Draenor was indeed dying quickly, and Galen's experiences along the way were reminding him of this fact.
In addition to the fel corruption, the orcs' madness further damaged the world. In order to build Hellfire Citadel, they almost completely cut down the trees in the entire Tanaan Jungle, except for marginal areas like Farahlon.
Galen himself didn't dare to do this. Before the appearance of the wisps, he was already planning afforestation and implementing a sustainable green path.
The trees of Azeroth are like Azeroth's hair. If he cut them all off, it is estimated that Azeroth would get angry, and the incomparably powerful night elf race would receive an indication from Elune or Azeroth, and the entire race would attack and destroy Galen.
If there was no strong intervention from external forces, even if the world of Draenor was not blown up by Ner'zhul, this world would lose all vitality in at most a hundred years and become a dead star lying with fel lava, just like those planets occupied by demons, such as Mardum and Argus.
Galen and the others traveled westward from the territory of the Blacktooth Grin, traveling day and night, and finally crossed the defenses of the Shattered Hand clan and the Bleeding Hollow clan orcs and entered Talador.
Galen left Garr and Geddon in Farahlon. The Tigeron lacked high-end combat power, and this newly acquired force could not be wiped out by the orcs.
At the same time, Galen hoped that Garr and Geddon could reshape the order of the elements and use the power of the elements to expel the power of the fel, so that Draenor could recover better.
Simply put, Draenor was poisoned by fel. Galen needed to detoxify it first, and then heal it.
Currently, Galen only had Garr, Geddon, Lorthal, and Isendra as lesser elemental lords. They were spirits of earth and fire. It was impossible to gather earth, water, wind, and fire in Draenor. Galen had already sent a message, asking Gandalf to lead Medivh and Aegwynn to find a way to get him two water elemental lords and wind elemental lords.
Last night, Galen had Nala lead her tribe to attack a Bleeding Hollow orc camp in order to test the combat effectiveness of the Saberon squad. The result was not bad. They were natural hunters, and in the jungle they could even kill many orc warriors.
"We have entered Talador, Holy Lord." Nala said softly in a strange tone. This was the third day she had been learning Azeroth Common.
At this time, the sky darkened, and ten high-ranking knights began to set up tents and establish a simple camp by a lake. They had been running around in Tanaan Jungle for several days without rest.
"Tonight we will take a good rest, and tomorrow morning your envoys will set off separately."
There were Tigeron in Gorgrond and Spires of Arak. The team would part ways here according to plan, one heading north and one heading south, while Nala would continue to follow Galen to Nagrand.
"As you wish, Holy Lord!"
Galen was immune, Holy Lord was fine.
At the center of the camp were two large tents, one belonging to Galen and the other to Alleria.
The tiger-men were accustomed to living in caves, and if there were no caves available, they could make do with the base of a large tree as their bed and the sky as their blanket. Therefore, they declined Galen's offer of tents. However, Nala was in a more awkward position. As the only female warrior in the tiger-man squad, she actually wanted a tent.
Although the environment in Talador was somewhat better than in Tanaan Jungle, Galen didn't find many prey animals. He simply took some food from his backpack and dealt with it quickly. Then, he arranged for the knights to stand guard for the night, and Galen and the others returned to their tents to rest.
Inside his tent, Galen summoned a water elemental. The tall water elemental filled the entire tent.
Galen began to remove his armor. After stripping naked, he plunged into the water elemental's body. He soaked inside this six-meter-tall, two-meter-wide water elemental, enjoying himself while casting an underwater breathing spell on himself.
Perfect!
Since entering the Blasted Lands, Galen hadn't had a good wash. His close combat with the Black Dragon King had left him seriously injured. After healing his wounds with various healing spells, the dried blood on his underwear made him extremely uncomfortable. Today, he finally had the chance to enjoy himself.
Outside the camp, hundreds of green eyes stared at the center of the camp, where a pile of remaining bonfire embers lay. Beside the bonfire were a dozen large animal leg bones, the remnants of Galen and the others' dinner.
