Two teams of warg knights roared out of Orgrimmar. The leader was carrying a skeleton arcanite battle ax, and his gray hair braid was swaying slightly in the unique hot wind of Durotar. The soldiers beside the city gate stood with their heads held high.
The tribe's strongest warrior all beat their chests in salute, and shouts of "blood and thunder" echoed throughout the wilderness.
Overlord Saurfang, who was in his fifties, raised his arms and responded loudly, making all the surrounding warriors excited. Even the wargs under their crotches joined in the shouting, and the entire galloping cavalry
Looks so majestic
Roxas' warg followed closely behind his uncle's mount, but the usually active young orc did not raise his arms. He frowned uncharacteristically, thinking about how to explain to Ragen then.
Obviously, Roxas betrayed his human friends
Compared to Serra, who was not very shrewd, he was very aware of the wisdom of the old orc, so he did not hide anything. He told the story of his experiences in the past few months, and guessed that the defecting goblin should have gone to Morning Mist.
Town——Roxas almost told the truth. After all, he had never succeeded in playing tricks in front of his uncle since he was five years old.
Roxas lost his father when he was young and was raised by Saurfang. Together with his young cousin, he began to receive instruction and training from his uncle from a very young age, allowing them to understand how to become a qualified
warrior
Different from the family education of ordinary orcs, Saurfang is not just a muscle mentor, he is more like a wise shaman in front of his two children. When encountering various problems, the old orc always only uses a calm and calm attitude.
Thinking teaches by words and deeds, rather than recklessly drawing weapons to fight. It is also thanks to this that Roxas can develop the good habit of independent thinking.
Whether it was the painful years in the Alliance shelter, or during the battle between the Horde and the Alliance to resist the Burning Legion, the young orcs have always followed Saurfang, learning from this calm elder to polish themselves.
With a fanatical sense of revenge and paranoia, he is able to sit down and talk calmly even when facing humans.
At this point, Saurfang also inadvertently instilled it into his nephew:
Don't let hatred cover your eyes
Today, the four major races of the Horde are generally clamoring for war, especially the first generation of young orcs born in Azeroth. When Saurfang talks to them, he can always feel the endless enthusiasm and energy of these boys.
They treat their friends sincerely, are enthusiastic and generous, and are willing to make friends with anyone who is friendly. They have a bright and upright heart and value honor above all else.
When dealing with the enemy, these young warriors will be more ferocious and brave, their chests are full of passion, they are brave and fearless, they will not care about any force that dares to block the tribe's purpose, and they are always ready to dedicate everything they have to the tribe.
These qualities are naturally extremely valuable, but what Saurfang is worried about is that some people will take advantage of these simple devotions and turn them into hostility and aggression against other races.
As a veteran who has experienced traveling through the Dark Portal and two continental wars, Saurfang does not hate the Alliance as deeply as some of his peers. Under his wild and rough face, he hides his hatred for that period of time.
The guilt of serving the Burning Legion
In this memory, the most bloody and cruel thing, and at the same time deeply contrary to my own warrior ideals, was the unfaceable Shattrath Massacre.
The old orc still clearly remembers the appearance of that city. Although it has been almost twenty years since he left Draenor, the scene at that time is still vivid in his mind:
The quiet air carried the sounds of battle roars and wolf howls. The wolf riders rushed through the streets of the city. The draenei garrison officers who had no time to arm themselves were cut down one by one. The first wave of impact flooded the city, and the beastly beasts divided into waves.
A trickle of water flows towards the large circular buildings on both sides of the main street and overflows the wide stone steps.
Soon, the draenei in the building were driven out. Some were covered in blood, and some had simply lost their lives. They were thrown out like tatters by the orcs. The air was filled with bloodthirsty roars, pain and fear.
There were cries, the loud sounds of swords and shields clashing, and the crackling sounds of spells being cast. Women and children were helplessly crying and begging for mercy on the roadside, but Saurfang did not see any robes being folded up to slash at them.
go for weapons
His nostrils were filled with various smells, including the smell of blood and the breath of fear that he would never mistake. The gray sky turned blood red in the eyes of the orcs. At this time, he felt someone beating his thigh, but that
The intensity is simply worse than a cat scratching
He raised his battle ax and saw the attacker clearly through the cold light reflected on it
It was a child who had almost reached puberty. She screamed angrily while tearing at his armor-clad legs. Tears flowed down her pale blue face, and blue blood was so much that it didn't look like her own blood.
