Chapter 429 43. The Upcoming...
If there is such a thing as fate, then it must be quietly observing this world, and not everyone in this world can get its favor, there will always be some people who will be looked at differently by fate.
Survival from a desperate situation, rising against the current, unexpected rescue, etc., these things that are unlikely to happen to ordinary people are just the most normal life for those who are favored by fate. There are too many opportunities in the world waiting to be seized every day, and those who can really seize the opportunities are often those who are favored by fate.
It is not without reason that fate favors them.
After experiencing a shipwreck, anyone will have a new understanding of life and life. The 7 days of drifting in the sea taught Thrall and Garrosh so much that even if they landed on a huge island, they He didn't act rashly either.
After collecting some non-poisonous fruits, drinking fresh water, and inserting several fishes, the two young orcs hid by the sea and had a feast near the wooden boat. They were very vigilant that this island was a The unexpected foothold that never appeared on the sea chart means that no one has ever discovered him, at least no large-scale discovery or landing. Therefore, no one knows what is on this island.
Maybe in the next moment, an angry fire-breathing dragon will fly from the center of the island, and Thrall and Garrosh's strength obviously can't cope with that kind of crisis, but they always have to search inside the island, and the two of them didn't plan to spend several years Day of the Savage.
Therefore, after resting and eating to ensure that they were energetic, a young shaman and a young warrior stepped into the lush forest with some supplies on their backs.
"We shouldn't be far from Kalimdor."
Garrosh was wearing a simple helmet made of wood, a wooden shield in his hand, a sailor knife in his waist, and a battle ax on his back. He watched the forest at dusk vigilantly, and his eyes were caught by the forest from time to time. Attracted by the running beast, he said softly:
"Waycrest said we've been drifting west. Seven days is enough time for us to get close to Kalimdor. We just don't know if we'll have a chance to set foot on the homes of our compatriots."
"The power of the elements on this island is very active and friendly."
Thrall answered the question and said:
"They are actively responding to me, maybe I can summon a wind elemental to help us explore the whole picture of this island, if it is not far from Kalimdor, maybe I can use the elemental to call our compatriots, the premise is Words that shamans can hear."
"Then call quickly!"
Garrosh swung the sailor knife in his hand and chopped off the vines blocking the way in front of him. He turned to Thrall and said:
"Call now, and I will protect you."
"Go to the top of the mountain! Genius...the elements are most active there, and not weakened by the entanglement of the dense forest."
Thrall rolled his eyes and pointed to the highest mountain on the island:
"We have to go there. Even if we can't summon our compatriots, we can easily see what the island looks like... Wait! Take cover! Hurry up!"
Thrall yelled in a low voice, and rushed into the nearby bushes. Garrosh leaped up, grabbed the vines nimbly, jumped onto the branches, and used the leaves to hide himself. Staring at the front, there is a small stream flowing through the forest between the hidden trees, and accompanied by the rustling sound, like the sound of snakes, several naga appeared in front of the two orcs. Make them nervous immediately.
After Dailin's fleet was attacked by the Naga, Thrall and Garrosh had no affection for these soft-bodied creatures in the deep sea. Garrosh clenched the weapon in his hand, and Thrall began to call out quietly. The element concealed the hiding places of the two, but at this moment, Garrosh, who was standing on a high place, suddenly called out to his companions:
"Thal, look there! Naga, those naga caught some trolls!"
"Um?"
Hearing this, Thrall took a cautious step forward, looking at the Naga walking towards the sea in the distance. Sure enough, as Garrosh said, those Naga were driving some disgusting and noisy murlocs. The trolls in battle armor were dejectedly guarded by them in the team. Those cunning and vicious murlocs used their weapons from time to time to beat those captive trolls for fun.
After seeing the decorations on the trolls and the paint on their faces, Thrall's blue eyes flashed with thought, and a moment later he said to the eager Garrosh:
"Let's go and save them! Those trolls don't look like cannibals. They have their own civilization. Maybe they are the aborigines of this island. They can help us..."
