36: Alas, a formidable elder has come to call me to account. Should I put down my staff and beg for your forgiveness?

[Update 39/50] The title is too long to write.

(Additional update for brother "Huo Zhengtinghao" [4/10])

Talador Region is the central area of the continent Draenor. Geographically speaking, it is equivalent to the undisputed "center" of this continent.

It borders Nagrand to the west, Gorgrond wilderness and Nataan Jungle to the north, Spires of Arak, the territory of the Arakkoa Empire, to the south, and Shadowmoon Valley, another gathering place of Draenei, to the east.

The importance of this area is that in the Draenor world, no matter where you start from and want to go to another area, you must go through Talador as a connection.

Therefore, when Draenei fell in Nagrand and migrated to Talador Region to build a city, other races were no less hostile to them, especially for the Orcs clan distributed throughout the continent. When the power of Draenei gradually expanded to take the entire Talador as their territory, the connections between the Orcs clans in various regions of the continent were almost severed.

Although Draenei has never set up a card at Talador to prevent Orcs or other races from passing, Kosh'harg Festival is held twice a year at Nagrand Plains.

It was the most important clan contact celebration in the Orcs civilization, and every year when the Orcs of each clan passed through Talador, you could see Draenei's huge cities and sacred tombs and towns spreading here like living creatures.

Faced with such a situation, it is impossible for Orcss, who are already at a disadvantage in civilization, not to murmur in their hearts.

Orcs Warrior or Shaman who have a little bit of brain will think that once Draenei suddenly goes crazy and blocks Talador one day, their contact with other tribesmen will be cut off almost immediately.

This kind of security anxiety arising from the survival of the ethnic group does not even have anything to do with personal sanity!

At least if it is Dick, when he sees an alien race in the Argus world occupying the mountainous area connecting Mac'Aree and Antoran Wastes one day, and continues to develop its own city, he will never treat these guys as harmless existences.

I believe you are peaceful, but the problem is that you occupy my food lane, brother.

Either you move out, or I help you move out!

There is absolutely no rationale for this kind of matter that concerns the survival of civilization.

In the past two hundred years, Draenei built a city in Talador Region and its continuous expansion has posed a strategic threat to other aboriginal people that is much more terrifying than simply occupying the grain road. After all, even the headmaster, who is very picky about food, knows that Baga cannot be allowed to occupy Wuhan, the thoroughfare of nine provinces.

To be honest, Orcs could endure more than two hundred years before having a head-on friction with Draenei out of safety concerns and instigated by conspirators and demons. This in itself shows that the traditional Orcs clan is not actually aggressive.

Let's just say that although Draenei does love peace, their vision in choosing a novice village in the new world is indeed a bit too bad or too bad!

Even if you had chosen to build the main city in Shadowmoon Valley or directly in Nagrand, it would not have aroused the vigilance and hostility of Orcs now.

"If I had stayed sober back then, I would have stopped them from making this suicidal choice to build a city. Could it be that Velen and Hutton or little Neri really couldn't understand the importance of Talador Region to the continent of Draenor?

Which good person would build the main city directly in the heart of someone else's sphere of influence?

Isn't this taking the initiative to stir up trouble?"

Leading more than 300 Talbuk Hunter Cavalry who came and went like the wind, Vigilant Saint who rushed towards Telmor along the main road of Talador expressed the same emotion for the fourth time.

He observed the wide roads that Draenei had built in Talador Region, compacted the land and paved them with wide stone slabs, and placed elegant street lamps made by Arcanite Crystal on both sides of the roads. He maintained the cultural customs here almost as he maintained his hometown in the world of Argus.

While speeding among the rolling hills, Dick can even see the Draenei villages built along the river outside Shattrath City, and there is even an Draenei town T'uurem on the island in the center of the lake, the largest local water source.

It is the "home of scholars" and the base camp of the Draenei Clan's Arcane Mage class.

It can be seen that over the past two hundred years, Draenei has indeed tried its best to build its own environment into a suitable living environment, and it has been quite effective at the infrastructure level. The scenery here even makes Dick dream back to the scenery of Mac'Aree in a trance.

However, the more this happens, every time Orcs and other ethnic groups pass by here, the worries in their hearts will become heavier.

