: Fifty-fourth: The Orc's Homecoming

Outland, Nagrand Prairie.
The Maghan Orcs in Galadar have been so excited recently that they finally welcomed the Horde. Although this tribe is no longer the tribe of the past, it is a joy to be able to see the return of compatriots from other worlds.
The Mag'har clan is not strictly a native clan. This clan is made up of old, weak, sick or wounded soldiers among other orcs. They could no longer accept high-intensity fighting, so on the eve of the expedition, all of these clans in the various clans were concentrated in Nagrand.
They established this town called Galadar and lived peacefully here, waiting for the triumph of the old tribe until the advent of the Burning Legion.
Gaiaan grandmother, spiritual leader of the Mag'har clan.
She is from the Frostwolf Clan of Frostfire Ridge, and with unparalleled patience and wisdom, she has become the spiritual pillar of the entire Galadar.
It is no exaggeration to say that every orc in the Mag'har clan has been carefully taken care of by Gaiaan's grandmother.
So although the orcs of the Mag'har clan came from all over the world and belonged to different clans, their cohesion at this moment can be said to be one of the best.
They all fought for the glory of Mag'har.
In the small square in the center of the town of Galadar, King Saurfang sat quietly on the ground like a child and talked to Gaiaan's grandmother sitting on a soft chair under a large tree.
"The Chief Chief Thrall and the Old Chief Durotan will arrive soon. The old Chief heard that you are still alive, it is just ecstasy. I saw the old Chief Durotan for the first time with that expression."
Gaiaan's grandmother nodded kindly, and her face looked reminiscent.
"Durotan and Draka had children ... It was so fast ... I remember Durotan ran around barefoot in the snow in Frostfire Ridge when he was a kid, and his entire was frozen into ice."
King Saurfang gave an embarrassing beep, and wanted to laugh but did not dare to laugh, indicating that he had endured hard work.
"His son, Thrall, must also be a wise sheikh. You have suffered defeat in that world. Although I agree that it was a wrong war, it still hurts you."
Saurfang nodded immediately, "It's a blessing because of the misfortune. The current tribe has no Gul'dan, no demon power and no fallen blood. The orcs have regained their former glory and nobility. Come with us this time. Go back, you will get better care in Azeroth and it ’s time to enjoy your blessing. "
"This is not in a hurry."
Gaiaan's grandmother smiled kindly, looking at Saurfang.
On the border of the Nagrand Prairie and Zangarmarsh, a large tribal army is rapidly marching towards Galadar.
Banners danced wildly in the team and countless red tribal flags turned this elite army into a blood-red sea.
The Kukalon elite guards sit firmly on the back of the running wolves, alerting to any possible enemy.
This tribal army has killed at least three demons in the Forge Camp along the way, although the demons are numerous and powerful.
But this tribal elite is stronger.
Durotan was still riding his beloved giant mother Frostwolf Xuege, and his wife Draka was riding a frost wolf that was a little smaller and followed her husband tightly.
Thrall was much more corrupt. He was holding the human woman Taressa on the wolf's back. Although Taressa has lived in Orgrimmar for a long time, she still hasn't learned to ride this orc wild wolf.
"Is this your hometown, Sal? The scenery is so beautiful!" Taressa's character has changed a lot since she was rescued.
After all, a person has lived in an orc society for long enough, and naturally, he will be infected with some of the orcs' straightforward character.
Thrall and Taressa's relationship has long been established, but Talisa is a very conscious woman. She understands that she cannot be Thal's first wife, and that the chief warrior of the tribe can only be an orc.
So Taressa is very satisfied with her life now, and she is happy to be the orc lover. She thinks that Sal is far more noble than their disgusting and filthy nobles. The real monsters are the human nobles who play with themselves.
Thrall is different. He has a gentle and intelligent heart under his rough orc appearance. He is a very talented and powerful shaman, but he is equally humble and courteous and treats everyone around him with sincerity.
Only such people can be accepted by all races of the tribe and become their sole chief.
"Haha, Taressa, welcome to the hometown of the orcs. We Frostwolf orcs live in the Frostfire Ridge on weekdays. Only after the summer comes, we will come to the warm Nagrand. Everything here is beyond me. Miss. "
Durotan laughed loudly and explained aloud to his son's lover.
Durotan is extremely grateful for Tarissa. Durotan had no reason to disrespect her human woman who had paid too much for her son.
And in those days of mutual adversity, comforting and cheering each other, no one believed that if there was no relationship between Thrall and Taressa.
Although Thrall was chief warrior, it was impossible to make Taressa a true wife, and the orcs also respected the tradition of monogamy. But Durotan did not object to it.
Because of the seriousness in the orcs, Taressa is a warrior to be admired and respected.
Warriors and glory are not only heroes who kill enemies on the battlefield. A weak woman knows that she will die, and she is willing to steal the escape key for Thrall to help him escape. This is another warrior act and noble glory.
Although in the end Thrall's rescue of Lord Titan's rescue, the key and escape route map did not come in handy, but this did not affect the orcs' respect for Taressa.
Whether it is successful or not is the most important thing.
Garadal was in sight, and before the gates of the town, King Saurfang had taken his troops and the orcs of Maghan waiting to be greeted.
Garrosh watched silently from the distance, the imposing tribal elite army, clenched his fists, and trembled with excitement.
That's right, this is the invincible tribal army!
I will also be one of them, giving everything to the tribe's prosperity!
Durotan and Thrall turned over the wolf ~ EbookFREE.me ~ King Sarufal immediately greeted him.
"The chief, the old chief, and the grandmother Gaiaan are already waiting for you inside, you ..."
Before Saurfang had finished speaking, Durotan rushed in with his wife, Draka, and shouted loudly, like a happy child.
Thrall walked in front of Garrosh and saluted him.
"Good to see you, Son of Hellscream."
Seeing Garrosh's look a little weird, Salton thought of his report to himself.
Patting his broad shoulders, Sar smiled.
"Don't be mad at your father, I will show you some images about your father in a few days, how he accomplished his mission of revenge for the orcs in the Slayer of Destruction, and how he defeated the Abyss Lord Mano himself Los. "
"Your father is a hero, Garrosh, whether he is alive or a death knight."
Thrall had an infectious affinity, and after Garrosh heard that, the strange look on his face subsided immediately, and he nodded toward Thrall.
"Thank you, Chief Thrall. Although I haven't seen your capabilities yet, I know at least that you are a respectable Chief."
Listening to Garrosh's straightforward response to some second sister-in-law, Salton's expression seemed to be insatiable.
This little growl, whether in character or thinking, is really a qualified or no longer qualified orc.
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