Vol 2 Chapter 130: : Glory and Elegy

Riding his own frost wolf snow song, Mercedes-Benz on this vast land, Durotan's mood is very good, but there are always some worries and regrets lingering in my heart.
If his son Guil is here, if Orgrim's Hammer of Destruction, Grom Hellscream old friends are here, that would be great. . .
They can work together to rebuild a brand new tribe, a peaceful and sensible glory tribe.
I don't know how they played on the Eastern Kingdom.
Durotan has never underestimated the human race, and it is precisely this that he is worried about. How much reason the tribe corrupted by evil energy is, Durotan dare not think about it.
Suppressing the chaotic thoughts in his heart, Durotan made Xuege stop and looked up at the lilac wall and the fortress gate in front of him.
Looking at the Great Wall at night, Durotan had a feeling of familiarity, and then realized that this fortress group is not the kind of layout of the human fortress group in the Storm Kingdom, but the human fortress group is a shrinking mini version. The night elf is called The giant fortress group of the Great Wall of the Dark Night is completely intact, almost encircling half of Kalimdor continent.
He came to the fortified area of ​​Ashenvale Fortress, near the fortress there was a small town built by tauren and night elves, called a crossroad.
The trade between the two races has to pass through the intersection for distribution and transfer, and now there is another Frostwolf Orc, so the expansion plan of the intersection is also put on the agenda.
The orcs valued the promise and the help they had received. Durotan came here this time with the first batch of hunting fur and orc spirits to personally lead the team to the night elves' land for the first repayment.
The gate of the fortress made a rumbling sound, and then slowly opened, the night border guard commander Gallode Shadow Song learned the news, he valued this trade of special significance, so he came to the Ash Valley area to greet him.
"Welcome to the land of the night elves, the orcs of the Frostwolf clan." Garod stepped out of the fortress gate in an elf-style combat armor.
Durotan grinned a few times when he heard the words, rolled over the wolf, and greeted him.
"Thanks to the night elves for their selfless help when the Frostwolf clan is the most difficult. This time our surplus materials have been counted by our clan, and they will be sent to you immediately, haha."
"The orcs have proved their promised gold content, and we are very happy about it."
Jarod and Durotan hugged hard, and the two had a great affection for the strong military temperament of each other.
The Ashen Valley area is a large forest with beautiful scenery, with continuous rain and light winds all year round. It is also the residence of Cenarius, the demigod of the forest.
Walking side-by-side with Jarod on the road among the forests, the continuous drizzle with natural fragrance wafted on Durotan's face, making him feel very comfortable and relaxed.
No wonder the elves are unwilling to run outside the Great Wall to suffer, just across a wall, the climate on both sides will be different.
Several forest sisters bounced across the forest path, then stopped in the woods not far from Jarod and Durotan, and looked curiously at the strange race that the orcs had never seen before.
"Oh, that's the forest sisters, also known as the tree demon. They are the daughters of the forest demigod Cenarius. Don't look at their weak appearance. Their poisoned throwing spears have caused many enemies to suffer. Haha." Lord smiled and introduced Durotan.
Durotan also curiously looked at these tree monsters that are very similar to the Centaur's body structure, except that the Centaur is ugly in appearance and rude and savage in character, and these tree monsters are long and beautiful, and have a soft temperament.
"Are they related to the centaur?" Durotan asked curiously.
Gallod nodded, "Ah, yes, this is also a sad story. The birth of the centaur itself was a mistake. Princess Theradius of Maraton imprisoned the forest demigod Cenarius. The son of Zalta, and the birth of a monster that should not exist, Centaur, if you are interested, I can explain to you in detail. "
A group of people came to a night elf town near the walls of Ashenvale. Many night elf buildings have no windows and doors. It can be said that the air leaks everywhere, and they are absolutely close to nature.
The Frostwolf people were busy handing over the supplies they brought with the night elf soldiers, and Garod and Durotan went into the town hall and sat down.
Several elf sisters came in with food and wine, and placed it gently behind the children. . . Cough, put it gently on the table in front of the two, and the rest of the Frostwolf Orcs were sitting on the ground in the town square for an open-air feast.
"Can you tell me about your world? We are about the world of the orcs ... oh, it's called Draenor, right, very curious." Gallod and Durotan touched the glasses and asked curiously.
Durotan smiled bitterly, "Our world ... is no different from the broken ruins. If you are asking about Draenor before it was destroyed by the evil energy of Gul'dan, I think I can and you That ’s a lot. "
Speaking of which, Durotan's face was very nostalgic.
He thought of the snowy frost fire ridge, the endless expanse of Nagrand prairie, the deep Tanaan jungle, and the rugged Gorgrond plateau.
"Once Draenor was so magnificent, our orcs lived from generation to generation, we were noble and love peace, our ancestors accepted the draenei from the sky, we were friends at that time ..."
Durotan raised his head and sulked his spirits, then smashed the glass heavily on the table.
"Gul'dan and his evil energy destroyed all this. The Horde should not be in this fallen state now, and the glorious orcs should not be in the state of this wild beast now!"
Looking at the emotional Durotan, Jarod could understand his feeling at the moment.
If you are yourself, watching the night elves fall into depravity and become beasts that only know about killing, you will also be better off.
"We never thought of invading the world of others, never willing to wage unnecessary wars, we only want our hometown ..."
Speaking of which, Durotan closed his eyes and sighed.
"I believe that other clans will one day find your glory again, just like your Frostwolf clan did ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The Alliance will defeat them, and Gul'dan and his warlocks will surely die. "
"So can you understand my mood at this moment, elf?" Duro said frankly and said with a wry smile.
"This is so complicated and contradictory ... I never want the Alliance to defeat the Horde, but I also hope that the Alliance will defeat the Horde and free the Horde from the corruption of Gul'dan ..."
Garod nodded silently.
Orc tribe. . . Another victim of evil energy and the Burning Legion.
The warriors lost the goal of the battle, just meaningless killing and attacking, why?
How sad, how sad.
"You are a qualified leader, Durotan, and the Frostwolf clan has you as their luck."
"Maybe, but I can't save the entire tribe."
Durotan replied, drinking the hard liquor again.