Sora stood at the end of the canyon.Realizing the futility of searching across the chasm, the young orc gripped the ax involuntarily.Although she is just a young adult, her strong frame shows that she is already a trained fighter.As she scrambled back and forth in vain, her rough face was twisted together, both innocent and terrified.She pursed her wide, fanged mouth.Sora shook his head and cursed under his breath.The brown hair that was originally braided by her was now messily floating around her left cheek. On the other side of the canyon, a battle is going on.Surrounded in the center was a sturdy orc, the admirable orc Sora had heard since childhood from the stories and songs told by the orc elders.Standing before her was an old, strong warrior with a serious expression.He wears the same leather armor as Sora.His body was covered with scars from previous battles.Despite being surrounded, the male orc let out a war cry of contempt at his foe.

He was surrounded by a veritable group of monsters - the demons of the Burning Legion.These ferocious creatures are far taller than the brave orc that towers before them.They are clad in armor and burn from head to toe in deadly chartreuse flames.Even so, nothing could take away the determination projected in the orc's brown eyeballs.The demons tried to use their weapons to break through the orc's defenses one after another, but the orc swung his sharp battle ax - it was an ax carved out of wood - and always kept a proper distance from the demons. No... that wasn't carved.Sora recalled a shaman inspecting the ax and saying that a powerful magic had made the double-bladed battle axe.Rumor has it that the man who created the ax was the demigod Cenarius, once the guardian of nature and the jungle.

Whatever the origin of the ax was, it was clearly enchanted, for it cut through the blades and armor of its foes with the ease of a stream of fire across the night sky.Dazzling evil orange flames spewed out like fountains from the demons who fell under the battle axes one after another. A dim emerald green aura suddenly covered everything, it overwhelmed the demon flames, even the brave warrior.A few strands of light blue light penetrated through it, like a dream, illusory and real, ethereal.But Sora had no intention of marveling at this mysterious and beautiful sight: in order to find a way to cross the canyon to the other side, her anxiety kept growing.

At this time, a new dazzling human form appeared on the back left of the orc.That's an amazing presence.He was tall and dark-skinned, and Sora knew that he was a night elf.However, he is not an ordinary night elf, because he has a pair of huge and detailed antlers on his head.Not only that, but his elegant and exquisite attire showed that he was not just a druid, an ordinary nature guardian. He had a high status and was probably an elder among this group of nature guardians. The night elf's broad, mature features made him stand out from the crowd.He also has a thick green beard.As striking as his pair of antlers are his burning golden eyes, which are aggressive even from a distance.

The arrival of the night elf took Sola's breath away.The unarmed male approached the orc, whispering something, his presence seemingly reassuring the warrior.Already gaining the upper hand, the orc warriors are confident that they can join hands with the night elves to repel the bloodthirsty demonic hordes. A long wooden staff suddenly appeared in the hand of the elf behind the orc.He raised his staff high, and the lower end of the staff suddenly tightened into a sharp thorn.The orc in front had already chopped off the long, narrow head of another demon. Suddenly, the elf tapped the back of the orc's neck with the staff in his hand.

By the time Sola realized the despicable betrayal in front of her, it was too late.She cried out in despair, but the distance was so far that her voice was drowned out by the screams of the demons on the other side of the valley. Several vines popped out from the back of the orc's neck, like those wild vegetables that Sora stepped on hundreds of times every day.However, at this time, the plant was growing crazily and spreading. Finally, the orcs sensed it.He stretched his hand behind his back, but a few dark green leaves wrapped around his wrist.The vines continued to grow, wrapping around the orc's body.At the same time, its leaves suddenly turned into sharp thorns, and the thorns pointed inward, piercing the orc's body.Wherever stabbed, donate blood.

With a slight smile, the traitor stepped back to admire his masterpiece.At this time, streams of donated blood flowed out from the thorns. The orc trembled.The severe pain forced him to grit his teeth and kneel on one knee.The vines kept trying to wrap around his body until the figure of the orc could no longer be seen from the outside.Bright red blood still trickles from the scary plant.The elf was still admiring it, as if it was an extremely interesting thing. "Broxiga (1)!" Even though it was too late, Sola called out the warrior's name. The demons instantly turned into a cloud of mist, and only the night elf, his victim, and Sora remained on the edge of the canyon.The elf took another few steps back, turning his eyes to Sola mockingly.

