Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

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(This chapter contains official historical content, mainly to explain the background of the orcs)

You may have never seen a land like this, with blue sky, white clouds, and wind and grass.When you open your eyes, you will see bright green, running cleft-hoof cattle, and flat and vast fertile grassland.The land is lush, vibrant, and endlessly peaceful.

This is where I was born. This is Delano.

In the past, it was truly a paradise-like beauty. Many of our races lived peacefully on this peaceful land without war.Each race lives in harmony, respects each other, and lives happily.

I belong to a clan of orcs, one of the two largest races in the world.But our nature is peaceful and comfortable, and we have never had a civil war. Because the orcs are not sociable, there is no unified country.Each of our clans lives separately, with its own traditions, its own customs, its own costumes, its own stories, and, of course, its own shaman.We farmed, hunted, and played on our own land without any disputes.

Orc clans generally do not disturb each other, so the two festivals every year are the times that we children look forward to the most. One is in spring and the other is in autumn. All orc clans will gather together and come to the holy land of "Soul Mountain" Woshu. At ancient feet, we celebrate the day when day and night are of equal length.

No one can tell how long this holiday tradition has been around.Challenges and duels are nothing new at festivals, but truly angry fights have never broken out here.If someone does lose their temper—which does happen with so many people gathered together—the shamans will advise the person involved to resolve the matter peacefully, and if they can't, they will be ordered to leave the sacred site.

I once thought about becoming a sacred shaman in the future. They are noble and kind, and can communicate with the sounds of nature and heaven and earth. That must be a very beautiful thing, right?

Unfortunately, my ideas died when I grew up.

I don’t know when it started, the orcs slowly changed, including me of course. Our originally peaceful hearts began to long for battle and destruction.What is the reason?Some say this is because of our great shaman Ner'zhul, who secretly spread the desire to kill and wildness to us.

Of course I don't believe this nonsense!

But, no matter what, I feel that the friends around me have indeed slowly changed.Later, a young orc named Gul'dan became the most powerful among us. He taught the other young orcs the mysterious magic he had learned, and many people followed him through temptation.It was indeed a powerful force, a brand new magic, and the ability to summon demons for one's own use.

The clan's shamans began to warn the orcs that it was a terrible, deathly energy that would destroy us sooner or later.However, shamanism was already declining at this time, and not many people would listen to their words.

Gul'dan established a mysterious organization, and everything about that organization is puzzling.However, with the help of that organization, more and more orcs began to practice sorcery and magic, and almost all orc clans began to become violent and dark.Moreover, something even more terrifying happened. When more and more orcs began to practice sorcery and magic, the peaceful and vibrant land began to become dark and withered.

As time goes by, the vast grassland land left to us orcs to thrive has gradually shrunk, and there is red wasteland everywhere.Demonic energy is slowly destroying the world.

We became increasingly violent and aggressive, eventually building grand arenas where our people honed their killing skills and experienced war and death.In that crazy era, I also went crazy, because only the strongest winner will be favored by the people.

During this period, a small number of clan chiefs expressed strong dissatisfaction with the degradation of the race. Among them, Durotan, the chief of the Frostwolf clan, warned that the orcs had lost themselves and were in hatred and rage.However, his warnings went unheeded, and the chieftains of some powerful clans - such as Grom Hellscream of the Warsong Clan - stepped forward to welcome this new era of war and conquest.

Then, finally one day, Gul'dan summoned all the clan chiefs and gave them a drink of the raging blood of a demon.Except for Durotan, all the clan chiefs drank the violent blood under the leadership of Grom Hellscream, and thus completely handed over their fate and their clans to the unknown future.

In the days that followed, the chiefs unconsciously spread their desire for conquest to their compatriots who absolutely trusted them. The orcs were completely engulfed by this bloodthirsty curse, and the clans united into a unified, unstoppable tribe.

The leader of the tribe is a fallen orc named Blackhand, but everyone and I understand that he is just a puppet of Gul'dan.

We began a war that took the entire Draenor by storm.In just a few months, we defeated all our enemies and even completely eradicated the largest race besides us, the draenei.

Only a small number of draenei are still hiding from our killings.

Although I occasionally felt empty, we had a great time most of the time and considered it the greatest honor of being an orc!

War has become our life, our everything.

With no enemies left, we begin civil war.

But the civil war didn't start for a while, and Gul'dan announced a new order.He said he discovered a whole new world where animals he had never seen before were grazing.As far as the eye can see, there are healthy trees standing everywhere.

There is the most fertile land, the most delicious sweet springs, and the most enemies.A beautiful land ripe for the taking...

All the orcs are going crazy!

We crave plunder, war and blood.

So, in order to go to that new world, all the orcs made intensive preparations.

It seems that there are people in that world who are helping us. With their help, we built a huge arched portal.Looking from the ground, the portal is dark, with a whirlpool of stars, like a crazy night sky...

The roar was deafening and the crowd pushed forward.

We're in Azeroth...

This world is indeed as delicious and delicate as Gul'dan said, and we can't wait to start a war.But Gul'dan stopped us. He said that the enemies in this world are very powerful and we must be fully prepared before we can act.

Therefore, we could only suppress our impatience, make preparations, and wait for the arrival of the large army.

That weird Frostwolf clan that was completely different from us was expelled by us. They were really useless and never wanted to fight. We don't need such partners...

And soon...

We'll be ready...