Outland, Nagrand.
The Mag'har Orcss of Garadar are very excited recently, they finally welcomed Horde. Although this Horde is no longer the previous Horde, it is a gratifying thing to see the return of compatriots who have traveled to other worlds.
Strictly speaking, Mag'har Clan is not a native clan. This clan is composed of the old, weak, sick, disabled or wounded soldiers from Orcs's other clans. They could no longer accept high-intensity fighting, so on the eve of the expedition, Old Horde concentrated all these groups from each clan in Nagrand.
They established this town named Garadar and lived peacefully here, waiting for the triumph of Old Horde until the arrival of the Burning Legion.
Grandmother Gaia'an, the spiritual leader of the Mag'har Clan.
She comes from the Frostwolf Clan of Frostfire Ridge. With her unparalleled patience and wisdom, she has become the spiritual pillar of the entire Garadar.
It is no exaggeration to say that every Orcs among the Mag'har Clan has received careful care from Grandmother Gaia'an.
Therefore, although Mag'har Clan Orcs comes from all over the world and once belonged to different clans, their cohesion at the moment can be said to be one of the best.
They all fight for the glory of Mag'har.
Garadar In the small square in the center of the town, Warlord Saurfang was sitting quietly on the ground like a child, talking to Grandmother Gaia'an who was sitting on a soft chair under a big tree.
"Thrall Great Chief and Durotan old chiefs will arrive soon. The old chief heard that you are still alive. He was so ecstatic. This is the first time I saw old chief Durotan showing that expression."
Grandmother Gaia'an nodded kindly, with a look of recollection on his face.
"Durotan and Draka already have a child... It's so fast... I still remember when Durotan was running naked in the snow of Frostfire Ridge when he was a child, and his whole buttocks were frozen into ice."
Warlord Saurfang frowned in embarrassment, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh, indicating that he had endured it very hard.
"His son Thrall must be a wise and outstanding chief. You suffered a defeat in that world. Although I agree that it was a wrong war, you still suffered."
Sarufal nodded immediately, "It can be considered a blessing in disguise. Now Horde no longer has Gul'dan, Fel and demon blood. After the fall, Orcs has regained its former glory and nobility. Please come back with us this time. You will get better care at Azeroth and you should enjoy peace and happiness."
"This is not urgent."
Grandmother Gaia'an smiled kindly and looked at Sarufal.
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In the border area between the Nagrand grassland and Zangarmarsh, a huge group of the Horde army is rapidly advancing towards Garadar.
Flags danced wildly in the team, and countless red Horde flags turned this elite army into a blood-red ocean.
The Kor'kron Elite Guardss sat firmly on the back of the flying Worg, alert to any enemies that might appear.
This the Horde army has killed at least three demons from Demon Forge Camp along the way, even though those demons were numerous and powerful.
But this Horde elite is stronger.
Durotan is still riding his beloved giant female Frostwolf Clan Snowsong, and his wife Draka is riding a smaller Frostwolf Clan, closely following her husband.
Thrall's side is much more corrupt. He is holding the human woman Taretha and riding on Worg's back. Although Taretha has lived in Orgrimmar for a long time, he still has not learned to ride this wild Orcs Worg.
"Is this your hometown, Thrall? The scenery is so beautiful!" Taretha's character has changed greatly compared to when he was first rescued.
After all, if a person lives in Orcs society for a long enough time, he will naturally acquire some of Orcs's forthright and straightforward character.
The relationship between Thrall and Taretha has long been established, but Taretha is a very self-aware woman. She understands that she cannot be Thrall's first wife, and Warchief's first wife can only be Orcs.
So Taretha is extremely satisfied with her current life, and she is happy to be the lover of Orcs. She believes that Thrall is countless times more noble than those disgusting, disgusting and dirty nobles. The real monsters are the human nobles who play tricks on themselves.
Thrall is different. Under his rough Orcs appearance, there is a gentle and wise heart. He is an extremely talented and powerful Shaman, but he is also humble and polite, and treats everyone around him with great sincerity.
Only such people can be accepted by all Horde races and become their only Great Chief.
"Haha, Taretha, welcome to the hometown of Orcs. We Frostwolf Orcs live in Frostfire Ridge on weekdays. Only after winter arrives, we will come to the warm Nagrand. I miss everything here so much."
Durotan laughed loudly and explained loudly to his son's lover.
For Taretha, Durotan is extremely grateful. Durotan has no reason not to respect this human woman who sacrificed so much for her son.
Moreover, during those days when they shared hardships and cheered each other up, no one would believe that there was no love between Thrall and Taretha.
Although Thrall, as Great Chief, cannot make Taretha the first wife, Orcs also respects the tradition of monogamy. But Durotan never objected to this matter.
Because Orcs is serious, Taretha is a warrior worthy of admiration and respect.
Warriors and glory belong not only to heroes who kill enemies on the battlefield. A weak woman, knowing that she must die, is willing to steal the escape key for Thrall and help him escape. This in itself is another kind of heroic behavior and noble honor.
Although in the end Thrall was rescued by Lord Titan Divine Venerable, the key and escape route map were not used, but this did not affect Orcs's respect for Taretha at all.
Whether you succeed or not is one thing, what matters is whether you do it or not.
Garadar has come into view, and in front of the town gate, Warlord Saurfang is already waiting to greet Orcs with his own troops and Mag'har.
Garrosh quietly looked at the imposing Horde elite army galloping in from a distance, clenching his fists and trembling with excitement.
That's right, this is Invincible's Horde army!
You will also become one of them and dedicate everything you have to the prosperity and strength of Horde!
Durotan and Thrall got off the wolf, and Warlord Saurfang immediately went up to them.
"Great Chief, old chief, Grandmother Gaia'an is already waiting for you inside, you..."
Before Sarufal could finish speaking, Durotan had already rushed in with his wife Draka, shouting loudly, like a happy child.
Thrall walked up to Garrosh and gave him a chest-thumping salute.
"Nice to meet you, Son of Hellscream."
Seeing the weird look on Garrosh's face, Thrall immediately thought of the report Sarufal gave him.
Patting his broad shoulder, Thrall had a smile on his face.
"Don't be angry with your father. I will show you some images of your father in a few days. How he completed his mission of revenge for Orcs at Demon Fall Canyon, and how he personally defeated Abyssal Lord Mannoroth."
"Your father is a hero, Garrosh, whether he was born or became Death Knight."
Thrall has a very contagious affinity. After Garrosh heard this, the weird look on his face immediately faded a lot, and he nodded towards Thrall.
"Thank you, Thrall Great Chief. Although I haven't seen your abilities yet, I at least know that you are a respectable Great Chief."
Listening to Garrosh's straightforward and stupid reply, Thrall suddenly looked dumbfounded.
This little Hellscream, no matter in terms of character or thinking, is really a qualified Orcs.
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