Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

[ps: This chapter is fanwai, and has nothing to do with the main text, please don't bring the characters in this chapter into the main text]

Delano, Hellfire Peninsula.

It was a beautiful and wild wilderness land, orcs, ogres, crows, delaney... A place where all kinds of races live, but now, because of the evil spells taught to him and his lackeys by Guldan's demon master, the whole world is on the verge of collapse.

Look at the crazy tribes, the devastated land, "water, food, killing." And the power will be given to those who are willing to guide it all. Guldan's voice was full of seduction, and the entire orc tribe was filled with greed and hope.

At this time, in the orc gathering place, the burning of a small bonfire made this place look out of place in the whole dark night, and several orcs watched the fight between two orc warriors around the campfire.

This is the order of the Black Hand, or Guldan, who has the Black Hand issue a proclamation to all the tribes, gather their best warriors, and openly engage in one-on-one or squad gladiatorial battles.

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

You must know that in today's Draenor, almost all the creatures that can be eaten have been eaten by the fierce orcs, not to mention the beasts that were everywhere before, and now even the big bugs that come out of the soil have to worry about whether they will be boiled meat by the orcs.

But this War Song Clan has little to do with it, because the Warsong Clan's warlike tradition has caused them to completely fall into madness after drinking the blood of demons, and have even reached the realm of indistinguishable enemies and friends.

Therefore, the Great Chief Black Hand ordered the clans of War Song, Bone Eater, Mocker, Broken Hand and Thor to be expelled from the tribe's main city, the Hellfire Fortress, and let these warlike orcs settle in remote areas of the Hellfire Peninsula, leaving them to kill each other and fend for themselves.

Whether you kill Delaney (if they still exist) or other "warlike orcs", as long as you don't eat the food of the tribe and don't kill these obedient orcs, I don't care if you are dead or alive.

But living like this is obviously not possible.

The Great Chief's black hand aggressively pressed Guldan: You are a cub, the magic power of the demon lord is boundless, and what about all things? TMD Delano became this bird, tell me what to do!

In the face of the angry Great Chief, what can he Guldan say, saying that he was also deceived, and the demon ran away to give him an immortal jump?

No way, can cheat a day is a day, first fool the past.

Just as the tribe is about to be destroyed along with the shattered Delano, the demon responds to Guldan, who excitedly declares to the Black Hand that he has discovered a new world that will ensure that the entire clan is fed and clothed and satisfies their desire to kill. But to get there, you must first build a huge portal.

Until the Dark Gate opens and the first great war is about to break out, the Black Hand leads the warriors of the Tribe through the Dark Gate, and they want to obtain a new land for the Horde, a land that will not be destroyed like Draenor.

Now it is the third year after the opening of the Dark Gate, and the Great Chief Black Hand is engaged in a fierce battle with the humans of the Stormwind Kingdom in Red Ridge Mountain.

..................

Nairgo opened his eyes and looked at the unfamiliar surroundings, he touched his face, "It doesn't look right."

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

This environment seems to be a little wrong, according to common sense, he should enter the illusion realm in the state of the soul body as a passerby, but now it is difficult to become an illusion problem?

Realizing that he might be in trouble, Nairgo immediately sat in place and accepted the memory.

Well, this is a bit of a big trouble, and Nelgo finally knows why he is here alone.

In memory, as in the original plot, Nelgo was a warsong orc who served under Gromash and everything was as it happened to him in reality.

So when did that change?

At the Elemental Throne, Nairgo did not meet Sylvanas, his carelessness made him drunk on the festival of Kshhaag, and by the time he reacted that Guldan would attack the Elemental Throne, it was already too late.

The wrath of the attacked elementals rightfully fell into a rage, and they made the seasons and weather in the world of Draenor chaotic, the icy frost and fire ridge heat waves, and the hot and dry Tanian jungle snowy...

Later, the plot was the same as the plot of World of Warcraft in his impression, Guldan mixed into the Shadow Moon Clan, Neozu called on the orcs to attack Delaney, the tribe was established, Delaney's territory fell, and the blood of demons was submitted

...

In this fantasy world, in the end, nothing has changed, and in this fantasy realm, even Gromash chose to ignore Nairgo's persuasion because he lost himself in the face of the power of demonic blood.

Now that he has been disheartened and exiled in the wilderness for the third year, he has not accepted Guldan's "gift" or become a warlock like other shamans, and he still adheres to the shamanic way, even though the elements have refused to respond to him.

"Well, it's the beginning of a heavenly collapse." Nelgo muttered, "I can think of the worst plot is basically here."

