Yolin's words made Gaia'an's mother silent.

The Bleeding Ring Clan has an ancient and mysterious tradition. The chiefs of the past generations will perform a terrible ritual in the clan's holy place. By sacrificing an eye, they can see their own death date. Yolin's father, the former chief of the Bleeding Ring Clan

Kilrogg Deadeye glimpsed the future through this method.

He knew that he would eventually die at the hands of a human in the ruins of Auchindoun. So before that, he always fought very bravely, and made great achievements during the conquest of Azeroth with the old tribe.

Even when the Horde army moved north and divided its forces to attack from the east and west to severely damage Quel'Thalas, and the warchief led the main force to march directly to the capital of Lordaeron, Kilrogg Deadeye led several clans, including the Bleeding Circle clan.

, and pinned Khaz Modan's Bronzebeard dwarves in Ironforge, unable to escape.

But in the end, when the Horde was defeated and the remaining soldiers fled back to Draenor...his death came as expected. Ner'zhul was forced to reorganize the Horde under the coercion of Talon Gorefiend and other Shadow Council remnants who had already surrendered to the Burning Legion.

Afterwards, he collected artifacts and reopened the Dark Portal, which led to a counterattack by the Alliance Expeditionary Force.

Facing the overwhelming offensive of this elite force, the tribe retreated steadily. In order to cover Ner'zhul's retreat, just as Kilrogg Deadeye saw in the ceremony of the Bloodring Clan, he was in Auchindoun.

, fought hard with Danath Trollbane, the top commander of the Alliance Expeditionary Force, and was eventually killed by him.

Soon after, Ner'zhul unscrupulously opened portals to other worlds in order to save his life, allowing the power of space that poured into this world to completely tear Draenor apart. The Bleeding Circle clan was located in the original Tanaan Jungle, and now

As a result, the ancestral land of Hellfire Peninsula was reduced to ruins. At least the cave used to hold rituals no longer exists.

And all of this happened thirteen years ago.

Aunt Gaiaan, like most people, thought that his eye was lost in the battle, or that it was deliberately blinded in order to pay tribute to his late father. Because Yolin never said that he had performed a blood ring.

The mysterious ritual of the clan, and even the time doesn’t match...

This made Aunt Gaiaan feel very strange.

She looked at Yolin and asked, "Child, is this true? When did it happen?"

Yolin nodded, "Thirteen years ago, after my father died, that man found me and took me to the ruins of the Blood Ring Holy Land. There, I held the Blood Ring Clan's ritual ceremony and got a glimpse of

own future.”

"Who?" Aunt Gaia'an frowned slightly.

"It's the foreigner wearing the red robe just now. That's why I came here from Terokkar Forest today." Yolin said.

At this moment, Garrosh on the side finally couldn't bear it anymore and said in a scolding tone: "Jolin, are you crazy? Do you think that hundreds of your tribe want to participate in this war?"

He was right, Yolin was indeed miserable.

In other words, the Blood Ring Clan is indeed miserable.

In the second year after Draenor was torn apart, the Burning Legion sent Magtheridon to rule Outland. Many orc clans who had drank the blood of Mannoroth and succumbed to their bloodthirsty desires still could not escape.

Through the control of this new abyss lord, they all became slaves of the Burning Legion.

Among them is the Bloodring Clan.

However, Yolin, who escaped the bad luck, was surrounded by only a small number of compatriots from the Blood Ring (Cave) clan.

"This is my destiny, Garrosh, and I will go to meet him. Not like a coward like you." Yolin looked at Garrosh with an unkind expression and said sarcastically.

"What?" Garrosh was furious, "You call me a coward? Do you dare to duel with me?"

The difference in body type between the two men is astonishing. Garrosh perfectly inherited his father's bloodline, with bulging muscles and a tall figure.

On the other hand, Yolin is nothing like his father Kilrogg. He can only be considered to be of average height, and has nothing that stands out compared to ordinary orcs. He is also wearing a robe, and is obviously not very good at fighting - or rather,

Disdainful of only using reckless methods to solve problems. This makes him look a little weak. At least if a duel really happens, no one will think that he can defeat Garrosh.

But Yolin Deadeye stared at Garrosh without fear and said provocatively: "Come on, I have seen the future, and I know that I will never die in your hands. But what about you? Do you know,

Who will take the head off your neck?"

Under the gaze of that one eye, Garrosh felt a chill for no reason, and couldn't help but swallowed. Then he became embarrassed, and was about to have an attack when he heard Aunt Gaiaan say loudly: "That's enough.

!”

Garrosh gritted his teeth and glanced at Yorlin, then closed his mouth with hatred, and Yorlin also respectfully withdrew. In Galadar, no one would contradict the highly respected Clan Mother Gaiaan.

The feud between the two has been going on for a long time. A few years ago, when Yolin took the hundreds of orcs from the Bloodring Clan to establish a stronghold in Terokkar Forest, Garrosh, who was the military leader of Garadar, was very angry.

