The month of labor, also known as the month of farming.
It is a thousand-year-old festival for the orcs, right after the end of the hunting month.
Once upon a time in the world of Draenor, orcs would hold a grand bonfire gathering after the beginning of the month of cultivation to listen to the teachings and guidance of the old shamans of their tribes.
Now that he has settled in the world of Azeroth, he has escaped the depravity of demon blood, and has regained his former noble sanity and shamanic traditions, so under the strong impetus of the Grand Chief of Thrall, the bonfire gathering that has not been held for many years has been organized again.
However, this time, unlike in Draenor, Grand Chief Sal, who is very business-talented, continues to invite the alliance and other neutral forces to participate in it.
Of course, this is not a cultural invasion, and everyone is just here to experience the fun of this exotic style.
Orgrimmar has recently become a cosmopolitan city where all races can be seen on the streets, which has greatly boosted the commercial economy of Orgrimmar City.
Gamor walked out of the inn, he was an ordinary minotaur.
All right...
To be precise, he is a somewhat cowardly minotaur.
His strength is not strong, which also leads to his lack of courage all the time.
A few months ago, he came to Orgrimmar from his hometown of the Mogaure steppes to try to find a quiet and ordinary job.
But he has not found anything so far, and usually only does manual work in the docks, and now lives in Orgrimmar's Dragon's Tail Inn.
He is often bullied by adventurers for a variety of reasons.
But Gammor never resisted once, and he knew that the adventurers looked down on him.
A strong minotaur, even if you don't have any strong strength, you can always go to the army and be an ordinary soldier The battle of the Northern Expedition to Northrend is in full swing at the moment, but you are shrinking back in Orgrimmar, what a coward There was a burst of scolding, and Gamore was thrust aside.
It was two human soldiers, swearing at themselves.
Oh, and it seems that the carriages of the human nobles have also come to participate in the bonfire gatherings of the tribes.
Gamore didn't refute anything, because he was too engrossed, so he got in the way of others, so bear with it Walking outside the city, a group of wolf cavalry roared past and rushed towards the city.
Gammor looked back enviously, and he felt that he would never be able to step on the wolf without fear like these brave orc-wolf cavalry, and accept bloody battles on the battlefield again and again.
The outside of Orgrimmar is also crowded with people.
Not far away, on the hillside, a huge bonfire has been set up, and tonight it will be lit, and creatures from all over the world will sit around to eat, drink, and compete together.
Gammor suddenly ran to the side of the road as he saw a convoy of Night Elves approaching the docks.
The markings on the carriage were a silver mechanical bow and arrow, which was supposed to be the emblem of the Ghost Ranger of Aurelia the Queen of the Night.
A group of Holy Army fanatics rode on the backs of Arcane Spiders, protecting the wagon.
Behind the carriage, there was also a large four-legged mechanical creation, the Chosen Immortal.
Gammor is a little afraid, the Holy Cult Army, a group of cold-blooded madmen, is famous all over the world, and they can kill anyone for the glory of the Titan God Emperor.
Not to mention himself, even those adventurers who are not afraid of the sky and the earth are also flashing to the side at this moment and obediently giving way to the road.
Gamore was a little disdainful.
Laugh at...
I thought that you adventurers were not afraid of anything, how could you see the murderous team of the Holy Sect Army, and you were instigated so quickly.
It seems that the wicked still need to be grinded by the wicked, and this is an immutable truth.
At the city gate, the Grand Chief of Sal was already waiting there, and when he saw the convoy of the Holy Cult Army coming, he immediately showed a smile.
"Welcome to Orgrimmar, Queen Aurelia, and you are all the more welcome to our tribe's bonfire gathering."
Aurelia jumped lightly from the carriage to the ground, smiling and nodding to Thrall.
"Sarodar wanted to come in person, but because Ulduar's matter was urgent, I came for him."
"Haha, welcome to you, this is the eldest son of the legendary god next to me, it's the first time I've seen a real person, haha."
Thrall's large, strong hand and the armor hand of the eldest son of the god grasped it, nodding to each other.
Not far away, Gamor stared at the eldest son of the god in heavy armor and the giant energy hammer behind him.
The eldest son of the heavily armed god had a battle flag behind his back, and the sharp eyeball emblem of the Holy Cult Army fluttered in the wind.
As if sensing Gamor's gaze, the eldest son of the god jerked back and stared at Gamor not far away.
Gamore immediately scratched his head, turned and continued walking towards the docks.
He didn't want to get into trouble, especially if he was a high-ranking figure in the Holy Sect Army, he would definitely not end well if he was targeted by the leaders of this group of cold-blooded madmen.
And recently, I heard that this group of holy cult troops has branched out into a legion called the Inquisition.
The members of the Inquisition Legion are all heavy fanatics, and the mid-to-senior officers are all the eldest sons of the heavy gods.
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They wore extremely heavy dark gold armor, two shoulder armors covered with spikes, a sharp eye of truth embroidered on their chest, and various reliefs carved in other key parts.
Each of them had a towering battle flag behind their backs, a giant energy hammer in one hand and a repeating energy gun in the other.
For the sake of the God Emperor is their only slogan, and they are also the most elite legion of the Holy Cult Army.
Arriving at the docks, Gamore began the day's heavy work.
The mountains of materials for the Northern Expedition needed to be carried onto the ship by their laborers.
Or the ship returning from Northrend carries boxes of loot and specialties from the Northlands.
It's a war bonus, and Gammor has only recently heard the term.
These war dividends greatly improved the standard of living of the native people of the Union and the Tribes.
Lower commodity prices, more choices, and more favorable business investment are very happy even for the workers at the docks.
After a busy and tiring day, Gamore sat on a hillside, blowing the night sea breeze, looking at the large bonfire that had been lit not far away, and the incomparably lively sea of people there.
"Minotaur, you crave power" A deep voice appeared in Gamor's head.
Garmor jerked to his feet and looked behind him.
It was the eldest son of the god during the day, and his golden eyes were now watching him.
"I...
Yes...
I want to be strong, I want to prove that I'm not a bully. ” Gamore clenched his fists, hesitated, and said what he thought.
"I see your heart longing for strength ...
Believe in Our Lord and you will gain strength to prove yourself. ” "I...
I will never betray the tribe," Gamor resisted the temptation and yelled loudly at the firstborn of the gods.
The eldest son of the god shook his head, "Admirable loyalty, but you don't need to betray the tribe, believe in our lord, you can still serve the tribe."
All you need is to spread the glory of our Lord and let the new birth of the dawn shine on all of Azeroth. ” Gamor's heart was moved, as long as he didn't betray the tribe, it wasn't impossible to believe in the Titan God.
Someday ...
You can say it with pride ...
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