"But, in a sense, have I become the strongest shaman in Draenor?" Nairgo smiled self-deprecatingly, this is also a psychological comfort, things are not so bad... It's weird.

Rubbing his stomach, his hunger drove him to leave here in search of some food, and at a time when the whole world was starving, even wild boars were corrupted by demonic forces into something they couldn't eat.

What is more magical and ruthless is that even the insects that can pad the stomach are ordered to gouge by the black hand.

Now, at least the Hellfire Peninsula is uninhabitable, Nelgo took a bite on the ground, even this broken place is not as clean as his spit, if you want to survive, you still have to go to Nagran.

In his impression, Nagran still seems to have preserved a large area of grassland, and some wild beasts should survive.

But it was not a simple matter, Nairgo did not have a wolf and no wind element, he found a dead tree, broke a wooden staff on it, and carried his bag and headed west.

I don't know how long he walked, the past time may be measured in years, he survived by eating bugs and some harmless plants along the way, sometimes even wild boars contaminated with demon blood were swallowed by him, in short, Nelgo finally saw the grassland ahead.

In this chaotic world, Nagran is the only place that is still popular, and Nelgo looks at the ruined scorched earth behind him, and his heart can't help but feel sad, but he smiled when he saw his face.

"Grand, Drano, rich in wealth but I can't eat? Draenor, bustling but now hard to find? "

He never expected that Draenor could become like this, how long has it been, walking in Draenor's realm for so long even a living thing that can breathe is a rarity, of course, if those demon blood boars are counted, it can still be a little."

At this time, Nairgo, who was already a little hungry and red-eyed, had a fierce expression, he sat in front of the corpse of the Tabu sheep that had just been killed and scolded while eating, after being hungry for so long, the depression and anger in his heart urgently needed to be eased, and no one knew who he was scolding, except for an orc.

"Shut up!"

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

Nairgo was stunned, looking at him, this orc was a little familiar, maybe he had seen it in the Warsong Clan or the Kshhag Festival.

"Brown-skinned, Maghan orcs, huh?" Nairgo stood up, took a few deep breaths, and then cursed angrily: "Then you should know what the world has become now!" You say I scolded your father? I scolded the black hand, the Kargas, the chief of every orc, TMD Delano became like this because of them? All orcs who have drunk the blood of demons for ambition should kowtow in front of me to apologize!

The more Nelgo spoke, the more excited he became, and he pointed to the half-eaten Tabu sheep and asked, "You know what? I wasn't hungry for three days even when I was an orphan as a child, so how long have I been hungry now? I don't even know! It was only when I came to Nagran that I began to see such a pure beast, and it turned out to be a cub!

"Shouldn't those fools scold the rich Delano for turning them into this?" At first they said that Delaney was an enemy, then they said that the elements were enemies, and now they say that there are enemies on the other side of the other world, heh, the enemies died one by one, and how many orcs lived?

Nairgo roared, "It seems to me that they are the enemies of the orcs, and this is evidence of their crimes!"

"You say I scold your father, come and come, you tell me who your father is, I scold him a few more words, just for your stunned and filial sake!"

The orc was speechless for a while, just silently bowed his head and didn't say a word, his appearance made Nelgo feel bored, and after a while, "Give, eat, look at your thin look." Nairgo threw him a leg of lamb and ignored him.

"Huh?" He was a little surprised, silently picked up the leg of lamb, and only after a long time asked: "Why do you hate me so much, why do you still give me food?" "

Idiot." Nairgo glanced at him, "What do I hate about you? What I hate is that I can't eat enough, I can't live in the house, they are at ease in the other world, and let me also be grateful to the gang of Dade, the gang of orcs have destroyed their own house, and as a result, they themselves live a good life outside, and I can't scold me for suffering here?

"As for you." Nairgo smiled contemptuously, "You are a suffering person like me, what do I hate you for?" You made it impossible for me to live a good life? How can you do this.

"Then you just scolded me..." "

Scolding you because you're stupid, did I say something wrong?" People eat and drink well, you put this to suffer, you are willing to forget it, others can't control you, I TM said that he two sentences are the same as scolding your own father, this gives you a hurry, you say you should not be scolded?

"That would have been my father." He said to Nairgo with a red face.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." Nairgo sneered and ignored him.

"Why haven't you come home yet." Nairgo ate and drank, looked at the orc who stayed in place, and asked: "Can you be addicted by being scolded?"

"Then why don't you go back." He asked rhetorically.