Not happy. Because this not only weakened Galadar's defense, but also caused many Galadar orcs who were eager to start a new life to follow Yolin to Terokkar Forest.

In the eyes of Garrosh, Yolin is independent and does not obey his own control. In the eyes of Yolin, Garrosh does not have the spirit of his father at all. He is already in his twenties, but he still looks like a

As a child, he is deeply dependent on his Ancestral Mother Gaiaan who has taken care of him until he grows up. Without his Ancestral Mother, he has no sense of independence at all, which is simply a shame for the orcs.

"Cough...cough..." I don't know what happened, but Mother Gaia'an suddenly started coughing.

Garrosh and Yolin were startled. One ran to get herbs from the storage jar, and the other helped her lie down, rubbing her chest and beating her back, all busy.

Years ago, Gaia'an's mother, who was already in her twilight years, became seriously ill. This made every Mag'har orc worried, fearing that her mother would not survive the winter of this year. They could not do without this infinitely wise woman.

The elder shaman, not to mention her guidance.

After the cough subsided, Mother Gaiaan looked at Garrosh, who was squatting by the fire, pounding herbs for himself, and said softly: "Garrosh, you have to go. With Jolin."

"Mother..." Garrosh stopped his hand and walked over with the stone mortar, looking at Gaia'an with pleading eyes, "I'm leaving, what should you do? I can't go, who am I leaving?

To take care of you? Besides... besides, I don’t believe what that foreigner said at all! What fate, what future?”

Aunt Gaia'an frowned and said in a slightly higher tone: "Isn't it possible that others can't do it?"

Garrosh waved his hand irritably, "Those idiots can fry medicinal materials into paste..."

"Are you really a coward who is afraid of fighting?" Aunt Gaia'an interrupted.

"I'm not a coward," Garrosh took a deep breath and shook his head, "but I really don't want to leave you, Clan Mother."

"Then go and prove yourself. Now go pack your bags and set off to Shattrath with Yolin tonight to meet the foreigner."

"I..." Seeing that he couldn't resist his mother-in-law, Garrosh could only nod his head lonely.

"Don't worry, my body and bones are still very strong. I will not return to the ranks of ancestor souls until you come back." Clan Mother Gaiaan said, and then started coughing again. Garrosh and Yolin hurriedly sped up.

After completing the process, pound the herbs, set up a pot to boil water, pour in the sticky stems and leaves of the herbs, and stir...

After drinking the concoction, Mother Gaiaan finally fell asleep under the gaze of Garrosh and Jolin.

The two of them looked at each other and were about to leave quietly, but there was a voice outside the tent: "Mother, I'm back!"

Soon the loud-voiced orc walked in with a pair of bloody thunder tusks on his shoulders, receiving extremely reproachful looks from Garrosh and Yorrin.

"Ah, you're back? How was the harvest today?" But unfortunately, the grandmother was still woken up and cast a gentle look at this man.

"Ancestral Soul, we actually shot a lone thunder elephant today! Now we don't have to worry about meat for this month!" The orc standing by the tent put down the thunder elephant tusks on his shoulders and said happily.

This man was tall, not inferior to Garrosh at all. He looked tall and thick, but his eyes were very clear, and he was obviously much smarter than Garrosh. After saying this, he looked at Garrosh and Yolin with some confusion.

, obviously noticed the weird atmosphere between the two, and asked: "You two quarreled again?"

Garrosh snorted and did not reply. Yolin curled his lips and shook his head.

"Dranosh, you go too. Along with Garrosh and Yolin..." Clan Mother Gaiaan turned over, facing away from the three of them, and said weakly.

"Where to go?" the burly orc known as Dranosh asked in confusion.

He is...

Dranosh Saurfang. When the Horde invaded Azeroth, his father, Varok Saurfang, knew that the trip was difficult and dangerous, and had noticed the corruption of the entire orc race by the demons. Yes

So he left the infant in Draenor and sent him to Gaia'an's mother in Gadarar, where he stayed among the red bean patients to avoid being drafted.

It has been more than twenty years now. It can be said that Dranosh, like Garrosh, was raised by Clan Mother Gaiaan.

"What? Let him go too?"

"Mother, this is absolutely not possible, he must stay..."

Garrosh and Jolin expressed their opposition at the same time.

Aunt Gaiaan just waved her hand, "Everyone, please go out, I'm tired. You two, tell Delanosh what happened just now, and I won't give you any more instructions. Pay attention to safety, and wear the best clothes."

Good armor, the best weapons, and enough rations... Go, go... This is the fate of the Mag'har orcs, and it is also your fate."

The three of them had no choice but to retreat and when they came outside the tent, Delanoche asked: "What is the Clan Mother talking about?"

Garrosh ignored him and walked toward his tent without saying a word.
Chapter completed!