Those golden eyeballs gradually turned black, tearing at the orc's soul like two bottomless pits. Then countless rancid bugs spewed out from the black hole, beetles, cockroaches, worms... all gathered into a ball and swarmed towards the ground.These insects spread in all directions, and trees and all other tangible substances were eaten by large swarms.Grasses, shrubs, and even tall trees are not immune. They all withered, everything withered.At this moment, Sola saw a distorted and strange scene in front of his eyes. The elf laughed.More bugs poured from his mouth— He disappeared. Sora called Broxiga's name again.The dying warrior finally looked at the young orc with difficulty.One of his hands freed itself from the wrapping of thorns and held out the battle-axe.

He murmured a name—— Sora woke up with a start. She lay flat on the ground, still shaking, even though the forest in front of her looked so normal.The scene in the dream reappeared in her mind again and again. Sora struggled to stand up.The bonfire she had started had been extinguished for some time, leaving only a pale wisp of smoke.After she put down her weapon and scooped up dirt to cover up any possible flames, Sola began to search for her backpack.Slinging the leather pouch over her shoulder, and picking up her axe, she set out on the journey again. She has always been like this, hunting around, and she will not stop until her feet can no longer move.Eat dinner when she stops, and then sleep until the nightmare wakes her up, which means she is about to start a new journey.Such a life is terrifying, and every step is a challenge for the orcs.Yet each step brought the orc closer to her goal—to avenge her blood.

Not only that, she realized that she also shouldered another important task: to prevent a catastrophe that threatened her people and the entire living world. The orc warrior, Broxigar, was her father's half-brother. She had heard of his great deeds against the Burning Legion since she was a child, a fierce battle that left only one survivor, and that survivor, Broxigar—or rather, Brox.Even though Sora was only a child at the time, she could still feel Brox's guilt for being the sole survivor. Later, Thrall, the great leader of the orcs, entrusted Brox and another warrior with a secret mission.Neither of them ever made it back, but rumor has it that an elderly shaman proclaimed Brox a hero who not only saved an entire orc race, but brought the world back from the brink of destruction.Some say they saw the shaman grow wings and take to the night sky after speaking, becoming a giant bird or a dragon.

Sora didn't know if those stories were true, all she knew was that Thrall handed her the ax when she came of age and proved her fighting skills.Sora was Broxie's only blood relative other than her uncle who had just lost a son.The ax could have been given to her uncle or her cousin who had just died in battle, but one of Thrall's most trusted shamans foresaw something in a dream and persuaded Thrall to give the ax to her. Sola.No one knows exactly why, but Thrall listened to the shaman. Sora is proud to have such a weapon.Ironically, when the legendary orc chief Grom Hellscream was affected by the blood of the demon lord Mannoroth (2) in his body when the Burning Legion invaded Kalimdor, he led his people to invade Ashenvale And killed the great demigod when Cenarius went to stop him.It took a long time for Thrall to restore the nature that the people yearned for.Such an ending is regrettable.Sora didn't take part in that war, she thought Cenarius' spirit would understand, she hoped. When Sora touched the weapon for the first time, everything was normal.But the ax brought something else.Sora hadn't felt anything strange when he was first given the ax, and he hasn't felt anything different for months after that.No, that terrible secret wasn't revealed until recently.But at the beginning, Sora didn't notice it.She just thought it was just a dream... However, it is not. Unlike the shaman who gave her the ax earlier, another shaman told Sora the truth.The spirit of her blood relative has been trying to get close to her, demanding her to avenge him.Sora is convinced that this dream is a clue to the truth.She saw how her blood relative was betrayed by his most trusted comrade in arms. That night elf. Though Sora couldn't say how she knew, she could sense that the elf was alive and that she could find him.All she needs to do is continue to focus on that dream.Every time she wakes up, she can feel the direction of progress. The one that points in the direction of the murderer who betrayed and killed the brave Brox. Brox's spirit had told Sora the name of his murderer in his first dream, but she had never heard the elf's name clearly from the older male orc's mouth, and she The name is still deeply imprinted in her mind. Malfurion Stormrage... Malfurion Stormrage... Sora raises her battle ax...it once belonged to Brox.This female orc swore to her dead uncle.No matter how far the road lies, no matter what evil she faces, she will find Malfurion Stormrage. She will find Malfurion Stormrage... then the ax in her hand will bring him his due.Sora only hopes that she can save Azeroth before it's too late. Remark: (1) The original book is "Brox Higa". After comparing the original English name and other translations, it was changed to the more accurate "Brox Higa". All "Brox Higa" that appear after this article are changes Later translation. (2) The original book is "Malonos", after comparing the original English name and other translations, it is changed to the more accurate "Manoloth".