Vol 2 Chapter 431: : Warriors in Outland

Outland, Nagrand Grassland, Galadar.
The town's high altitude is also hovering a fel warship, throwing a group of fires to the ground from time to time.
On the vast prairie, a few scary scars appeared in the original beautiful scenery. Several large sad spires were deeply inserted into the ground, constantly polluting the natural environment of the grassland. A team of demon soldiers crossed the portal in the tower It strode out and joined the compatriots who were attacking everywhere.
A group of brown-skinned orcs are fighting fiercely outside the city of Galadal, and they are holding the gate of the town behind them so that the demons will not go further.
Garrosh Hellscream is breathless, his side has been emptied temporarily, and there are no standing enemies.
Garrosh has led the Maghan Orcs to defeat countless times of demon offensives, but these demons are like wild grass on the ground and can never be killed.
But Garrosh still kept up his spirit and took advantage of the short break to direct the fellow orcs to repair the already ruined fortifications and prepare for the next wave of attack.
Never fall down. The safety of Galadar is all tied to him. The safety of the entire Maghan clan depends on him.
Is the son of Grom Hellscream, he must not discredit the hero's father.
But my father hasn't heard for a long time. The only blood ring clan who returned to the homeland of Outland, they have been unwilling to disclose how the tribe played in another world.
Did the tribe triumph? If it wins, why not come back and meet the compatriots who should stay in their hometown?
Or. . . Garrosh dared not continue thinking.
The world of Azeroth is the last hope of the tribe. If the tribe is defeated there, the orc ’s future will be extremely dark.
"Overseer, your grandmother called you over, she was very worried about you."
At this moment, an orc soldier hurried over and said to Garrosh.
"I will go here."
To say who Garrosh most admires, it is naturally the father Grom Hellscream.
But worship is not necessarily obedient, he is not willing to be a follower behind his parents, he has his own ideas and perseverance.
But for the kindly elder, Gaianya, Garrosh was justified.
After his father left, it was the grandmother of Gaiania who took care of herself, the grandmother of Gaiania taught herself, and she gave guidance when she was confused. Although she was not a shaman, in Garrosh ’s view, Grandmother of Gaiania wanted pizza Manchu is more worthy of respect.
So it can influence or even interfere with Garrosh's decision, only the grandmother of Gaianya can do it.
Not only is he so, the whole tribe is extremely respectful to the grandmother of Gaiania.
On the eve of the invasion of the world of Azeroth, Kargath Bladefist tried to evacuate the orcs in the Maghan clan that were still able to fight, but was reprimanded face-to-face by the grandmother of Gaiania.
The war on the Nagrand Prairie is in full swing, and on the Hellfire Peninsula, the ongoing war here is equally brutal.
The glory fortress not far from the dark gate is like a small boat in the ocean at the moment, enduring the endless mad attacks of the demon army.
The city walls were already dilapidated and crumbling. Waves of fire continued to fall from the sky and directly smashed into the fortress.
But the Lordaeron soldiers guarding here still did not give up, and their hearts still insisted on the belief of returning to their hometown.
They will never give up resistance, they must survive, survive this war, return to the hometown of Lordaeron, and return to their wives and children again.
How long has it been since I have n’t seen my relatives in my hometown? In the rare leisure time, the soldiers of the Lordaeron Expeditionary Army leaned against the city head, or sat in the incomparably simple tavern in the fortress, and missed everything in their hometown.
The young guy from Dalong County is now unshaven, his hair is extremely messy, his armor is rusty, and there are broken gaps everywhere.
"Haha, you dear old man from Stratholme City, haven't been to our Dallon County, wait until the end of this war, I will take you to see my hometown, the orchard scenery there, you It's not seen in Stratholme. "
His words immediately aroused the surrounding soldiers who also came from small towns.
"Yes, we are Chebosser too. You precious masters from the city can't see the scenery of our hometown."
Soldiers from Stratholme and Lordaeron are struggling to find a reason to refute, and they are also missing their hometown and deepening the indelible old memories.
"You gangs haven't seen the Holy Light Cathedral! Tell you, when the war is over, I'll take you gangs to meet the world. Haven't you seen the carriage used by the royal family of Menethil, ... It ’s really luxurious, and I wish I could become a noble man, and I would never have to participate in such a war again.

"Ha ha ha ha, don't be delusional, you will at most become the noble master's coach and bodyguard."
Talking, the soldiers will be silent, holding a rough wine glass in a daze.
Yes. . . Hometown, they really want to go back.
The soldiers of the Lordaeron Expeditionary Army, they are a group of ordinary little people who can't remember their names, they are sad cannon fodder, and they are the tools of power for the nobles.
They are miserable, but they are also lucky.
They escaped the devastation of the undead and saved their lives, but their loved ones, friends, and everything they knew ~ EbookFREE.me ~ had already disappeared.
Some people died, some joined the Scarlet Crusade or Silver Dawn, and some people were still fighting for the Restoration of Lordaeron.
The soldiers of the expeditionary force will soon face the brutal reality and give them a blow.
The northwest of Fort Glory, the Hellfire Citadel, where the fighting is the most intense.
Illidan gathered all the evil orcs under his fortress in this fortress. Relying on solid fortifications and high walls, they resisted the all-round attack of the Burning Legion from heaven to ground.
At present, the largest stronghold of the Burning Legion on the Hellfire Peninsula is the northernmost throne of Kil'jaeden. Four forging camps have been established on the periphery of this basin, and a continuous army of demons has poured out from here.
And in the cage seal at the bottom of the Hellfire Citadel, the abyss lord Matheriton's laughter spread throughout the fortress.
"Ha ha ha ha ha, the legion will burn you to ashes completely, the arrogant idiot of Illidan, he will pay the price of his life! The legion will win!"
The Dark Portal has been lost, the high-level demons of the Burning Legion gathered here, looking for a way to destroy the gate forever.
But the reality is very skinny, they have exhausted all the imaginable methods, and can't cause even a little damage to this giant portal.
But this is not surprising at all. If this dark gate designed by Dark Titan Sargeras could be destroyed so easily, it would not be a Titan creation level thing.
Burning Legion still needs time.
But it seems that their time is not enough.