An orc who traveled Draenor like him...

A young orc named Thrall."

"!?"

Even though Blake was prepared, his eyes still widened when he heard this outrageous news.

The smelly pirate said in a weird tone:

"Didn't you draw your sword and strike at him when we first met? When did Alsace's temper become so good?"

"He cut it."

Old Fording said awkwardly:

"In the slums of Shattrath City, Arthas was defrauded of money by a cunning and fallen arakkoa. When he went to argue, he happened to meet Thrall, who had also been defrauded of money by arakkoa.

The two of them started fighting on the spot on the territory of the Crow Man Gang.

The orc was quite powerful, and Arthas failed to kill him, but the two of them angered the arakkoa gang, and were hunted by a group of arakkoa, so they had to work together to escape.

They ran to the Tianya Tavern again to plan a duel.

But when we found Arthas, he was already drunk. He had a quarrel with the orc in the tavern and was thrown into prison by the Shattrath City defense army.

Alas, what a strange story.

But that orc Thrall is different from other orcs.

I don't know how to describe him. Although he has the appearance of an orc, his conversation and temperament make him look like an orthodox little human aristocrat.

I think this is probably why Alsace can tolerate him.

In short, when I returned to Azeroth with the lightforged knowledge gifted by the prophet, Arthas had already gone to the Nagrand grasslands with Thrall.

Thrall went to meet an old orc grandmother who was said to be highly respected in the local area, and Arthas went to find the Holy Land of the Burning Blade clan, a place called Havalor.

He didn't know who the damn bastard had been bewitched, and he wanted to learn the way of the orc's sword master.

Oh, right."

Old Fording seemed to have remembered something, he patted his forehead and said:

"Prophet Velen also made a prophecy specifically for Arthas and Thrall, but the result of the prophecy was very strange.

Viren told me that the fate of the two children had been reversed, and he said it was a very clever method.

He said that one of the two children was pulled back to the bright world from a tragic and desolate situation, while the other was pushed back to the warm world of mortals from a great lonely sacrifice.

He guessed it was you who did it."

The great knight stared at Black closely and said:

"I don't know Thrall, but you must have predicted the fate of Arthas and changed it during the Battle of Dalaran, right?"

"I didn't just change him."

Black shrugged, reached out and drew a circle around Cenarion Fortress behind him, and said:

"Everyone who comes here has been changed by me, including you, Lord Fording. You all owe me a favor, but I will not ask you to repay it.

At least not now.

Oops, this stinky Velen is really talkative and annoying. How could he just tell other people about this kind of communication between prophets? Didn't he realize...

Am I trying to change his fate too?

So annoying."

Blake seemed to have lost interest in conversation.

He stood up and asked Old Fording one last question.

"What happened to the alliance between the draenei and the orcs? Was it led by Velen or Ner'zhul?"

"It was Ner'zhul who proposed it."

Fording replied:

"I happened to witness that incident. In Shattrath City, the Shadowmoon orcs sent an envoy to meet with Velen, and Ner'zhul admitted the terrible crimes the orcs had committed against the draenei.

He said that if they could survive the demon attack, he would make amends to the draenei.

Velen's followers were furious.

However, the prophet himself accepted Ner'zhul's request for alliance, and the Naaru also expressed their support. It is possible that the prophet saw a terrible future from the prophecy.

Anyway, that's a very important thing.

But judging from my many years of experience, the alliance between them is still at a verbal level. The hatred between the orcs and the draenei is too terrible.

The greenskins and humans are fighting to the death, and there is an eternal enmity between them and the draenei.

It's not that easy to truly unite against the enemy.

However, the arrival of the demons is a good opportunity. According to the speed at which the demons are conquering the world of Draenor, it will be impossible for both sides to unite.

Moreover, I also saw the black dragon in Shattrath City!"

The great knight said in a puzzled tone:

"I have absolutely no idea when those black dragons crossed the Dark Portal, but they seem to be trying to reach some kind of alliance with the forces of Shattrath City.

It is said that they were also attacked by demons in Gorgrond, and even the most savage ogres had to join forces with the black dragon.

Those black dragon messengers also said that the despicable demons killed their princess.

But I clearly saw it last night..."

"Shh!"

Blake raised his finger, put it to his mouth, made a silent gesture, and said:

"You didn't see anything last night, Lord Knight. Okay, I know everything I need to know. It's your prayer time soon. Go and pray to the Holy Light.

I hope that the great Holy Light can prevent the demons from burning, killing and looting in our world, and can delay it for at least a few days. The preparations we have made are far from enough."

After saying that, the pirate waved goodbye to Fording in a friendly manner, then turned and walked towards the idiot Finna.

Old Fording looked at Black's figure. He felt that the stinky pirate must have a lot of things to hide in his heart, but Velen seemed to be the same way.

The prophets are indeed a bunch of guys who like to keep silent on important matters.

The great knight shook his head, turned around and walked towards the fortress.

It was getting dark and he really wanted to start praying.

But ten minutes later, the serious-looking Grand Knight came out again. He came to Black, who was having a heated discussion with Little Star about various legends of Draenor, and whispered to him:

"My Majesty calls you over, Blake."

"I'm busy."

The stinky pirate said without looking back:

"This stupid little Xingxing doesn't believe that there is a monster in the world that can strangle a black dragon with bare hands. I must correct her stupid idea."

"You must go there immediately!"

Fording put his hand on Black's shoulder and said with emphasis:
Chapter completed!