Chapter 9 Chapter nine

over the years.Rexxar—the last of the Mok'nathal clan—has been wandering the continent of Kalimdor alone, accompanied only by a big brown bear—Misha.Rexxar is of both orc and ogre blood, and like those who have died, he hates intrigue, ruthlessness, and continuous warfare.The ridiculous thing is that all these wars are fought under the banner of this civilization without exception.Truth be told, the civilization Rexxar saw in Misha's bear companions and the sea wolves in Winterspring was better than any human city, elf city, dwarf city, or troll city built by wanton abuse of nature much.

Rexxar likes to live a life of being unattached and wandering around.If he had to point to a place he could call home, he would say only that he had a home in Durotar.When the orcs founded the country, Rexxar helped an orc who wanted to send a message to Thrall.At that time, the orc was dying, and his mission became his last wish, and Rexxar helped him pass the letter to Thrall.He found himself back in the old life of the orcs, before Gul'dan and his Shadow Council destroyed this once glorious race. Although he was given the supreme honor of calling Thrall a friend and swearing allegiance to Thrall, although he helped the orcs repel Colonel Proudmoore's attack brilliantly and fulfilled his promise, in the end he chose to wander.While Durotar has also become a powerful nation, proudly possessing its own towns, inhabitants, and laws, Rexxar was born to quell the strife and chaos in the world.

Without any warning, Misha suddenly ran. After hesitating for a moment, Rexxar ran along with his companions.He didn't expect to keep up with the four-legged animal, but his natural pair of strong legs was enough to keep Misha within his sight.Misha would not leave her companions and run away alone for no reason. They came to a place near the coast where weeds grew thick everywhere.It may be very difficult for ordinary people to cross this piece of grass, but Rexxar and Misha have plenty of strength, as long as they want, they can even turn the grass over. After a minute, Misha stopped.It can't see anything in the grass higher than a person's shoulder.Rexxar slowed, one hand holding the ax strapped behind his back.

He saw—and Misha smelt—a bloody orc corpse.He knew the orc was probably dead from blood loss. Rexxar dropped his hand to the side, shaking his head helplessly. "A fallen soldier. What a pity to die alone, without a companion to fight by his side." Just as the half-blood tramp was about to pray for the brave orc's soul to rest in peace, he heard a faint voice. "Not... not... dead yet." Misha growled, as if frightened by the talking orc.Rexxar lowered his head, carefully studying the body he thought was dead.He found that one of the orc's eyes was missing, but the socket of the missing eye had healed, so it was only necessary to use one hand to examine the other eye of the orc.The orc blinked.

"The Burning Blade... clan... is going to Orgrimmar, remind... Thrall, the Burning Blade..." Rexxar couldn't see the significance of this thing called "Fire Blade", but it was obvious that this soldier held his last breath to report this information to Thrall.Recalling the oath he made to the chief, Rexxar asked with concern: "What's your name?" "Bye... Bylock." "Fear not, brave Bylock. I am Rexxar of the Mok'nathar, and I swear to you that Misha and I will watch you come to Orgrimmar to deliver information to the chieftain."

"Ray...I know...you...we have to...quick..." The half-breed wasn't sure if he knew him too, but now, that didn't matter.With rare tenderness, he slowly picked up Bylock's bloody body and placed it on Misha's broad back.Misha didn't even have the slightest intention of rebelling - although the bear didn't make any vows, the relationship between it and Rexxar was unbreakable.It's willing to do anything if Lexus asks for it. Without a word, Rexxar and Misha turned and walked west to Orgrimmar. When Rexxar came to Orgrimmar for the first time, the city was still under construction, and there were orcs busy building houses and cleaning aisles, happily building pieces of wasteland on the Kalimdor continent into own homeland.

Now, everything has been completed, but busy orcs can still be seen everywhere, their figures running around for their livelihood.Although Rexxar rarely used the word "civilized," he was genuinely pleased with what he saw.Ever since he came to this world, he saw that his mother's people were either cursed by Gul'dan and turned into labor tools, or they were enslaved and bullied by humans.If the orcs hope to survive in this world, they must have their own civilization. Orgrimmar is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and a huge stone wall on the fourth.Outside the stone wall is a row of tall logs, the only gap is an open wooden gate and two wooden watchtowers.On top of the stone wall were more logs, sharpened like awls, a look that would terrify those who tried to break through the gate.The great scarlet banners of the Horde of Orcs hung from two towers and some logs.

Rexxar guessed that even the bravest warrior in the world would be intimidated by this formation. A guard slashed at Rexxar with a spear in his hand: "Who wants to enter the city?" "I am Rexxar, the last citizen of Moknathar. I brought the injured Bailok to Thrall. He has urgent information to report to Thrall." The guard frowned and looked up at the watchtower.The warrior standing in the tower shouted: "It's all right, I remember this man—and his bear. His wolf-head mask is well known. He is a friend of Chief Thrall. Let him in." Rexxar On his head was a pair of wolf skulls, which he killed with his own hands.This mask can not only protect the head but also scare the enemy.

