldn't tell anything from the smile showing the fangs of this orc.

"Back to business, it seems that the Warsong clan has also received news about Ner'zhul."

Grom nodded and smiled slightly. The chief of the Shadowmoon clan also sent messengers to all the orc clans in existence.

"He seems to have some special plan." Grom put Gorehowl on his shoulders, and then the two leaders turned around and walked through the valley, passing between the warriors of the two clans, and walked towards the ruins of the Dark Portal.

"Is it related to this door?"

Kargas nodded and replied: "Yes, but that's not important. The important thing is that I don't believe him. I heard that his plan was finalized after discussing with two death knights." Kargas Blade

Fist hated those dead corpses very much, and he didn't understand why Orgrim would allow such creatures to join the tribe in the first place.

Grom absentmindedly ran his fingertips over the blade of his axe. "It's better than doing nothing. In the past few months, we have done nothing! What did the Alliance do to those captured compatriots?

Will they attack Draenor? We don't know this yet. The Alliance defeated us and drove us back to this world! But I don't want to stay here day and night, only to rot and degenerate like carrion!

"

Kargas nodded. "So, you agreed to his call?"

Hellscream nodded. The chief of the Shattered Hand clan was silent for a moment. Grom knew that he was making up his mind. Kargath was a pure war machine. He was born to fight and kill. Grom admired this aspect of him.

Advantages. Orcs are naturally warlike, and they have been trying their best to hone their insights and enhance their combat effectiveness, because if they do not do that, the orcs will become weak. Many years ago, Grom asked his people and the Nagrand Plains

Fighting ogres to train them until the orcs established a tribe and united all the clans to form a powerful army. Whether it was his Warsong clan, the Thundergod clan, the Burning Blade clan and the Laughing Skull

The clans, even the orc clans that had had conflicts in the past, came together.

They continued to walk towards the ruins ahead. Although Grom didn't say anything on the surface, he always cared about why the tribe failed. They were so numerous that when they marched, even the mountain peaks were shaken by their deafening footsteps.

Trembling with sound! How could such a powerful army be defeated by the Alliance?

It's all Gul'dan's fault. Hellscream's snout makes a snorting sound. In Draenor, the plains that were once covered with plants have become lifeless, the vibrant trees have all withered, and the blue sky has now become

As scarlet as blood. All this was because of that warlock, who destroyed Draenor, and it was precisely because of his betrayal that the Horde failed to defeat the Alliance and conquer the world called Azeroth.

Grom shook his head, reminding himself that it had all happened together. Blackhand and Durotan were dead, Doomhammer was captured, and the current tribe existed in name only.

He and Kargath had arrived at the portal and could clearly see the man waiting for them. Although Ner'zhul now has white hair and beard, as the chief of the Shadowmoon clan and the former leader of the tribe, he looked

Still as wise as ever.

When Grom saw the old shaman's face up close, he was surprised and speechless, as was Kargath. At this time, Ner'zhul's cheeks, upper lip, nose, brow ridges and forehead were all painted with

He used white paint to make it as white as bone. He painted his face into the shape of a skull.

Ner'zhul said loudly, his voice still sounding so clear and loud. "Grom Hellscream, and Kargath Bladefist, thank you for coming!"

"What do you want from us?" Kargath said lightly, which made Ner'zhul feel bad, as if the other party didn't care at all about what he was about to do.

The shaman replied: "I have a plan."

Grom sneered, "The Horde has been defeated, and you have a plan?" There was obvious anger and doubt in his voice. He pointed at Ner'zhul's bone-like face and said, "You have a plan for Gul?"

Dan's actions fell on deaf ears, and then you refused to go through the Dark Portal and hid here with your followers to survive! Now you have put yourself in this way to tell us that you have a new plan. Whatever your so-called plan is, I

I don’t even want to hear it.”

Grom was surprised to find that there was a trace of sorrow in his angry voice. The Ner'zhul in front of him was no longer the strong, stern, and wise orc.

The old shaman touched the pattern on his face and sighed deeply. "I have never forgotten it. I saw the death of some noble orcs. I made myself look like this just to remember it all.

I originally wanted to continue...continue to ignore it, but now I understand - I owe something to the orcs, so I should stand up."

"Just like before?" Kargath roared. "Leading us to betrayal?" He waved the weapon bound to his left hand at the old orc.

Ner'zhul was about to answer him, but someone was running quickly from behind Grom.

"Grata!" Ner'zhul called, waiting for the orcs to come over. "I asked you to find the other clans. How is the situation?"

"Oops... terrible!" Grata bent over and gasped for air. His embarrassed look made Hellscream feel inexplicably angry. "Thunder God Clan is fighting with Laughing Skull Clan! There are also Bonechewer Clan and Bladewind Clan.

, none of them are willing to accept your call, only the Burning Blade Clan is coming."

The shaman was furious upon hearing such a report. "That's why I'm standing up again!" Ner'zhul roared. "If I don't take over this mess, we'll have to kill each other here!" He revealed.

My teeth and face are already a little distorted.

"Then what did you do while you were hiding?" Grom cursed. "For that ridiculous dream you mentioned, you abandoned us all. This is retribution!"

"I understand," Ner'zhul said softly in pain. Grom looked at the grief and shame on his face, and all the angry words that were on his lips were swallowed back into his stomach.

"Are we going to let the orcs go to destruction like this?... No!" Ner'zhul shook his head: "We must save the tribe and let the orcs unite again! Only in this way can we regain our glory! This is an opportunity

!" His last words were particularly loud, and many orcs present heard them.

Grom calmed down. He and Kargas looked at each other. The chief of the Warsong clan tightened his grip on Gorehowl. The old shaman in front of him was right, this was an opportunity. If there was a way to save the tribe, hell

The roar will definitely be executed. He is just angry and dissatisfied with Ner'zhul now, but Grom knows that he cannot put his personal resentment above the fate of the entire tribe. Even if Ner'zhul is wrong, as long as

If he has a way to save the Horde, Hellscream will definitely follow him, which is why he is here today.

"Tell us your plan." Grom said loudly, ensuring that everyone present could hear his voice clearly. Ner'zhul knew that he was announcing that the Warsong Clan agreed to his leadership. Lao Sha

He breathed a long sigh of relief and looked at Kargas, waiting for the other party to express his stance.

Kargath tilted his head slightly and said: "If it is feasible, the Shattered Hand clan will be the same!"

"Very good." Ner'zhul's voice regained its calmness, and he took a step forward. Under the facial lines of death, he smiled, looking very strange.

"I'll tell you my plan, but then I'll need you to grab something."

Azeroth, Stormwind City

"Time and space rift?" Nathanos looked at Sylvanas curiously. He had already changed into clean clothes and came to a secluded place with Sylvanas. The female elf's beautiful appearance easily

To attract the attention of other people, in order to avoid the eyes, you can only find a place where there are no people.
To be continued...