Just when the refugee team of Shattrath finally joined the defenders of Honor Hold after a hard night's trek, another special team also arrived in front of Dark Portal.
A young Orcs carrying a ferocious War Axe on his back, respectfully supporting an old Orcs grandmother, walked to the cold In front of Dark Portal, there are Thirty multiple Warlocks wearing black robes waiting there, busy adjusting the magic lines and gathering energy in order to activate this Dark Portal.
Far away from the Great Door, which is Thirty high and is entirely composed of hard Obsidian, tens of thousands of Orcs are waiting there quietly. These are the only remaining Orcs on Nagrand Grasslands. Horde, Draenor In this world that was once dominated by Orcs, there are only a few indigenous residents left.
And the old grandmother Orcs, who was supported by young Orcs and followed by two fully armed young Orcs Warrior, was leaning on a simple Staff, wearing traditional Orcs clothes, with her head on her head. It was decorated with the mane of a beast. When she got close to Dark Portal, she stubbornly shook off the support of the young Orcs. She stared at the Great Door in front of her, as if she wanted to maintain her resistance and unyieldingness in front of this iconic building of the old era.
"Last time... last time I came here, I sent my sons away and they never came back..."
There was lingering sadness and Pain in the old grandmother's bright eyes. She looked up at the cold black door with difficulty. As a witness who had personally experienced Orcs's transformation from noble to savage, from simplicity to violence, it was difficult to say whether she had any special feelings for Dark Portal, such as Hatred.
The black-clothed Warlock who had just met General Danath bowed respectfully and stood in front of the Orcs grandmother, but the old grandmother did not want to talk to a Warlock. The most ordinary of the old-school Orcs, but also the most respected grandmother by Orcs, she has an extraordinary dislike for Orcs, the source of all disasters, Warlock.
"Dear Goya Matriarch..."
As soon as Kanrethad opened his mouth, he was interrupted by young Orcs who was following behind Goya Matriarch. Orcs, who was 70% similar to Grom, stared at him fiercely.
"Don't speak, Warlock, there is no place for you to speak here. My eldest mother may not care about your offense, but we will, very much..."
The hazy Warlock looked at this Orcs with emotionless eyes, and he let out a deep laugh,
"Garrosh·Grommash Hellscream, I have met your father. It is a pity that you have inherited his power, but obviously you have not fully inherited his spirit. Goya Matriarch is qualified to speak to me like this, but you... are not qualified yet."
"You..."
The young Orcs was so excited by Warlock's words that he couldn't help but reach out and hold the handle of War Axe behind his back, but was stopped by Goya Matriarch.
"Garrosh, stand down! Don't forget the promise you made to human Warrior when you took over this axe!"
This scolding made Orcs a little frustrated. He gave Warlock a vicious look, but under the stern gaze of the old grandmother, he still obediently stepped aside, Goya Matriarch's eyes still stayed on Dark Portal. It seemed that this door aroused too many thoughts in her, until half a minute later, the old grandmother's eyes turned to the darkness on the left side of Great Door.
"Kargath, my child... you are here, why don't you come out and see me?"
The old grandmother's voice was weak and low, but there was an oppression and momentum that could not be ignored. In her eyes, a twisted, tall, red-skinned Fel Orcs, covered with ferocious bone spurs and fully armed, walked out of the hiding shadow. He strode out a few steps, which immediately made Garrosh and his brothers who were guarding Goya Matriarch nervous.
This guy is difficult to deal with, especially his right arm, which is connected to a black metal glove and a Fist Weapon that makes people tremble all over when they look at it. That guy is, Kargath, Kargath·Blade Fist!
An old monster who survived the last era! A butcher!
But just when Garrosh and Dranosh wanted to rush up to protect their grandmother, they were stopped by the old man. She just watched Kargath slowly approaching so calmly. Finally, five steps away from her, Kargath stopped and half-knelt on the ground.
He lowered his Pride head, and his black hair spread over his body, making him look extremely wild.
"Old lady, I'm here, but I don't have the face to see you. We failed and thousands of Champion were ruined. Moreover, I was a coward who ran away. While my brothers were fighting on the other side, I ran away. I abandoned them. I have the shame to see you."