These were natural hunters, their sharp eyes, black fur, developed muscles, and sharp claws all indicating their deadly danger.
Sha! Sha! Sha!
Their paw pads stepped on the ground, making a slight sound, and then they pounced on the camp together!
Nala had trouble sleeping tonight. She was still thinking about finding an opportunity to get one of those beautiful tents later. Suddenly, her expression changed, and her delicate little ears perked up!
"Enemy attack!"
This familiar feeling reminded Nala of leading a team to besiege prey. She issued a warning without hesitation.
Alleria was napping in her tent. She had originally wanted to wash up, but seeing the semi-polluted water of the lake, she gave up the idea of taking a bath and returned directly to her tent. She didn't expect that before the first half of the night was over, enemies would launch a night attack?
Were the creatures of Draenor so unexpected? Launching a surprise attack in the first half of the night?
Alleria took out Thas'dorah and rushed out of the tent.
The bonfire light was dim, but fortunately, the High Elf Ranger-Lord had excellent eyesight and saw a group of enemies wearing black hoods invading their camp.
The camp was not chaotic. Ten high-ranking knights guarded the surroundings, not letting a single enemy in. The enemy's target seemed to be the tents of their group, and the Blacktooth tiger-man squad was holding back this group of enemies from the side.
Where was Galen?
Why hadn't he appeared yet?
Was he in danger?
Alleria's heart grew anxious, and concern clouded her judgment. She quickly turned around and ran towards Galen's tent.
At this time, Galen was still leisurely soaking in the tent, while the water elemental stared with a pair of copper bell-like eyes, looking utterly hopeless!
Galen had released a small-scale flame storm at the feet of the water elemental!
Ensuring that it could heat the water elemental without damaging the tent!
Such sophisticated playing!
At this moment, Alleria lifted the tent flap and flashed in, and she made eye contact with Galen!
Oh!
What did our Ranger-Lord Windrunner see?
The naked body of a human male, a somewhat immature face, a thick chest, toned abs, explosive thighs, and between his thighs...
"Ah!"
A scream of panic came from the tent!
The strongest of the attackers was attracted by the scream, thinking there was an advantage to be gained. His strong legs kicked off the ground, broke free from the entanglement of the high-ranking knights, and rushed towards Galen's tent.
A black shadow darted out of the tent curtain, followed by a loud bang, and the black shadow came out again.
However, this time it flew out backwards. It flew in the air, then fell heavily to the ground, rolling a dozen times, and finally was stopped by the piled-up soil.
And this black shadow had turned from a three-dimensional figure into a pool of sludge.
"Bladeclaw warriors, we are the Blacktooth tribe, please stop attacking!"
The defeat of the strongest, coupled with Nala's shouts, caused the attackers to stop their attacking claws, gather together, and stare vigilantly at the Blacktooth squad and the high-ranking knights.
Galen lifted the tent and walked out. He was barefoot, with only a piece of clothing wrapped around his lower body, appearing bare-chested in front of everyone. Alleria followed behind him, her face flushed red, as if she was about to emit smoke.
"What's going on!"
Galen said unhappily, he was enjoying his bath when a black shadow jumped in, scaring him.
"Reporting, Holy Master, it is the Bladeclaw tribe's tiger-men, they attacked us!" Nala hurried over to explain, "But their territory is still very far away from here, exceeding the normal hunting range!"
Galen's gaze turned to this group of black-furred tiger-men. Their fur was even more purely black than the Blacktooth's purplish-black fur.
Nala translated Galen's words, and a Bladeclaw tiger-man pointed to the leg bones beside the bonfire and said, "Food!"
Obviously, the situation in Talador was not optimistic, and these predators needed to travel long distances to find food to fill their stomachs.
"Where is your leader?" Galen continued to ask, and Nala translated simultaneously.
All the black tigers looked at the pool of flesh just now. This black tiger leader's strength was okay, but he was killed on the spot by Galen's full blow. His entire body's bones were shattered. If it weren't for the skin still being somewhat tough and holding the minced meat together, it would have turned into a sky full of flying blood in the air.
