Ashenvale was a vast forest of breathtaking beauty, and also the home of the Forest Demigod Cenarius. A steady drizzle carrying the fresh scent of nature drifted onto Durotan's face, making him feel utterly at ease.
Several Dryads skipped to a stop not far from Garrond, Durotan, and their group, curiously studying the never-before-seen race of Orcs.
"Those are Dryads, also known as forest sisters. They are the daughters of the Forest Demigod Cenarius. Don't let their delicate appearances fool you—their poisoned throwing spears have made many enemies suffer dearly." Garrond smiled as he introduced them to Durotan.
Durotan also curiously looked over the Dryads, who somewhat resembled centaurs. Centaurs were ugly, but every one of these Dryads was incomparably beautiful.
The group arrived at a large Night Elf building near the Ashenvale City Wall. Many Night Elf buildings had neither windows nor doors, with drafts blowing in from every direction. They were absolutely, one hundred percent close to nature.
The Frostwolf Orcs busied themselves handing over their supplies to the Night Elf soldiers, while Garrond and Durotan entered the hall and sat down. Several elven maidens came in carrying food and wine, gently placing them behind the little friends... Pah, on the table before the two men. The other accompanying Frostwolf Orcs would naturally be received by others.
"Can you tell me about your world? I'm very curious about your world... Draenor, right?" Garrond clinked glasses with Durotan and asked curiously.
Durotan gave a bitter smile. "Our world... is hardly any different from hell now. But if you're asking about Draenor before Gul'dan's fel energy destroyed it, then I think I can tell you plenty."
"I'm all ears."
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Hissss~~~~
A burst of white steam sprayed forth with a hissing sound.
"Ahahaha! You damned Orcs, how does the dwarf