, soaked into her clothes, and she slapped him feebly against her body, her tear-filled eyes burning with pain and deserved anger.
Saurfang spent a lot of effort to stop the ax in the air. He would not hurt the child. This was not in line with tradition. This was not what the orcs did, but in this crazy and bloody night, he could not figure out how to deal with what was in front of him.
trouble
Suddenly the little girl stopped moving, her eyes widened and she opened her mouth. Blood spurted out of her mouth. Saurfang's eyes moved from her face to her body, and he saw the tip of the spear piercing the blood-soaked clothes on the orcs.
Before he could react, the adjutant who killed the little girl swung his spear and threw the body to the ground like garbage. He stepped on the girl's shoulder, let out a roar, let go of the spear, and faced Saurfang.
grin
"You owe me, Varok" After saying that, he turned around and roared, rushing towards the crowd of people who were still resisting.
For a moment, Saurfang felt that all the warriors had become strangers. They rushed forward shouting slogans that he did not understand, and then killed or were killed, no matter whether they were women, children or warriors.
He closed his eyes and then opened them again, but the previous confusion and pain had disappeared. He raised his battle ax again and joined the orcs' unstoppable attack tide, killing the draenei who were still resisting.
They followed the roads through the hills, breaking into every building and killing every blue-skinned creature in sight.
There is no mercy, no reason, only the endless destruction and desire. Saurfang still remembers the draenei warriors who died under his axe, and has never forgotten the desperate cries of the draenei women who were crushed by their companions.
Shout... When the souls of the orcs were soaked in the blood of demons, the former City of Holy Light turned red...
"Locke" the old orc suddenly called his nephew.
"Yes, uncle," Roxas was a little surprised, but still replied loudly, although it was not suitable for conversation on the back of a high-speed warg.
Saurfang's right hand was holding the reins, and there was no expression on his face: "General Regan, are you sure he will let him go?"
"To be honest... I'm not sure," Roxas' voice lowered unnaturally, "After all, he didn't deliberately hide this from me, but I sold him out very simply...
"The young orc curled his lips, "And strictly speaking, we are not a party. The only person who is truly qualified to negotiate with Regan is the goblin from Under Armor. He has every reason to reject our request."
"Well, it's very thoughtful," Saurfang nodded, satisfied that his child still maintained the habits he had when he was young, "But even so, we must mediate the advance army's matter no longer. For this
The war chief and the leaders of other tribes are quarreling every day, and the dark queen in the Undercity is also urging them all day long, so there is not much time left for the tribe."
Roxas nodded dejectedly: "I understand, uncle...we will see the situation later. If Regan is really unwilling to let him go..."
Having said this, the orc gritted his teeth as if he had made up his mind, "Then we will rob it openly!"
"Robbing?" Saurfang smiled and shook his head, "This is not a way to solve the problem. Do you think that with just a few dozen of us, we can escape under the noses of thousands of elites? Besides,
I have also heard about the feats of Knight Legian. He slayed the black dragon, defeated the Lich King, and subdued the stubborn Scarlet Crusaders. Such a hero, even my old man would be in awe after hearing about it, let alone
How about being his enemy?"
Roxas blinked in disbelief. This was the first time he had heard his uncle show weakness to someone since he was a child, and the other person was a "mere" human!
"You...what do you mean?" Roxas couldn't turn around for a moment.
"You still have to practice for two more years, my little Locke," Saurfang chuckled. "Since you don't want to be an enemy, why not be friends with him? What's more, you already know and like this general.
, we naturally have to start in this regard during this trip.”
"Oh... So that's it!" Roxas suddenly realized, and then he punched his chest with excitement, "Don't worry, uncle, I've got everything covered!"
Saurfang nodded slightly and stopped talking. The old orc's weakness was naturally not because he was afraid of Regan, but because of the guilt he felt for Azeroth over the years, although the orc tradition did not require them to do so.
They repent for past aggression, but the conscientious old soldiers are still making unremitting efforts for the peace of the mainland, just to repay the world that they have ravaged.
More importantly, he didn't want the next generation of orcs to follow the old path of the old tribe, and let his nephews and nephews spend their lives in the guilt and guilt that they are today.
"There can't be another Shattrath," Saurfang sighed in his heart.
During this period of time, the Wolf Cavalry had passed through the vast barren land and turned eastward into the Dustwallow Swamp. A dense primeval forest gradually appeared in front of them.
Chenwu Town is not far away anymore
————————————————————————————————I have been on a business trip recently and I am not used to writing in my notebook. The writing is very serious. I hope you can understand.