Azeroth Trail of Light

On the calm and desolate land, a different kind of "picnic" is going on.

Frankly speaking, Maris didn’t like his mission this time. Putting aside the battles on the front line, he made a special trip to find an orc in the desolate land. How could this not be a beautiful job? To be precise, he didn’t like it even more. Things that have nothing to do with war, especially wars with undead.

But he came anyway. Hidden Path has received first-hand news from a certain channel. Nathanos Maris, this newly-promoted member, was selected as the Hidden Path’s due to his outstanding record and skill. Representative, participate in the exciting "ice-breaking" operation.

For Marais, this is simply the supreme glory, not only in the realization of his oath to slash Alsace, but more importantly, it represents the best group of hunters in the world and affirmation of himself. .

When a person reaches a certain height, money and status can no longer bring satisfaction, it is a pleasant thing to be affirmed.

But for Maris, this is just the beginning, because for some other things, the secret path can't allocate enough manpower for him, so he has to find his own teammates.

Then he came here, not only because Rexxar was his guide to the Mithril pathway, but more importantly, if he was fighting alone, who would make the best hunter in the world feel at ease? , There must be only a few people, and Rexxar is one of them.

This has nothing to do with race, it is purely a recognition of strength and an affirmation of character.

When he explained his intentions, Rexxar's expression was a bit lazy. He put his hand on his chin, rolled his left hand over the barbecue in front of him, the smell came out, and then he handed it to Maris, and the Beastmaster patted it. Pat the big brown bear Misha on the head, throw it a piece of barbecue, and then said,

"Is it really sure to fight the Lich King, not for some messy reasons?"

Maris nodded, put the roasted meat in her hand in front of Hoover, the porcupine who looked at him with round eyes. The wild boar hummed in satisfaction and walked aside with the roasted meat in his mouth.

"Of course, look at this. There is also the seal of your Chief Thrall. You should believe him?"

Nathanos took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Rexxar. When the other side looked at it, he introduced,

"This kind of letter is only sent 3-5 copies to every force in the entire world. This time the coalition has lost its blood, and the high-level minds are still very clear. We are fighting the war of attrition with the undead, not those guys at all. If you want to win, you have to win by surprise! They need Azeroth's sharpest knife to join them, and we are one of them."

Rexxar read the letter carefully, returned it to Maris, and pondered.

"Who else? You just said it was three people. Besides the two of us, who else?"

The Beastmaster trimmed his nails with the axe in his hand and glanced at Maris, "Say in advance, I will not act with the prey!"

Maris waved her hand.

"How could it be a prey? Originally I planned to invite my mentor, Ms. Sylvanas of the Windrunner family, but her recent situation...well, it is worrying, so I chose another guy, in a sense Above all, he may be better than my mentor."

Only then did Rexxar become interested, "Better than Ms. Sylvanas? Could it be Rogerio Starchaser, who has been in the limelight recently? That General Silvermoon?"

"No, no, no! It's not him, he has another mission. I'm looking for Nesingwary, Hemet Nesingwary."

Nathanos shrugged, "You know, the old madman went hunting in the Solacha Basin and almost killed the spouse of the Troll's Leopard God. He got into trouble for this, and the coalition came out to help him relieve him. Trouble, but in exchange, he has to perform one of his duties."

"Just because of responsibility?"

Rexxar looked at Maris suspiciously, "I don't think the high-level coalition forces can trap the old madman Hemet. It is estimated that those great knights will take the same shot personally, and the old madman didn't claim that he never joined any Any war in the camp?"

Nathanos clapped his hands, stood up, turned and stepped on his horse like a leaf, "Anyone has hobbies, and Hemet is the same. Apart from hunting, we took out the temptation he could not refuse. In short, the only old madman in Azeroth who can hunt the dragon at an extreme distance of 3000 meters has joined us. Would you like to come?"

Rexxar also stood up, untied the pendant from his neck and threw it to Maris.

"Help me sign up. After I deal with the trouble here, I will take the boat to Northrend."

"What's the trouble? Need help?"

"It's a dreadlord hiding here sneakily. I will do it alone. Wait for my good news."

While Rexxar and Marris were having a good conversation, far away in Howling Bay in Northrend, this fertile soil full of forests and rivers, in the river next to the orc’s western fortress, a young man People are resting.

Garrosh Hellscream lay on the grass by the river, holding some red fruits in his hands, and throwing one in his mouth from time to time, savoring the astringent sweetness, looking at the blue sky above his head , He couldn't help but recalled those days on the Nagrand Prairie in the broken Draenor.

At that time, the entire clan had a very hard time. Grandmother Goya was very wise, but there were young people in the clan, who would always provoke such and such things, especially the frequent conflicts with the Nikures of Haran. Grandma Geya came to apologize every time.

Garrosh is not afraid of the tall draenei, but he does not want to see the old grandmother angry because of his recklessness, so he will restrain his strength every time, accompany the old grandmother to fish, or listen My grandmother told the story of the past. In those days, she had to do a lot of work every day and walked a long way to hunt, but everyone was very happy and satisfied.

Every time after winning a battle with those malicious opponents, the old grandmother always brought out a small amount of fine wine for everyone to drink. The days of singing and dancing around the campfire are really nostalgic.

This is not to say that life after coming to Azeroth is not easy. Chief Thrall treats them very well. Overlord Saurfang also treats them as his own children. Although the skin colors are different, everyone is in Org. Rima has not been discriminated against either. The most important thing is that there is sufficient food here, so you don't need to go hunting every day, but you can spend all your time polishing your martial arts.