"Very well, I have long wanted to kill a few Naga to vent my anger."
Garrosh quietly climbed down the tree, handed the sailor's knife and wooden shield to Thrall, and pulled out the battle ax behind his back. He whispered:
"Naga may have other people nearby, don't use spells, let's sneak attack and kill those soft-skinned snakes! Can you use a knife? Don't hurt yourself."
Facing Garrosh's doubts, Thrall held the knife in one hand and the shield in the other, and skillfully played with the knife. He rolled his eyes and said:
"Don't be stupid, Garrosh, I'm a gladiator. If you really want to fight, you may not be able to beat me."
"good!"
The young orc warrior gritted his teeth, and a bloodthirsty gleam flashed in his eyes. A moment later, when the naga scattered, two orcs rushed out from the forest roaring. The low-level naga was caught off guard, and two of them were chopped down by Garrosh. Thrall swung his wooden shield and slammed it into the face of a naga witch. Impaled by a naga trying to escape.
And seeing helpers coming, the trapped trolls also started to fight back. Their hands were entangled by vines, but the flexible legs of the trolls were like whips at this moment, slamming on those trolls. On the head of the murlocs who could only fight with the wind, after the five naga were hacked to death, the murlocs who still had the upper hand immediately dispersed, screaming and running towards the sea.
They ran so fast that even Garrosh couldn't stop some of them.
However, the result was not bad. Thrall picked up the sailor knife and walked to the vigilant trolls. He first showed a "gentle" smile to the trolls, then raised the knife and dropped the vines on the hands of the trolls. cut open.
But a new problem appeared again. Thrall and Garrosh had lived in the human empire for several years. They could both speak fluent human language and stammer some elven language, but the troll language... But they don't know anything, the two sides can only communicate by hand gestures, and Garrosh, who has a violent personality, is unable to do this task, so he can only leave it to Thrall.
After a while, Thrall looked at his companions vigilantly while leaning on the ax and said:
"Well, if I'm not mistaken, these trolls are inviting us to their village... Judging by their pronunciation, these trolls should be a tribe called the "Darkspear", and we are lucky, The tallest young troll is a big shot from the Darkspear tribe, his name is...Vol'jin, that's how it should be pronounced, anyway, he was poisoned, that's why he was captured by the naga, and they are fighting the naga, so , do you think we are going to their village?"
"Fighting Naga? Very good."
Garrosh kicked Naga's head unluckily, and he turned to Thrall and said:
"You take charge of all this, I just want to fight a battle to vent my anger, the naga killed Waycrest, we have to kill at least 100 naga to avenge him! We are still 95 heads short! "
"Okay, then let's go and follow them. Fortunately, their village is on the ridge. There, I can try to contact our compatriots. If you are lucky, you will see you soon father."
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At the same time when Thrall and Garrosh were getting familiar with the island with their new friends, on the eastern continent, the news of Daelin's death in battle was like a gust of cold wind, blowing through the entire high-level of the human empire. The nobles who had relaxed in the battle in Xigaodi once again felt a wave of malice from the world.
No one knows the details of that naval battle yet. The Kul Tiras First Fleet has already set off for the sea area where the incident occurred, but what is ironic is that all this is heard from the greatest opponent of mankind, the undead. Yes, so the credibility is very criticized.
But in any case, the disaster has already happened, and now humans can only accept it, but for Emperor Lothar, the troubles involved in Dai Lin's death have just begun, because he knows very well that the people in that fleet Not just Daelin... Once Thrall and Garrosh die in that naval battle, all is lost.
"If the undead killed Dai Lin, there is still room for change."
Emperor Lothar looked at the front with difficulty, and the news sent back by the Archmage Modera who followed the Kul Tiras First Fleet set out. There was no conclusion on it, but a very bad prophecy was given.
