: Section 54: The Orc's Way to Return

Outland, Nagrand Prairie.
The Maghan orcs of Galadar were very excited recently, and they finally ushered in the tribe.
Although this tribe is no longer the tribe they are familiar with before, but now it is gratifying to be able to see the compatriots who have gone to the world of Azeroth returning again.
Strictly speaking, the Maghan clan is not a native traditional clan. This clan is made up of the old, weak, sick, or wounded among the other clan orcs. On the eve of the expedition, the old tribe concentrated all these groups in the clan on the Nagrand steppe.
They established this town called Galadal here, and lived calmly here, waiting for the triumph of the old tribe, until the advent of the Burning Legion.
The old tribe did not wait for the burning expedition, and the Maghan clan was sad enough.
Gayaan grandmother, spiritual leader of the Maghan clan.
She comes from the Frostwolf clan of Frostfire Ridge. With unparalleled patience and wisdom, she has become the spiritual pillar of the entire Galadaar.
It is no exaggeration to say that every orc in the Maghan clan, regardless of which clan they came from, has received the careful care of Grandmother Gaiaan.
Therefore, although the orcs of the Maghan clan came from all over the world and once belonged to different clan, their cohesion at the moment can be said to be one of the best.
They all fought for the glory of Maghan.
Once a clan of concentration camps for the elderly, the weak, the sick and the wounded, they are now gradually becoming stronger.
They are not weak, they just need time.
On the small square in the middle of the town of Galadar, King Saurfang sat quietly on the ground like a child, and whispered with his grandmother Gaiaan sitting in a soft chair under the big tree.
"Chief Chief Thrall and Chief Durotan will arrive soon. The Chief Chief heard that you are still alive, it's almost ecstatic. For the first time, I saw the expression of the old Chief Durotan."
Gaya's grandmother nodded kindly, a look of memory on her face.
"Durotan and Draka already have children. Time has passed so quickly ... I remember Durotan running around in the snow in Frostfire Ridge with his bare when he was a child, and the entire buttocks were frozen like ice."
King Saurfang made an embarrassed forehead, and wanted to laugh but he didn't dare to laugh. The story of the old chieftain was still a little less than he heard.
"His son Thr must be a wise and good chieftain. You have suffered defeat in the world of Azeroth. Although I agree that it was a wrong war, I still suffer from you."
Saurfang nodded immediately, "But this is also a blessing due to misfortune. Now the new tribe does not have the ambitions like Gul'dan, nor the depravity and corruption caused by evil energy and demon blood. The orcs have already recovered. Once the glory and nobility, you will go back with us this time. In the world of Azeroth, you will get better care and enjoy the blessings. "
"This is not urgent."
Grandmother Gaiaan smiled kindly and looked at Saurfang.

The area where Nagrand Prairie borders the Zangar Marshes, a large group of tribal troops are marching fast in the direction of Garadar.
The banners hunted in the team, and the scarlet tribal banner turned this elite army into a red sea.
The elite guards of Kukaron sat steadily on the back of the flying wolf, guarding against any enemies that might appear.
This tribal army has annihilated at least three demons in the cast camp. Although the demons are numerous and powerful, this tribal elite is more powerful.
Durotan still rides his beloved giant female Frostwolf Snow Song, and his wife Draka rides a small frost wolf and closely follows her husband.
Thrall was much more corrupt. He carried the human woman Taresa on the back of the wolf. Although Taresa had lived in Orgrimmar for a long time, he still did not learn to ride this orc characteristic. Wild wolf.
"Is this your hometown, Thrall? The scenery is so beautiful."
Taresa's character has changed a lot compared to when she was rescued.
After all, if a human has lived in an orc society long enough, it will naturally be more or less infected with the bold and straight character of some orcs.
The relationship between Thrall and Taresa has been established for a long time, but Taresa is a very self-aware woman. She understands that she will never become Thrall's wife. The tribal chief's wife can only be a female orc.
But Taresa is very satisfied with her present life. She is happy to be the lover of this orc chieftain. She thinks that Thrall is noble many times more noble than those disgusting and dirty human nobles. The real Monsters are human nobles who play with themselves, those so-called compatriots.
Thrall is different. Under his rough orc appearance, he has a gentle and wise heart. He is a very talented and powerful shaman, but he is also humble and courteous, and he is very incompetent to everyone around him. Heartfelt.
Only such an orc can be accepted by all tribes of the tribe and become their only chieftain.
In the new generation, it can unite the entire tribe, and can control the existence of the tribe in a stable manner. There is only one Thrall, which is beyond doubt.
"Haha, Taresa, welcome to our orc's hometown, but our Frostwolf orcs live in the Frostfire Ridge area on weekdays, and only come to the warmer Nagrand steppe when we hold a collective hunting. , I miss this place so much. "
Durotan smiled and explained aloud with his son's lover.
For Taresa, Durotan is extremely grateful. Durotan had no reason to disrespect her human woman who had paid too much for her son.
And during those days of mutual suffering, comfort and cheer each other, between Thrall and Taresa, it was said that there was no affection, and no one believed it.
Although Thrall, as the chieftain, could not make Taresa a true wife and the orcs respected the tradition of monogamy, Durotan did not object to this matter, nor did he interfere with the feelings between the two.
Because in the eyes of the orcs, Taresa, a human woman, is a warrior worthy of admiration and respect.
Warriors and glory are not just heroes who kill enemies on the battlefield. A weak woman knows that she will die. She is willing to steal the escape key for Thrall to help him escape. This is another kind of warrior behavior and noble glory. .
Although in the end Thrall was rescued by the Titan Lord, the key and the escape route map did not come in handy, but this did not affect the orcs ’respect of Taresa.
Success is not the same thing, whether to do it or not is the most important thing.
The orcs have a profound understanding of glory.
The town of Galadar has come into view. At the gate of the town, King Saurfang has brought his troops and the orcs of the Maghan clan to wait for the welcome.
Garrush quietly watched the elite army of the tribe from the distance, clenching his fists, shaking with excitement.
That's right, this is the invincible tribal army!
Myself, will also be a member of them, dedicate everything to the prosperity of the tribe!
Durotan and Thrall turned down the wolf ~ EbookFREE.me ~ King Saurfang immediately greeted him.
"Great Chief, Old Chief, Grandmother Gaiaan is already waiting for you, you ..."
Don't wait for Saurfang to finish talking, Durotan rushed in with his wife Draka, yelling loudly, like a happy child.
Thrall walked to Garrosh and gave him a thumping salute.
"Nice to meet you, son of Hellscream."
I noticed that Garrosh's look was a little weird. Salton thought of the report that Salufar had given himself some time ago.
Patted Garrosh's generous shoulders hard, and Thrall's face was smiling.
"Do n’t be mad at your father, I will show you some images about your father in a few days, how he completed his glorious mission of revenge for the entire orc tribe in the Slaughter Canyon, and how he defeated the abyss himself Lord Mannoroth. "
"Your father is a hero, Garrosh, no matter if he is a living or a death knight."
Thrall has a very infectious affinity. After Garrosh heard this, the strange look on his face subsided immediately and nodded towards Thrall.
"Thank you, Chief Sal, although I haven't seen your specific abilities yet, but at least I know that you are a respectable chief."
Listening to Garrosh's blunt, somewhat stunned answer, Salton couldn't help crying or laughing.
This little roar, whether in terms of character or thinking, is really an orc that can't be qualified anymore.