Chapter 99 Extra: Saints at the Dark Gate

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Draenor, Hellfire Peninsula.

This used to be a beautiful and wild land, where orcs, ogres, arakkoa, draenei...all kinds of races lived. But now, because of the evil spells taught to him and his lackeys by Gul'dan's demon master, the whole world is on the verge of collapse.

Looking at the crazy tribe and the devastated land, "water, food, killing. And power, will be given to those who are willing to guide all this to happen." Gul'dan's voice is full of temptation, and the entire orc tribe is full of greed and hope.

At this time, in the gathering place of the orcs, the burning of a small bonfire made this place look out of place in the whole dark night. Several orcs gathered around the bonfire to watch the fight between two orc warriors.

This is the order of Blackhand, or Gul'dan. He asked Blackhand to issue a notice to all tribes, summoning their best warriors to openly fight one-on-one or team battles.

The winner will get food and clean water from the loser's clan, as well as honor and prestige.

You should know that in today's Draenor, almost all edible creatures have been eaten up by the ferocious orcs, not to mention the wild beasts that were seen everywhere before. Now even the big bugs that jump out of the soil have to worry about whether they will be cooked by the orcs.

But the Warsong Clan is not a big deal, because the warlike tradition of the Warsong Clan has caused them to fall into madness after drinking the blood of demons, and even to the point of not distinguishing between friend and foe.

Therefore, the great chief Blackhand ordered the expulsion of the Warsong, Bone Gnawer, Laughing Skull, Shattered Hand and Thundergod clans from the main city of the tribe, Hellfire Citadel, and let these warlike orcs settle in remote areas of the Hellfire Peninsula, leaving them to kill each other and survive on their own.

Whether you kill the Draenei (if they still exist) or other "warlike orcs", as long as you don't eat the tribe's food and don't kill these obedient orcs, I don't care whether you live or die.

But living like this is obviously not okay.

Chieftain Blackhand angrily questioned Gul'dan: You cub, what about the demon lord's boundless power and blessing all things? Tmd Draenor has become a mess, tell me what to do!

Facing the angry chieftain, what can Gul'dan say? Say that he was also deceived, and the demon ran away and set him up?

There is no way, one day is one day, and fool it first.

Just when the tribe was about to be destroyed with the broken Draenor, the demon responded to Gul'dan again. The excited Gul'dan declared to Blackhand that he had discovered a new world, which could not only ensure that the whole tribe had no worries about food and clothing, but also satisfy their desire to kill. But to get there, a huge portal must be built first.

Until the Dark Portal was opened, the first war was about to break out. Blackhand led the warriors of the tribe through the Dark Portal. They wanted to obtain new land for the tribe, a land that would not be destroyed like Draenor.

Now it is the third year after the Dark Portal was opened. The Great Chieftain Blackhand is fighting fiercely with the humans of Storm Kingdom in Red Ridge Mountains.

………………

Nergo opened his eyes and looked at the unfamiliar environment around him. He touched his face, "It doesn't look right."

He immediately stood up and looked around, a simple tent, a dirty animal skin, and a world like an abyss.

This environment seems to be a little wrong. According to common sense, he should enter the illusion as a passerby in the state of soul body, but now is there something wrong with the illusion?

Realizing that he might have encountered some troubles, Nergo immediately sat down and accepted the memory.

Well, this time the trouble is a bit big. Nergo finally knew why he appeared here alone.

In the memory, just like the original plot, Nergal was a Warsong orc, serving under Grommash, and everything was the same as what happened in reality.

So when did the change happen?

In the Throne of Elements, Nergal did not meet Sylvanas, and his carelessness made him drunk at the Korshag Festival. When he realized that Gul'dan would attack the Throne of Elements, it was too late.

The attacked Elemental Fury naturally fell into a rage. They made the seasons and weather of Draenor a mess. The cold Frostfire Ridge was hot, and the hot and dry Tanaan Jungle was snowing heavily...

The subsequent plot was the same as his impression of the plot of World of Warcraft. Gul'dan mixed into the Shadowmoon Clan, Ner'zhul called on the orcs to attack the Draenei, the tribe was established, the Draenei territory fell, and the demon blood was taken...

In this fantasy world, in the end, he did not change anything. In this fantasy, even Grommash lost himself in the power of demon blood and chose to ignore Nergal's persuasion.

Now it has been three years since he was discouraged and wandered in the wilderness. He did not accept Gul'dan's "gift" and did not become a warlock like other shamans. He still insisted on the shaman's way, although the elements had refused to respond to him.

"Well, this is a disastrous start." Nergo muttered, "This is basically the worst scenario I can think of."

"But, in a sense, have I become the strongest shaman in Draenor?" Nergo smiled self-deprecatingly. This was also a psychological comfort. Things were not that bad... No way.