Goya Matriarch leaned on Staff and walked towards Kargath tremblingly. She put her hand on Kargath's shoulder, and her voice was trembling, Pain,
"Is this the reason why you haven't come to visit me for so many years? Kargath, do you know? I have never blamed you. It was Gul'dan's fault, not yours, nor Blackhand's. He asked us Corruption, Demon made us lost, but Kargath, I am very disappointed... You are still using the power of Demon, haven't the past mistakes made you wake up?"
Facing Goya Matriarch's question, Kargath raised his head, his Blood Red eyes full of stubborn madness,
"No, old lady, we are indeed using the power of Demon, but not for ourselves! I want Revenge, I want to Revenge, my old brother from the past, to Demon Revenge, we use their power to deal with them, this is why we follow Illidan, old lady, take these children to Azeroth, we will stay on our land and continue our Revenge, Shattered Hand Clan children are not afraid of sacrifice, but we want to die with value!"
"Pah!"
The old grandmother slapped Kargath on the face. She was already very old and didn't have much strength, but Kargath couldn't help but open his eyes wide. Then he heard Goya Matriarch say loudly,
"Whether it is Revenge! or anything else, the child is innocent! Go and bring Shattered Hand Clan those children who have not accepted Fel Blood, Kargath, as an adult Orcs, I cannot interfere with your choice, but remember that the Shattered Hand Clan you built with your own hands cannot be destroyed in your hands. Go ahead and bring the children over!"
After saying that, without waiting for Kargath to answer, Goya Matriarch looked at Kanrethad, Warlock, whom she had never looked at before, and she spoke for the first time,
"So, Warlock... can I take some more children there?"
Kanrethad replied quickly,
"Of course, grandma, this is your freedom, but I have to take the liberty to remind you that time is running out. Thrall Chieftain is waiting for you on the other side. You know, his real name is Go'el... Yes, your grandson."
Goya Matriarch nodded. When she heard Thrall's name, there was a hint of Pride on her face. Then she turned back and said to Garrosh and the two young Orcs,
"Garrosh, Dranosh and Jorin, take the boys to help Kargath and pick up those children. We don't have much time. By the way, you must respect Kargath, especially you, Garrosh!"
The young people quickly left Dark Portal under the leadership of the three leaders, rode on War Wolf, and ran towards Hellfire Citadel at the end of Path of Glory. The remaining people were preparing to cross the largest Portal in the world.
Obviously, Bigwigss do not want Orcs to meet other Migration ers, as this may cause unnecessary trouble, and this is part of the agreement between Bigwigss and must be completed.
Goya Matriarch looked at the crowd waiting quietly, turned around and said to Kanrethad,
"Thank you, Warlock... It's hard to believe that I would express my gratitude to a Warlock, but I hope this gratitude can be conveyed to those Bigwigs behind you. I have another question... Will I have a chance to come back in this life?"
Kanrethad also maintained due respect for old Orc, whom even Dick admired. He pondered for a moment and shook his head with some regret.
"It's a pity, but it may not work. Draenor will become a huge Training Grounds. In order to deal with those difficult enemies, including those who have hurt your sons, Demon... You know, we can't be passively beaten all the time."
"Well..."
Goya Matriarch A trace of sadness appeared on his wrinkled face, but soon it turned into a smile.
"If this is the reason, then I am willing to give up my hometown, Warlock... promise me to kill those Demon without mercy!"
"Of course! It's something we all want to do."
Kanrethad bowed his head and saluted, then turned and left. He took out Pocket Watch, looked at the time, and a green light flashed in his eyes. He shouted to the busy subordinates,
"Time's up! Recharge! Make this door come alive, we just need it to keep breathing, it only takes half a day!"
What Council of the Black Harvest absorbs are the best Warlock from Azeroth. Only the best ones can be allowed to enter Karazhan to practice, and then go to Draenor to learn more advanced Shadow Magic under the command of Illidan. What is even more valuable is that in Draenor, a place where there is no World Barrier at all, summoning Demon has become extremely easy, and the number is endless. Illidan is not worried that Demon will become a trouble at all.
