The Draenor Shattered World is regaining prosperity at a slow pace.

Well, I'm not wrong, even though the core of this world is dead, on top of this wreckage, those who remain here, and those who are forced to stay here, are starting to rebuild a new world on this ruin.

Frankly, although Draenor is barren, its territory is half the size of Azeroth, which is larger than the entire continent of Shakan, and includes the Nagrand grasslands, which are extremely habitable and can become a prosperous world if they are willing to be developed.

Moreover, the technology of the large ecological dome traded from the ethereal spirit has been distributed to various forces, and large and small ecological domes have been established in the land of Draenor, but the dominance of the major kingdoms in this world is negligible, and it is essentially more like a federation composed of large and small warbands.

Yes, Illidare and the Guardians occupy the top, and below is a dark jungle of natural selection, so since the end of the invasion war 1 year ago, there have been many people who are not willing to be lonely to enter Draenor on their own initiative, engaged in smuggling, looting and waging small-scale wars.

It's a chaotic world, but for some, it's as good as paradise, and some people with special permission have extended their trade tentacles to faraway Xiakan, such as the Greenskin Goblins, the Hot Sands Consortium, and the Treasure Bay trading post that has been established on the continent of Xiakan.

The merchants are always the most perceptive people, they are more willing to accept new knowledge and new times than rulers, and they will embrace everything for the sake of money.

The world, set to be the frontline battlefield of Azeroth, is thriving in a deformed boom, with the residential quarters of Shattrath City already in short supply, and the loud shouts of the daily market are a little annoying even to Naruadar.

But as in many other places, where there are normal people, there are always crazy people.

Outside of Shattrath, when Naozu tore the earth apart, the land here was desertified because too much life had been sucked up, and it was full of bones left over from that catastrophe, known as the Bone Wilderness, outside of the thriving Teroka Forest, this is a forbidden area for life.

However, few people except the local natives know that in fact, in the deepest part of the Bone Wilderness, there is a glorious palace left by the original Draenei people, Oakington, the city of the dead.

It is said to have been one of the most glorious cities of the Draenei, but it was breached once in the world where the Orcs began to slaughter Draenor, and then the madmen of the Orcs, the Warlocks of the Shadow Council, summoned here a powerful elemental creature they could not control, said to be the Wind Elemental Lord from the Sky Wall.

Sonic Storm - Mormore, this powerful creature is unwilling to give in to the summoner, and in the middle of the battle it does not hesitate to detonate its own energy, completely destroying the whole of Oakington, killing all the refugees who remain here, but their souls are still entrenched in this land full of suffering.

No one in their right mind would want to approach this place, and it is said that even standing in the Bone Wilderness, you can hear the cry of a soul coming from Oakington, but there are always people who don't care about it, or rather, they enjoy the terrible environment.

If the locals come to Oakington to take a look, they will find that the ruins of the half-ruined Draenei city have begun to be rebuilt, and some guys in black and dark red robes and hoods are busy going back and forth through the four floors of ruins, not repairing the city's exterior, but relying on these solid ruins as support.

They are arranging the energy generators needed for large ecological domes.

Yes, from the fierce warhammer on the chest of the robes they were wearing, it can be seen that these guys are Twilight's hammer, a cult that everyone in Azeroth shouts about, but even cultists need a similar living environment, although they shout the supremacy of chaos, they will not want to let them live in hell.

For most of the Twilight Hammer cultists, the chaotic world of Draenor is the best place to survive, where they can wantonly destroy, destroy, and worship the twisted faith, and no one will care about them or interfere with their "freedom of belief".

The common cultists were strictly divided into areas for living, studying, worshipping, and living in the four floors of ruins, which was essential for the archmage-turned-Kel'thugad, while the high-ranking cultists were allowed to live in the well-preserved underground palace beneath the city, where the forbidden knowledge of the Twilight's hammer was kept.

They called it the Hall of Shadows, a fitting name.

There are four underground palaces like this, except for the Hall of Shadows, the rest are occupied by the undead, the crows and the ethereals, but after the invincible mantis demon army driven by the Lord swept through, the remaining three also ended up in the hands of the cultists, and the knowledge left behind by the killed fools, whether it was the Calaxy Council or the Juggernaut himself, was very interested.

But now, they were gathered in the council chamber in the deepest part of the Hall of Shadows, discussing something very important.

"Gentlemen, wise men, commanders. ”

Ker's Sugargard, who had changed back to the black robe he often wore in Dalaran, held his precious cat in his arms and stroked its head as he said,

"The most important task now is to build the ecological dome, Mr. Bigworth hates the environment here, and the environment here is not suitable for my baby... Of course, there are also the cubs of Karaksives, who also need a good environment to grow in. ”

Kel'thugad turned his head to look at the Grand Elder Karakshiva Ik, the wisest elder of Karakshives, and asked,

"Mr. Elder, how is the Kepa Sacred Tree you transplanted growing?"

Ike sparked his terrifying worm brain and let out a buzzing sound, "Good... The devices left behind by the ethereal spirits can gather a large amount of energy, and this energy has been transformed by worm crystals to provide a very good growth environment for the sacred tree, which is very suitable for our survival, except for prey... There are too few prey. ”

"It's okay!"

