I have a shop in Azeroth

Today, a year later, Wu Yue still maintains the habit of handling the kingdom's political affairs with Bettina. During this year's training, Wu Yue gradually got used to this monotonous, boring and complicated affairs. Occasionally, he would take time to participate in small wars with Has to ensure that his combat capability would not decline.

"Recently, a lot of refugees have flowed into Alterac." Wu Yue muttered as he looked at the document in his hand. This was a document sent by the Dawn Guard sent by Tenastan. After Bettina came to power, Tenastan became the guard general of the territory of the Kingdom of Alterac, leading the Dawn Guard to deal with dangers within the territory and prevent invasion by foreign enemies. In modern times, he is commonly known as the Minister of Defense.

Of course, there's no such position in Azeroth, but Tennerstein's role roughly mirrors this. Wu Yue pondered over the document for a moment. He had already learned of the Stormwind Kingdom's fall through the murlocs he was monitoring, and he had also dispatched some of them to rescue as many of the people as possible and transport them to the northern part of the Eastern Kingdoms.

"It seems that the refugees have arrived, and Lothar's fleet should be arriving in Southsea Town soon." Wu Yue guessed that the history of the continent of Azeroth has not deviated much from the original. Wu Yue guessed that this should be due to the bronze dragon's credit. Otherwise, Medivh had been tormented like this by him, but history remained unchanged. This is obviously unreasonable, but Wu Yue is not sure how the bronze dragon did it for the time being.

"It looks like the orcs will soon attack the next kingdom." Wu Yue has never forgotten the orcs' massacre of humans since he came to this world. Although this does not mean that every orc is unforgivable, he will not forget the evil deeds committed by the orcs. However, Wu Yue does not want to face them alone. This is not the responsibility of the Kingdom of Alterac alone.

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The continent of Azeroth, which shares the same name as the world of Azeroth, once housed one of the most powerful human kingdoms, the Kingdom of Stormwind. However, now, the original kingdom has become a ruin, with countless orcs wandering wantonly on its ruins. They broke into houses, and once they saw the surviving humans, they immediately began to slaughter them.

The shrill screams echoed across the land of the kingdom, and in the end, only cold corpses and blood were left, and finally burned to ashes by the merciless fire.

Orgrim was walking in the streets of Stormwind City at this time, followed by two of his most trusted confidants, both of whom were elite warriors of the Blackrock Clan. Orgrim, or the new Warchief, looked at the burning city, and his heart seemed to be burning as well. He successfully replaced Blackhand as the Warchief of the Horde during Gul'dan's sudden coma.

But he discovered a sad fact. Even if he became the chief, he could not immediately change the current situation of the orcs. The tribesmen had been too deeply affected by the demon's blood. The tribal ethos and the deepest soul of every orc were deeply affected. All he could do now was to try his best to guide them, guide them, so that they could pick up their former shamanic ways and make the tribal clans peaceful again.

He had already started trying, but with little success, so Orgrim wanted to find the Frostwolf Clan that was once exiled by Gul'dan. Orgrim remembered that after coming to Azeroth, Durotan's clan had picked up the shamanic tradition again, and when they were exiled, the Frostwolf Clan already had quite a few shamans.

Orgrim had a rough idea of their location; it seemed to be somewhere north, in a place called the Kingdom of Alterac. After making the necessary arrangements, Orgrim planned to take a few elite troops and head north to search for the Frostwolves. This was essential for Orgrim's quest to escape the influence of the warlocks.

"Hmm!" While looking around, Orgrim saw an orc walking towards him. The orc ran very fast, as if he had something urgent to do, and quickly came to Orgrim's side.

"Great Chief, our ships were destroyed by a group of basilisks." The orc said anxiously. Those ships were the key to Orgrim's journey to the north.

Orgrim's rough brown brows knitted together as he asked the soldier:

"Why did they attack our ships? Was there any conflict between us?"

"They said they wanted to meet you, and they used a strange thing to let us know all this."

Although the orc was puzzled, he still conveyed the original words of the basilisk. This was also what made him feel strange. He had never heard the language of the basilisk before, and he didn't even know how he knew what the basilisk meant.

"Let's go and take a look!" Orgrim decided to go and see for himself. He couldn't make an accurate judgment based on these words alone.

The shipyard is not far away, or rather, it is near Stormwind City. Orgrim chose to build ships here because it was originally one of the shipyards in Stormwind Kingdom.

At this moment, a group of snake-like, human-like monsters, walking with long, thin tails, occupied this place. After seeing this, Orgrim calmly walked forward. Among the basilisks, or naga, a strong male naga saw Orgrim and swung his thick tail and moved forward a little.

After the two sides advanced to a certain distance, they stopped at the same time. A ray of arcane light flashed in the male Naga's hand. Orgrim was slightly alert, but then he felt his mind become much cooler. Then the male Naga said

"Orc Chieftain, we have been waiting for you for a long time"

Orgrim remained calm, and after getting used to the cool feeling in his head, he responded without giving in.

"Your way of greeting is truly unique. You massacred my people and destroyed all the ships we built. I think my people will be satisfied with your falling heads."

The male Naga could obviously understand Orgrim's words. He wagged his tail and showed contempt on his face.

"Then you'd better think carefully, orc. You can't keep us here, and we are here because we have a common enemy."

Orgrim remained silent. These Nagas did not seem to be coming to form an alliance. The male Naga continued,

"Our enemy is both at sea and on land. He is also the enemy you have to face. As for his forces on land, we hope you can eliminate them."

These words sounded more like an order than a request, but this did not prevent Orgrim from continuing the negotiations. He would not give up the benefits that were within his grasp just because of some verbal ridicule.

"So what can you offer us? Don't tell me you just want us to help you."

The male Naga responded

"I will provide you with help on the sea. When you fight in the sea, with us, you will be invincible!"

Orgrim thought about it and felt that this was a good choice. Although he was a little annoyed, he still chose to agree.

"Very well, Serpent Man, but get out of here now, and don't let me see you again, or your head will be hung on the orcish banner."

The male Naga didn't pay attention to these words. He led the other Nagas and swam underwater quickly. After a while, the entire shipyard became empty.