"Why can you use magic! Our shamans have lost their power!" In the battle just now, this group of Bladeclaw tiger-men discovered that the Blacktooth's shamans were still able to use the power of the elemental spirits, which surprised them!
"Separate a team of envoys, follow them back to inform the Bladeclaw chieftain about the elemental contract, and take this batch of supplies with you. Disperse!"
Galen threw out a magic package, then ordered the high-ranking knights to continue guarding, and also dispose of the tiger-man's corpse just now.
The Blacktooth tiger-men's shamans began to treat the wounded. The Bladeclaw tiger-men once again witnessed the way of the shaman appearing in the tiger-man clan, and tears of excitement were about to pour out of the eyes of this group of big cats.
Galen turned around and returned to the tent, and Alleria somehow followed in.
"Alleria, what are you doing here!" Galen looked surprised, what's wrong, didn't you see clearly just now? Want to see it again?
Alleria pursed her lips and said, "I want to wash too."
Alleria's mind now recalled the water elemental standing on the flames of the flame storm. Alleria, who loved cleanliness, also longed for a hot bath. As for a certain white figure, it also appeared in her mind along with the memories.
Looking at Alleria's flushed cheeks again, Galen's mind went blank: "Then, together?"
Hello everyone, I am Galen Trollbane. I never expected that I would end up bathing with a beautiful woman.
Yeah right!
It's already understanding of Alleria not to give me a big slap on the spot.
Galen came to Aurelia's tent, used magic to build her a stone bathtub on the spot, then summoned a water elemental to fetch water, and then heated it, and then was kicked out of the tent.
Alleria played the 'crossing the river and demolishing the bridge' card to the fullest.
Galen cried and fainted next door.
Early the next morning, the Blacktooth ogre began to leave the team, one team went north to Gorgrond, one went south to Spires of Arak, and another team went directly to the Bladefist ogre's territory last night.
In the end, only ten elite ogre, including Nala, remained in the team.
Three berserkers, two shamans, three hunters, two ambushers, the ogre's optional professions are warrior, hunter, and shaman! And a thief. The professional composition is similar to that of tauren. Jialin had a whim, if he spread the path of the druid in the ogre tribe, would it work?
The more Galen thought about it, the more reliable he felt. Ogre live with the jungle, and there is a wildness school in the druid branch, which is very suitable for ogre.
Sabertooth tiger!
Transformation!
Sabertooth tigers can also be considered felines, right?
Jungle Druid?
That would be great!
Galen's next route is to bypass the town called Turem in front, pass through the south of Shattrath City, cross the Bone Wastes, and enter the Nagrand prairie from the valley trail.
Turem was originally a draenei village. According to Durotan's memory, this location was the city of Telmor, which was slaughtered and destroyed by the Frostwolf clan led by him. Later, this place experienced the explosion of Auchindoun. This dilapidated village is now home to many crazy draenei broken and lost ones.
It seems that those races that are highly attuned to energy are prone to physical mutations under various circumstances. High elves who lose the Sunwell will become mindless due to magic addiction, draenei will become broken and lost ones when affected by fel energy, and nightborne who lose their magic supply will also become withered. This is probably the shackle that comes with having extremely good talent.
I wonder if Nobundo has sensed the elemental summons now? Has Akama the Shadowsword been exiled to Zangar Marsh? Has the Ashtongue Deathsworn been established?
Galen had the idea of conquering celebrities in his mind again.
When Galen passed by Shattrath City, he carefully looked at this former draenei capital. Its name means 'dwelling of light'. After the orcs captured this city, they carried out a massacre and transported the captives to Hellfire Citadel. In addition to the batch sacrificed to the Dark Portal, the rest were brought to Azeroth, which is the batch under Galen's command.
Now two-thirds of Shattrath has been destroyed by the orcs' destruction. So far, people still live in the remaining one-third of the city. Galen's extraordinary eyesight has seen humanoid creatures moving in the shadows of the city.
What a pitiful people in troubled times.