Nairgo sneered, "Looking at the big cloth bag next to me?" That's my home.

"Are you wandering in the wild?" He exclaimed.

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

"Are you an outcast?" He asked somewhat cautiously, if not then asking himself would probably be interpreted as a provocation.

"I banished them." Nairgo sneered and said, "I advised the chief, and I also tried to save this land, but what happened?"

"How can you save this Delano with only one heart and one flesh and blood?"

After fusing the memories, Nairgo sometimes wondered if everything he did didn't work out, would he also become a homeless orc just like what happened in this vision.

He was a little speechless, but he wanted to know what had happened to this orc, who had never known much about the outside world in the isolation of Galladar, "What's your name." "

Nairgo." He replied.

"Such a coincidence, I have a friend who is also called..." Speaking of this, his voice became smaller and smaller, "Are you the Nairgo of the War Song Orcs?" "

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

"It's me." Nairgo said angrily, "Then you should be Garrush." "

Little bald head."

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

But Garrush reacted again, looking directly at Nelgo and asking a series of questions: "What happened?" Didn't you go to the New World? Aren't you a shaman?

"Shaman? Isn't it worthy of being called a shaman if you can't use the power of the elements? Nairgo smiled self-deprecatingly, "I thought I could change my destiny, but I didn't change anything, I refused to drink the blood of the devil, and I left the Warsong Clan."

Nairgo briefly told Garrush about his experience, but it made him a little incredulous, "Impossible, my... How could my father and his clansmen be..." "

Nothing impossible." Nairgo snorted coldly, "I'll be here, and that's telling."

"No, I'm going back to the clan to ask my father." After Garrush finished speaking, he was met with a basin of cold water from Nairgo, "Okay, you go, go to the Hellfire Peninsula, the warsong orcs are there, see if you can get by."

"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."

"Back from there?" Garrush asked him, "Then you came because my father brought me any news?" "

Thinking too much." Nairgo gently pushed away the approaching Garrush, "I came because that place has become hell and people can't live, and I came to Nagran just to find a way to live." Garrush

looked lost, the blow of reality made him a little depressed, there was no way, his own people became monsters, in Nairgo they even took cannibalism as glory, which had never been in the history of orcs, never had there been a war between two clans.

"Nairgo, I know you're a shaman, you have a way, right?"

"yes, I have." Nairgo had a weird smile on his face, "Since they don't want me to live, then I don't want them to live."

"What are you going to do?" Garrush was somehow a little afraid of the current Nairgo.

"The tribe was founded for 11 years, and the orcs suffered for 11 years." Nairgo felt the anger and flames of 11 years in this body, he wanted to release him, he wanted to show Guldan and those who did not want them to live, "Can an outcast like me use the fist in his hand to punch out the demon blood in their body!" Only when they die can Delano have hope of getting better. "

Five years after the Gates of Darkness opened.

In Nagran, there is a rumor that a cloth-clad orc with a wooden staff and his followers are going around healing the orcs and persuading them to return to shamanic faith.

Unlike the contempt and disdain of other regions, the people of Nagran have received more or less his favor, although his medical skills and herbs may not sometimes save the people, and although his blessings and blessings are practically useless, everyone still respects him.

After all, compared to the high-ranking guys and the warlocks who are far away from the clan, this shaman is at least trying to deceive them and make them feel that everything is still hopeful, at least he really wants them to be better.

Even if he wants to win them over, it's much better than the tribal chiefs who don't treat them as people, isn't it?

Another year later, 6 years after the opening of the Dark Gate, the once mighty black hand has long died, the new Great Chief is his former aide-de-camp, and the Horde's enemies have changed from the Storm Kingdom in the First War to the Alliance of the Human Kingdom, the Kingdom of Quirsalas and the Kingdom of the Dwarves.

The Great Chief Ogrim was betrayed by Guldan on the eve of the victory, and he went to the tomb of Sagras with a large number of soldiers, causing the horde's army to be defeated, of course, these were unknown to the ordinary orcs of Draenor, they only knew that the Great Chief in the Far Otherworld sent a herald to Draenor to recruit troops, and he wanted to mobilize reinforcements from various clans to Azeroth.

Ogrim got his wish until he was in Nagran.

The envisioned soldier did not exist, and the messenger, who had been sent out for more than two years, instead handed him a letter in which the Maghan orcs wrote: "If you think we are compatriots, then you should see what hell your compatriots of Delano are living in now, and if you think that we are not compatriots, then there is no need for us to obey your orders to go to war." Think of us when we shed blood, where are we when we enjoy wealth? "