He let those Warlocks go crazy, and even took the initiative to provide help, so every Warlock who could get here would be grateful to this Lord of Outland for his generosity, and they could even be as luxurious as ever From the many summons Demon, you can choose the most powerful ones or those with the most potential to make a contract. You can also find the most suitable one to learn from the dazzling number of spells. Everyone even has the opportunity to write their own grimoire.
This is an unimaginable luxury behavior in Azeroth, so soon, Council of the Black Harvest, who has this special channel, became famous in Dark World. If Council of the Black Harvest's review of recruiting new people is not too strict, this emerging force only needs to expand at full speed for a period of time, and it will easily surpass Shadow Hold and become Azeroth Warlock our Holy Land.
But even now, Kanrethad is very clear-headed. He knows who gave him all this. Although in the occasional Arrogance fantasy, he will become a real top boss, but it is just a fantasy. Kanrethad is a truly smart man, so he will not challenge the power that he cannot win.
"Buzz~buzz~buzz"
The ground began to shake, and the giant Fel Energy filled with Fel Energy Gemstone was pushed into the center of Magic Circle by the strong Felguard. After five Hero closed Dark Portal, the Magic Circle here was destroyed by soldiers, Warlocks were busy for half a month, barely repairing it. After receiving new energy supply, these mysterious Runess were lit up one after another, like a green snake climbing from the ground Spread to the top of Dark Portal.
It's like this red Badlands lights up. There are at least tens of thousands of Fel Runess scattered all over the Dark Portal. Kanrethad can't imagine how much manpower and material resources the Orcs used to build this giant and permanent Portal that connects the two worlds.
Probably because he saw Doubt of Kanrethad, Goya Matriarch opened his mouth to explain to him,
"That was the eve of the collapse of the whole world. All the clans could only watch the world die. No one knew why. Everyone could only obey the guidance of those Warlock. At that time, the Orcss of the whole world were concentrated here. In order to build this damn door, countless people died here. When I stood here, I could even see the howling souls of the injustice, as well as those who were captured by Gul'dan. Draenei, they... they are very pitiful. I played with those Draenei children when I was a child. They were very kind and just like us, they did not deserve to suffer this... Gul'dan, I still don't understand how the upright and somewhat thin Shaman got to this point and turned into a real Demon..."
Kanrethad nodded. Goya Matriarch's words did not make him feel too much. In fact, for a real Warlock, life is just a consumable. Whether it is other people's or your own life, it is a necessary loss used to pursue a higher existence.
On both sides of Dark Portal's door were two tall men in black clothes holding swords. Kanrethad thought they were just decorations, but after the Fel Runes on the entire Great Door frame was ignited, under the hoods of the two men in black clothes holding swords Stone Guardians also lit up two scary dark red lights.
"That's Shadow Council's dress. They always come in the dark, just like Spread's fear."
Goya Matriarch closed his eyes, picked up his own bone Prayer Beads, and kept praying to Draenor Elements who had fallen silent. This was the inherent habit of their generation. Time stubbornly stayed with this person who lived too long, was too tired, but lived an extremely great life. The old man left his mark on him, but in the most difficult moment, Goya Matriarch never gave up. Instead, after all the young adults left, he used his Wisdom and love to gather the displaced little Orcs and raised them with difficulty.
On Nagrand, Goya Matriarch used this method to continuously gather orphans who lost their families in the war. Finally, the old grandmother established her own Horde.
Those Orcs who stood behind him, those Orcs young people who were once again prosperous and powerful again, they no longer divided their clans, and no longer judged the high and low in terms of Bloodline, they truly became a family.
Goya Matriarch is their Chieftain, Orcs is the weakest Chieftain in history, and can't even pick up weapons.
But this does not prevent her from becoming the greatest Chieftain, a perfect Chieftain who will always live in Orcs's heart. Even a rebellious person like Kargath will surrender in front of her.
She belongs to the old era, Draenor The last bell of the old era, where she walked, the new Dawn has already begun.