Galen now has almost zero troops on hand. An army is the general's courage, the more the better. For the Crusader Grand Commander, who has a fear of insufficient troops, he will panic if he has no troops in his hands. Only when Gandalf arrives with the army will he be able to develop his skills in Draenor.
"Let's go, target, Nagrand!"
Galen straddled the dog king and ran wildly forward. Alleria and the high elves knights behind him also rode on their newly acquired mounts. Nala led the ogre warriors on all fours and ran quickly.
After passing through the Bone Wastes, you will enter the mountain path leading to the Nagrand prairie. Along this road, passing through the Ruins of Burning Blade and the Trial Arena, you can reach the Crossroads, and then heading west, you can reach Garadar of the Mag'har clan.
The current Draenor can barely be considered the world of the orcs. Ogres and arakkoa are suppressed on the edge of the continent. The draenei were slaughtered to near extinction and hid in the deep mountains. Kil'jaeden has not noticed the orcs' failure and has not sent Magtheridon and the demon army to take over Draenor, so Galen and the others entered Nagrand unimpeded.
The team of twenty-two people slowed down on the grassland. Galen looked at the scenery of Nagrand. To be honest, after seeing the increasingly desolate Tanaan Jungle and the desolate Talador, Nagrand's rare greenery made Galen's depressed mood instantly improve a lot.
Suddenly, a warning flashed in Galen's mind, and he had already grasped the Brotherhood Sword behind him.
The wide and long sword body rotated rapidly in Galen's hand, and he slashed diagonally at his front!
Clang!
A heavy metallic collision sound came. At this time, a gray-green figure began to appear in front of Galen.
This is a strong orc carrying a clan flag. He is naked on his upper body, wearing a leather war skirt on his lower body, and holding a red flaming giant blade.
Thinking that the Ruins of Burning Blade are nearby, and such a powerful ability to hide, it can only be the powerful Burning Blade Blademaster. Most of the blademasters are still being besieged by the Alliance in the Eastern Continent. Galen recognized the identity of this orc: Lantresor of the Burning Blade!
A draenei and orc mixed-blood orc blademaster, but this skilled blademaster is not welcomed by the two races because of his mixed blood. According to the information he obtained from the hero spirit Samuro, Lantresor of the Burning Blade should have participated in the First and Second Orc and Human Wars. How did he return to Draenor?
Could it be that he is another Rexxar who could not accept the orcs abandoning their honor and chose to leave the tribe?
While his thoughts were flying, more enemies stood up from the grass. They were a group of ogre with big bellies. Just now they were lying in the grass hiding, preparing to attack in groups after their boss succeeded in one blow!
It's just that even Lantresor of the Burning Blade himself didn't expect that he would bite into a tough bone, and there was even the possibility of breaking a tooth.
Aurelia pulled the reins and pulled away. Two knights guarded her side. The ogre warrior and the remaining eight high elves knights met the approaching Stonefist ogre.
Lantresor of the Burning Blade was also shocked at this time, marveling at Galen's strong early warning ability, but the orange-red war blade waved again, exerting all his life's learning, and a more fierce attack was launched by him.
The Brotherhood Sword and Lantresor's war blade are both heavy weapons. In the confrontation of the two weapons, whoever is cowardly will lose first. Galen is most afraid of melee combat. Divine Shield, Invulnerability Potion, and various life-saving equipment make him fearless.
As they fought, Galen realized that although he was stronger than Lantresor of the Burning Blade in terms of strength, the gap in skills was too great. For a while, the battle between the two became somewhat stalemate.
If skills are not enough, use krypton gold to make up for it!
How to spend money in the game is an art, just like using cheats; you need to ensure the game is still fun while also making sure you enjoy it to the fullest.
Summoning Kings shouldn't involve spending money. It's too expensive, and Lantressor of the Burning Blade is clearly a mid-level Legend. Using demigod power directly overwhelms him, which reduces the fun.
Then, I choose you!
