Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

This is Nagran, a great plain covered with yellow and green meadows, a land that is lush and vibrant, and it is no overstatement to describe it as picturesque, and such fertile soil brings prosperity to all kinds of creatures.

Whether it's thunder elephants, tabu sheep or wind pengs, wolves and tiger people, they have thrived here for centuries.

Gromashil.

The city named after Chief Gromash in Nagran is the stronghold of the Hell's Roaring family to rule the entire Warsong clan, and after the morning sun dispels the gray mist, the orc nomadic city reveals a different kind of beauty.

On the training ground of the clan, a tall, strong, blind orc was shouting something.

"Go on, kid, like a true orc warrior, wave up your weapon!" Not

far in front of him, a slightly green brown-skinned orc was already sweating, he was not a warrior, he was just a toddler, but in the orc clan even a toddler needed some combat training, he just happened to have a stern adoptive father.

While swinging the large axe, which was not light, Nelgo felt the sweat dripping down his forehead, and he kept repeating this action, in the words of his adoptive father, it was better to sweat than to bleed.

It's strange, even though they are two worlds, his adoptive father's words remind him of a sentence from his previous life.

Of course, since it comes to the past life, the identity of this orc is also about to come out.

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

In this per capita system, check-ins, templates, diaries and a series of traverser templates he is simply Renaissance.

As for the crossing experience, there are not so many bizarre, neither mud trucks, nor lightning splits, that is, the blink of an eye, so sloppy to wear.

He didn't even know why he crossed over, and such a simple way made him sound outrageous, more outrageous than fighting with punks and becoming a super soldier.

And although it has been a long time since he crossed, Nairgo still complained: "The time that crossed is still Delano before the door of darkness opened, and it really touched the heavens and the earth in that version." "

It's not touching the heavens and the earth, don't say Draenor, in his previous life, even the Burning Legion was packed and sent away, and at this time, he suddenly crossed to the timeline of Warcraft to face the threat of the Burning Legion, which is amazing.

"Okay, stop!" said his adoptive father, who got up with a smile and went to Nairgo, "Rest for a while."

Nelgo immediately put the axe aside and found a fairly clean place to sit down.

"Worthy of blue eyes. His adoptive father sighed, and the only remaining one-eyed eye was full of complexity.

His eyes are fascinating, sky blue eyes are quite rare among orcs, and are considered to be the eye color that only orcs who do great things can have.

For example, Sal in the future.

"Father, can you tell me more about you and the ogre?" asked Nairgo.

His adoptive father is called Ruzo, an orc warrior, but only a warrior, he, like other orcs, was born relatively healthy, grew up a little and received his father's training, and participated in the Kshhag Festival twice a year, ordinary in appearance, average martial arts, neither did any earth-shattering deeds, nor did he have any memorable merits.

He was an ordinary orc, an orc thrown into the crowd and no one cared about him, his back was a little curved, which showed that he was no longer young, and he often chanted ogres in his mouth, which was the only thing he could tell in the last big war.

Nairgo loved to ask him about his performance in that great battle, and Ruzo was happy to tell him about his heroic deeds, he loved telling the story to others, but no one wanted to hear an old one-eyed man boast about himself, they worshiped heroes more, like Gromash in that great battle, killing the ogre king alone and bringing his head back to the clan.

This legendary heroic story is much better than a one-eyed man who says he did his best in war to kill an ogre.

Ruzo smiled slowly, with a hint of pride and bitterness on his face, proud that he had killed an ogre several times older than himself in that battle, and although he had lost an eyeball, it also represented his honor.

And bitterness? His wife died, and many people lost their lovers in that great battle, and he was no exception, after all, even the chief's wife died there, didn't he?

Ruzo told the story again, and Gromash led them across the steppe, invincible, until the Hanging Mallet Fort began to counterattack, one ambush, two ambushes, two successive defeats that 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.

By a stream he picked up a baby with sky-blue eyes, which he loved, and he adopted him in the hope that he could do what he couldn't.

He can't do it, but Nairgo is different, he has blue eyes, he has this talent.

Ruzo is very strict, and in normal times he always finds free time to train Nairgo, how to hunt, how to rob ogres most efficiently, and so on.

Or tell him how to survive the battlefield and make sure you don't die in unknown spells.

Ruzo's story is short, his story is only told for about ten minutes, which is the result of so many years of adding and modifying new plots related to Nairgo.

His story is also long, and when he was about to become an adult, Ruzo once again went to war, although he never returned and Nelgo never heard the ending of his story again.

Sitting on the hill near Gromashl looking at the steppe outside the city gates, Nairgo seemed to return to that early morning, the morning when he pestered his father to tell stories.

"You are a hero. Nairgo whispered to himself, he already knew how his father died, and in the description of his companions, Ruzo killed an ogre before he died, which impressed the other orcs.

Nairgo had sadness, but also pride, and over the years he had been no different from other orcs, as well as death.

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

Suddenly, Nairgo heard footsteps behind him.

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

"Hello, my name is Tazag. Perhaps he didn't expect that there was an orc here, Tazag was a little stunned, and he said his name a little nervously.

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