Chapter 16 Chapter 15 Defending the Dreamland

The sturdy walls of Orgrimmar lack the cultural charm of Stormwind, but their sense of primordial glory cannot be ignored.The walls are very high, with watchtowers overlooking the surrounding area, which is enough to warn those foolish that attacking the walls will cost them blood.Inside the city walls, heavily armed orc guards are patrolling the city, including Darkspear trolls, orcs, and even undead. The interior of Orgrimmar is like an uncivilized area for humans. The tribesmen live in caves in small canyons, scattered in every corner.The village-like structure there fits well with the nomadic past of the orcs.Clearly, Orgrimmar is an important community center.Thousands of people lived here, traded, studied, prepared for war...

Orgrimmar sits at the foot of the mountain closest to the Durotar Valley, and it is a symbol of war, the true home that the great liberator Thrall finally gave to his followers.Thrall named the valley after his father, and he named the city after the war chief.Orgrim(1) had placed fleeing slaves and gladiators under his protection, and later chose Thrall as his successor. Thrall conducts business at Grommash Castle (2), located in the Valley of Wisdom in the heart of the capital.Grommash reveals the uncivilized charm of the Orc Warlord's domain, with huge circular buildings topped with spikes and huge circular passages leading inwards.At the same time, many gray steles are displayed here, which mark the victories of war leaders and entire tribes in the past.Also on display are some of the horrific weapons used by the Legion, desiccated creature heads, their own weapons and armor, and even armor and banners from another arch-enemy, the Alliance.Once an alliance, but now of little importance to the orcs - these are symbols of victory, and thus are displayed here.

But glorious victory did not occupy the minds of the orc guards and shamans at the moment.They were now assembled in the hall where the chief was.On a rough oak bed cushioned with wild animal furs, the shaman draws circles for the lying body as the warriors watch anxiously.Each time the shaman withdrew his hand, the warriors leaned forward expectantly...and then pulled back in frustration. The act of anticipation did not encourage the gazers: they gazed many times, and Thrall now only wobbled slightly after much effort by the shamans. "He's still having horrible nightmares," whispered the wailing shaman. "And I can't get into it..." The old orc, with silver-white hair braided into strands, was staring with deep eyes at the sharp dagger on a nearby table.It had stabbed the battle-leader of the Sleeper very carefully, hoping that the sudden, sharp pain would shatter the nightmare.

That also failed. "Shall we put him with the others?" one of the guards tried.Immediately, he was hit hard on the head by another orc.The first orc had his eyes on his assailant, and if the exhausted shamans hadn't trusted both of them so much, a fight might have broken out. "What a disgrace to you two! The great Thrall loathes each other's enemies. Is what you are doing what he wants to see?" The two scolded brats shook their heads, fearing his power even though they were twice the size of the hide-clad shaman.He's not the best in Orgrimmar—in fact, that title belongs(3) to Thrall—but among those shamans who are still awake(4), he's the best hope of awakening Thrall.

Hope, though, is fading. From the other side of the room, there was a whining cry at this moment.People saw a huge white wolf howling at the window.It was so huge that any samurai could ride it and use it like a horse.Indeed, the battle leader makes this his most loyal companion as his mount.The two of them are legendary partners on the battlefield.The white wolf ran around the house, with no guards to dispute it. Another howl came from the great beast.More than anything else, the sound touched warriors and shamans. "Hush, Xuege." The shaman whispered. "Your brother will be healed..."

But the white wolf began to rush out of the window at this time.However, the size of the windows is obviously not enough for this huge hunter.With a clarion call of defeat, it swooped on the closed door instead. The shaman's eyes widened. "Open the door for it! Quick!" A guard rushed to open the door.He barely opened the door when Xue Ge bumped into him.Like a leaf blown by a mighty wind, the burly orc was finally swept against the wall.The white wolf continued to charge forward without hindrance. "Follow her!" ordered the elder shaman. "What did she feel..."

The orcs were chasing after, and the white wolf rushed forward desperately.She paused at two apparently undersized windows, and eventually rushed to the front entrance door. The guards were frightened by the sight in front of them and froze there.Just as the shaman was about to summon them, a man came to his senses and pushed open the door.Since the white wolf rushed out so eagerly, the guards took it for granted that there was danger hidden there. Xue Ge jumped out.It stopped and looked around for a moment, then ran towards the nearest wall of Orgrimmar. Although the old shaman was older than his companions, he was staggeringly fast.His movements were as agile as Xue Ge's, and he quickly kept pace with Xue Ge.He had other, faster methods, but natural caution held back the old orc.