Galen spent money to acquire all of Samuro's combat skills. The Brotherhood Sword, from its previous wide and powerful swings, became light and effortless, and the sword techniques became exquisite.
The surrounding ogres and tiger-men had already moved the battle circle further away. The battle between these two was too intense, the sword energy and blade edges too sharp. Two ogres, due to their clumsy size, didn't have time to dodge and were split in half.
Lantressor of the Burning Blade was increasingly shocked as he fought. In terms of skill, he was evenly matched with this human. In terms of strength, the opponent was a notch above him, and the weapon was heavier. He couldn't compare. Fortunately, he still had some advantage in agility. The human's armor was affecting his performance!
"Human! With your strength, you couldn't possibly be an unknown in the Alliance! State your name!"
Lantressor of the Burning Blade had also killed many human generals and nobles in the First and Second Wars, but when the Horde occupied the Wetlands, he witnessed an orc warlock, in order to survive, drain the animal companion of an orc king. Such dishonorable behavior made him decide to leave Azeroth and return to Draenor, so he hadn't seen Galen, who shone brightly in the Second War.
"Galen Trollbane, Lantressor of the Burning Blade, remember this name!"
Galen shouted loudly, intensifying his attacks. Samuro's martial skills merged and became clear in his mind. The force application techniques and the angles of the blade were gradually absorbed by Galen.
As Galen understood these combat skills, no longer rigidly applying Samuro's movements after spending money, Lantressor of the Burning Blade began to be at a disadvantage. Galen also slashed a cut on his chest, and blood flowed straight out. If this middle-aged Blademaster hadn't dodged quickly enough, he would have been disemboweled.
Lantressor of the Burning Blade understood that he had to break the situation. His ogre subordinates were already at a disadvantage. That archer's attacks were too powerful, and more than a dozen ogres had been shot in vital spots and killed.
Lantressor leapt high into the air and performed another jumping cleave. Galen raised the Brotherhood Sword to parry. The sword body was wide, and Galen's vision was affected for half a second.
Lantressor of the Burning Blade immediately changed his move. He placed his warblade horizontally in front of his chest, his arm muscles bulging, his feet exerting force. Without any warning or preparation, he spun around.
Blade Storm!
Galen held the Brotherhood Sword in front of him, relying on the Brotherhood Sword being an epic-level weapon, not afraid at all, directly using the sword body as a shield to block!
Clang!
Clang! Clang!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Lantressor of the Burning Blade's Blade Storm collided with the Brotherhood Sword countless times. The Brotherhood Sword was unscathed, but small gaps appeared in the Blademaster's warblade, turning the warblade into a war saw.
The Blademaster's storm suddenly stopped at its fastest speed, and Lantressor of the Burning Blade disappeared!
Galen only felt a chill on the back of his neck!
You're launching a sneak attack? You can't afford to play, you little trash.
This is all stuff I'm tired of playing!
Divine Shield!
Bang!
A powerful jumping cleave!
It hit!
Perfect!
But the one who was injured was Lantressor of the Burning Blade. His warblade broke in two at the damaged spot that had just formed, and his arms had been injured by the force of the rebound!
Most importantly, he forcibly stopped the Blade Storm and used the secret technique of stealth for a full-force sneak attack. The backlash of energy in his body caused him internal injuries. If it were another enemy, it wouldn't be a big problem, at most it would be trading injury for life. He didn't expect his warblade to be like hitting a solid iron ball, adding injury to injury. He couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood and spat it out.
Before the Blademaster could react, Galen's Brotherhood Sword arrived, and the sword body slapped hard on his cheek!
"The Chieftain has been defeated!"
"The Chieftain has been knocked down!"
In Lantressor of the Burning Blade's last consciousness, he only heard the ogres' terrified roars, and then everything went black before his eyes, and he passed out.
The ogres scattered and fled. At this time, in order to survive, their clumsy bodies also became exceptionally agile, but unfortunately, they underestimated Alleria's archery skills. She nocked and drew her bow swiftly, several star-like beads in a row, hitting the back of the heads of several ogres who were running away.
Total annihilation.