"But Talador Region is indeed the area with the best climate on this continent, Saint."

Nubodon controlled the work battle Talbuk followed Dick, he explained:

"I also participated in the construction of Shattrath City. I know the thoughts of Grand Executor Haddon. Our people had just experienced the fear of falling. After leaving Nagrand, it was a very correct choice to choose to build a city surrounded by nearby mountains.

There happened to be the foundation of the abandoned capital city by Ogres, and at that time we were unable to support long-term migration.

Facts have proved that the establishment of Shattrath City is absolutely the right choice. It is precisely because of that city that we can quickly establish a foothold here."

"I didn't say there was a problem with Shattrath City's location. That place is the intersection of Nagrand and Talador mountainous areas, and it is also close to the Zangar Sea. It is not suitable for Orcs's nomadic style. There is no doubt that we will build a city there."

Dick shook his head and said:

"What I'm saying is that with Shattrath City, we should move towards the fringe areas like Shadowmoon Valley, rather than starting from Shattrath and continuing to develop Talador.

Nubodon, let me ask you, if the climate in this place is so pleasant, why didn't Talador Region have an Orcs clan as powerful as Warsong Clan or Blackrock Clan before we came?

Only small clans like Blade Wind exist here. Isn't it completely inconsistent with common sense?

Doesn't Orcs know that this area is suitable for the development of civilization?

Think carefully about why all Orcss have not allowed any big clan to set foot in Talador in the past thousands of years."

Vigilant sighed, and after a few seconds, Maraad whispered:

"Only if Talador never belongs to any clan can we completely avoid the devastating war between big clans to seize it. This is the ancient wisdom of Orcs civilization.

Our aggressive expansion in Talador has obviously violated their taboos. Yes, Saint is right! The hidden dangers of conflict between us and Orcs were laid long before we decided to develop Talador.

If we do not allow other races to strangle the throat of our existence, then we should respect the anxiety of other ethnic groups about their survival security.

But, it's too late to say this now, it's a done deal."

"Indeed."

Dick nodded and said:

"The clansmen have built this place so well that I cannot ask them to withdraw from this area. We can understand the concerns of other clans, but we must not sacrifice the interests of our own clansmen in exchange for a temporary peace.

In fact, even if we chose to build a city in Shadowmoon Valley two hundred years ago, it would still cause Orcs's security anxiety.

I just said that we made a mistake at the beginning, but now we should not be immersed in regrets, but should think about how to make up for this mistake and avoid the same conflict from happening again in the future."

"Just open Shattrath City and Talador."

Recruit Yrel always has ingenious ideas of one kind or another. She said loudly:

"They are afraid that we will occupy this place and cut off their communication with each other, so invite them into our city and generously grant them the rights to pass, live and move.

That's what we do at Ambori Village!

At first Shadowmoon Orcs was also afraid of us, but after we invited several Orcs stargazers to come to Ambori Village to use our telescopes for stargazing, many Shadowmoon Orcs began to buy the crystal lenses we ground.

The relationship between the two parties has become much more harmonious.

At least before that bad guy Gul'dan joined Shadowmoon Clan, we had always had a good relationship with them. Draenei like Samara even made friends with Orcs."

"It's not that simple."

Nubodon shook his head and said:

"Orcs's civilization, let's be honest, is a bit primitive and backward compared to ours. Once the two races are fully open to contact, their traditions will soon be impacted. I heard that before Bladefist Clan was exterminated, there were already Orcs who began to believe in Holy Light.

In terms of ethnic change, this is a terrible example.

A spiritual leader like Ner'zhul will never allow the culture of Draenei to destroy the tradition of Orcs. Small-scale contact is not a problem. Once the two sides begin to integrate on a large scale, a more terrifying "war of faith" will immediately occur.

At that time, the war will never stop until one side is completely defeated."

"You don't need to hear that Orcs was indeed brought into Holy Light Temple at that time. I saw it with my own eyes."

Maraad sighed and said:

"After Lelan adopted Garona, he would take her to attend Priest's preaching and sermons almost every week. I thought this was inappropriate at the time, but I couldn't convince the stubborn Lelan, she always believed that Draenei and Orcs could definitely find a perfect way to live in peace, but she ignored that Orcs values tradition as much as we value Holy Light."

