Orgrimmar is bigger than expected.

With a lot of architectural knowledge in her previous life, plus her previous experience and insight, Vanessa's vision of urban architecture is definitely second to none in this era.

If it is said that Ironforge is the son of the mountains, the treasure of the mountains, and the gift of the earth. Then Stormwind City is the crystallization of human art, a picture scroll that perfectly combines art, architecture and human nature.

Orgrimmar is completely different from the above two cities. Before entering the city, Vanessa heard the deafening sound of war drums. The drums are very big and there are many. The drums have a strange rhythm. The blow seemed to strike deep in the soldier's heart. As she got closer, the sound of banging metal and the roar of orc warriors during training also reached her ears.

Orcs also recognize honor, and believe that honor is far greater than their own lives. Even though this honor method is different from the honor spoken by human paladins, they still follow their own simple values ​​and pass this tradition down from generation to generation.

The main city of this orc or tribe is just like its people, rough and savage, but in addition to violence, it is full of primitive beauty that goes deep into the bone marrow.

Huge stones were built high to form an impenetrable city wall, and thick logs were bundled into a ball, standing on both sides, becoming guard towers.

The teeth of the unknown beast stand upside down on the road, forming a three-dimensional refusal horse.

Orcs whizzed by on their wargs, and there were goblin airships unloading supplies in the distance. The first impression Orgrimmar gave Vanessa was that it was busy, and everyone seemed to have a job here.

"Old Mu, do you think they won't do us any harm? I'm your friend." Although she thinks that the tribe under Thrall's rule is rational, Vanessa is still a little nervous now, and she is already observing the escape route. .....

Old Mu is naturally her new tauren friend. This guy mooed every day. Vanessa only knew his name when he pointed to her nose a day ago. From the sound, it was probably called Mu Yue. The specific pronunciation is her It is not clear.

This name doesn't sound like the name of a tauren, she even thought a bit maliciously, is it because the druid who is still in a coma sees the tauren mooing every day, so to save trouble, he chose a homonym and took this Muyo What about the name?

Old Mu shook his head, his broad shoulders shrunk subconsciously. It can be seen that he has no kindness towards tribes and orcs. His vigilance is several times stronger than that of Vanessa.

A human, a comatose bald night elf, plus a tauren who can't speak Mandarin, the composition of this team looks weird, and the crossroads patrol quickly handed them over to an old orc.

The reason why Vanessa judged that the other party was an old orc was because the other party's beard was all white, which was very rare among orcs who were proud of dying in battle.

The other party looked at them one by one, the elf was still in a coma, he couldn't see the reason for the coma, the tauren was very nervous, as if the old orc was going to eat him, these two were obviously not good people to talk to.

Even though Vanessa kept pointing to the tauren with a blank face, indicating that she could ask this guy if she had any questions, the old orc still looked at her.

As soon as the other party spoke, they spoke a heavily accented lingua franca, and Azeroth also has an accent. The lingua franca is divided into regions, and the long culture and customs lead to different accents in different places! Among them, Lordaeron in the north and the Kingdom of Stormwind in the south are the most different. The common language of the old orcs is different from the words spoken by the southerners, and it sounds a bit like northerners.

"Excuse me, are you from Theramore? Is there anything we can help?" The old orc was very polite, but there was also a lot of scrutiny in it.

It's good to be able to communicate, no matter how strong the ability to fool you is, it's useless if you don't understand the language, and now Vanessa finally has a place to play.

Yunshan muttered, and she focused on the druid's need to control the desertification of the barren land, emphasizing that this is a good elf who is unknown and does good deeds without leaving a name, but it is a pity that love is not defeated by conspiracy and tricks. He was despicable by the enemy Conspiracy, still unconscious. I was the soy sauce party who accidentally hit and bumped, and when passing by, sighed the other party's great feelings, so he came to help!

"I can feel your kindness, you are a good man, stranger, can you tell me your name?" the old orc asked.

"Hope."

The other party said nothing, as if waiting to hear her last name.

Vanessa was a little embarrassed. The old knight didn't ask at the beginning because he was worried that the water was relatively deep, and the orcs didn't have this problem. One comes out.

It must be crazy to directly say that he is a member of Menethil's family. It is also a bit inappropriate to say that Van Cleef is a surname. His tribe is also a behemoth that can fight the Alliance for many years, and the intelligence organization must have it.

If she knew her surname was Van Cleef, she might have made some trouble, and it was better to have less than one more thing at this time.

She thought for a while, Vanessa knew that if she hesitated for more than a second, it would arouse the other party's suspicion~lightnovelpub.net~ She quickly reported a name.

"Hope Vanessa Struy." This name doesn't look like a commoner, nor does it look like a great nobleman, neither long nor short, just right.

The other party did not hear the problem.

"I'm Eitrigg, the chief's advisor. It's an honor to meet you, Miss Struy."

"I've been looking forward to it for a long time..."

In the evening Eitrigg brought them the latest news.

The Wailing Cavern was completely in chaos, and the orc scouts couldn't investigate further. They could only see many beasts rushing out of the cave, destroying all the creatures they saw along the way.

"How does this night elf druid wake up? Does he have a way to heal the land?" Eitrigg had a strange impression of this bald elf. After fighting elves for so many years, this was the first time he saw him. As for the bald elf, a wave of distrust emerges from the bottom of his heart...

Vanessa insisted, yes, there must be, there must be!

The awakening work was done by the tauren Muyo, with the help of Eitrigger, and the props needed for the awakening ceremony were quickly assembled.

Only at this time did Vanessa realize that waking up from the Emerald Dream is so complicated and requires professional props. No one reminded her at all...

The awakening process went smoothly, and the nightmares of some murlocs were brought to the material world with the awakening of the night elves.

They swarmed out of the shadows, trying to drag the elven druid back into the nightmare.

The orcs who were protecting and monitoring on the outside didn't use Vanessa at all, and they didn't see the difference between these murlocs and serious murlocs. Just cut a group of materialized murloc nightmares into pieces.