MTL - War Hymn of Warcraft [WOW]-Chapter 31 One Egg Rescue Project

"Skull of Gul'dan? That thing that was once used by the orcs to defile Felwood?" Tyrande was clearly displeased when he heard the conversation between the two. Although Malfurion was chosen between the two childhood sweethearts, Illidan is still like a relative to Tyrande. Especially after contacting the garrison at Honor Hold and finding out that he had completely surrendered to the devil, Tyrande felt even more heartbroken, "Why do you want to mention the thing that turned Illidan into a devil? Is Illidan's Isn't the end bad enough?"

The other people on Azeroth's side also looked at Zhan Zhixing blankly, not knowing what he was talking about. Garrosh also had the same expressionless face. Zhan Zhixing was always concerned about the use of that orc traitor Gul'dan. His skull was dry and he had no meat to eat...

"Cough, it's like this. Altruis is Illidan's apprentice. He once touched the head of Gul'dan. It is said that the energy fluctuations of this thing are the same."

Zhan Zhixing was still counting on Garrosh to have a good contact with several alliance leaders, but when he turned his head, he saw Garrosh's face full of "Can I eat it?" Didn't he not understand his words a while ago? Facial expression? The system is simply too kind to solve the problem of orcs so quickly.

Tyrande's originally angry expression turned into joy when he heard this sentence, and he couldn't help blurting out: "So, Illidan may be controlled by the head of Gul'dan?"

"If it is really the same energy fluctuation, it is indeed possible." Velen also frowned and stroked his white beard, affirming Zhan Zhixing's guess. "I have also seen this kind of profession that uses the power of demons to deal with demons in other worlds. They generally have strong beliefs. However, no matter how eager a demon hunter is for power, it is impossible to fall into the arms of demons. Before I Still wondering, how could Illidan hook up with demons as a demon hunter, if he was bewitched by Gul'dan's head, then all this would make sense..."

"Unexpectedly, when he needed his people the most, we were not by his side..." Tyrande always thought that Illidan became the lackey of the devil because of his pursuit of power, but he didn't expect that there were some hidden secrets in it.

Ten thousand years of imprisonment, Felwood's expulsion, his rejection... Thinking of how he and Malfurion treated Illidan back then, Tyrande felt guilty and couldn't help muttering to himself.

No matter what I do, no matter what I become, I will always care about you. Recalling Illidan's words, Tyrande felt even more that he and the night elves had abandoned Illidan, and he blurted out the request in an instant: "If you can, Zhan Zhixing, please help Illidan to get rid of the temptation of the devil..."

Zhan Zhixing spread his hands helplessly, expressing his helplessness: "If possible, I would also like to. But even this thing that is several times weaker than the Skull of Gul'dan can seduce me, who knows that I will rush to The Dark Temple, in the end, is it adding a minion to the devil?"

"If you use the holy light, it should be fine." Velen suddenly reminded, "You probably didn't use the holy light when you were tempted before, the hero-level holy light has an indelible lethality against such evil things. .As long as you hit it with the full power of the holy light, I think Gul'dan's head will also be shattered."

Velen's words rekindled Tyrande's hopeful eyes, Zhan Zhixing scratched his head helplessly, and gritted his teeth, he agreed to Tyrande's request: "Okay, I will rush to the Dark Temple to see The situation, if it really doesn’t work, we’ll wait until the expeditionary coalition forces arrive.”

"On behalf of myself, Illidan and Malfurion, I thank you for your dedication, Zhan Zhixing." Tyrande bowed deeply to Zhan Zhixing full of gratitude, then got up and continued, "Whether you succeed Whether or not, we night elves will remember your help. You and your comrades will have the friendship of the night elves, and Mount Hyjal and Darnassus will always be open to you."

"I can't bear this, I can only say, I will try my best." Zhan Zhixing waved his hand quickly, avoiding Tyrande's big gift. You know, Grandma Tyrande is tens of thousands of years old, if she salutes her, she will have to shorten her life several times if she can bear it.

