Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 332 Festival Celebration

"Damn alliance! I didn't expect that even when I got here, they were chasing me!"

After the mysterious orc prophet witnessed Dasa's figure in the market, his already uneasy heart became even more turbulent.

"Calm down, kid. What's wrong with you? Ever since you saw the chief of the Platinum clan at the market, you've become manic."

Grommash put down the Blood Roar in his hand and looked at the other party.

"Do you still remember the prophecies I showed you? The chief of the Platinum clan is the enemy we will face in the future!"

The young orc prophet became more and more excited, and he even roared these words to Grommash.

"I said, calm down!"

Grommash punched the orc prophet in the face who was obviously out of control. This blow knocked the opponent to the ground, and the hood on his head fell off. Looking closely, his face looked exactly like Grommash's. Marsh is still 89% similar, except he has a bald head.

"As a warrior, you need to learn to control your anger."

Grommash walked up to the fallen orc prophet, reached out and grabbed his arm and pulled him up.

"I remember."

The orc prophet did not feel angry because Grommash gave him the punch, but because the opponent's punch regained control of his emotions.

Grommash naturally remembered the images that the mysterious orc showed him that predicted the future. The tall chief of the Platinum clan did look very similar to some of the enemies in those prophetic images.

But Grommash has not found any obvious hostility towards the entire orc clan until now. On the contrary, according to the results of the spies tracking the chief of the Platinum clan who just showed up, he has been focusing on At the gatherings of various clans, he was very friendly to any orcs.

As for the feeling of disgust, I have never seen it before.

Such intelligence made Grommash choose to continue observing, rather than unilaterally engage in hostility with Dujue like the excited orc prophet did.

Although the Warsong Clan has had some friction recently because the forces of the Platinum Clan have begun to enter Nagrand, the two parties have not caused any worse troubles after all.

"Next, let's focus on the Kashgar Festival. Your spirit is too tense and you have to learn to adjust yourself."

Grommash turned around and raised Gorehowl, reached out and patted the orc prophet's back before leaving the tent.

With one day left before the official opening of the Kashgar Festival, Gul'dan also gathered the members of the Shadow Council under his command to discuss an assassination plan against the chief of the Platinum Clan.

Originally, according to the plan, the small clans and tribes close to the Talador area had already completed the work of detecting the group of Draenei and plundering enough sacrifices.

At that time, all he has to do is sacrifice those sacrifices and use their lives and souls to open a space portal from the divine world into Draenor.

At that time, a god from the divine world will come, and he will also bring more powerful and unexpected power to the entire orcs. Only after passing the baptism of this blessing, will they be qualified to become the forward force of the god, and Only then did Gul'dan have the opportunity to become a candidate for the gods.

However, all this has no possibility of continuing due to the strong rise of the Platinum clan.

The orcs of the Platinum Clan get along well with the group of draenei. They are also wealthy people who have food and drink. How do you expect this group of orcs to follow his instructions and trick them into actively attacking the draenei?

Not at all realistic.

Daza did not expect that he just wanted to establish an agent force in Draenor, but this seriously hindered Gul'dan's plan.

Gul'dan did not tell the god he believed in these difficulties, but even if he told that god, he would still punish him.

The current situation is to find a way to injure a group of ogres and let them serve as sacrifices, so as to open the space door and let the god come to this world.

"Ugh~ Cho'gall surrenders! Cho'gall admits defeat!"

On a meadow outside the orcs' camp, an ogre was pinned to the ground and beaten by Dasa.

"Ah, it would have been better if it had been like this."

After Daza determined that the ogre had no ability to resist, he jumped to the side from him. His height was not much shorter than Gu'gall.

After Dasa left the gathering where the orcs were stationed, he encountered such a lone two-headed ogre while wandering nearby. The other party obviously misjudged his strength and attacked him first.

The natural result was that he was pushed to the ground and beaten by Dasa. He didn't even use the battle ax he carried with him.

"Chief, isn't there a shortage of suitable construction workers in the tribe? You have been talking about ogres before, isn't this one coming to your door?"

Ivar laughed out loud as he looked at Gu'gall, who was beaten to the ground by Daza and did not dare to do anything else. He really couldn't figure out where this ogre had the courage to challenge his chief. .

"It is also a two-headed ogre, which is indeed rare. If he can attract some other ogres, it will indeed be of great help to the development of the tribe."

Dasa lowered his head and looked at the ogre carefully, and began to have a new idea.

Cho'gall was also feeling unlucky. He managed to escape from Highmaul, but before he could escape, he was beaten by this strange creature that looked like it was not an orc.

All right! At first, he just wanted to grab some food from the other party.

But now that he didn't get the food, and he fell into the opponent's hands, it seemed that his life would not be easy in the future.

"What's your name?"

While thinking about the future positioning of the ogres, Dasa casually asked his name.

"Cho'gall, my name."

Gu'gall also readily told Dasa his name.

"Well, that's a good name. Ivar, send five warriors to escort this ogre back to the tribe. Don't abuse him on the way. This is a rare construction talent in our tribe."

Dasa had naturally heard of the name Cho'gall, but he was not very interested in this ogre.

"Yes! Chief."

Ivar, like Dasa, did not think highly of the ogre who was punched and kicked by the chief three times. Such a guy had grown so big in vain.

After such an interlude, the Kashgar Festival finally officially kicked off, and Dasa, representing the chief of the Platinum clan, witnessed with his own eyes this grand event that began on the day of the autumnal equinox in Draenor.

Although the main purpose of this event is to honor the spirits of the ancestors, after the main events are over, the events become competitions in various sports just like the Olympic Games in Dasa's previous life. He was still happy to participate in this kind of sports competition full of entertainment purposes, but Ivar quickly held down the chief of his family.