The trolls and orcs on duty gave way to Xuege.When they reacted, most of them took up their weapons.Orgrimmar had been on high alert for several days, and Snowsong's emergency seemed to make those who saw it aware of the coming war. The shaman looked around while following Xuege.For their part, Orgrimmar currently has fewer protectors than expected.Worse, as they approached the walls, he saw the mist creeping silently into the capital.And he could hardly see the guards on the city wall. Not for the first time.The old orcs hope that they will be stronger in wisdom, including Thrall, and Orgrimmar has already seen the first batch of eternal sleepers.

Xue Ge didn't run towards the steps leading to the watchtower.Instead, the White Wolf clung to the ladder that led to the lower part of the city wall.There, the nimble creature leaped from platform to platform until she finally reached the top of the rampart. Frost covered the white wolf's fur, standing in a thick emerald mist.The shaman also climbed to the top and stood a few steps away from the white wolf.At this time, he noticed that the nearest sentinel seemed to be frozen. "How are you?" the older orc asked.Seeing that the sentinel didn't respond, he went up and touched his arm.

The orc's head turned the other way. The shaman's first thought was that the sentry was dead, but he could still feel his breath when he touched his chest.He looked at the face and found his eyes were closed. Although he was standing, he had fallen asleep. The shaman looks to the next... same thing. Some guards followed him to the top.They looked at their companions in amazement. "Issue orders!" ordered the old shaman. "Call more people to—" Xue Ge started to howl again.The white wolf stretched its front legs forward, backed up and stood upright, with its front paws resting on the edge of the city wall, so that she could see all of Orgrimmar.

