The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

I am Broxigar the Red Axe, Broxigar Saurfang, a warrior of the Blackrock clan.

However, many orcs always like to call me Brox, and the surname Saurfang does not seem to belong to me.

Varok Saurfang, he is not only my brother, he has also been the "lieutenant" of the warchief.

Varok has outranked me ever since we drank the demon's blood, but I've never felt otherwise.

This may be the difference between a warrior and an officer. I have always been just a warrior, a traditional orc warrior who advocates glory.

I hesitated to leave my hometown which was gradually being destroyed by fel energy, but this was the order of the great chief.

As for the chieftains at that time, Chieftain Blackhand of Blackrock… Chieftain Blackhand.

All his orders are "supreme", at least he is full of glory when he is not controlled by Gul'dan.

Ogres have always been the mortal enemy of us orcs. Our Blackrock Clan was once trapped in our Blackrock Foundry by the ogre army.

That day, Blackhand picked up Doomhammer from the hot magma again - the weapon that Orgrim had given up because of the prophecy of his ancestors.

The price of losing an arm was cruel, but it also brought glory to Blackhand and enabled him to gain the inherited knowledge of forging.

So, with the help of the knowledge passed down by the Doomhammer family, we obtained new equipment and defeated the ogres who besieged us.

The Blackrock Clan... On that day we officially became the Blackrock Clan, Blackhand's Blackrock Clan.

The day he ascended the throne was as glorious as the day he became a puppet.

My poor brother, Blackhand was contaminated by fel energy, lost his own will, and became a puppet of Gul'dan.

It was not until Orgrim took the initiative to initiate the Mak'gora that he was freed from that puppet's non-self state.

At that moment, I saw him, his eyes that seemed to be relieved...

Because of Gul'dan, my once prosperous homeland, Draenor, began to rapidly decay and die.

But perhaps this is the fate of us orcs. Our glorious traditions make it difficult for us to discover these conspiracies hidden in the water.

In order to find a new home, we started another bloody massacre.

Just like we once slaughtered the Draenei and other wanderers, no matter what kind of creature it was, it became the evil power that opened the Dark Portal.

Orgrim and Durotan, the orcs were right.

Using the power of fel to invade other worlds will not bring us a suitable new home.

Fel energy is disorderly and full of desire for destruction. From the moment the Dark Portal appeared in Azeroth, even if I...

I seemed to hear the wailing of the earth, just like the orc shaman once did, "listening" to the wailing of Draenor.

I watched with my own eyes as the evil energy permeated the earth, just like the home I could never return to, destroying the earth, the rich earth, indiscriminately.

Almost all the orcs felt the painful howling, but we plundered along the way with the intention of looking for...invasion.

Lives died before our eyes, and the armor and high walls that the people of Storm Kingdom had been so proud of were easily destroyed by us.

My battle axe, following my footsteps, slaughtered countless lives.

Boars, Frostwolves... Ogres, Gronn... Draenei, Humans... Trolls, Elves...

Food is a necessity for orcs to survive in Draenor.

In Draenor, enemies who threaten the orcs' survival are asking for it.

The other innocent people who died here... were undoubtedly unfortunate.

Waging a bloody war is one of the sources of our failure...

In other words, this is the main reason why we are bound to fail in both our wars with humans and our wars with humans, dwarves, gnomes and elves.

The blood curse had a huge impact on the war situation at that time, but in the pain of the curse, I gradually woke up.

Anduin Lothar is undoubtedly a glorious warrior.

After the battle that decided the fate of our tribe, many of my compatriots and I believed we were doomed.

However, humans let us go and threw us into the arena - the orc shelter.

Physical fatigue and the food given by humans are trying to make us slaves, but that is impossible!

Although I never thought that bloodlust and killing were glorious after I sobered up, I brought this guilt upon myself and I gave up resisting.

Mental torture is sometimes far more painful than physical torture.

Even after I was rescued from the shelter by Chieftain Thrall, I was still filled with self-blame and shame.

Glory, I have abandoned the glory that I have always held on to...the glory that is engraved in my blood and bones.

However, Chieftain Thrall has given orcs like me a rare opportunity.

Although the suffering we orcs have endured is what we deserve, we will change under his leadership and find our new home.

Yes... no matter how much blood we are covered in, we all want to find a new home.

Draenor, most likely, is gone.

This is Grommash Hellscream, and he brings news - Ner'zhul has betrayed the orcs.

The tribe that now gathers under the great chief Thrall is a new tribe, a new tribe that vows to regain its glory.

Although in the end, Orgrim destroyed the Horde with Doomhammer, Doomhammer also reshaped a new Horde.

Doomhammer is no longer the symbol of the Blackrock Clan, it has become the symbol of the Great Chieftain of the Horde, the glorious symbol of the highest authority of the orcs.

The new tribe, from which I will find my glory.

For the sake of my compatriots, I will fulfill my duty as a warrior and embrace the true glory of our orcs!

