While the alliance was rearming for war, the Horde did not stop expanding.

Gul'dan fell into a deep sleep due to the violent impact of Medivan's death while connecting with the soul of Sargeras within Medivin.

During Orgrim's siege of Ironforge, the orc first warlock finally came to his senses.

When Gul'dan found that his men had been purged, Gul'dan chose to submit to the young Grand Chief Orgrim, and proposed a number of useful suggestions.

Two of the most critical are to continue northward and recruit more ogres to join the Horde.

Spotting that Orgrim was showing signs of falling out with the dwarves, Gul'dan convinced the High Chief with his sincere and sincere words.

After consulting with his generals, Orgrim decided to continue the siege of Ironforge Fortress, and the main force went north to break through the gates, with the Dragonmaw Clan as the vanguard, and planted the Horde's battle flag on the wetlands.

The arrival of the ogre army on the one hand alleviated the potential hidden danger in the rear of Draenor, and on the other hand, it also strengthened the military strength of the tribe. By the time Orgrim was satisfied with Gul'dan's rehabilitation, Gurgar had already formed a spiritual connection with his old master.

"Master Gul'dan, while you were sleeping, the Shadow Council was hit hard, and Orgrim purged your power in the Shadow Moon Clan, and Nao Zu watched from the wall."

"It doesn't matter, Gulga, I'm the Shadow Council, and Orgrim didn't kill me because of my biggest mistake. But I have to admit that Orgrim did a lot better than the idiot of the Black Hand, and after thinking about it, I realized that it would be helpful for our business to provide him with some help. ”

"Master Guldan, what should we do next?"

"We are one with Orgrim's tribe for the time being, first to help the orcs defeat the enemies in their path, and we have time to find clues to the Great Lord."

"Yes, Master Gul'dan, your wise decision."

Cutting off psychic communication with Gul'dan, Gurgar's two heads began to argue.

"Why surrender to Gul'dan, now he is alone."

(Because orcs are far more powerful than ogres.) )

"Throw away Gul'dan and we can find the real owner!"

(Without Gul'dan, we have no place in the tribe, and Orgrim doesn't believe us.) ）

"We ogres are the true rulers of Draenor!"

(Come on, we're just wretched creatures now, and the orcs can crush us all if they want to!) ）

"One day they will regret it, ogres are better suited to bear the power of their masters than orcs."

(We need to prove ourselves to our true masters first.) ）

Gul'dan didn't know that his "loyal" subordinates had long harbored bad intentions, but after several unsuccessful attacks by the Horde army on the port of Minahir, the wise man among the orcs discovered a serious problem.

"Orgrim, great chief of the tribe, how are you going to cross the strait and attack Lordaeron to the north, the humans are ready for everything on the other side of the strait, and our numerical superiority is meaningless in that place of the Saldo Bridge." Gul'dan deliberately provoked Orgrim.

"So what do you have a good idea?" Orgrim has grown more and more composed in the face of Gul'dan's cynicism for more than a year.

"Shipbuilding, we cross the human line of defense from the sea and directly attack their hinterland." Gul'dan spoke his mind.

"Let me think about it." Orgrim thinks it's a viable option.

When the Horde stormed the Saldo Bridge to no avail, Orgrim finally remembered Guldan's Tiyì.

"I have to say that my chieftain, the wise and wise Orgrim, killing my warlocks is a great loss to the tribe, and if they are still around, it will not be difficult to break through the bridge guarded by humans and dwarves." Guldansensen's smile.

"And see you turn me into the next puppet?" Orgrim scoffed back.

"There's no point in talking about that now, I have a special recipe in my hand, a black potion that binds the wood together and allows us to build enough ships as fast as we can. At the same time, I built yì to buy pirates and outlaws among the human race with useless gold and jewelry. That way, in four to six months, we will have enough forces to land across the sea. Gul'dan may have bad motives, but his opinion is very pertinent.

"I'll leave this matter to you, and you can use half of the loot captured in the breach of Stormwind. But if your work doesn't show its value, then punishment is inevitable. "Orgrim enjoyed commanding Gul'dan.

"Of course, my chieftain, a qiē for the sake of the tribe." Gul'dan retreated from Orgrim's tent.

While the orcs were actively preparing, at an excavation site in the Grimbaatar area, the Dragonthroat Clan was busy nervously.

Out of the reach of the orcs, Nefarian was ordered by his father Nesario to escort the orc Dragonthroat clan. After using his magic to confuse the patrol of the third Hammer Dwarf, Nefarian finally realized that something was wrong and couldn't help but laugh wildly.

"Chromie, do you dare to come out and fight me? Put away your boring little tricks, the great Black Dragon King is watching this qiē, wanting to sabotage Nesario's plans, and pass my Nefarian first! Nefarian, genuinely happy, had finally deflated Chromie, though with his father's shadow behind him.

Chromie, on the other hand, only made a small temptation, and even if he failed, there was nothing. He is just a small bronze dragon, but the other party is the guardian of the earth, the king of the black dragon, Nesario, is not a heavyweight opponent, and there is no shame in escaping.

Chromie pulled out a small black notebook, flipped to Nefarian's page, and wrote down the phrase "villains are rampant when they succeed in their ambitions", and ran away before Nesario noticed.

Away from the attention of Nesario, the Black Dragon King, Chromie cast a spell on a high mountain on the side of the Nomorigen surface complex, pulled out a small flask and drank it.

Gnomes are one of Chromie's favorite races, passionate, lively, friendly, intelligent, life-loving, and peace-loving.

So Chromie's most common incarnation is a dwarf.

But for the impending disaster, Chromie has searched countless timelines for a way to crack it, but to no avail. No matter what you do, disasters will happen earlier or on a larger scale. The key point to resolve the disaster can never be found, and Chromie, who has witnessed this disaster countless times, does not even dare to rescue the fleeing gnomes in the main plane, because he is afraid that things will get worse.

At 11:42 a.m., a huge explosion came, the gnome exposed to radiation shouted frantically, the emergency passages were all opened, warning lights and sirens filled the night sky, and the worst disaster in the history of the gnomes occurred.

"A glass to all the friends you've never met." Chromie turned the spout of the jug down, and the cold night breeze blew the wine out, and he didn't know if there were tears or splashes of hops in the corners of his eyes.

No matter how many times, it still hurts to change the future, and it is really difficult.