"But the emergence of mixed-race children like Garona means that the two races cannot remain separated forever. After all, who can say for sure about relationships? What's more, we Draenei still have the tradition of being "too romantic"."

Yrel sighed and said:

"Although the "Havorosen" group is taboo no matter where we are or on Orcs's side, I have also heard from Priests in Aldor Temple that in fact, there are quite a few mixed-race people like Garona in the entire Talador Region.

They are not accepted by both groups, we are just more indifferent, but Orcs will even kill them.

Therefore, Ms. Lelan's rescue is necessary for them."

"The problem of mixed race people is not a problem."

Dick shook his head and said:

"You don't understand the complex relationship between the Orcs clans. In fact, before we appeared, there was already a mixed clan of Orcs and Ogres living in Gorgrond in Orcs. Their existence is an example of the special group of people called "Havorosen".

As long as they unite, they can always find their own Way of Survival in Draenor.

But this shouldn't be done by outsiders like us!

I understand Lelan's kindness, but she is indeed a little too Recklessness in this matter, unless there is another hidden reason in this matter. So, Maraad, tell me honestly, whose child is Garona?"

"Uh"

Facing the inquiry from Saint, who he regarded as an elder but too keen, Maraad hesitated for a few seconds and sighed:

"The birth of the child was an accident. Many years ago, a caravan was robbed in Telmor. We all thought it was the work of extreme Orcs of the Bladefist Clan, but it turned out to be the work of local Ogres bandits.

Bladefist Clan even saved some of our compatriots.

By the time we found out the truth and went to pick up our compatriots, the rescued Garrison Commander had already died due to the deterioration of his injuries, but under the influence of Ogres's evil spell, he had some problems with the female Shaman who took care of him.

Well, in short, Garona is definitely not a child we snatched from somewhere!

Draenei cannot do such evil things. Her mother entrusted us to take care of her. She was very worried that her child's identity would be treated unfairly in the Bladefist Clan.

Because Garona's father fought tenaciously when the caravan was attacked and protected many civilians until Bladefist Clan's Wolf Rider arrived. He is our hero, and he also has family members in Telmor.

In order to protect his reputation, Lelan, who was a member of Telmor Defender, adopted the child.

She also had an intersection with the Bladefist Clan because of that incident. In the following years, she often took Garona to visit her mother in the Bladefist Clan's territory, while trying to resolve the suspicion between the two clans through her own efforts.

She did a good job, even a little too good.

One day, when Lelan happily brought back several young Orcs and said that they wanted to try to convert to Holy Light, the entire Telmor temple was boiling. The priests regarded this as Holy Light's grace to Orcs.

But who could have expected that it would be the last good news between us and Bladefist Clan."

Having said this, Maraad sighed again and said:

"Not long after, that clan robbed nearly a hundred of our clansmen and brutally sacrificed some of them, directly incurring the wrath of General Jayde. I, who was still serving in Telmor at the time, also participated in it.

When I saw the bones of my compatriots who had been sacrificed, I was shocked.

It's not because I'm afraid of death or blood, I'm just worried that my sister is among them.

Fortunately, Holy Light was sheltered so that Lelan was only injured. As I said, Argus Heart Pendant left behind by her father helped her block the most fatal knife. She survived, but Garona, who was only eleven years old, disappeared in the chaos.

Lelan has been looking for her for nearly a year, but unfortunately there is no news at all.

Perhaps the scene of General Jayde's violent Hunter Cavalry massacring Bladefist Clan scared that child."

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"It's more likely that the scene where Bladefist Clan's madman sacrificed Draenei scared little Garona!"

Yrel said angrily:

"If that poor mixed-race child grew up among us and learned the traditions and customs of Draenei, then she should obviously be closer to us."

Dick has no opinion on this.

No one knows better than him what happened to Garona after that incident. It can only be said that although Dick reversed the fate of Lelan, the remaining power of the twist of fate more than 20,000 years ago is obviously not enough to modify the life of Garona, the legendary assassin who has a transcendent status in official history. Qidian.

However, since it has only been a year since that incident happened, it means that the genius assassin Garona's mind has been twisted by Gul'dan to an extent that is not irredeemable.

If it can be found in time, the child will also embark on a different path from the past.