To die on the battlefield is noble and glorious, and for the continuation of the orc race...

Dying on the battlefield for the continuation of my race is undoubtedly the most noble and glorious thing I can see and do!

Following Warchief Thrall, we rediscovered our shamanic traditions.

With the leadership of Chieftain Thrall, we rescued other compatriots who were willing to follow us to find a new home and liberated all the orc shelters!

Although many of our brethren were left behind in the Frostwolf Clan, it was necessary, as the road ahead of us is long and deadly.

We, the warriors of the tribe, will explore the thorny road ahead for them and try to embrace true glory.

In Nanhai Town, we did not make too many intrusions, nor did we carry out as many massacres and lootings as we did in the past.

After rescuing Grommash and other orcs captured by humans, we boarded the stolen ship and headed for the mysterious continent of Kalimdor.

According to the prophecy... the guidance of a prophet, there is a brand new home for us orcs.

This time, with Chieftain Thrall, we will not repeat the same mistakes.

I believe that our generation's descendants will be born into a new home.

They will all be glorious Horde orcs, not Horde butchers like us, orc butchers pursuing glory.

The process of realizing a wish is always tortuous.

We passed by the human navy... on the edge of the Kul Tiras kingdom as the chieftain said, and were considered invaders.

We think our new tribe is different, but the sins we, the old tribe, have committed are difficult to atone for.

War brings suffering... The life I have experienced so far has made me almost dependent on war to survive.

The sea is an insurmountable obstacle for an orc like me who has basically never set foot in the sea.

The pursuit of the human navy saddened us, but some of our compatriots embraced the glory of this escape.

However, this pursuit also makes us angry, and the new tribe will not accept any form of enemy attack.

Now, anyone who dares to attack us, we will fight back bravely and make them dare not attack again.

Peace requires war, and peace requires that the enemy dare not start a war at will, and dare not pursue us at will.

There are dangers everywhere at sea, and the "sea monsters" of Azeroth are even more terrifying than the legends of Draenor.

Although some of our compatriots have taken credit for the glory, we have been moving forward towards our new homeland, traveling west and across the sea.

Heading westward, our destination is the western continent of Kalimdor, where our hope lies.

Not long ago, we had a fierce battle with the human navy, whose arrogance had suddenly increased.

But this battle was not fought between two sides, an unusual and terrible storm swept all of us on both sides.

Because of this storm, some of my compatriots were trapped in the sea and disappeared.

Some of my compatriots, like me, stayed with the main force, aided by the shamanic spells of Warchief Thrall.

Some of my brethren moved from the sea or other parts of the archipelago toward the Great Warchief's location to gather and confront the Terran navy that had established outposts on the archipelago.

Our plan for these relentless navies is to take the lead and gradually eliminate their strongholds from the surrounding areas.

With the help of the Darkspear trolls, we became more familiar with the archipelago, and the troll outposts helped us gain a clear view.

So, Chieftain Thrall and Grommash divided themselves into two teams, one on the left and one on the right, harassing the navy patrols and gradually expanding their results.

Varok and I led our troops to ambush, waiting for the chief to lead his troops to retreat or successfully repel the navy, and then ambush them at the original ambush point.

Unfortunately, things did not go as planned, and the tide mentioned by the navy gave them a revelation.

Not only were the sentry guards influenced by a mysterious force, giving us false illusions, but we were also tricked by the human navy.

Grommash's troops, who attacked first, did not find any enemy at all, and some simple watchtowers even had only empty campfires.

There was also an assassination team that followed Samuro and quietly came to the core of the human navy outpost, but they only saw some leftover debris.

The human navy abandoned their outposts and gathered their forces to besiege Chieftain Thrall, attempting to kill this chieftain who was favored by all spirits.

However, with the help of the Spirit of Wind, we quickly regrouped our scattered forces and marched towards the new battlefield.

We all understand one thing about this battle.

If we don't completely destroy these pursuing human navy, our tribe's journey to find a new home will never end.

When we arrived at the final battlefield, another accident happened.

The evil shadow that the Great Chief mentioned is staring at us. If we continue to fight to the death with humans, both sides will suffer losses.

The will of all spirits was blinded by the evil shadow at that moment, and the message from the Water Spirit was wrong.

That massive amount of holy light, the sudden descent of holy light, made many of our warriors tremble with fear.

Even though our combat instincts tell us that we are not in much danger, we have never seen the Light being...

Even the Draenei we have seen and the Naaru who protect the Draenei don't seem to be so scary.

Taking shape quickly, those walls became more than just walls... harmless walls of Holy Light.

Often the most harmless is the greatest danger.

This young human knight is definitely not a weakling, as he can defeat Grommash Hellscream head-on.

His power was strong enough, and the mages he brought were also strong enough, and those cannon muzzles blocked the retreat of Chieftain Thrall in an instant.

The betrayal of most water spirits dealt a heavy blow to our morale... The new enemies also include shamans.