More than fifty ogre corpses were left on the prairie.
Galen took out a bundle of special ropes. A high-ranking knight stepped forward and skillfully tied up Lantressor of the Burning Blade, then threw him behind the dog king.
After the tiger-man shaman healed the injured members of the tribe, Galen announced that they would continue their journey.
The Mag'har clan is an orc clan that was established in recent years. In the orc language, the word Mag'har means "untainted." Therefore, a significant difference between the Mag'har orcs and the current orcs is that their skin is brown. When the leaders of the various orc clans drank the blood of demons and the orcs' skin turned a morbid green, the Mag'har orcs refused this so-called gift and lived in Nagrand, far away from Hellfire Citadel. They did not become bloodthirsty due to the demon's curse, and maintained the orcs' original way of life and ancient traditions.
And Geyah is the leader of this new clan. Most importantly, the current Mag'har orcs are still very weak.
Most of the Mag'har are now orphans from various clans adopted by the female shaman Geyah. Before they grow into qualified warriors, the village of Garadar, named after her husband, walks on thin ice every day, relying on a small number of warriors to protect the children's safety.
Among these children, the most talented are Grom Hellscream's son Garrosh, Kilrogg Deadeye's son Jorin Deadeye, Saurfang's descendant Dranosh, and Aggra, the direct disciple of Geyah's grandmother.
Garadar is located on the land south of Lake Taladar in Nagrand, surrounded by two rivers, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack. On the opposite bank of the lake to the north is the Elemental Throne. Although the four Elemental Lords have disappeared, Geyah can request a large number of lesser elementals to fight when necessary.
Galen and his group had just entered the vicinity of Lake Taladar when they were discovered by the Mag'har scouts. Galen ignored them and went directly to the gate of Garadar.
The guards at the gate knew that strangers were approaching and gripped their weapons warily, looking vigilant.
Fortunately, there were only twenty-two people in Galen's group, not many, and apart from the tiger-men, the high-ranking knights were not overly strong, so the atmosphere between the two sides was not too tense.
"Please convey to Elder Geyah that a friend of Durotan has come to visit!"
Galen placed a package on the ground and immediately retreated. Only after he moved away did the guard approach and pick it up.
Geyah was already showing signs of age. Her eyes were purple, unlike the green-skinned orcs corrupted by demon blood, whose eyes were only filled with bloodlust.
Her long hair was still thick, but some gray strands were mixed in.
At this moment, the female shaman was preparing herbs in the house. After the shamans lost their healing spells, the orcs could only rely on traditional methods of collecting herbs and preparing healing ointments to treat illnesses.
In the Nagrand prairie, herbal plants were still full of vitality, but in this most verdant and vibrant place in Draenor, it was the home of sick and weak orcs. The warriors abandoned the old and weak to fight in other worlds, and she could only shoulder the responsibility of continuing the pure-blooded orc lineage.
"Elder Geyah!"
An urgent shout interrupted the female shaman's actions. She had to put down the herbs in her hand, stand up, and push open the door of her hut.
"What is it?" Geyah recognized that this was one of the few warriors in the village, and it should be his turn to guard the gate today.
"Elder, a group of strange races has arrived at the gate. They claim to be friends of Lord Durotan!" The guard gently placed the package he was carrying on his back in front of Geyah.
Geyah'an opened the package, and her pupils shrank. Inside the package was a clan's war banner!
A blue wolf head symbol.
Before her husband died, he passed the chieftainship of the Frostwolf Clan to his young son, Durotan. Later, Frostfire Ridge was destroyed by a fire elemental riot, and the Frostwolf Clan had no choice but to move the entire clan. Later, Durotan and his wife led the strong and young members of the clan to follow the Horde into battle!
It's been six years!
She knelt in front of the Frostwolf banner, her rough palm gently stroking the blue wolf head symbol, tears streaming down her eyes like water.
After a while, she composed herself and said to the guard, "Don't keep our guests waiting at the gate. Take me to see them."