Varian and Jaina looked at each other, and the latter still expressed concern helplessly: "If it really doesn't work, wait until the coalition forces drive over, we have a lot of heroes here in Azeroth, at worst, we will directly bloodbath the Dark Temple, yours Safety is still the most important thing.”

"Do you think I'm an unreasonable person? Well, I won't disturb your meeting. We're discussing how to do it ourselves." Zhan Zhixing smiled and nodded confidently. With so many people, Jaina couldn't say anything. Seeing that Zhan Zhixing had nothing else to do, she changed hands and hung up the communication.

However, as soon as he turned around, Zhan Zhixing changed into a mournful face, and said to Garrosh, "I wanted to rest for a few days, but I didn't expect to have work again so soon."

While speaking, Zhan Zhixing applied the holy light on his hand a little, and the cross turned into powder in an instant as Velen said.

"It's okay, let's go back to Mag'har and take a rest. If the tribe is not busy recently, I will go with you then." Compared to Zhan Zhixing's frustration, Garrosh had other plans in mind. Might as well be an opportunity. But it's not the time yet, I can discuss it with Grandma Gaia'an when I return to Mag'har later. It's better not to talk about Zhan Zhixing, and wait until the matter is really confirmed before making plans, Garrosh secretly thought.

Although Altruis was eager to save his mentor, he also knew that this matter had to be planned in the long run. If he went to the Dark Temple blindly like this, he might just be torn to pieces by the angry Illidan, so he had no choice but to agree with Garrosh and Zhan Zhixing's route and fly back to Mag'har together.

It's Ye, the home of Garrosh and Zhan Zhixing.

Orcs usually have no ceremony when they get together. After accepting the blessings of the elders and shamans, the two orcs are officially married. Of course, as a tribal chief like Garrosh, under normal circumstances, a grand ceremony should be held. But because they are too busy recently, both Zhan Zhixing and Garrosh are going to talk about it after the Dark Portal is opened. However, even so, from the day Gaiyaan's grandmother blessed them, this place has become their common home.

Originally, according to Garrosh's thinking, he didn't need to use a big house before, but after being with Zhan Zhixing, he still wanted to expand the house. But Zhan Zhixing stopped him. If you want to talk about a big house, Zhan Zhixing's mansion in Stormwind City can be regarded as a model, and sometimes a small house is much warmer than a big one.

No, just like the day Zhan Zhixing first arrived in Galadar, the room was illuminated by a raging bonfire. Garrosh and Zhan Zhixing were back to back, chatting about their previous lives.

Zhan Zhixing's life in the past year since time travel can be written as an independent novel. He enthusiastically shared his stories with Garrosh over the past year: the life and death of escaping the arena with Lagash, racking his brains to find clues to the black dragon with Jaina, the passion of fighting in the black dragon's lair, and rescuing Tyrann Fur Ding Shi's difficulties and obstacles, learning the profoundness of the Holy Light from Tirion Fordring...

Garrosh just listened quietly, smiling now and then. Since he took over the military affairs of the Mag'har Self-Defense Army and became the de facto chief of Mag'har, it has been a long time since he has been so relaxed as he is today. There is no heavy training, no tedious military affairs, no running out of food and grass, no refugees being attacked... Garrosh sighed slightly, as if from the moment Grom Hellscream's expedition to Azeroth, I no longer have a childhood.

Although the voice was very quiet, Zhan Zhixing heard Garrosh's sigh, and turned around in confusion. Zhan Zhixing was suddenly full of curiosity about Garrosh's previous stories:

"Gal, what about you? What was it like when you were a kid..."

"Nothing special, just like most of the juvenile orcs in the tribe, heavy training, all preparations for the war." Garrosh took a deep breath and fell into contemplation of the past.

"As you know, under the leadership of my father, Gul'dan, and Ner'zhul, we orcs used to think that we should plunder everything and dominate everything. Until the failure of two wars, until we fell into the slavery of demons. "

"The skin of our orcs was originally this kind of brown—some dark brown, some lighter reddish brown. But the blood of the devil made our blood boil, and the skin became blood red, just like the blood that is still under the hands of the devil. The evil beasts are like that. And when the blood of the devil fades away, our skin will turn green due to the pollution of the fel energy."