And isn't this the meaning of the existence of "Hand of Fate"?

Diakum looked at Auchindoun Sanctuary getting closer and closer. He would reach Telmor in a few hours of galloping through here, and he made a burning determination in his heart.

Now that we have decided to reverse the fate of the Draenor world, it is only natural that we also add Garona, the poor girl who has been playing with fate.

What's more, if you take care of Maraad and Lelan as your own children, wouldn't Lelan's adopted daughter Garona be like a "granddaughter" to you?

When I think of all the good and bad things Garona will do in history in the future, well, why do I suddenly feel a little honored?

For Vigilant, who is responsible for the race, this kind of "star chasing mentality" is unacceptable!

"Quick! Keep casting! Summon more Hellfire to destroy the walls of Telmor! They don't have enough troops. Now is the best chance to seize the gem! Kill them all!"

Hoarse and sharp voices echoed on the battlefield filled with the smell of Fel. A gloomy Orcs woman Warlock screamed and waved her bone staff, causing a meteorite wrapped with dark green evil fire to roar and hit the wall of the town not far away.

But when the extremely destructive Hellfire hit it, it seemed to hit an invisible wall, causing its destructive power to be severely weakened.

Seeing this scene, the greed in the eyes of female Warlock increased greatly.

She knew that there was a treasure called "Shadow of Verdant Leaves" stored in this Draenei city, which could make the entire city disappear in an instant and could withstand magic attacks. If Orcs had not had "secret information" to assist them, their multi-clan coalition would not have been able to figure out Telmor's specific defense.

The weak Draenei were protected by such a treasure and lost their vigilance. Even in these war years, they had not yet adjusted their previous defense arrangements. As a result, they gave Orcs an almost perfect chance for a surprise attack.

Bonechewer Clan's Warrior have already hit the city wall, and Laughing Skull Clan's hunters are climbing up under the cover of the Kilsorrow Clan's Warlock The city wall, and the Two-headed Ogres from Twilight's Hammer further away are constantly applying violent Bloodlust to the Warriors, so that they can explode with extreme destructive power.

Except for Twilight's Hammer, these four clans are all small clans with only tens of thousands of people. Kil'Sorrow Clan is a new clan that was established less than half a year ago. They must unite together to have enough strength.

But fortunately, Kil'Sorrow Clan and Twilight's Hammer under Shadow Council have enough caster support, so attacking a small town like Telmor is not a big problem.

However, Draenei's counterattack was equally fierce.

On the city wall, the Garrison Commanders kept shooting down the Orcss who climbed up, while those Arcane Mages were constantly manipulating the Auchenai Crystal Towers to launch lightning and Arc Lights to prevent the attack.

This made Kilsorrow Clan's clan leader, "Witch" Giselda, who was supervising the battle in the rear, very dissatisfied.

As a disciple of Gul'dan and the high-level Warlock of Shadow Council, she knew that she could not delay it any longer. Telmor was not far from Auchindoun Sanctuary. Once the defenders there came to support, today's battle would only have one way to retreat.

So this cunning Warlock took a rare risk.

She personally led a group of Warlock, the most elite members of her clan, to approach the city wall under the cover of the demonic blood Warrior. Then they saw the opportunity and everyone worked together to cast spells to summon several Hellfire to bombard the same area. Even with the protection of the "Shadow of Verdant Leaves" diamond, multiple bombardments in a short period of time still caused a small section of the city wall to collapse.

Hellfire The most dangerous thing about high-level Fel gadgets is definitely not the crushing offensive brought about by the initial bombardment. When those huge structures with dark green evil fire burning all over their bodies roared and stood up on the ruins of the city wall, even the bravest Garrison Commander felt fear.

A small section of the city wall has collapsed.

If they cannot defend this place, once Orcs invades the city, what will be left to greet their compatriots is a miserable massacre.

The culprits behind all this are the two Orcs boys who were treated in the kindest way by the good people of this city! Durotan of the Frostwolf Clan and Orgrim Doomhammer of the Blackrock Clan!

It must have been those two shameless bastards who revealed Telmor's defense to these belligerent Orcss!

"Ha, Blue Skins, where do you want to go?"

