The first knight tightened the reins, and the companions behind him also stopped in tacit agreement. Seeing the orcs looking like they were facing a formidable enemy, the crowd couldn't help but laugh.
"Whoever is coming, please tell me your name!"
Seedorf didn't want to go overboard, but when he heard that these humans dared to be so rampant in front of his main city, his heart jumped up with anger. He hit the battle ax with his hand and shouted loudly with his eyes wide open.
The leading knight looked behind him reproachfully, and then replied in a gentle tone: "The next group of people are the envoys of Stormwind City, and they are here to see War Chief Thrall. I hope this warrior can report on his behalf."
"Messenger of the Alliance?" Seedorf looked at the other party in confusion. He saw the man with blond hair and a shawl. He looked extremely young, no more than twenty years old. He was wearing a red shirt. The coat of arms on his chest was his.
Storm patterns never seen before
The orcs have been in the army for more than 20 years and have fought more than a hundred battles with the alliance. Even with their eyes closed, they can recite the numbers and flags of most of the alliance's main armies. However, they have never seen the red storm emblem that was established not long ago, so they can't
No wonder Seedorf's face became more and more suspicious.
"I'm very sorry, Your Excellency!" The Kor'kron warrior thought for a long time, but still didn't remember that there was such a No. 1 unit in the alliance, and the temperament and conversation of the other party did not look like that of a noble family. The cautious Seedorf could only shake his head.
He said, "I can't confirm the identity of you and your companions behind you, so naturally I can't let you enter Orgrimmar!"
The knight frowned and said nothing, but the laughing voice from before was the first to shout: "Damn it! What do you mean by saying that? We are all envoys appointed by His Majesty King Varian of Stormwind. Could it be because of you?
Being left out in the damn wilderness all night because of my ignorance?"
The speaker was a dwarf riding on a blue sheep. From his fiery temper and iconic brown beard, it was easy to tell that this was the artillery commander of the Crimson Storm - Eric Thunderhammer. The leader,
There is no doubt that it is Reagan.
Because of Jaina's magical communication, Stormwind City received news of Silithus' emergency even earlier than Orgrimmar. At the royal council, Varian and other military personnel agreed that if the bugs were allowed to become powerful, they would suffer.
It’s not just the Horde, the Alliance is in danger. It’s just a matter of time.
In view of this, the Noble Council also rarely unanimously passed the resolution of the military personnel and His Majesty Varian, believing that the most elite troops should be sent to Silithus to resist the Qiraji that swept the continent ten thousand years ago.
bug man
However, at this time, the alliance's military strength was in an embarrassing dilemma. Bolvar's Northern Expedition advance force took away most of the elite troops of Stormwind City, and other legions also had their own tasks and defense areas to garrison, especially those who had been in the area in recent years.
The Seventh Legion of the Fire Brigade, the Dark Portal that seals the passage between the worlds of Azeroth and Draenor, is in the cursed land where they are stationed. This army cannot move lightly no matter what.
This made Varian worried. There was no way he could personally lead the Guards across the Endless Sea, leaving the huge Stormwind City behind to fight for Silithus!
But at this time, Havers, the commander-in-chief of the Seventh Legion, came to his rescue. The veteran pointed out that although the guards of the Dark Portal were important, the threat of Silithus must not be ignored lightly, and the two sides were inseparable.
Comparatively, the Dark Portal is still in the sealing period, so the threat is naturally no greater than the Qiraji wave that is about to break out. In fact, it is not unfeasible to send more witches to artificially suppress it with arcane power. In this way, the seventh
Some of the Legion's military strength can also be freed to go to Silithus for support.
Varian immediately applauded Havers' proposal after reading it, so he immediately sent a message to Theramore and Morningmist Town, agreed to Regan's proposal to unite the tribes, and asked Jaina to lead a part of the mage guard to the cursed land.
Change defenses with Havers and the Seventh Legion there to monitor the Dark Portal movements there.
After the above series of arrangements, Regen naturally rushed to Orgrimmar without stopping. However, because he encountered some wild boar robbers on the road, the envoys who were supposed to arrive in the afternoon were delayed for several hours. After dinner,
Just about to arrive at the city gate of Orgrimmar
Eric has always been a powder keg. In addition, he was exhausted from running all day and had not even had two sips of wine. When he arrived at his destination, he was turned away by a group of orcs. You can imagine his unhappiness.
Got it
Regen frowned in displeasure, and secretly decided that he would never bring this tough guy with him anywhere in the future. He was about to explain a few words to Seedorf, but unexpectedly the orc's eyes suddenly lit up and his mouth opened.
He laughed and said: "Ah ha, it turns out they are the dwarfs from Thunder Hammer! Eric, you old guy, why are you now working as an errand boy for young people?"
Eric's beard stood up in anger, and he shouted loudly: "Get out, you stupid greenskin! If your uncle hadn't come as an envoy today, you would have received two hammers based on what you just said!"