Rubbing his stomach, his hunger drove him to leave here and find some food. At a time when the whole world was starving, even wild boars were corrupted by demonic power and became inedible.

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There was a lot of magic and ruthless work, and even the insects that could fill the stomach were dug up by the black hands.

Looking at it now, at least Hellfire Peninsula cannot be inhabited. Nergo spat on the ground. Even this poor place is not as clean as his spit. If he wants to survive, he still has to go to Nagrand.

In his impression, Nagrand seems to have preserved a large area of ​​grassland, and there should be some wild animals surviving there.

But this was not an easy task. Nergo did not have a warg or a wind element to assist him. He found a dead tree, broke off a section of it to use as a staff, and then picked up his bag and walked toward the west. go.

I don’t know how long he walked, and the time that passed may be measured in years. He survived by eating bugs and some harmless plants along the way. Sometimes he even swallowed wild boars contaminated by demonic blood. In short, , Nergo finally saw the grassland in front of him.

In this chaotic world, Nagrand is the only place that is still somewhat popular. Looking at the ruined scorched earth behind him, Nergo couldn't help but feel sad, but looking at his face, he smiled instead.

"Dear Draenor, the products are abundant but I can't eat? Draenor, the great place, is bustling with people but now it's hard to find a human being?"

He never expected that Draenor would become like this. How long has it been since he walked in the realm of Draenor for so long that living creatures that can even breathe are rare. Of course, if those demon-blood boars If you think about it, that's still a bit.

Nergo, who was already a little hungry and red-eyed at this time, had a ferocious expression on his face. He sat in front of the body of the Tapu sheep he had just killed while eating and cursing. After being hungry for so long, the depression and anger in his heart were in urgent need of relief. No one knew who he was cursing, except an orc.

"Shut up!"

A brown-skinned orc like him who was hiding in the dark jumped out, "You actually insulted my father!"

Nergo was stunned and looked at him. This orc looked familiar, maybe he had seen it before in the Warsong Clan or at the Kershhag Festival.

"Brown skin, Mag'har orcs, right?" Nergo stood up, took a few deep breaths and then cursed angrily: "Then you should know what the world has become now! You said I scolded you? Father? What I’m talking about is Blackhand, Kargath, and every orc chief. Damn, isn’t it because of them that Draenor is like this? All the orcs who drank demon blood for their ambitions should kowtow in front of me. Apologize!"

Nergo became more and more excited as he talked. He pointed at the half-eaten Tapu sheep and asked: "Do you know? Even when I was an orphan, I was not hungry for three days. How long have I been hungry now? I don't even know. I know! I haven’t seen such a pure beast since I came to Nagrand, and it turns out it’s still a cub!”

"Don't you think those idiots should be scolded for turning the rich Draenor into this? At first they said the draenei were the enemy, then they said the elements were the enemy, and now they say there are enemies in the other world as well. Oh, there's only one enemy. One is dead, how many orcs are alive?”

Nergo roared angrily: "In my opinion, they are the enemies of the orcs. The disease and disaster spreading all over the world are evidence of their crimes!"

"You said I scolded your father, come on, come on, tell me who your father is, and I'll scold him a few more times, just for the sake of your filial piety!"

The orc was speechless for a while and just lowered his head silently without saying a word. His appearance made Nergo feel bored. After a while, he said, "Here, eat something. Look how thin you are." Nergo took a piece of sheep. He threw his leg and then ignored him.

"Ah?" He was a little surprised and silently picked up the leg of lamb. After a while, he asked: "Why do you still give me food if you hate me so much?"

"Idiot." Nergo glanced at him, "Is it you that I hate? What I hate is the people who make me unable to eat and live in a house. They live freely in another world and ask me to be grateful. Man, those orcs have caused so much trouble to my family, but they are living a good life outside, and I can’t scold them for leaving them here to suffer?”

"As for you." Nergo smiled contemptuously, "You are a suffering person like me. Why should I hate you? You are the one who makes it difficult for me to live a good life? How can you do this?"

"Then you just scolded me..."

"I'm scolding you because you're stupid. Am I wrong? People have good food and drink. You can just suffer the pain if you want. Others can't control you. If I say a few words to him, it's like scolding your own father. This is urgent for you, do you think you should be scolded?"

"That was my father," he said to Nergo, blushing.

"Oh, then I'm really sorry." Nergo sneered and ignored him.

"Why don't you go home yet?" Nergo asked after eating and drinking, looking at the orc who was staying where he was, "Can you be addicted to being scolded?"

"Then why don't you reply?" he asked.

Nergo sneered: "Did you see the big cloth bag next to me? That's my home."

"Are you living in the wild?" he exclaimed.

Nergo snorted, "What else do you think? Little Chief."

"Are you an exile?" he asked cautiously. If he hadn't asked this question, it might have been interpreted as a provocation.