The orcs all looked towards the area Xue Ge was staring at. There are figures in the mist.Hundreds or more. A guard noticed the horn swinging on a stake inside the wall.However, just as he was about to pick it up and put it to his mouth, he, the shaman, and everyone else froze. The figure had reached the edge of the fog. It's an orc. "Glago," cried one of the warriors in surprise, "my brother is asleep...but I just see him standing there..." "Sydra... my companions, Sydra, they're heading here!" gasped another. "It's an attack!" Some insisted. "Spell attack! It's the alliance—" "Not an alliance." The shaman said decisively.He leans forward. "Everyone is asleep..." As he said, the greatest fear fell before him.Thrall suddenly stood there, but this was just Thrall in disguise, taunting the tribal leader with a ridiculous look.His skin was saggy and rotting, with bones visible, and his eyes glowed red... a demon-infused red. The blood-red eyes that all Shadow Orcs have. "We are under attack!" the same warrior whispered anxiously. "They're fooling us! Using illusions! Definitely the Alliance!" The shaman didn't say anything, just moved closer, studying Thrall's body.He tried not to meet that deep gaze...but eventually, he couldn't help it. A huge dark void, tinged with restless green, seemed to open before him.Nightmarish visions of these sleepers await some sort of cue.But when the hint comes, the malevolent power these shadows represent will sweep across Orgrimmar.Of course, there's no real fight in any sense.Those hordes of legions bearing the face and form of the invaders will here to confuse more Sentinels standing guard.When darkness strikes...it strikes these warriors where they are most vulnerable. their souls. Although war is yet to come, the shamans don't hold out much hope.It's a signal - whatever it is - that it's approaching.Very close. "We must be vigilant against all mutations..." the shaman whispered as he came down from the walls. "Everyone, young and old. Get ready..." However, in what he said, there was no emphasis on being as untouched by the fog as possible when resisting the enemy.Any defender of Orgrimmar is doomed to fall when it encounters the Mists. Blore thought he had lost Ainasha, but at this time the ancient tree came again. "Stay close. We're very close. He knows you're coming." "'he'?" Just before the ancient tree replied, a more intense emerald-colored shadow struck them suddenly. Hasty words filled Blore's mind.A cold war gripped his heart. He felt as if his skin was peeling from his flesh, and to make matters worse, his daughter's voice shook him amidst the shouts.The druid is being sucked into an abyss, and desperate hands grab him, pushing him deeper...deeper... do not go!A new powerful voice came to mind, giving the night elf a spiritual lifeline.The hurried voice faded away.The hands are also gradually withdrawn.The coldness in my heart has gradually melted away... Shadows are back in the still ominous mists.Blore found him now on his knees, panting.One hand clutches his chest. A soft light floated from a distance, surrounding the Druid.Blore looked up. "Remulos?" he blurted out. Although the shimmering figure looked remarkably like the Moonglade Guard, Blore quickly saw that he was no Remulos.In fact, the druid realized that unlike him and the ancient tree, what he was seeing was not a solid shape. He swallowed when he finally realized who was standing - no, floating - in front of him. The reason for the resemblance to Remulos is obvious: his brother... Zaetar. But Zaetar is dead. Blore stood on tiptoe.Zaetar fell in love with Theradeth, princess of the earth elemental.They are said to have conceived the offspring of the first centaur.But the violent children of Zaltar slew the keeper of the woodland in return for his birth.Legend has it that Thelades, who was distraught, couldn't bear him to leave, so she hid his body. put down.said the giant with antlers.His mouth didn't move, but Blore heard it clearly. "Your concern is understandable, but the facts have changed..." Zaetar was greener than his brother due to their circumstances and the fact that he was only a soul and not a body.The son of these two giant fighters, Cenarius.However, Zaetar's face is somewhat frail and elongated, always with a sad expression. Druid looked at Airey, who nodded.The Ancient of War also looked more emaciated than when he fought with Blore before, so much so that the night elves wondered if he was injured. "You've all been touched by nightmares, though Airey was better prepared for it," Zaetar said, implying that he had read Blore's mind.This makes druids more cautious. "We are allies, Blore," continued the soul, extending its open palm to the night elf.Zaetar's body swayed as he spoke, as if he were part of the mist. "In this battle, he has guided us." Aire added, "This is why we are still standing here..." While we doubt we'll be able to stay a few more weeks, we have... "'A few weeks'?" Blore blurted out. "How many weeks have you been fighting?" Soul's expression became gloomy.He looks away. "When I came in, Zaetar and the people he gathered thought they had been here for more than a year, but in fact it was only a few weeks." Gu Shu replied, frowning. "What day did you come in, Blore?" The night elves told him. Airey was visibly surprised. "Only 11 days? I'm sure we're here for pretty much the same reason..." "The nightmare reversed time, he did it on purpose," Zaetar said angrily. "Everything is meaningless except struggling..." "You mentioned they were here to fight the nightmare too," Blore said, wondering if one of them might have encountered Tyrande. "I want them to see the woman who came in with me! Where are they?" At this moment, the soul showed a frustrated expression.He pointed to the dark mist. "Druids, they are all by our side..." As Zaetar said, his hands seemed to be drawn into a foul-smelling mist from around them.The air was not very clear, but Blore could now see at a distance. And what he saw was the most shocking. They stand alone or in groups.As far as the mist can see, they are scattered everywhere.No doubt there were others.Among these are druids, ancients of war, satyrs, and other creatures connected to the nature of Azeroth and the Emerald Dream.Some are in solid form: some are in illusion.And there are others like Zaltah. Among these people in the dream, Blore was able to recognize some, and it was this process of recognition that made Blore gradually shrouded in fear.Among these people are druids who have been sleeping in Azeroth for a long time, and their bodies can only be maintained by food and water.Some have been dead for months, but their dream forms appear to be unconscious.For them, there will never be a return to reality. Or maybe they do, because many of them are on the fringes, doing everything in their power to keep the nightmare from invading. And the nightmare came at this moment with the same amount of darkness, directly drowning Blore.It's more like a thick cloud or a giant colony of black ants.It advances and sways, and any force that opposes it will be weakened in the end.It surges forward with palpable desire.The endless tendrils that surrounded Zaetar and those around him were proof enough that their efforts were minimal. The attackers whipped the nightmare with a series of spells, probably the only attack that worked.Since most are druids, they use their