Chapter 1 Hello, My Name Is Nergo

This is Nagrand, a vast plain covered with yellow and green grass. The land is lush and vibrant, and it is no exaggeration to describe it as picturesque. Such fertile soil brings prosperity to all kinds of creatures.

Whether it is thunder elephants, talbu sheep or wind eagles, or wolves and saber-toothed tigers, they have been thriving here for centuries.

Grommash.

This city named after Chief Grommash in Nagrand is the base camp of the Hellscream family to rule the entire Warsong clan. After the morning sun dispels the gray fog, this orc nomadic city reveals a different kind of beauty.

On the clan's training ground, a tall and strong orc with one eye blind is shouting something loudly.

"Go on, kid, swing your weapon like a real orc warrior!"

Not far in front of him, a slightly immature brown-skinned orc was already sweating profusely. He was not a warrior, he was just a child, but in the orc clan, even children need to go through some combat training. He just happened to have a strict adoptive father.

While swinging the heavy axe, Nergo felt the sweat dripping down his forehead. He kept repeating this action. In the words of his adoptive father, sweating is better than bleeding.

It's really strange. Although they are in two different worlds, his adoptive father's words reminded him of a sentence in his previous life.

Of course, since he talked about his previous life, the identity of this orc was about to be revealed.

He is a traverser, and he is a traverser who has no system and is not a killer, a soldier king, or a cultivator.

In this per capita system, sign-in, template, diary and other traverser templates, he can be called a Renaissance.

As for the time travel experience, it was not so bizarre. There was no dump truck or lightning. It was just a blink of an eye. He traveled through time so casually.

He didn't even know why he traveled through time. Such a simple way made him feel that it sounded outrageous, even more outrageous than fighting with a gangster and becoming a super soldier.

And although he had traveled through time for a long time, Nergo still complained: "The time of travel was still Draenor before the opening of the Dark Portal. It was really touching in that version."

It was touching. In his previous life, not to mention Draenor, even the Burning Legion was sent away. Now he suddenly traveled to the timeline of Warcraft and had to face the threat of the Burning Legion. It was amazing.

"Okay! Stop!" His adoptive father said loudly. He stood up and came to Nergo with a smile, "Take a break."

Nergo immediately put the axe aside and found a relatively clean place to sit down.

"It's worthy of blue eyes." His adoptive father sighed, and the only remaining single eye was full of complexity.

His eyes are charming. Sky blue eyes are quite rare among orcs. They are considered to be the eye color of orcs who can do great things.

For example, Thrall in the future.

"Father, can you tell me more about your story with the ogre?" Nergo asked.

His adoptive father is Ruzo, an orc warrior, but he is just a warrior. Like other orcs, he was born healthy. When he grew up, he accepted his father's training and participated in the Kshhag Festival twice a year. He looks ordinary and has average martial arts. He has neither done any earth-shattering deeds nor any memorable merits.

He is just an ordinary orc, an orc who no one would care about if thrown into the crowd. His back is a little bent, which shows that he is no longer young. He often talks about the ogre. That is the only thing he can tell about in the last war.

Nergo liked to ask him about his performance in the war, and Ruzo was also happy to tell him about his heroic performance. He liked to tell others about that story, but no one wanted to listen to an old one-eyed man bragging about himself. They worshipped heroes more, like Grommash in the war, who killed the king of the ogres alone and brought his head back to the clan.

Such legendary heroic stories are always better than a one-eyed man saying that he tried his best to kill an ogre in the war.

Ruzo smiled slowly, with a hint of pride and bitterness on his face. The pride was because he killed an ogre that was several times bigger than himself in that battle. Although he lost an eyeball, it also represented his honor.

And bitterness? His wife died. Many people lost their loved ones in that war, and he was no exception. After all, even the chief's wife died there, didn't she?

Ruzo told the story again. Grommash led them across the grasslands, invincible, until Highmaul began to fight back. One ambush, two ambushes, and two consecutive defeats caused the clan to suffer heavy losses.

He left an eye and a lover in exchange for an ogre's head and an adopted son.

He picked up a baby by a stream. The baby had sky-blue eyes. He liked it very much. He adopted him and hoped that he could do what he couldn't do.

Let the ogre kneel in front of the orcs and become a hero among the orcs! He couldn't do it, but Nergo was different. He had blue eyes and he had this talent.

Ruzo was very strict. He always took out his free time to train Nergo, some of which were how to hunt and how to plunder ogres most efficiently.

Or tell him how to survive on the battlefield and ensure that he will not die in an unknown spell.

Ruzo's story is very short. His story only lasts about ten minutes. This is the result of his continuous addition and modification of new plots related to Nergo over the years.

His story is also very long. When he was about to become an adult, Ruzo went to the battlefield again. Although he never came back, Nergo never heard the end of his story.

Nergo sat on the mountain near Grommash and looked at the grassland outside the city gate. His heart seemed to return to that morning, the morning when he pestered his father to tell a story.

"You are a hero." Nergo whispered to himself. He already knew how his father died. According to the description of his companions, Ruzo killed an ogre before he died, which made other orcs look at him with admiration.

Nergo was sad, but also proud. Over the years, he has been no different from other orcs, and the same is true for death.

Warriors, dying in battle is their destiny and their glory.

Suddenly, Nergo heard footsteps behind him.

The next moment, an orc child like him broke into the silence.

"Hello, my name is Tazag." Perhaps he didn't expect there was another orc here, Tazag was a little dazed, he said his name a little nervously.

"Hello, my name is Nergo." Under the moonlight, the two little orcs sat on the top of the mountain and looked up at the stars in the sky.