Outsiders don't know, but he knows very well how outrageous the physical fitness of his chief is. He has experienced it personally. He competed with the opponent in an arm wrestling match, and even used his strength to suck milk. He couldn't break the opponent's arm at all, and even the wooden stake supporting the arm-wrestling between the two was cracked, so he still had nothing to do.

"Chief, we are here to rest and worship our ancestors. We are not here to have conflicts with other clans. The rest of the entertainment competition will be left to us."

Ivar's words made Daza's original enthusiasm for the game dissipate. At this time, he also remembered the important purpose of his trip.

Help this group of orcs understand what their holy mountain is really about.

After seeing the orcs under his command happily participating in the event, Dasa instead sat bored on the grass outside and watched the event.

Wrestling, throwing spears, throwing axes, archery, and even worg riding competitions, long-distance running, and even unarmed combat, as long as they don't maim or kill them.

"You look like you want to go to the competition, why don't you go?"

Grommash didn't know when he came to Dasa's side. He didn't take his ancestral battle ax.

"Of course there are more important things to do."

Daza looked at the male orc with a high ponytail and did not recognize him.

"Chief of the Warsong Clan, Grommash Hellscream."

"The chief of the Platinum clan, Daza."

Daza did not expect that the chief of the Warsong clan would come to him.

"Your clan is very powerful, and their equipment is also very good."

Grommash's eyes were always on Daza. The elf in front of him was indeed much taller than he expected. If the two sides fought, he might have to spend some effort.

"The development of the clan is inseparable from the efforts of each of my clan members. Chief Grommash came to me for more than just a simple chat."

Daza could tell that the orc chief in front of him didn't just come to chat with him.

"Has any shaman in your clan told you about any prophecies about the future? A great famine is sweeping across Draenor."

Grommash didn't beat around the bush anymore, and began to test Dasa's attitude towards Gul'dan and the Shadow Council, starting with the prophecy of the Great Famine.

The other party is a foreigner, and he is also a chief of a large tribe comparable to the Warsong clan. His attitude is related to the next step of his future goals.

"There is no such prophecy spread among my tribe, but this is the first time I have heard of this prophecy from your mouth."

Daza turned his head and looked at Grommash. For this orc hero, the first chief to take the lead in drinking the blood of demons, he was now very curious as to why the other party told him this.

"What I'm going to say next may sound a bit fanciful, but this prophecy is only known to the chiefs of a few big clans. Your Platinum clan now also has this qualification."

Grommash saw some fragments of the future through the orc prophet half a year ago. After confirming that the prophet's predictions were accurate, he immediately told the news to several other people on Draenor. The chiefs of a large clan are ready to unite.

But no one expected that in the past six months, the Platinum Clan would rise strongly, and the time for the prophecy to happen was getting closer and closer. Grommash couldn't wait any longer, so he decided to come and talk to Dasa in person. talk.

"Qualification? Prophecy? Just say it, Chief Grommash."

Daza already had some vague guesses about Grommash's words.

"Gul'dan and his Shadow Council betrayed all the orcs. They tried to summon demons and lure the orcs into becoming slaves of those demons!"

Grommash looked at Dasa with red eyes.

"Well, demons."

Although Dasa nodded on the surface after hearing this, his heart was already stirring.

Is the Draenor of this world actually the timeline of the parallel world of Warlords of Draenor? !

Daza, who was aware of this, was already thinking about how to use the Dark Portal to return to Azeroth. Think about it, in the recorded ancient battle, under his influence, the Azeroth coalition won a complete victory. The Well of Eternity was not detonated, so the Kaldorei or the Great Empire of Azeroth would continue to exist.

After being invaded by the demons of the Burning Legion, the empire under the leadership of Azshara will definitely seize the time to speed up preparations for war. With the Well of Eternity as a backup energy source, what kind of power can the arcane masters unleash? Daza It’s unimaginable now.

But one thing is certain, there will no longer be humans, dwarves and dwarfs in the Arathi Highlands.

The Titan Guardians of Ulduar are still there, and they are still awake. As for the Curse of Flesh, after Daza united with a group of Titan Guardians to kill Yogg-Saron and C'Thun, N'Zoth alone has already No longer able to activate a Curse of Flesh.

As for the batch of Titan creations that had previously encountered the curse of flesh and blood, it is also easy to deal with them. If they are all sent into the Nalaksha engine, the curse of flesh and blood can naturally be lifted.

Without the Vrykul, there would naturally be no humans. Without humans, the story of the seven human kingdoms on Azeroth would naturally not exist, and Medivh would probably not appear either.

The timeline of this world, Azeroth, has been completely changed.

So, if the newly established Dark Portal here is not the Azeroth of this world, where will it lead to?

Thinking of this, Dasa's head felt a little painful.

"Chief Dasa, you seem to know something?"

Grommash looked at Daza who fell into silence.

"I do know something about those demons. The reason why I am in this world is because of those demons."

Daza wanted to meet the prophet Grommash spoke of, but before that he needed to gain his trust.

Since the other party is worried that the orcs are enslaved by the demons of the Burning Legion, then he can just tell the other party his experience of fighting the Burning Legion and that's it.

Grommash also heard from Dasa's mouth a legendary battle experience that he thought was extremely epic. After hearing this, he invited Dasa to have a fight on the spot.

In order to determine the authenticity of the story in Dasa's mouth, he believed in his fists more than words. At least if Dasa had really fought against the demons, then his fists would definitely not be weak.

"Oh? Do you want a fight? Okay!"

Daza agreed to Grommash's invitation without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)