Chapter 390

Just as the refugees in shatas finally joined the garrison of glory Castle after a hard night's trek, another special team also arrived in front of the dark gate.

A young ORC with a ferocious Tomahawk and brown skin respectfully supports an old Orc grandmother and goes to the front of the cold dark door. There, more than 30 magicians in black robes are waiting there, busy adjusting magic lines and gathering energy to activate the dark door.

Tens of thousands of orcs are quietly waiting at the gate, which is 30 meters high and composed of hard obsidian. These are the only Orc tribes left in the nagland grassland. There are only so many aborigines left in Delano, a world once dominated by orcs.

The old Orc grandmother, who was supported by the young orcs and was accompanied by two armed young Orc soldiers, was wearing a simple walking stick, traditional Orc costumes and wild animal manes. When she was near the dark door, she stubbornly threw away the young Orc's support and gazed at the front door, It seems that they want to keep their own confrontation and unyielding in front of the landmark buildings of the old era.

"Last time... Last time I came here, I saw off my sons, and then they never came back..."

The old grandmother's bright eyes were full of sorrow and pain. She looked up at the cold black gate with difficulty. As a witness who had personally experienced the orcs from noble to savage, from simple to violent, it's hard to say whether she had any special feelings for the dark gate, such as hatred.

The warlock in black, who had just met general Danas, bowed respectfully in front of the orc's old grandmother. But the old grandmother didn't want to talk to a warlock. As the most common and respected old grandmother among the old orcs, she had an extraordinary aversion to the source of all the orc's disasters, the magician.

"Dear godmother..."

As soon as kanrisad spoke, he was interrupted by a young Orc who followed Goya's mother. The orc, who was seven points similar to grom, stared at him fiercely,

"Don't speak, Warlock. There's no place for you to speak here. The patriarch may not care about your offense, but we will care, very much..."

The dark warlock looked at the orc from the corner of his eyes without any emotion. He gave a deep laugh,

"Garrush Hellscream, I've met your father. It's a pity that you have inherited his power, but obviously you haven't fully inherited his spirit. Godmother has the right to speak to me like this, but you... Don't have the right."

"You..."

The young ORC was so excited by the Warlock's words that he couldn't help reaching out and holding the handle of the axe behind him, but she stopped him,

"Galush, step back! Don't forget that when you took the ax, you promised the human warrior

This scolding made the orc a little frustrated. He gave the warlock a fierce look. However, under the stern eyes of the old grandmother, he still stepped aside. Mother Goya's eyes still stayed on the door of darkness. It seemed that the door had caused her too many thoughts. Half a minute later, the old grandmother's eyes turned to the darkness on the left side of the door,

"Kagas, my child... You're here. Why don't you come out and meet me?"

The old grandmother's voice was weak and low, but there was a kind of oppression and momentum that people could not ignore. In her eyes, a twisted, tall, evil ORC with ferocious spines all over her body, armed with red skin, came out of the shadow of his hiding place. He strode out a few steps, All of a sudden, galush and his brothers, who were guarding the mother of Goya, became nervous.

This is a tough guy, especially his right arm, which is connected with a black metal ring and a blade that makes people tremble when they see it. That guy is kagas, kagas blade!

The old monster who survived the last time! A butcher!

But just when Garush and delanos wanted to rush up to protect their grandmother, they were stopped by the old man. She watched CAGAS slowly approach. Finally, five steps away from her, CAGAS stopped and half knelt on the ground.

He lowered his proud head, and his black hair spread over his body, which made him look very wild.

"Old lady, I'm here, but I have no face to see you. We have failed and buried thousands of warriors. Moreover, I'm a coward who runs away. When my brothers fight on the other side, I run away. I abandon them. I have no face to see you."

With a walking stick, Goya's mother trembles to kagas. She puts her hand on kagas's shoulder, and her voice trembles with pain,

"Is that why you haven't come to see me for so many years? Kagas, you know what? I've never blamed you. It's Guldan's fault, not yours or black handed. He made us degenerate and the devil made us lose. But kagas, I'm disappointed... You're still using the power of the devil. Haven't you realized your past mistakes? "

Facing the problem of Goya's mother, kagas raised his head. His blood red eyes were full of stubborn madness,

"No, old lady, we do use the power of demons, but not for ourselves! I want revenge. I want revenge for my old brothers and demons. We use their power to deal with them. That's why we follow Illidan. Old lady, take these children to Azeroth. We will stay in our land and continue our revenge. The children of the broken hand clan are not afraid of sacrifice, but we have value to die! "

"Pa!"

The old grandmother slapped kagas in the face. She was very old, and she didn't have much strength. But kagas couldn't help but open his eyes. Then he heard Koya's mother say aloud,

"Revenge! Or other, children are innocent! Go, bring the children of the broken hand clan who haven't accepted the blood, kagas. As an adult orc, I can't interfere in your choice, but remember, the broken hand clan you built can't be destroyed in your hands. Go, bring the children

With that, and without waiting for kagas to answer, Goya's mother looked at canrysad, a warlock she had never seen before. She spoke for the first time,

"So, warlock... Can I take more children?"

Canrysad replied hastily,

"Of course, grandmother, it's your freedom, but I have to venture to remind you that time is running out. Chief thrall is waiting for you on the other side. You know, his real name is Guyer... Yes, your grandson."