Kel'thugad snapped his fingers, "We'll soon have enough prey." ”

With that, he reached out and picked up a letter on the table, handed it to the Elder, and then looked at the rulers of the various factions of the Twilight Hammer who were standing respectfully in front of him, and he knocked on the table,

"Guys, it's your own business how you fight among yourself, I can't control it, and I don't want to care about it, but in this bad world, we have to stay together to survive, I want you to remember that, and I just got the news that there is a very good opportunity in front of our eyes. ”

The archmage's voice suddenly rose high,

"Look at you, fools, fighting each other for a little profit, like wild dogs that bite each other for a bone! I never thought that I would inherit such a terrible group, even the most rubbish mage organization in Azeroth, ten thousand times better than you!"

He hurled insults in the most vicious language, but the four guys of different genders and races standing in front of him were not surprised, and everyone knew that the spirit of the Juggernaut was slightly problematic, and under the leadership of the Juggernaut, they had consolidated their power in Draenor, as if they had their own kingdom, which had proven the power of the Juggernaut.

Coupled with those terrifying mantis demons who obeyed the master, no one had the slightest trace of resentment in the master's insults, and they knew that such insults were generally the beginning of a really big event, so everyone cheered up.

Kel'thugad scolded violently for two minutes, and then suddenly came back to his senses, and he looked at the people in front of him with a strange creepy soft gaze,

"Do you really want to be a bully in this damn, spicy chicken, shitty world with nothing? No, no, no... I don't think so, guys, is a Bone Wilderness enough for you? My ideals are very ambitious, and I can't go back to Azeroth, but I can find me a new home... A new planet! You know what I mean?"

"Like Shakan's... We control, we rule, we rule everything, a planet, you didn't come to be cultists to truly serve a crazy, bloodthirsty, grumpy, moody god, right?"

Kel'thugad's slightly purple eyes swept over everyone's eyes, and he saw in the eyes of these fellows a hint of ambition, a hint of excitement, a hint of yearning, and a hint of hesitation.

He nodded in satisfaction, that's it, the conversation between the villains should be more explicit.

"I know what you want, and you know what I want... Twilight's hammer, let that disgusting name be a thing of the past, purge me of all the madmen who really want the destruction of the world, kill them, let them meet their evil gods, and we'll be the rest... We will have it all!"

Kel'thugad stood up, holding the cat in one hand and spreading the other outward, and he seduced with emotion,

"Prepare our fools for war, yes, Argus... Argus has no value, but it's a litmus test, you know? We paid some foolish lives and got a ticket to the starfield, ah, when we have our own ship... Think about it, look up at the stars, guys, what do you see?"

"It's a hunting ground, as long as you have a bow and arrows, as long as you can still pull the bow and arrows, you won't go back empty-handed, everything we want is there... Go ahead, give Twilight's hammer a makeover, well, we've got to come up with a new name..."

Kel'thugad rubbed his chin and took a few steps, and finally shook his hand irritably,

"It's called Twilight's Hammer, it's just a name, hell, what are you doing here?"

"Well, Juggernaut, it's just that the Bloodhammer Ogre who are unwilling to obey Commander Ogrera have recently taken over an area on the edge of the Bone Wilderness... Shall we send them back, or shall we?"

A tall orc asked respectfully with a hint of fear, and the question ignited Kel'thugad's anger,

"Hell, look what kind of idiots I'm all with, send them back? Why send them back? Did Ogrela's ogres give you money? Hell, kill them, extract their souls to make crystals, and then go make a deal with the Night's Watch and come back with a few more things, are you all muscles in your head? Ask me this question next time... I'll drag you to feed the mantis cubs!"

The archmage slapped the table hard,

"Get out of here! Don't come to see me if you can't do anything!"

The rulers of the various factions respectfully withdrew from the council chamber, but Kel'thugad, who had just been furious, sat back in his chair with a calm face, he took the sleeping Mr. Bigworth in his arms, and then whispered to the Mantis Demon Elder who had finished reading the letter,

"Elder Icke, what do you think Dick is doing all this for? He didn't have to gather us... We're not friendly either, but I got this letter, and I'm sure there are others, and I'm sure the same invitation has been given to several of the Great Warbands in the Outlands. ”

"Hiss..."

Icke the Mantis Demon let out a low humming sound before he said, "With my intelligence, I can only conclude that the manager... He wanted to use this war to bring the whole world, yes, Azeroth, all of Azeroth into a new era, an era of dancing with the stars, fighting with the stars for land. ”

"As for the difference between friend and foe, the Dominant, even if you have the heart of the Dominant, you still think from the perspective of a human being... For Karaksi, all humans are prey, of course, and that was in the past, but do you think there's a difference between a human and an orc in our eyes?

Kel'thugad nodded violently,

"Yes! It doesn't matter to the Shakans whether we're exiled bastards or high-ranking officials in Azeroth, we're from Azeroth, and that's enough... Yes, no wonder I'm one step behind him every time, and I have to admit that this guy's vision is at least one level higher than mine. ”

"So, Elder, will you go to war?"

"Hiss... Why not? You want a world called Twilight's hammer, and we want a world called Karaxi, Azeroth... It's too small, it's too small to hold the realm of the mantis demon's dreams, but another world, a whole world... Yes, why not?"

Kel'thugad and Klakshiva Ike laughed at the same time, their laughter low and gloomy, and behind them was a cold frozen land, in which the elemental lord Momor, who had destroyed all of Oakington, was frozen in a roaring gesture.

That's a testament to the power of dominance... It is also a testament to his ambition.