When Ms. Defender Lelan, who was dizzy after falling from the collapsed city wall, used Sapphire Staff to prop herself up, a cunning voice sounded in front of her.

Lelan, who was bleeding, raised his head and saw an orc sorceress whose face was stained with evil energy, looking at her with disgust and jealousy.

"Witch" Giselda stared at the Draenei witch whose age was invisible but who was beautifully dressed. Her heart was filled with jealousy and hatred. She was once the "beautiful" Orcs in the clan, but after learning Fel from Gul'dan, her former beauty has turned into the price of strength.

This makes her have a dark destructive desire when she sees all beautiful things, not to mention that the Blue Skins in front of her belongs to Eternal Life! Draenei women can maintain the most beautiful appearance throughout their lives, but why do they, who are weak, receive such supreme blessings?

"I'm going to carve scars all over your face! I'm going to make you a slave girl who works as a slave to vent your desires!"

Witch Warlock obviously took her personal feelings too seriously. She screamed like a ghost and waved her hand, and immediately a furious Orcs came forward to capture Ms. Lelan alive.

Of course, Arcane Mage could not allow herself to fall into such a desperate situation. She tried her best to cast a spell and smashed a ball of Arcane Barrage, knocking Green Skins Orcs away. However, the next second she was stuck by the witch and cast the spell. A Shadowburn seemed to ignite Lelan's heart and lungs.

The injured girl screamed, but she used her staff to prop up her body to prevent herself from falling. She is the best spell caster in Telmor. She has lived in this city for many years, and her mother spent the last part of her life here!

This is her second home besides the manor in Oronaar City's memory!

She must protect this place!

Full of courage, Arcane Mage shouted hoarsely to the compatriots who were still fighting beside him:

"I am Lelan! I am the daughter of Malderan Commodore! I am a descendant of Vigilant! Hand of Argus is watching and protecting this place, compatriots! Don't give up! Keep fighting!"

"Ha, what can you do by calling your weak and incompetent father at this time?"

The witch smiled ferociously and smashed a ball of Shadow Fury again, knocking Lelan down. She stepped forward and grabbed the girl's neck and lifted her up.

She admired her struggle and teased in a sarcastic voice:

"Do you still expect your dead ghost father to crawl out of the grave and save you? Well, when Blue Skinss are afraid, they are no different from those ridiculous Hyena Lizardmens. Save your strength, bitch!

I will only allow you to die if your obscene body gives birth to a miserable Havorosen."

"Whoosh"

Just when Giselda was about to throw Lelan to Orcs Warrior behind him, a harsh sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded from the edge of the battlefield, carrying The scorching beam of light grazed her body and hit her back. When the thing hit the ground, it splashed with Thunder strikes like golden lightning. The dazzling and scorching halo erupted and instantly repeled the surrounding Felblood Orcs.

When the light faded away, the Kazzak's Grudge inserted in the ground also let out bursts of low laughter like explosions. The malice contained in it seemed to be eager to taste the delicious blood.

Just the beam of light that passed by caused him to be burned. This amazing power made Giselda feel extremely dangerous.

The cunning Warlock dropped Lelan and prepared to use demon teleportation to escape, but the war hammer blow that followed came roaring and hit her chest, shattering the solid Demon Armor in an instant.

Lelan, who fell to the ground, endured the pain and looked back. She saw her brother riding Talbuk into the battlefield with hundreds of ferocious Hunter Cavalry. Further ahead, a figure wrapped in Holy Light was sweeping across the battlefield towards her in the posture of an attacker.

As the light approached, Lelan's blood-stained face showed a shocked expression.

When the figure kicked away the screaming Orc Warlock, he then punched the bad guy who had just bullied him half to death. When he walked to her side, the shock on Lelan's face turned into a trace of relaxed longing and tears of grievance in his heart.

"I heard you adopted a half-Orcs as a daughter? Your old-fashioned father will be mad."

When the other party stretched out his hand to hold her wrist and pulled her up, she heard the stern inquiry. But Lelan no longer wanted to pay attention to it. She rushed forward and hugged the familiar figure that appeared in the light.

With her tears flowing, she could finally let go of her burden and cry. She seemed to have finally found someone to rely on. She whispered in a tearful voice:

"I'm very happy to see you, too, Diakum Uncle."