"I should have drank the blood of the devil in the first place—just like my father. In order to make me strong enough to withstand the outbreak of the blood of the devil, my father even asked the warlock to draw ten years of life from me. But the sudden The plague happened to hit me, so my father had no choice but to hand me over to Grandma Gaiaan, and asked her to take care of these orcs infected by the plague."

"But it didn't take long before Gul'dan's conspiracy was revealed. The father who was the first to drink the blood of the devil instantly changed from an orc hero to a sinner. Even I, who was in Outland, were all looked at with disdain. .That period of time is really not a good memory. In order to escape from my father's shadow, I had to train hard every day and let physical exhaustion and torture divert my attention."

Hearing this, Zhan Zhixing gently hugged Garrosh from behind, comforting and encouraging him: "If you don't want to say it, then don't say it, everything is over now, isn't it? Your father has become the hero of the orcs again , and you have become Warchief of the Mag'har."

Feeling the scorching body temperature behind him, Garrosh's original sadness caused by the meeting disappeared in an instant. A warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Garrosh put his palm on Zhan Zhixing's arm, "It's nothing now, and if there is no special training during that time, maybe there will be no hero now." me."

"Later, the orcs on the expedition completely cut off contact with Mag'har. Grandma Gaiyaan led us, the old, weak, sick and disabled, to struggle in the crisis-ridden Mag'har. At that time, the orcs were in Mag'har. Gehan can be said to be the target of public criticism, provoked unjust wars, and wantonly slaughtered the original Maghar races, and we didn't even dare to let other races know of our existence."

"Do you know that Gaia'an's grandmother was originally a powerful hero-level shaman. Under her prayer, no matter how barren the land will produce abundant plants. Because of this, she settled in Mag'har Afterwards, she continued to help us sow seeds, coupled with hard work day and night, and even hurt the root, making her often sick."

"What about you at that time? I'm curious, with your personality at that time, why did you become the commander of the Mag'har Self-Defense Forces." Before Garrosh learned that Grom killed Mannoroth, his body was full of Fear of the future and low self-esteem, Zhan Zhixing wondered how he could accept the position of the Self-Defense Forces.

Thinking of himself back then, Garrosh couldn't help laughing: "Oh, I was young back then, do you think I wanted to be the leader of the Self-Defense Forces? After Granny Gaiaan got seriously ill for the first time, she I met with me, Dranosh and Yolin alone, and pretended to be very serious and said to us: "You descendants of orc sinners, you should use your contributions to the tribe to make up for the serious consequences caused by your parents. Your every move I will be watching, and if you have any inclinations, I will dismiss you.'. Only then did the three of us claim our positions and grow up under the hands of Grandma Gaiyaan."

"I was appointed as the leader of the Mag'har Self-Defense Army. Of course, what Grandma Gaia'an asked me to do was no different from the chief's work; Jorin was in charge of the construction of the village, and his mage's brains turned faster than anyone else. ;Dranosh was in charge of doing business. In the early stage, he even pretended to be an ogre and traded with other races in order not to attract attention. Until later, Jorin and I were both promoted to the hero rank. Mostly heroes and pseudo-hero-level shamans, Mag'har has completely appeared in the eyes of everyone."

After talking about the history of Mag'har, Garrosh turned around with a smile, and held Zhan Zhixing in his arms.

"Now, Grandma Gaiaan entrusts you with the task of monitoring me. I know that I have inherited my father's pride and belligerence in my character. If one day, I will fall into the same trap as Gul'dan or Illidan. In madness..."

Zhan Zhixing suddenly covered his mouth with his hand when he said this, and took his words:

"If there is such a day, I will wake you up with my own hands, and then [beep-] you can't come down [beep-]. Of course, if I also fall into darkness one day, I hope that the person who will kill me with his own hands , it will be you..."

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