Galen had already put away the Dog King and all the mounts from the beast pens at the gate, quietly waiting for Geyah's arrival. The orc Blademaster was being held in the hands of a high-ranking knight.
The guard led Geyah to the gate, her eyes scanning and carefully examining the group.
Geyah recognized the tiger people behind Galen. These tiger people should not belong to Nagrand. The Blade Tooth tiger people of Nagrand have brownish-yellow fur, and the Howling Claw tiger people have yellow spotted fur, while these ten tiger people are blue-purple.
The knowledgeable Geyah guessed that they should be from Tanaan Jungle, as only the tiger people there have this color fur.
As for Galen and the others, Geyah had never seen them before, but in the past few years, scouts from the Dark Portal would send news of the Horde back to Draenor, so that the orc clans left behind would know what races the Horde was fighting in another world. Geyah had already guessed what races they were.
"Are you humans from Azeroth?" Geyah asked softly, but compared to her calmness, the surrounding Mag'har orcs were nervous. They knew that the orc-formed Horde was at war with humans.
"That's right, respected orc elder, Durotan's mother, Go'el's grandmother, I am Galen from Stromgarde in Azeroth."
Galen didn't care about being recognized. These old, weak, and disabled Mag'har weren't enough for him to handle alone.
"The Alliance? Humans? You have come to Draenor? Has the Horde failed? Then my father... is he still alive?"
Several orc children who looked somewhat strong poked their heads out from the city gate, their eyes full of anticipation.
"Garrosh, Yorin, go back!" Geyah scolded the approaching orc children. Before confirming the humans' intentions, she would not put the children in danger.
"Haha."
Galen chuckled. He didn't expect this group of Horde's second generation to be so young and cute at this time. Go'el should be the oldest of this group, right? It's just that he didn't see Aggra. He didn't know what Go'el's little wife looked like now.
"I am a human from another world. I have fought your fathers. Grom and Kilrogg are both strong among the orcs and are worthy of respect warriors."
"They... did they die in battle?"
"That's not the case. Grom and the Bleeding Hollow broke through the Alliance's encirclement and ran away. Kilrogg should have returned to Hellfire Citadel after being defeated. As for Varok Saurfang, he was suppressed by my vassal in a valley."
Galen did not belittle the orcs, but simply stated this battle report normally. This could instead highlight his own strength. Didn't he see that Alleria's eyes were much more proud?
"Alright, guests, chatting at the gate is not our Mag'har way of treating guests. Let's go in."
"Why help us? In a strict sense, we are still enemies!" Geyah had just seen human warriors carrying an Orc into Garadar. The rough way they handled him, and the chains on the Orc, clearly indicated he was a prisoner.
Moreover, the female shaman recognized him as a Blademaster from the Burning Blade clan, a powerful Blademaster capable of bearing the clan's banner!
Also, Galen had some elemental spirits' blessings on him. Well, that was Galen's own buff. It was this elemental blessing that led Geyah to choose to let them in.
"In my interactions with Durotan, I discovered that Orcs are a race of honor. The reason you have become tyrannical, bloodthirsty, and combative is all Gul'dan and the demons' plan. He lured your warriors into drinking demon blood containing evil power. The demon blood corroded your bloodline, and your skin turned the evil green color. As a shaman, you should be able to feel that the green-skinned Orcs have abandoned past traditions and honor."
Geyah nodded. Not only her, but the surrounding little ones also nodded. They were proud to be pure brown-skinned Orcs.
"I am disgusted by cruel and bloodthirsty Orcs, but I am full of respect for Orcs who hold honor in their hearts, such as Durotan, Drek'Thar, and even the brothers Varok and Broxigar, who drank demon blood, still hold honor."
A series of world-renowned Orc powerhouses' names were spoken, stunning the little ones. This also proved that Galen had fought them. They looked at Galen with some changes in their eyes.
"Durotan is my friend, and Thrall is my disciple. They entrusted me to come to Draenor to save the Orcs' fate, so I came!"
