The orc threat has never really gone away, but it seems to be fading away.
To the south of the Arathi Highlands and to the north of Dun Morogh is a large, barren land that is relatively uninhabited by humans.
Searing Canyon, Burning Plains, and Wetlands, these lands with low development value for humans and dwarves, although barren, can maintain the basic survival of orcs.
However, just living could not satisfy Gromsh Hellscream's burning heart.
Red Blackhand is a waste and can never accomplish anything.
Although I don't know why, the offensive of the northern human army has slowed down, but the reason is not important to the chief of the Warsong clan at all.
Because he is leaving.
Gromsh Hellscream has made up his mind that he is no longer worthy of Redd Blackhand.
After the long-term war, the population of the Warsong clan dropped sharply, but in contrast, the material pressure was also much smaller.
When Gromsh Hellscream reunited the scattered tribesmen, the first thing he did was to rob the Blackrock Clan's war fortress.
Then go north to the wetlands and take a boat across the ocean.
Goodbye, Eastern Kingdom, I won’t play with you anymore.
You ask Gromsh. Where did Hellscream get his ship?
Time is money, my friend, the Blackwater Conglomerate is here to serve you!
After paying a sufficient price, the goblins of Booty Bay provided the Warsong orcs with bad tickets away from the human kingdom.
After Arthas returned to Lordaeron, Uther, as the supreme commander, led the Knights of the Silver Hand to fight on the front line to eliminate the orcs.
As more and more evidence showed that there was internal strife between the Warsong Clan and the Blackstone Clan, the long-standing state of high-pressure war preparedness was finally lifted.
So on the rest list, Alessandro Mograine led his team to return to Southsea Town by boat from Menethil Port.
The damn weather and environment in the wetland really have nothing to do with vacationing.
A long war means a year-round campaign, so as one of the senior commanders of the Silver Hand, Mograine's vacation lasts for a month. He has enough time to relax and recuperate. It's the season.
During the Battle of Blackrock Tower, Mograine picked up a strange black crystal from the corpse of an orc warlock, and his arm was burned by the rich shadow power in the crystal.
This time when he came to Nanhai Town, Alessandro Mograine also wanted to ask his friends for help.
Originally, the best person to ask for help was Carlos Barov or Uther.
But the former is too far away, and Mograine is busy with military affairs, so there is no time to travel between the Knights and Keldaron. Although as a veteran who followed Carlos on expeditions during the Second Orc War, Mograine did not think that Carlos would refuse his request for help, but the isolation of time and space was an insurmountable obstacle.
And Uther, the Lightbringer...
There are two types of people Alessandro Mograine despises the most in his life, one is those who insult the Paladin, and the other is called Uther.
Responsibility, obligation and honor made Mograine fully implement every order of Uther, because Uther, who commanded the Knights on behalf of the Order, was his superior.
But apart from work and tasks, Alessandro didn't want to say a word to Uther.
If you really want to guess the reason, it's probably because of incompatibility.
Mograine was still brooding about the matter of his friend Tirion Fordring. He believed that the trial was a political conspiracy, and Uther was blinded by his title and betrayed his comrades who had shared life and death.
Love and hate are clear, this is Alessandro Mograine.
When Tirion Fordring formed the Argent Dawn, the first thing he thought of was Mograine, but his friend Alessandro was currently directing the battle with the Blackstone Orcs and could not respond.
However, through the exchange of letters, Mograine still learned about Tirion Fordring's return to the favor of the Holy Light.
Sure enough, Uther's sycophant is unreliable.
This was Mograine's true thoughts at the time.
With his chief advisor and military judge Fairbanks and military chaplain Ethan Lien, Alessandro Mograine enjoyed a long-lost comfortable life in the hotel in Nanhai Town.
Five days later, one of Mograine's mage friends, Duane, arrived.
Eight days later, the paladin Abbendis arrived.
Eleven days later, the dusty Tirion Fordring also arrived secretly.
"Oh, Fording, I'm so happy to see you cheer up. I know that the Holy Light has not given up on you!"
"Mograine, my brother."
Fording gave Mograine a big hug.
In the best and largest room of the hotel, six people ate and stuffed themselves to satisfy the bartender before they started talking about business.
"Let me see your injuries."
Tirion Fordring carefully observed the wounds caused by the power of shadow lingering on Mograine's arm, and fell into thinking.
"It's this strange stone. After it burned me, it seemed to have returned to normal, but my wound never healed."
Paladins are users of the Holy Light and have a natural advantage in resisting shadow damage. It is indeed strange that a powerful Paladin like Mograine cannot even heal himself.
Tirion carefully picked up the black stone and carefully poured a trace of holy light into it.
no response?
Intensify.
There really was no reaction.
Trying my best.
Ha, it’s like a toothpick stuck in a water tank...
Wait, the holy light injected into it disappeared! ?
"He is absorbing the power of the Holy Light."
Tirion Fordring's discovery did not surprise others, they had already discovered it.
But before Tirion Fordring came, the five of them did not drink wine like this.
So Tirion Fordring came up with a slightly "fucking" idea when it was rare to indulge in an old friend's reunion.
"How about we try to purify it with holy light?"
"Hey, you want to isolate me? I'm a mage!"
"Good idea, whatever, let's blow it up!"
Mograine, who was already drunk on alcohol, held the black stone with his injured hand and began to have an attack.
So, five users of the Holy Light plus a fire spell began to go crazy.
Then……
A miracle happened.
The dark stone gradually turned red, and finally turned into a heart-warming crimson. Correspondingly, Mograine's wounds burned by the shadow also recovered.
"Wow."
Pastor Ethan Lean made a surprised sound.
Before his consciousness was completely blurred, he took out his notebook and pencil and wrote this record:
Tirion Fordring told Alessandro Mograine about the huge threat called the Cult of the Damned. Alessandro Mograine hoped to bring this evil and dangerous piece of land from Draenor. Orc crystals are used in warfare. But the devout and selfless Pastor Isenlien righteously refuted other people's remarks. We must destroy this dangerous stone. Isenlien's bright and fair words convinced others. Under the witness of the Holy Light, the apostles of the Holy Light worked together to infuse the power of the Holy Light into the crystal. (Note: For the purpose of uniting our allies, we did not reject the mage. Duane also contributes to a just cause). After a long night of difficult rituals, we succeeded. The evil crystal was purified and filled with holy light. The orange light warmed the heart. It was so beautiful.
While others were testing the mutated crystal, Isenlien quickly put away his pen and paper, and then looked at the sunset outside the window.
Well, history will remember today.