"However, according to the survey of the great mages of Dalaran, there are no traces of undead activities there, but there are many corpses of Naga. They are likely to have died in the hands of Naga. This only shows that we protect Ineffective... From the most pessimistic point of view, the relationship between humans and orcs is about to get worse."
"Maybe we can compile a..."
The clerk carefully put forward his suggestion, but the emperor rejected it.
"No, there can be no concealment in this kind of matter. We can't cover it seamlessly. Once the orcs find out the truth, things will only get worse."
"Your Majesty, the Great Prophet of the Orcs has arrived."
A guard walked into the room and reported the news to Lothar. Lothar froze for a moment, stood up, straightened his clothes, and said to the guard:
"Mr. Drek'Thar please wait in the reception room, I'll be right there."
The emperor's expression was very regretful. Obviously, he thought that Drek'Thar's arrival was to question the disaster, but in fact, when he appeared in the reception room, he saw the man who covered his eyes with a black cloth The old orc's expression was very serene, and there was even a trace of joy, which made Lothar feel that things had turned around.
"Emperor of Humanity, I have just received news from the shaman of Kalimdor through the elements. The two children Thrall and Garrosh have escaped this disaster. They are now approaching Kalimdor The specific situation is still unclear, but according to them, it was a noble human knight who saved the children of the tribe, and Thrall and Garrosh are the only two remaining in that disaster. survivor."
The Great Prophet took a sip of tea and said slowly:
"I have already informed my compatriots that they will report the details of the shipwreck to the Eastern Kingdom as soon as possible... In addition, on behalf of the orcs, I also express regret for the death of King Dailin. He was a truly admirable fighter."
"Thank you Holy Light."
The human emperor, who has been worried about this for a long time, prayed sincerely at this moment. After a while, Lothar looked at the orc great prophet. He thought for a moment and asked:
"Then, Mr. Drek'Thar, from your experience, the matter I discussed with you last time..."
"It's hard to say now, the emperor of mankind."
The great prophet replied with some concern:
"I can't guess what the chiefs think, but the survival of Thrall and Garrosh will at least allow the Frostwolf and Warsong clans to continue to maintain the necessary goodwill towards humans, but you have to understand that the orcs who migrated to Kalimdor It's not just these two clans, Orgrim is getting old day by day, and his control over the tribe is weakening day by day, although he himself is willing to help humans in the war against the undead, other chiefs don't necessarily think so."
"and..."
The Great Prophet hesitated for a moment, and finally told the truth:
"And the tribe's pioneering in Kalimdor has not always been smooth. Although my compatriots have built several cities and enough settlements, because of the most barren land on the continent, they need a lot of supplies. It was a surprise that the business group was willing to help us, but as far as I know, my compatriots have always had some conflicts with the natives of Kalimdor and those mysterious night elves because of timber resources."
"you mean?"
Asked by the Emperor, the Grand Prophet sighed and put down his teacup:
"What I mean is, even if my people are willing to help humans, I'm afraid they are unwilling and powerless at this time. According to the news they sent back, the night elves have a huge influence in Kalimdor. Under the pressure, the new life of the orcs did not go smoothly."
"I see."
Lothar sat on a chair, thinking about something, and finally, his eyes blinked, as if he had made up his mind.
"So, Mr. Drek'Thar, would you like to take a trip with me recently?"
"Um?"
The Prophet looked at the human emperor suspiciously, and the latter waved his hand to make the left and right attendants retreat. Only he and Drek'Thar were left in the house, and the human emperor finally revealed his plan.
"The orcs and night elves lack a sufficient mediator. I have seen the future in Karazhan. Believe me, we should actively promote the peace of the two races, no, the peace of the three races, the undead are very dangerous , but they are not the most dangerous, the most dangerous ones have set their sights on this world."
"Under the current situation, the human empire needs a proper rear. I don't know if we can survive the disasters in front of us, but for now, there is not much time left for us to hesitate. I plan to secretly Go to Kalimdor, meet the ruler of the elves, and ask for their help, will you go with me?"