After McDonald left, compared to Earth, Azeroth's time seemed to press a 10-fold fast-forward button, in fact, on the day Deathwing jumped volcano, the gears of the conspiracy started again.

Dark Door!

The majestic castle of the Watchtower only exists in the blueprints, and it is still the Alliance Expeditionary Force led by Tulayan who guards the Cursed Lands.

It's definitely a chore.

The once fertile land has been tossed by Gul'dan and turned into a barren land, not to mention the remnants of evil power in some places. Ordinary humans are approaching, and their lives are really in danger.

Evil energy is the land of life, taken from life, and born into a very chaotic energy.

A small amount of evil energy is fine, once it exceeds the size of a fist, it will automatically absorb people's life force, and many patrolmen are tied up like this.

This makes it best for the paladin to clear the way, find out, and then set the reroute to a patrol route. After all, in the Cursed Lands, even if there is no grass, there are still some remnants of demons, which are all small wild demons created by various summoning experiments when the warlocks of the Shadow Council came here.

This also results in a rather inadequate patrol and guarding around the Dark Gate.

No one noticed that a humanoid figure dressed in black clothes and armor and wearing a flame crown took advantage of the darkness to descend silently around the dark gate.

He has a handsome and heroic face, as if he has a beard with the word "屮" turned upside down, and the arrogance carved into his face.

"Huh? Is this the door of darkness that my father called it? Fun toys! It's that Onexia is so wasteful that I have to make a trip myself. ”

This person, no, this dragon, is none other than Nefarian, the famous black dragon prince in later generations.

That is, today, in order to act secretly, he did not have a large brazier-like gem on his head. Otherwise, with his bag, it will definitely be as dazzling as a light in the night.

Gently pressed the 'claws' that turned into human hands on the empty 'door panel' in the middle of the dark door, he seemed to open not the door of darkness, but the coffin board of millions of orcs.

It's a pity that at the same time that McDonald left this world, all players were forcibly ejected from this world, and the famous Trident Legion followed their lord overnight, and the world evaporated.

The door was not fully opened, but only a spatial fluctuation like a man-high wave of water, easily swallowing Nefarian into it.

No one knows what the Black Dragon Prince did when he went to the distant world of Draenor.

Time passed, and the Dark Gate stepped into winter for 2 years.

The battle of the Dark Gate, which was originally boiling over, came to an end, leaving only chicken feathers in vain, and all countries were like wounded beasts, licking their wounds.

A word spread at the top of the alliance that Duke Stratholme, who had single-handedly supported almost the entire war, had temporarily left this world, supposedly arranged by the Bronze Dragon King Nozdorm.

The alliance that was almost dragged into the dragon civil war, of course, didn't dare to let half of the fart go.

But the N kings beat their chests, and only when they lost did they understand the preciousness they once had-a big tyrant, he actually said to leave, and I didn't have time to collect hundreds of millions of wool!

Before leaving, McDonald left letters to Berval, Lao Taizi, Mograini and other close bigwigs.

It's one thing to say arrangement, it's another to gather wool.

Without additional approval from McDonald, who would dare to embezzle money from the Stratholme family's coffers to support other countries?

Before leaving, the palace phase became the left and right palace phase.

The left house is Barthras, and the right house is Lothema Theron.

Bathras was in charge of internal affairs, and Lotherma was in charge of military logistics, working according to the five-year plan, holding each other back, and neither of them could hold back an extra copper coin.

Without the powerful center of the McDonald, the entire Stratholme Territory would be functioning in a modest manner, but lacking spirituality.

This inadvertently gave an orc clan in the Alterac Mountains a chance to breathe.

On a snow-covered mountainside.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the sentry tower that could accommodate twenty people was smashed by a green-skinned orc with a giant hammer to make a large hole for orcs to pass through.

An orc with a shield made of animal heads, bark, and planks held up to the front and fought into the watchtower, and after a fierce and short duel, the larger number of orcs emerged victorious.

"Oooo

“Lok’Tar！”

The orcs roared excitedly. No one expected that they were centered on an excessively young orc, and they praised him with all the stars.

At this time, another group of orcs approached, and the leader was the former chief of the Blackscar Clan, Kashdrak, and unexpectedly, the totem on his epaulettes and face was no longer the style of the Blackscar Clan, but the totem of the frostwolf.

"Well done, Gouyle! It's completely impossible to see that you're just a 12-year-old. ”

The green-faced, young and handsome Orc, Gouyl held his head high: "I'm already a qualified warrior." ”

"I can see it, young master." Kashdrak bowed respectfully.

"Let's go back first."

"Okay."

The orcs rode on their white wolves and galloped.

Along the way, there are even orc hunters driving a wolf with a broom-like tail tied to it, sweeping the floor while running in an S shape, erasing the footprints of the large army. After a blizzard, no trace was left of the most seasoned hunter.

They came to a narrow valley that seemed empty.

Visually, this is a valley less than 40 meters deep, in fact, 'the mountains and rivers are exhausted, and there is no road, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village', at the end of the valley, there is actually a long and narrow tunnel that can accommodate up to two carriages in parallel, and at the end of the 100-meter tunnel, there is a larger valley in it.

This is the Frostwolf Clan's settlement [Frostwolf Valley].

Due to the very high altitude and the perennial force 10 winds mixed with hail at the top of the valley, this is an absolute blind spot for human scouting.

The Frost Wolf Clan, which is accustomed to living in an icy environment, has long taken root here.

Suddenly I heard a greeting.

"Gouyle, the chief is looking for you."

"Good!"

Arriving at the largest wooden house, Gouyl and his party met a burly brownish-red-skinned orc with only one left arm left.

"Father!" Gouyle bowed his head and saluted.

"Kid, you're back!"

If the McDonald or Sand Sculpture player is here, he will be shocked, because he is the Frostwolf Clan Patriarch Durotan who has theoretically been assassinated by the Gul'dan assassins.

The world line is clearly wrong!

Durotan, who was supposed to be dead, is still alive, normally speaking, the great tribal chief Sal, who is only 2 years old this year and is famous in later generations, is almost 13 years old, and now uses his real name [Gouyle].

"Father, do you have something to look for me?"

"Yes, there is a matter of great concern for the survival of all orcs, and it must be done by you personally."

"What's the matter?"

"Dive into the human world and learn about human civilization and knowledge!" Durotan played with a peculiar bead: "Just use this thing." ”