Orgrimmar is even more powerful than I thought.

Her predecessor had a lot of knowledge about architecture, and combined with her experience and insights in her previous life, Vanessa's vision of urban architecture is definitely second to none in this era.

If Iron Fortress is the son of the mountains, a treasure among the mountains and fields, and a gift from the earth, then Stormwind City is the crystallization of human art, a picture that perfectly combines art, architecture and human nature.

Orgrimmar was completely different from the two cities above. Before entering the city, Vanessa heard the deafening sound of war drums. The drums were very loud and many, and the drums were full of strange rhythms. Every blow from the drumstick seemed to hit the soldiers' hearts. As they got closer, the sound of hitting metal and the roar of orc warriors during training also came into her ears.

Orcs also recognize honor and believe that honor is far greater than their own lives. Even if this method of honor is not the same as the honor mentioned by human paladins, they still follow their simple values ​​and pass on this tradition from generation to generation.

This orc or the main city of the tribe is like its people, rough and barbaric, but in addition to violence, it has a primitive beauty that penetrates deep into the bones.

The huge stone towers became an indestructible city wall, and thick logs were tied into a ball, standing on both sides, becoming a warning whistle tower.

The teeth of unknown beasts stand upside down on the road, forming a three-dimensional horse-repelling feeling.

Orcs rode by the wolf, and there were goblin airships unloading supplies in the distance. Orgrimmar's first impression on Vanessa was that they were busy, and everyone seemed to have a job here.

"Old Mu, do you think they will not be bad for us, right? I am your friend." Although I think the tribe under Thrall was very rational, Vanessa was still a little upset now, she was already observing the escape route

Lao Mu is naturally her newly recognized friend of the Taurus. This guy mooed every day. A day ago, this guy pointed at his nose and Vanessa only knew his name. He heard that the sound was probably Mu Yue, so she didn't know the specific pronunciation.

This name doesn't sound like the name of a Tatee. She even thought a little maliciously, was the druid who was still unconscious and saw the Tatee mooing every day, so he tried to save trouble and took the homonym of this Mu Yue's name?

Lao Mu shook his head, and his broad shoulders subconsciously shrank inward. It was obvious that he was not as kind to the tribe and orcs as his fellow villagers. His caution was several times stronger than Vanessa.

A human, a coma bald night elves, and a tauren who can't speak Mandarin, the team is so weird that it looks like it is. The intersection patrol quickly handed them over to an old orc.

The reason why Vanessa judged that the other party was an old orc was because her beard was white, which was very rare among orcs who were proud of dying on the battlefield.

The other party looked at them one by one, and the elf was still unconscious. He could not see the reason for the coma. The Taurus was very nervous, as if the old orc was about to eat him. These two were obviously not good people to talk to.

Even though Vanessa kept pointing at the Tauren with expressionless face, signaling that she could ask this guy if she had any questions, the old orc still turned her eyes to her.
Chapter completed!