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Sirezego carefully examined the landform of Nagran. He had not seen any trace of Orc Scouts for several days. Why didn't they appear? Nagran has always been the territory of the Warsong clan. Even if Hellscream took his tribe to Azeroth, it would be impossible for anyone to stay.

Sirezego was very young when he last stood on this hill, and he watched the hordes of slit-hoofed cattle migrate curiously.

And now, this is a completely different world.

The Withered One once mentioned to him that the world he saw would not be exactly the same as before. The wizard also said that the world had been torn apart by magic, and the floating islands floating in the air in the distance were the best proof.

The orcs blocked the dazzling sunlight and stared at the plains under the sunset. This hill was designated by Nathanos and was a safe place to rest, and if there were intruders, the lush grass below could easily be exposed.

Behind him, the Witherer and Merrell stayed next to the campfire, and the two were discussing what they were, and the distance Sirezego could hear clearly.

“Nagran is completely different from what we saw when we first came here, it’s unimaginable.”

"I have a bad premonition." The Withered Man threw a piece of wood into the bonfire. "I have been in this world for a few days and I have discovered something interesting. First of all, time, the passage of time in this world is very chaotic. Yesterday, it took only twenty hours to calculate from day to night, but today it is sixteen hours. Not only that, the astrology we see at night has also been changing, and I suspect that the time and space in the outer world are very chaotic."

Sirezego turned around and stared at him with his eyes straight. "Will this affect us?"

Nathanos patted his trouser legs and stood up, "Is there any impact that you need to find your kind first, and then ask them to know."

Sirezego groaned and did not answer. He was eager to find his compatriots immediately.

"I think we have to bring Azeroth's troops first," Merriel interjected, looking at the Forsaken people around him. This person really couldn't do anything. "We must find a special place, special enough to allow me to open the portal."

"As far as I know, no one used magic in this world at the beginning." Nathanos touched his jaw, "Silizego, do you orcs have any particularly important places, or holy places or something?" The Withering One asked, feeling that places with miracles are full of inexplicable magic.

"Well, there is," Sirezego thought for a while and replied, then pointed to the north, "that direction should lead to the throne of the Element, which is the holy land of the Orc Shaman."

Merriel was immediately disappointed when she heard this. Elements are different from magic, and it can even be said to have barriers between each other. "Elements not only can't help us, but may even prevent me from opening the portal."

"Since that's the case, there's only one place left." Sirezego turned his direction and faced the wilderness, his eyes as if he was about to penetrate something. "There is, after crossing that mountain, you can see a plain. In the middle of the plain, the holy land of our orcs, and the land of our ancestors, Woshuk, right there!"

"The land of your ancestors?" Nathanos walked to him with interest. He often heard orcs keeping their ancestors at his mouth, thinking that Woshuk must be a mysterious place that can help the Forgotten. "What's special there?"

"That place was not formed naturally, but came from heaven. When I was young, my father took me to knock and said that the souls of the ancestors would float to Woshuk. At that time, I stood on the mountain and asked my father why we were not close. My father told me that only shamans could enter Woshuk because they could communicate with voices from inside Zesougu. The orcs firmly believed that the voice was guided by the ancestors." Sirezego continued to shake his head and said painfully: "That's all in the past. Since Gul'dan's evil magic cut off the connection between the orcs and the elements, Woshuk has gradually been forgotten."

Merriel was obviously not interested in the orc story, and he only heard some more important parts. "Falling from the sky? Can it attract souls? Interesting, maybe it might be a special magic meteorite."

"Okay." Nathanos's voice was very stable. "Let's go and see, and if possible, just call our reinforcements there." He looked at Sirezego and asked, "Is it okay?"

The orc sighed heavily with his eyes closed. "I said, Woshgu has been forgotten for a long time. You can do whatever you want, but I don't want to go. I will follow the orc tradition and not step into the holy land."

Nathanos raised his eyes a little, and he understood what the orc meant. He didn't want to stay, but wanted to leave. The Withered is not a fool. He simply asked directly in order to omit time: "Then...where are you going?"

"I'm going to find my tribe. If I remember correctly, when the tribe attacked Azeroth, some orcs remained in Nagran, hiding in a place called Galadar." Sirezego said, looking into the eyes of the witherer, "I want to look for it."

"This is your freedom." Nathanos turned around, and his answer surprised Merell. The mage wondered that he trusted Sirezego so much. "But don't reveal our message to anyone. Also, if I need you, you'd better respond to my call."

"It's a matter of determination. How can I contact you then?"

Nathanos did not answer directly, but gave a look at a death hunter, and the servant came over. "He will follow you, and when you find Galadar, he will leave and come to me. In this way, I will know where you are."

And he could help me find it together. Sirezego looked at the back of the Withered Man. He didn't say it, but he already knew the hidden message. "I understand, separation is only temporary. So, can I leave?"

"kindness."

"Lok'tar, wither, may your road be unobstructed." Sirezego said at last, turning around and jumping off the hills after walking a few steps. His movements showed excitement. If it weren't for the night, he might have raised his arms and shouted.
Chapter completed!