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Draenor Continent, Kilgardan Throne.

Dark green evil energy covered the land, devouring all life on it to ashes, and now the only thing left here was the smell of sulfur.

Bonfires burned aloud on the throne of Kil'Gardan, and unlike usual, countless orcs stood on the hill full of evil powers.

It was nearly early in the morning, and it was as bright as daylight at the top of Kil'Gardan's throne.

The throne was very high, with a large, potholed gravel terrace, on which a green-skinned orc in a black fur robe was talking to a burly orc chieftain.

About the "Demon's Blood", about Manolos, and about the Burning Legion.

"Drink! Hell roars, it's the fate of the orcs! ”

There was a pool of water at the top of the throne, and when the orc chief walked up to it, the hunched green-skinned orc filled it with a bone cup.

The pool glowed with green light, exactly like the surrounding mud balls, and the water was also full of evil power.

"Humph!"

Taking the cup of green water, the burly, loose-haired orc chief smelled a pungent smell, but he didn't say anything, but just snorted coldly.

Obviously, he didn't like it.

"Hell roars, this is the fate of the orcs! You will all be kings! ”

At this moment, the haunted orc warlock obviously didn't see the difference between the chief in front of him and his usual days, and he spread his hands and continued to bewitch the orc chief.

With his eyes narrowing slightly, the orc chieftain, known as Hell's Roar, tilted his head and glanced at the man beside him.

At this moment, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Immediately after, his gaze looked at the orc warlock in front of him, and the orc chief also opened his mouth to make his own voice, his voice was rough and powerful, and it matched his appearance very well, this was undoubtedly a true iron-blooded chieftain.

"But, Gul'dan, at what cost?"

The wide fangs gleamed in the firelight, and the weather-beaten cheeks were full of aggressiveness, but the orc chief was not at all polite.

Slowly lifting his hood, Gul'dan was quite dissatisfied with the performance of the orc chief in front of him, and he replied with a bit of anger:

"It's all there."

In Gul'dan's opinion, the orcs could not refuse this "gift".

However, in the next moment, something unexpected happened.

The orc chieftain, known as the Roar of Hell, slowly poured the demonic blood in his hand into the pool, and he didn't even drink the cup of "fate" that was supposed to belong.

"Ahaha...... you dare to refuse this gift!"

Just as the Hellroaring Chief poured out the demonic blood from the cup, an arrogant voice sounded on the other side of the throne, and at the same time as the voice rang, a tall figure appeared on the throne, almost obscuring the moonlight.

"Huh?"

Hellroar turned, looking up at the comer.

The tip of the hideous head was bubbling with immortal green fire, two huge horns born from the jaw glowed with a gloomy and dead light, green fangs, ten feet tall, the monster's wide demonic wings swayed from time to time as it walked, this monster held a double-edged spear in its hand, and its body was covered in pitch-black armor.

It was none other than Akmund's lieutenant, Manolos, the Abyssal Lord of the Burning Legion.

"Did you bring these crumbs here to mourn you?" Manolos said with his neck stretched forward and a hint of a glance.

Squinting slightly, the Hellroar Chieftain's hair fluttered in the wind, and the way he looked at Manolos made his colleagues look at the dead, it was clear that the orc chief had foreseen all this, and it was clear that everything was expected by him.

"Whew!"

At this moment, a strange sound sounded in the distant sky, like the sound of cannonballs being fired, and at the same time as this sound sounded, a cloud of red light flew from the distant sky towards the throne of Kil'Gardan.

"That's ......"

Gul'dan was the first to spot the cannonball heading towards the throne, and just as the light of the cannonball in the sky caught his eye, the first cannonball to be fired had already landed on the throne of Kil'gardan.

Thundered!

The shells exploded around Gul'dan and Maloneos, and the entire Kil'gardan throne was burned in flames.

"Roar!"

Maloneos didn't know what was happening, and by this moment, the Hellroar Chief had retreated to the side of the throne.

At the edge of the throne, a chariot loaded with the Horde's siege weapon "Steel Star Bullet" appeared out of thin air, and the orc wearing a leather cloak was commanding the orc soldiers of the Warsong Clan in battle, and he waved the torch in his hand to make the soldiers aim the "Steel Star Bullet" at Maloneos.

In the final battle of the siege of Orgrimmar, Garrosh's engineers will use the Iron Starball against the Alliance and the Horde's coalition forces, the Iron Starball is Garrosh's killer weapon, and at this moment, it actually appeared in Draenor.

What does this mean?

This means that Garrosh is back.

The iron rope on the steel star bullet was fired towards Maloneus, and a wire entwined Malones, and the spikes attached to it made the Abyss Lord feel a pain, and at this moment, he was undoubtedly furious.

With a swing of the spear in his hand to cut through the chains, he blasted towards the Steel Starball Chariot with endless rage.

The steel starball chariots were destroyed by the evil energy of Maloneus, and the huge explosion almost detonated half of the throne, and just at this moment, the Hellroar Chief moved, and he rushed towards a chariot that had not yet been destroyed.

The steel sball on this chariot is still spinning, and if someone can push it out, then Malones will inevitably be hit by the steel scar.

The thousands of steel star-bullet chariots were pulled up by the roar of hell, and the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and he used all his strength to launch the starballs.

"Boom!"

As if in a movie, a burst of flames exploded at the feet of Mallos, and Malones couldn't open his eyes as the layers of fire and fog scorched him, and he became more and more angry.

"Tiny ants, I'm going to kill you......"

However, just as Maloneos was searching for the traces of the orc chieftain, a terrifying figure emerged from the skyrocketing firelight, he seemed to be the god of war born from the fire, his hands clenched with blood roar, and slashed towards Maloneos.

Maybe it was an instant, maybe it was an eternity, and just as Malones tried to raise his hand, the Blood Roar, a weapon that symbolized the legend of the Warsong Clan, slashed Malones' brain open.

Times have changed.