Ranger King of Azeroth

  Chapter 223 Good friends, Yiqi...Together for a lifetime

Because of time constraints, the ceremony itself was not complicated. Witnessed by the members of the Hidden Path, Charlemagne and others came to the statue of Onhara again, and Immorel swore that Charlemagne Theron would take over as the second in the Hidden Path. Take the position of leader.

As expected, On'hara's soul reappeared this time, and everyone in the Hidden Path could clearly see the seriousness in the eyes of this eagle demigod. Obviously, the reinvasion of the Burning Legion is very important to the demigods. Also big news.

  Under the witness of the demigod, Charlemagne officially took over the position of the leader of the Hidden Passage, and Ohnhara uttered a loud eagle cry to express his congratulations before leaving.

   After officially taking office, Charlemagne's first order was as discussed just now. Immorel led the elite members of the organization to the Kingdom of Stormwind to investigate the situation.

  In addition, members of various ethnic groups in the organization try their best to go back to their respective countries and tell the people about the news of the Burning Legion. Although they don't know how effective it will be, they still have to try it anyway.

For this reason, Charlemagne specially asked Lina's "sister" from the Morningstar Tower to borrow several mages to help him open the portals to various countries for members of various ethnic groups, and at the same time sent the investigation team led by Emeril to his place. Know the southernmost Ironforge.

There is no way, because there is no contact with the Stormwind Kingdom for a long time, no elf in Quel'Thalas knows the coordinates of Stormwind City, even the last time Kael'thas went to congratulate Varian's birth as a prince They were all portals opened by Antonidas himself...

Back in Far Traveling Village, Charlemagne invited relatives and friends including the three Windrunner sisters, Lor'themar, and Valeira's father and daughter. Two mages, Lena and Sean, also teleported over from their respective mage towers. .

   "Now that the Burning Legion has made its first move, I think everyone can feel some of the chaotic energy emanating from the space rift that appeared in the southern part of the continent, right?"

   Except for Li Sen, who was a civilian, all the elves present had entered the hero level, and everyone nodded solemnly.

   "I hope everyone is ready for battle. I have a hunch that the invasion of this group of chaotic creatures may just be the beginning of a turbulent era, and the movements of the Amani trolls also require us to be more vigilant."

  Alleria, Cirvanas and the others agreed solemnly, after all, they could clearly feel the coming aura.

  At night, Charlemagne stood alone on the window sill of his room, frowning as he looked at the walls of Zul'Aman in the distance.

  ‘Zujin, what the **** are you planning? '

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   "Bah! Coward!"

In the black swamp in the south of the Eastern Continent, a green-skinned burly creature with fangs on its lower lip and a ferocious face spit on the ground, which attracted the brown-skinned female compatriot who walked by him stare.

  Just as the woman stopped and was about to teach this guy a lesson, a thick brown palm pressed on her shoulder, "Draka, leave them alone!"

   "But, Durotan..."

   "Okay, let's go. Originally, I didn't approve of the orc invasion. Being exiled is exactly what I want."

   The man who spoke was a brown-skinned man wearing a snow-white wolf fur cloak. Although his face was a little frustrated, he could still see a determined expression in his clear eyes, which were different from those of his surrounding compatriots with blood-red eyes.

  When he led his wife to the camp of his tribe, there were more than one orcs who spurned him with contemptuous eyes just now. If he wanted to fight back every one of them, he wouldn't have to leave today.

  Picking up the animal skin curtain, the two entered the largest tent of the tribe. At this time, there was already a green-skinned orc wearing a black eyepatch and simple leather armor waiting here.

   "Chief, are we leaving?"

"Yes, Drek'Thar, I have been exiled because of my resistance to Gul'dan, and I don't want to participate in this kind of invasion war without glory. Let us lead our people to leave them and go to this new The world is looking for a place for us to live in."

   Speaking of this, a look of pain flashed in Durotan's eyes. He recalled the hatred and despair in the eyes of the draenei people when they were forced to attack the city. It was that battle that made him see the essence of the tribe now.

The orc who drank the blood of the demon became cruel, bloodthirsty, and chaotic. Compared with the orc with noble traditions before, he has almost completely become another species. It is precisely because of this that he led all the tribes to reject Gul'dan The so-called "gift".

It's just... I'm sorry for Drek'Thar. After Gul'dan summoned all the shamans to learn demonic spells, it was the shaman who raised him from a young age who raised him with earnest words and Ner'zhul's secret warnings that made him understand. The curse behind this "gift".

   His pregnant wife was also an important reason why he was going to leave Gul'dan's side. He didn't want his son to be infected by that curse, and being exiled was good news for him and his tribe.

Fortunately, Drek'Thar regained the guidance of the elements after praying for the forgiveness of the elements. They have preliminarily locked on a place similar to their hometown of Frostfire Ridge. Next, Durotan is going to take his wife and clansmen all the way north, completely away from this group of beings. Cursed countrymen.

  Just as the three of them informed the entire Frostwolf clan to be ready to leave, the animal skins on the door of the tent were pulled away again. Durotan drew his weapon from his waist vigilantly and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the person coming.

   "Orgrim, you really surprised me."

  The visitor also has brown skin and clear eyes, and he is holding a well-made warhammer in his hand compared to other orc weapons.

  Orgrim laughed and gave his friend Durotan a hug, "Aside from me, who else will see you off at this time, you know the weird behavior of the orcs right now?"

   After hugging Orgrim happily, Durotan's expression sank.

   "Well... the bloodthirsty desire of the orcs is not like our previous tradition, Orgrim, why don't you go with us, don't you agree with Gul'dan?"

Orgrim was taken aback when he heard the words, and then shook his head helplessly, "It's one thing to disagree, but as a member of the Blackstone clan, I can't just leave my clansmen behind. Rano's status quo? We really need a new habitat."

  Seeing that Durotan wanted to refute that Orgrim reached out to stop him, "I also know that our behavior is aggression, but I must first consider my own people, Durotan, I hope you can understand this."

  The expressions on Durotan's face changed, and finally he let out a long and deep sigh, "I know...but I really can't accept this...hey!"

  Orgrim hugged his friend again, "I understand that the Frostwolves have always been the clan that respects tradition the most. Go and find your own way out. Come back and see me when you have time."

   Durotan finally showed a smile, and slammed Orgrim's chest heavily and said, "Of course, I plan to let you see my child after it's born!"

   It was night, and Durotan led the entire Frostwolf tribe away from this group of bloodthirsty compatriots, avoiding the aborigines of this planet all the way, and followed the guidance of the elements of this world all the way north.

  In the end, they lived in seclusion in a snow-capped mountain in the Alterac Mountains. The familiar environment here reminded Durotan and the orcs of the Frostwolf clan of their former hometown—Frostfire Ridge.

   Thanks to the book friend "Xing Yuqiang" for his reward and support.

  (end of this chapter)