bodies to fight.The hulking bear fought alongside the nimble cat, every bite and every claw blow accompanied by a force that vanished in an instant.Even though it looked like he had Shadow under control, Blore couldn't help feeling that this attack couldn't really hurt Shadow. And above, a storm crow in dream form roared around the nightmare dream.Even in the form of dreams, druids can still increase their combat effectiveness in other forms. Other druids retain their original form.They worked hard to control the Emerald Dream and keep the nightmare away.Under the spell of several of Blore's companions, the lush grass grew taller than the trees and seemed to waver in a mighty wind, cutting the encroaching shadows into ribbons and dissipating them. Then came the cry of birds.The Stormcrow was so engrossed in fighting that he didn't pay enough attention to some of the tendrils that some wriggling shadows had wrapped around its wings after it had been severed from the Nightmare. The crow fell toward the evil mist below, Zaetar's spirit wanted to go and help it, he wanted to reach the trapped druid— Just before Zaetar could finish his effort... a shadowy figure in the shape of a dragon's head burst out of the nightmare fog and swallowed the crow whole.Startled onlookers watched as the crow slid down the mist-shaped demon's throat.In desperation, the druid had to return to his original form.But that didn't allow him to pierce through that horrible nightmare prison. The dragon dives head-down into the nightmare fog. The attackers returned to their selfless fight, but Blore felt his companion's soul dissipate.This passing could not be the first time, and it certainly won't be the last. "We used to have twice as many people as we have now," the soul said to him.Zaeter clenched his fists. "But anyway, they all went with it... and now, as if fallen, they serve it..." "Lethorn..." the night elf murmured.The shadows reminded him of monsters in the foul-smelling green sea. There are more terrifying species than dragons, but now Lythorn and Emeris have also pledged their allegiance to the nightmare dream... Blore had seen enough...or too much. "I need to find Tyrande... She has gone to find Malfurion! And she carries a weapon that can kill these raging demons..." "I've searched everywhere for signs of this man," Zaetar responded.This confirmed that he understood Blore's thoughts.But no one said they saw her... "She walked towards the castle she saw..." But there's nothing like that here... "I saw the silhouette! I was walking towards—" Blore looked at Airey, but the old tree shook his huge head. "We saw it—" The fog surrounded them again.One by one, the distant defenders disappeared from the anxious night elf's view.In the distance, the archdruid and priestess were engulfed in mist. Also includes a ferocious orc. Zaetar looked flustered. "I know your plan...it's stupid! You'll just die in a nightmare—" "If that's the case, it's unavoidable," growled Blore.He thought hard. "Where is the source of the nightmare?" The soul compromises, pointing far to the left.The mist gradually thinned, revealing a wavy dark green shadow. "That's just its shadow... standing there fighting us, Blore..." In response, the druid transformed into a cat and jumped towards the spot.Airey stared dumbfounded, while Zaetar shook her head. "Let him go... maybe he will succeed, and they will free Malfurion Stormrage..." "Will it be?" Gu Shu asked. The soul turns to the battle with the demonic hordes.Although their location was far from the brink of war, his power had already attacked the growing demon. "No...but even if we are doomed, we still have to fight...so, Blore and others like Malfurion's love - High Priestess Tyrande - will continue to seek him ...although in the end the nightmare dreams will consume them..." She's almost there.Sora could feel her prayers...or at least think she would.She is hiding somewhere in the Shadow Castle. The orc didn't know the apprentice in the mist, and though it made her uncomfortable to travel through it, it was nothing compared to her desire.Longing brought her closer to the timid murderer.Soon, she knows very soon, she will avenge her loved ones. Something is moving in the mist.Sora sometimes feels that there are other people around her.They didn't look like orcs, though they didn't seem like any enemies she knew either.In her mind, they seemed to be serving Malfurion Stormrage.Of course there might be others protecting him. She raised the axe.Since entering the Emerald Dream, it has taken on a golden hue.Sora had decided that was just a mysterious property of the mist. Just to one side of her view, something was approaching her. The orc waved his strength.The ax handle didn't feel like it was hitting something, but she heard a hiss, followed by a howl.Sora caught a glimpse of something slowly melting away after expanding, as if it was really just made of shadows. But even as the ax split the object, the other rushed back from the opposite direction.The orc slashed in circles.The ax fit so well in her hand that it cleaved another shadowy object. Again came the hissing and howling. She couldn't find the fallen enemy remains, or anything else of interest.Another shadow in the mist had receded farther, which showed that they were afraid of her and her axe. Scorning them, Sora turned back to her chosen path. The castle is no longer there. Sora cursed, then searched again.The castle was indeed no longer there.But there are other things in there. is a tree. The orcs had learned to toil on the barren and barren land, so the blurred and twisted tree, even at a curve that would have been painful to look at, only slightly bothered her.Sola thinks such a tree is suitable for growing in this wet land. But that's not what she's looking for.The castle has always been her guidepost.Sora started to turn around in frustration.The castle must be somewhere— Just when the tree was about to disappear from her sight, the orc suddenly remembered something and turned around immediately. It's just... the tree was far away from her, a tall, vaguely shadowy silhouette. While Sora was staring at it, the mist had already surrounded Sora. The silhouette looked like a tormented humanoid. The orcs watched intently, ready to throw their axes at it.At last she recognized the outline that had appeared so often in her dreams.Tall stature, night elf pose, and antlers on the head.It couldn't be anyone else. Gripping Brox's ax tightly, the orc grinned expressionlessly.After breaking through the iron shoes, Sora finally found Malfurion Stormrage. Remark: (1) It is "he" in the original book. In order to prevent readers from misinterpreting the original meaning, it is changed to "Orgrim" after contacting the context. (2) The original book is "Grogosh", which is changed to "Gromash" after comparing with the translated name used in the game. (3) In the original book, it was "depending on", and after comparing with other translations, it was changed to a more accurate "belonging to". (4) In the original book, "but as long as these shamans are still awake", after comparing with other translations, it was changed to "but among those shamans who are still awake" (5) In the original book, "Blore thought he had lost Ainasha", compared with other translations, it was confirmed as a translation error, so it was changed to a more accurate "Blore thought he had lost Ai Lei"