"Come on, come on! Since it's you, I have no objection!" Seedorf smiled, waved his hand, and said to Regan, "Then, Mr. Envoy, please follow me to the Wisdom Valley to meet with the chief.
He probably hasn’t fallen asleep yet.”
The tense atmosphere was unexpectedly resolved. Regan was surprised and a little bit sad. Later, he secretly asked Eric how he knew the orcs, and found out that both of them were veterans of the Second War.
The orcs stormed Ironforge, and the Thunderhammer troops guarded the gate for three days and three nights. Countless orc warriors died under their artillery fire and bullets.
The forced former warchief Orgrim Doomhammer organized an elite force to raid, and Seedorf was one of them. That Jedi raid almost collapsed the gate of Ironforge, and the three
The position that had not been lost day and night also changed hands for the first time. Later, it was only Magni and Bronzebeard who personally organized the men to take it back, so that Ironforge did not fall.
"Actually, the veterans who have experienced that war understand in their hearts that a meaningless war will not bring glory at all, but will only be accompanied by destruction and pain." At this time, Eric was rarely like a wise man, "General, don't look at
The warlike voices among the orcs have been suppressed by Thrall for many years, but most of those who make these voices are the younger generation who have never experienced suffering. They want blood more than their parents and ancestors, and they are all the backbone of the future, such as
If things continue like this, I think the Horde and the Alliance will have a fierce and earth-shattering battle sooner or later!"
Regan looked at Eric with some surprise, and said after a while: "I really didn't expect that such a fiery little old man like you could actually say such philosophical words. It seems that I really underestimated you before..."
Seeing Eric's beard curled up and his eyes glaring, he was about to get angry again. Regen coughed and rode forward, walking side by side with Seedorf who was leading the way: "Warrior Seedorf, I wonder if you recognize Roxas Saru?"
This guy Far?"
"Lock? Ha, of course we know each other!" Thrall's guard chief laughed, "He is the nephew of our overlord Saurfang. Even though this little guy is not old, he is considered to be quite a bit among the younger generation.
See, I just returned from traveling to the mainland recently, and I also hold the position of commander of the city defense army. How about General Regan, do you know him?" When Seedorf learned that the human envoy was the recently famous dragon-slaying knight, his tone was quite friendly.
A lot. After all, warriors are admired everywhere.
Regen smiled slightly, nodded and said: "Yes, I am fairly familiar with him. When I come to Orgrimmar this time, I must ask him, a landlord, to buy me a couple of drinks."
"Haha, that's natural!" Seedorf's eyes lit up when he heard the word "drinking", "In that case, I will have to bother that boy for two drinks!"
The group of people walked towards the Valley of Wisdom while chatting and laughing. After a while, they arrived in front of Thrall's castle. Seedorf's smile faded and he walked in first. After a while, he came out and nodded to Regen: "Your Majesty the Messenger,
The great chief is sentimental!"
Thrall, this name is unique on the mainland, because no one would take a "slave" as their name. It is difficult to imagine that the young orc who is now sitting on the chief's seat was only raised by a human officer.
House slave
As the only son of Durotan, the leader of the orc Frostwolf clan, and his wife Draka, Thrall's childhood was difficult. Due to a series of secret fights among the top orcs, Durotan and his wife were killed by people sent by the great warlock Gul'dan, and the killer
The infant Thrall was left to die in the ice and snow of Alterac. Later, a human officer named Edras Blackmoore discovered the child who almost froze to death and brought him back to Durnholde Castle.
, and gave him a human name - Sal, which means "slave"
Blackmoore was not kind to Thrall, or he "raised" Thrall like a slave. Although he also instilled human knowledge and education into Thrall, his original intention was to train the orc into a strategic leader.
In this way, he can realize his ambition to control the entire orc tribe through Thrall.
However, Thrall's growth was not what he expected. By chance, young Thrall met his compatriots in prison, and the tragedy of the entire tribe made the young orcs vow to rescue them to escape enslavement.
After this, he visited some shelters and found that his once powerful tribe had become lazy and weak. There were no proud warriors he hoped to find here, only skins left to eat and die.
And just when Thrall was disappointed, he met a person who changed his life - the former war chief of the tribe Orgrim Doomhammer. The powerful warrior back then is now old and has lived in prison for many years.
Under the torture, he lost his original ambition. However, when he met the young and energetic Thrall, the old warrior seemed to see the hope of the tribe again and agreed to follow Thrall to rescue his compatriots captured by humans.
After that, Thrall met the respected shaman Drek'Thar, and learned the identity of his parents. However, during the operation to rescue Durnholde Prison, the old chief Orgrim died.
He handed over his black plate armor and war hammer to Thrall, and also entrusted the entire orc tribe to the young shaman.
At this point, Thrall, who was only in his early twenties, became the third chief of the tribe.