Galen paused, also knowing that empty words were useless, and continued, "I can rest in your town for a few days. Thrall is already on his way. At that time, his words will be more convincing than mine."
As for the truth of the Orcs' corruption, isn't the Orcs' sacred mountain in Nagrand? When the time comes, go find a deceased ancestor of the Orcs and ask. Wouldn't the truth be clear?
Regarding the Orcs, Galen only wanted to subdue the Mag'har clan, who had not been corrupted by demon blood. As for the other Orcs, their hands were stained with the blood of the people of Azeroth. Galen said he could only laugh.
In the following days, Galen stayed in the Mag'har village. The Saberon warriors were only Nala and three warriors who stayed. The rest were divided into two groups, one going to the east of Lake Elodor to find the Laughing Skull clan, and the other going to the Blade's Edge Mountains south of Nagrand.
Boating on the lake, fishing, hunting, and barbecuing, Galen and Alleria went crazy around Lake Elodor. Galen, with his ingenuity, even took Alleria to fly a kite. This thing is estimated to have entered people's vision only after the Pandaren pandas appeared in Pandaria. Alleria was as curious as a several-hundred-year-old child.
Galen lay on the grass, looking at the blue sky, with Alleria's voice running on the grass in his ears. The high elf knights were scattered around on guard.
Galen closed his eyes and began to connect to the Origin Engine. At this time, Azeroth had entered the end of the year, another Winter Veil.
After years of operation, Galen's base finally upgraded to level four this year. Now, with the Origin Engine, he is also a man on the pinnacle of his life.
The Origin Engine base currently has about 700,000 farmers. 300,000 farmers are working diligently on the farm, and about 100,000 farmers are working in the mines.
As for the remaining 300,000 farmers, Galen created fake identities for them, allowing them to replace the 300,000 refugees absorbed by Stromgarde, going west, north, going to sea, fleeing into the Kingdom of Lordaeron, the Kingdom of Gilneas, the Kingdom of Kul Tiras, and a small part joined the Stormwind refugee camp to rebuild Stormwind in the south.
Since then, Galen has opened the entire map of the Eastern Kingdoms.
The number of infantry and musketeers exceeded 370,000, of which the Scarlet Legion and the Tidefury Legion were queuing in the Royal Barracks, waiting to be transferred into Elite Infantry and Shadow Hunters, while the Silver Legion was lacking some experience, and the transfer schedule could only be postponed.
The number of high elf knights reached 15,000. In addition to the visible Valorcall's First Knightly Order, the remaining 10,000 knights have been hidden by Galen, waiting for an opportunity to explode.
The number of priests also exceeded 10,000. In addition to the accompanying priests, the rest have begun to travel in the Eastern Kingdoms. Some have joined the Stratholme Cathedral, some are permanently stationed in Light's Hope Chapel, and some have gone to Elwynn Forest to rebuild Northshire Abbey.
There are 15,000 mages, but at this time Galen has stopped the training of mages. The Arcane Sanctum is fully training priests. The current number of mages is temporarily enough. He will consider increasing the number of mages after his sky fortress is built.
He also doesn't know whether the level five base can open the transfer channels for mages and priests. The strength of these intermediate mages is not enough, and they can only rely on numbers to produce deterrence.
Only Gandalf under Galen can be taken out, while Dalaran has gathered almost all the talents with arcane talents in the seven human kingdoms, and there are many top ones. Fortunately, Jaina and Rhonin have been poached by Galen.
With the joining of Medivh and Aegwynn, Galen hopes to break Dalaran's monopoly on mages and establish a new mage holy land.
There are now 8,500 Gryphon Riders. Galen has established two Gryphon Rider Regiments, Freedom's Wings and Storm's Wings. At this time, he is already thinking about the name of the third Gryphon Rider Regiment.
There are currently more than 35,000 sprites, and the remaining aircraft, steam tanks, and mortars and other strategic materials are filled with spare warehouses.
There are also several high-level arms. There are already 632 paladins who have come out of the cathedral, and only 30 Royal Guards trained by the Royal Barracks.
High-level combat power is hard to find!