But Garrosh also had his own troubles, he had to face the man he had been avoiding deliberately.

His father, Grom Hellscream.

Roar still remembers that when he was a child, he would often fight with other orc children because of his father's topic, because at that time, his father had a bad reputation in the world of Draenor, and Grom was the first orc to drink the blood of the devil Many people believe that Grom led the entire orc tribe to the fall.

So in Xiao Roar’s mind, his father was actually a very bad guy, a butcher, and a badass. He buried this thought in his heart. In fact, if it weren’t for the protection of Goya, Little Roar would have been He ran out of the clan and became a wandering orc.

But things have turned around. Just when Xiao Roar was 14 years old, a human gladiator carrying a big axe came to the Nagrand Prairie. Under the leadership of Rega, he met with Goya and Hezong. The mother talked for a long time, and then Xiao Roar was led into the tent and saw the black-haired human and the axe he was holding.

It was his father's axe, Gorehowl, and the hand of the chief of the Warsong clan.

The human named Lagos told him the story of his father. The man he had never met was dead, died in another world, died in a battle with the devil, Lagos told him, Grom is not what people think, he is a butcher, he is a hero, he found his salvation at the last moment of his life.

Lagosh was here to return Gorehowl. The black-haired human told him that another friend had commissioned him to return the axe to him, but Garrosh needed to undergo a trial, a trial from Lagosh.

Little Roar chose to accept it. The orc was never afraid of challenges. The most important thing was that he had another impression of his father for the first time, and he felt that he had to do something for him.

"Take it, and swear to it, never use this hero's weapon to do unhonourable things!"'

Lagos told him that, Garrosh did so, and then Lagos got up and left. He never seemed to worry that Garrosh would break his promise, but in fact, in the next 3 years, the little roar seemed to have changed. One person, he did his promise.

But when he led by Thrall and Saurfang to the front of the flower-filled cemetery at the end of Demon Canyon, he cried for the first time in his life, like a child, a 17-year-old What a child should be.

Because before the tombstone that recorded Grom’s life, he felt his father’s life for the first time, it was full of glory, full of regret, done many wrong things, but also done many great things. lifetime.

He felt that that was his future path. That man, even if he died, was still guiding him silently. He had never left him, even if it was separated by two worlds.

"Hi! Garrosh, what are you doing here?"

Delanos's voice rang behind the little roar, and the young chief of the Warsong clan did not get up, but waved his hand, conscious that his good friend came over.

A few seconds later, Delanos in armor and Yorin Deadeye in black robe sat next to Garrosh one by one. Delanos with a lively character patted Garrosh. With his arms moving his shoulders, he said loudly,

"Overlord Saurfang just made the decision. The day after tomorrow, when Uncle Triyge's army arrives, we are going to the Dragonbone Wilderness, and finally we can teach those **** undeads a lesson! I can't wait!"

"Hey, that's your father!"

Garrosh barked his teeth, "Don't call him "Overlord", it's the name given to him by humans, you know, he doesn't like that name."

Delanos shook his head, "No! I think that title is cool! Well, it actually has nothing to do with us. Just now my father gave me a letter, Garrosh, I swear, you will Those interested in this!"

"what?"

Xiao Roar grumbled from the ground and looked at his brother who grew up with him. A few seconds later, Yue Lin cleared his throat, took out the letter from his arms and read it to them,

"In the name of Orgrimmar Warchief Guyl Frostwolf, Garrosh Hellscream, Draenorth Saurfang, Yorin Deadeye and others, must be in the Dark Portal for 25 years Before October 17, reach the Dragon's Sleep Tower in Dragonblight and represent Orgrimmar to participate in the "Azeroth Silver Trial", The Dark Portal September 30, 25."

Jorin's head shrugged, and he handed the letter to Garrosh, who was confused.

"I will not read the following. It is the seal of all the forces in Azeroth. In short, the three of us have been forcibly called up to participate in something similar to a "competition". You are not always looking for that one. The mysterious Mr. Lagos? A strong fighter like him will definitely participate in such a competition."

"Fighting contest?"

Garrosh took the envelope, glanced at it for a few times, and then frowned, "Why would Thrall arrange such a weird task for us? Aren't we here to fight the undead?"

"Do not!"

Delanos shook his head solemnly, "We are here in response to the call of justice, great warriors fighting for the peace of this world. Of course, after the war, we will get the rewards we deserve. Look at this land, Garru. What, dare you say that this place is not more beautiful than Nagrand? It is more fertile, and the tribe needs this kind of land! Listen to me, brother, don't care what Chief Thrall thinks, I have heard the inside news, this time all forces will participate , The three of us are going to grab a championship and come back... at least the top three!"

"But why are we?"

Garrosh looked at Delanos suspiciously, "Whether it is Thrall himself or Overlord Saurfang, they are much more qualified and stronger than us."

"Uh...I don't know about this."

Delanos shrugged, "Anyway, I'm already eager to try, are you coming? Garrosh, our three brothers came to Azeroth from Nagrand, but we have to fight for Mother Goya, at least Don’t let Chief Thrall look down upon us!"

Garrosh glanced at Delanos, then looked at Yorin who was also looking forward to, and reached out to carry his battle axe on his shoulder.

"I promised LaGosh not to use Gorehowl to do disgraceful things... But the championship is not disgraceful, I will go with you! Lest you be bullied."

"Go! Jolin, beat him!"

"Ah...Don't slap your face! Don't scratch me! Hell, I'm going to fight back!"