The guards stepped aside, allowing Rexxar, Misha, and Bylock on Misha's back to enter Orgrimmar. The orc city was built in a canyon, and the traditional hexagonal frame occupied any corner of the canyon, even the recessed part.Rexxar walked towards the Valley of Wisdom through the gate of the Valley of Honor.Thrall's throne room is there.Looking at everything in front of him, Rexxar was filled with sadness and joy.The joy is that in just three years, the orcs have achieved such a great achievement; the sadness is that this is just one of countless similar cities. On the way, Rexxar saw a familiar figure head-on, a medium-sized orc—Nazegel, Thrall's Minister of Security.Following him are four guards.

Out of politeness, Rexxar took off the wolf-head mask: "It's a pleasure to meet you, Nazegal, ah--it's a pleasure to be back in this city again. Oh, I swore to Thrall, I won't watch The brave warrior died in the grass." Nazegel nodded: "We came out to escort you to see him——Thal also summoned the shaman to heal Bailok's wounds. We will take Misha's burden off." Nazegel gestured , two soldiers immediately came over and put Bylock off Misha's back.At first Misha roared hostilely, but it looked up at Rexxar and fell silent. They walked through a winding corridor to a hexagonal building in the innermost part of Wisdom Valley.Thrall was waiting for him in the throne room.Rexxar noticed that it was almost as cold as the Frostblade.Thrall sat on the throne, the elderly shaman Kartha stood on one side of the throne, and an orc Rexxar didn't know stood on the other side.The guards placed Bailok on the floor in front of the throne.Karser walked to Bylock's side and squatted down.

Rexxar shivered, and saluted the chief and said, "Thank you for your welcome, chief of the orc tribe." Thrall smiled. "It's good to see you again, my friend—I thought I'd have to wait until my people were beaten to death to see you in Orgrimmar." "I don't like city life, Chief—you know that." "Indeed, it is. But you have helped us a lot again." Thrall looked at Shaman, "How is he?" "He survived - he was so strong. He wanted to talk." "Is he okay?" Thrall asked. Karser snorted: "I'm afraid I can't, but I think if he allows me to give him some treatment, maybe it will be fine." With a long sigh, the aged shaman gestured to Narzegal's guards and helped Bailok into a seated position. Bylock breathlessly recounted his ordeal.Rexxar didn't know anything about the Burning Blade clan, but apparently everyone else did -- an ancient orc tribe, it seemed. "It's definitely not the same thing," said the orc that Rexxar didn't know. "But it doesn't seem likely, Birx," Thrall said, "if they're all marked the same—" Birx shook his head: "Maybe it's just a coincidence, but I still don't believe it. Besides, I've always heard rumors that a human tribe called the Burning Blade Clan was formed in Theramore. It might be them Some of them have turned our people into slaves, marked them and used them as tools." Nagzel nodded: "I've heard such rumors too, Chief." "Dear Chief," Shaman said, "I have to heal Bailok. He is seriously injured. Now I want to take him away from this frighteningly cold throne room for treatment." "Okay." Sal nodded.According to the instructions of the old shaman, the guards carried Bylock out of the throne room. Thrall stood up from the animal hide throne and began to pace: "How much do you know about this Burning Blade clan, Nazegal?" Nazegel shrugged. "Very few—humans always gather in the house to talk about it." Birx snorted and laughed: "Sitting and chatting is what humans are best at." "But if they surrounded the borders of Durotar and attacked the orcs at once," Nazegel interjected, "they are far more powerful than we imagined." "So we have to deal with it," Birx said. "It's only a matter of time before humans attack us." Rexxar felt that this idea was too extreme: "Just because of the actions of six people, are you going to curse the entire race?" "That's what they have in mind," cried Birx, "unless these six stole our woods and stood by and watched our merchants be raided, it must have been more than six." Thrall looked at Burks: "Theramore is our ally, Burks. Jaina will not sit idly by." "But she probably can't control that much," Nazegal said. "As much power as she is, as much respect as she is, she's just a woman." The Jaina Rexxar remembered was the only noble human he had ever seen.When she was faced with the choice between helping her father—her own father—or keeping her promise to an orc, she chose the latter.It was her choice that saved the unfinished Durotar from annihilation. "The Queen of Proudmoore," said Rexxar, "is always on the side of justice." Birx shook his head: "Your confidence is touching, Moko Nassar, but it's in the wrong place. Do you really think that a woman can change the evil nature of human beings that has remained unchanged for decades? They attack us and kill us. Us, and enslave us! Do you really think that all this can be changed just because of a few words from one person?" "But one person's words changed the orcs," Rexxar said, "That person is now standing in front of you as the chief, don't you even doubt him?" Birx was speechless: "Of course not, but—" Obviously, Thrall has made a decision.He sat back on the throne and decisively interrupted Burks. "I know what Jaina can control, I know her heart. She will never betray us. If there are such poisonous snakes in her country, the orc tribe and the powerful mages on this continent will join forces to eradicate them. Wait for her Set up the Thunder Lizard, and I will talk to her about the Burning Blade Clan." Thrall turned and stared at Burks closely, "We must not break our promise, understand?" "Yes, Chief."