"I exiled them." Nergo said with a sneer: "I persuaded the chief, and I also tried hard to save this land, but what was the result?"

"How can you save this Draenor with only your ambition and flesh and blood?"

After merging the memories, Nergo sometimes wondered if everything he did failed, whether he would become a homeless orc just like what happened in this illusion.

He was a little speechless, but he wanted to know what happened to this orc. Isolated in Galadar, he had always known little about the outside world, "What's your name."

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"Nergo," he answered.

"What a coincidence, I have a friend also named..." At this point, his voice became smaller and smaller, "Are you the Nergo from the Warsong Orcs?"

"Blue eyes." He stared at Nergo carefully, "Yes, that's right."

"It's me." Nergo said angrily, "Then you should be Garrosh."

"Little bald head."

"I'm not bald, I have hair!" he retorted loudly: "Also, don't touch my head."

But Garrosh reacted again. He looked directly at Nergo and asked a series of questions: "What happened? Didn't you go to the New World? Aren't you a shaman?"

"Shaman? Does someone who can't use the power of elements deserve to be called a shaman?" Nergo smiled mockingly, "I thought I could change my destiny, but I didn't change anything. I refused to drink the blood of the devil. , I left the Warsong clan."

Nergo briefly told Garrosh his experience, but he was a little unbelievable, "Impossible, how could my... my father and my people..."

"Nothing is impossible." Nergo snorted, "The fact that I am here already explains the problem."

"No, I want to go back to the clan and ask my father." After Garrosh said this, he was given a bucket of cold water by Nelgo, "Okay, you go, go to Hellfire Peninsula, the Warsong Orcs are there, take a look. Can you make it?"

"By the way, you'd better bring more food, because I just came back from there, and even the bugs were caught and eaten in that place."

"Come back from there?" Garrosh asked him: "Then are you here because of what news my father brought me?"

"Thinking too much." Nergo gently pushed away the approaching Garrosh, "I came because that place has become a hell and it is unbearable for people to live. I came to Nagrand just to find a way to survive. "

Garrosh looked disappointed. The blow of reality made him feel a little depressed. There was nothing he could do about it. His people had become monsters. According to Nergo, they even regarded killing each other as an honor. This was unprecedented in the history of the orcs. There had never, never been a war between two clans.

"Nergo, I know you are a shaman. You have something to do, right?"

"Yes, I do." Nergo had a weird smile on his face, "Since they don't want me to live, then I don't want them to live either."

"What are you going to do?" Garrosh was afraid of the current Nergo for some reason.

"The tribe has been established for 11 years, and the orcs have suffered for 11 years." Nergo felt the anger and fire in this body for 11 years. He wanted to release him, and he wanted Gul'dan and those who didn't want them to live. People look at it and say, "Can abandoned people like me use my fists to punch out the demon blood in their bodies! Only if they die can Draenor have any hope of getting better."

The fifth year after the Dark Portal opened.

Suddenly there was a rumor in Nagrand: an orc dressed in cloth was holding a wooden staff and he and his followers were going around treating the orcs and persuading them to return to their shamanistic faith.

For this self-proclaimed shaman, unlike the disdain and disdain in other areas, the people of Nagrand have been more or less favored by him, although his medical skills and herbal medicine may sometimes not save the people, although his blessings and blessings are actually It was of no use, but everyone still respected him.

After all, compared to those aloof guys and the warlocks who are far away from the clan and can only go crazy, this shaman is at least trying to deceive them to make them feel that there is hope for everything. At least he really wants them to get better.

Even if he wants to win them over and sacrifice their lives, it's much better than the tribal chiefs who don't regard them as human beings, isn't it?

Another year passed, 6 years after the Dark Portal opened. The once arrogant Black Hand was already dead. The newly appointed warchief was his former adjutant. The enemies of the tribe were also faced from the first war. The Kingdom of Stormwind became an alliance between the human kingdoms, the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, and the dwarf kingdom.

Warchief Orgrim was betrayed by Gul'dan on the eve of victory. He led a large number of soldiers to the Tomb of Sargeras, causing the tribe's army to suffer a huge defeat. Of course, this was not a good thing for the ordinary orcs in Draenor. They didn't know. They only knew that the warchief in another world sent a herald to Draenor to recruit troops. He wanted to mobilize reinforcements from various clans to go to Azeroth.

Orgrim got his wish, until in Nagrand.

The expected soldiers did not exist, and the messenger sent out for more than two years instead handed him a letter. The Mag'har orcs wrote in the letter: "If you think we are compatriots, then you should take a look at Germany. What kind of hell are the compatriots of Llano living in now? If you think that we are not compatriots, then there is no need for us to follow your orders and participate in the war. You will remember us when we bleed, but where are we when we enjoy wealth. ?”