Goya nodded, with a trace of pride on her face when she heard Sal's name. Then she turned to garrush and the two young orcs,

"Garrush, delanos and Jolin, take the boys to help Caracas and pick up the children. We don't have much time. By the way, you should respect Caracas, especially you, garrush!"

The young people, led by the three leaders, soon left the dark gate, rode on the wolves and ran to the Hellfire fortress at the end of the road of glory. The rest of them were preparing to cross the world's largest portal.

Obviously, the bigwigs don't want the orcs to meet other migrants, which may cause unnecessary trouble, and it's part of the adults' agreement, which has to be completed.

Looking at the waiting crowd, Goya turned and said to canrysad,

"Thank you, warlock... It's hard to believe that I would like to express my gratitude to a warlock, but I hope this gratitude can reach those big people behind you. I still have a question... Do I have a chance to come back in my life?"

Canrysad held his due respect for the old Orc whom Dick admired. He pondered for a moment and shook his head with regret,

"It's a pity, but maybe not. Delano will become a huge training ground. In order to deal with those difficult enemies, including those who have hurt your sons, demons... You know, we can't be beaten all the time."

"Well..."

There was a touch of sadness on her wrinkled face, but soon it turned into a smile,

"If this is the reason, then I am willing to give up my hometown, warlock... Promise me, kill those demons, don't be merciful!"

"Of course! That's what we all want to do. "

Canrysad bowed his head, then turned to leave. He took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. There was a glimmer of green in his eyes. He called to the busy subordinates,

"It's time! Charge! To make this door alive, we just need it to keep breathing. It only takes half a day

The black sickle Council absorbs the best magicians of Azeroth. Only the best can be allowed to enter karazan's practice, and then go to Delano to learn more advanced shadow magic under Illidan's command. What's more, in Delano, where there are no barriers to the world, it becomes extremely easy to summon demons, and the number is endless, Illidan didn't worry about demons being trouble.

He let the Warlocks go crazy, and even offered to help. Therefore, every warlock who can get here will thank the king of Outland for his generosity. They can even choose the most powerful or potential ones from the numerous summoning demons to make a contract, and they can also find the most suitable one to learn from the many dazzling spells, Even everyone has the opportunity to write their own magic code.

This is an unimaginable luxury in Azeroth, so soon, the Scylla Council, which has this special channel, will become famous in the dark world. If it is not for the strict censorship of the Scylla Council to recruit new people, this new force only needs to expand at full speed for a period of time, and it will easily surpass the shadow castle and become the holy land of Azeroth warlocks.

But even now, canrysad is very sober. He knows who has given him all this. Although he will become a real top man in the occasionally arrogant fantasy, it's just a fantasy. Canrysad is a real smart man, so he won't challenge the power that he can't win.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz"

The ground began to shake. The giant magic energy gems filled with magic energy were pushed into the center of the array by the strong demon guards. After the five heroes closed the door of darkness, the array here was destroyed by the soldiers. The Warlocks were busy for half a month and managed to repair it. After getting new energy supply, these mysterious runes were lit one by one, From the ground to the top of the dark gate, it's like a green snake climbing.

Like the red wasteland lighting up the lights, the whole dark door, at least tens of thousands of magic patterns, canrysad can't imagine how much manpower and material resources the orcs used to build this huge and permanent portal connecting the two worlds.

Probably seeing the doubts of canrysad, the mother of Goya opened her mouth and explained to him,

"It was the eve of the collapse of the whole world. All the clans could only watch the world die. No one knew why. They had to obey the guidance of the warlocks. At that time, the orcs of the whole world were concentrated here. In order to build this damned door, countless people died here. I could even see those evil spirits howling when I stood here, There are also the draynes captured by Guldan. They are very pitiful. I played with drayne children when I was a child. They are very kind and like us, they should not suffer from this. Guldan, I still don't understand how the upright and weak shaman came to this stage and became a real demon... "

Kanrisad nodded. The words of Goya didn't make him tremble too much. In fact, for a real warlock, life is just a consumable. No matter it's someone else's or his own life, it's necessary to pursue higher existence.

On both sides of the door of the dark gate are the business of two tall men in black with swords. Canrysad thought it was just an ornament, but after the magic pattern on the whole door frame was ignited, the two hoods of the stone statues of the two men in black with swords also lit up two frightening shades of dark red.

"That's the dress up of the Shadow Council. They always come in the dark, like spreading fear."

Goya's mother closed her eyes, picked up her bone rosary, and prayed to Delano's silent elements. This was the inherent habit of their generation. Time stubbornly left its mark on this old man who lived too long, too tired, but lived extremely great. But in the most difficult time, Goya's mother never gave up, But after all the young people left, with their wisdom and love, they gathered the displaced orcs and raised them.

In the nagram prairie, Goya's mother used this method to gather together the orphans who lost their families in the war. Finally, the old grandmother established her own tribe.

The orcs who stood behind him, the young orcs who prospered and became strong again, no longer divided into clans, no longer judged the noble and the humble by blood, they really became a family.

Goya is their chief, the weakest chief in Orc history, who can't even pick up a weapon.

But this does not prevent her from becoming the greatest chief, a perfect chief who will always live in the hearts of orcs. Even a rebellious person like kagas will submit to her.

She belongs to the old age, the last bell of Delano's old age. Where she passed, a new dawn has begun.