Chapter 519: Galladar's Hope

　　 After listening to Agna's account, Varok realized that he seemed to have missed the point of Grandma Gaia.
　　Why did Grandma Gaia have to tell the orcs about what happened in Azeroth? Just want everyone to know that the orcs are back on track?
of course not.
　　Because Varok had been hesitant to say how to give up Draenor in front of Grandma Gaia Ann, he didn't realize the old shaman's intentions.
It now appears that Mother Gaia’s intention is not to let the orcs of Galadar understand the past of Azeroth. She hopes to reawaken the Mag’har orcs through the Horde’s experience in Azeroth for so many years. Fighting spirit.
　　 It is a pity that Varok was too cramped to understand.
　　 After thinking about this, Varok no longer worried.
　　 "Grandma Gaia Ann is a great orc." Varok couldn't help but exclaimed, "Just like the warchief..."
　　 "Warchief?" Agna raised her eyebrows. "Is the current Warchief still the guy named Blackham?"
　　 "No, the current warchief is Thrall-or Guyle."
　　 "Guyle? I remember Grandma Gaiaan's grandson called this name!"
　　 "It's him." Speaking of Thrall, Varok puffed up his chest, and You Rongyan, "Son of Durotan, Guyle, we are the first shaman recognized by the elements in Azeroth!"
　　 "...hmm." Agna nodded, "Very young, how did you make him a warchief-I don't mean disrespect, but age is really not a problem?"
　　 "Guyle is far greater than you can imagine." Varok frowned slightly and began to organize his language, "Whether it is strength or thinking-height, um, height."
　　 If Thrall were a respected old orc, Agna would be dissatisfied, but she might not speak out, but after learning that Thrall was similar to her age, Agna seemed very upset.
　　 "A shaman who is stronger than me? Are you kidding me? If I'm not mistaken, are you always watching my fight with Clefthoof? In this case, you still say he is better than me?"
　　 "It's too strong." Varok shook his head, "You can't beat one of his hands."
　　 "Why do you say that?!" Agna was really angry, "because he is a male?"
　　 "..." For Agna's strength, Varok was also a little speechless, "This is true-if I guessed correctly, you will be able to see him soon, and you can verify it yourself at that time."
　　 "Really?" Hearing Varok's words, Agna looked a little excited, "I hope he will not be like Galadar!"
　　 This kind of ruthless way of speaking would seem very annoying among humans, but for orcs, this is precisely the charm.
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Since Agna was in a coma for a while, when the five people returned to the end of Omrigg, there were already many young orcs who had completed the trial. Their cheeks were smeared with blood, and one or two appeared interested. exuberant.
　　 But when Agna appeared, everyone was depressed.
　　 When leaving, Agona did not forget to cut off the clefthoof's one horn.
　　 The horns of the Clefthoof Ox are too obvious. In Garadar, no one does not know this thing.
　　 And looking at the size of this horn, the clefthoof Agnar hunted must be quite terrifying.
　　 Delanosh was lucky enough to hunt down a female Tarbuk, and he was excited. Unexpectedly, Agna directly hunted down a clefthoof.
　　Dranos' cheers with his battle axe stopped abruptly.
　　 And Varok, who recognized his son, strode forward and hit Dranosh's shoulder with a fist.
　　 Just when the other orcs wanted to rush over to clean up the green skin, Delanosh directly opened his arms and hugged Varok.
　　 "Father, you are back!"
　　Dranos's father made all the young orcs stand on the spot.
　　Varok’s bravery makes him often appear in shaman stories. Whether it is killing a one-eyed monster or defeating an ogre in one-to-three, these are the familiar stories of many orcs, and this is also the source of pride for Dranosh.
　　 Now, Delanosh called out his father, which shocked all the orcs.
"Durotan, Orgrim, Grommash, Varok, Eitrigg, those famous warriors have gone to another world. We believe that they will usher in their salvation and return with glory... …"
　　 This is the end of the heroic story told by shaman countless times in the past 15 years.
　　In the increasingly barren Draenor, in this fragile green, this is the last hope of the orcs.
　　Only believing that those orcs who have drunk the blood of the devil are only momentarily confused, and only believing that the tribe will return with true honor, will the Mag'har orcs be able to persist to this day.
　　 Do not look at the current Nagrand seems to be able to survive, but all the orcs know that maybe ten years, maybe twenty years, here will really be like Shadowmoon Valley, become a scorched earth raging by evil energy.
　　 Now, the legendary character is finally back!
　　 And it seemed that Varok, who was hugging Dranosh tightly now, had indeed regained his senses.
　　 At this moment, Varok already knew what he should do.
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　　At dawn the next day, Omrig finally ended~EbookFREE.me~ The young orcs were extremely excited, but their focus was no longer what the blood on their faces belonged to.
　　 There is only one reason-the tribe is back!
　　 When the sun rose, countless orcs looked at Varok with excitement.
　　 "The tribe is back!"
　　Varok's first words aroused the cheers of all the orcs.
　　 "We have found another world, we have a new land, we have new friends, and the tribe has been reborn!"
　　 Varok stood on the high platform and raised the sharp battle axe in his hand.
　　 "We have fallen, once lost, once lost my glory."
　　 "But we finally defeated all of this."
　　 "Our former warchief Orgrim Doomhammer shattered Mannoroth's head with his warhammer, freeing us from the slavery of the devil."
　　 "Our current warchief, Guyle, has been recognized by the elements and has become a new shaman."
　　 "On that planet called Azeroth, the Horde stood up again!"
　　 Under the rising sun, Varok’s white hair drifted in the wind.
　　 "We have proved with our own blood and the sharp blade in our hands that the orcs are not somebody's puppets or slaves—the orcs will never be slaves!"