Under the dim sky, a red-skinned orc staggered across the empty field.

There was a dead silence all around, and as far as the eye could see, not a single living person could be seen. But he knew that someone must be staring at him secretly, and it was a perception that came from the instinct of the body. He flicked his arm back so that the musket could be hidden under the cloak behind his back.

The ground began to bulge in front of it, eventually forming a lonely mountain in the distance. The mountain does not have sharp peaks, and the top looks flat. The hillside was littered with rubble, ravines, and potholes of all kinds, so inconspicuous that even a whole company hid on the hillside. But the orcs didn't even look at the places where they might be hiding, and walked straight to the largest ravine.

He walked for about a quarter of an hour and came to the foot of the mountain. Just before he could walk into the ravine, a similarly red-skinned orc suddenly stood up from a pothole not far away.

"Who are you? Where did it come from? The orc, with a rough stone axe in his hand, asked in a hoarse voice. It is said to be an axe, but in fact it is nothing more than a thin stone chip caught in the top of a wooden stick.

"Cruise of the Broken Hand Clan, you're back from the Overwatch," the orc-man from afar replied with a tired face, "Damn, let me go quickly, I haven't eaten a grain of rice for almost seven days!" ”

"Broken Hand Clan? How do I hear your accent like that over there in Frost Fire Ridge? The guard said suspiciously.

"Ha, you actually heard it! Uncle Cruise was originally a member of the Frostwolf Clan, but later joined the Thunder King clan with Fenris, and after the Beastmaster clan was destroyed, he was taken in by Kargas Broken Hand and joined the Broken Hand Clan. The returning orc said with a big grin. His palms were sweaty, and to be honest, as a human, he didn't know that the orc language he had learned from Nazaire Bloodspear had a thick Frostwolf Clan accent, and he was talking nonsense.

Surprisingly, though, the Orc Guards weren't suspicious, perhaps because their confused brains weren't good enough to discern a slightly more complex lie.

Before the invasion of Azeroth, the brown-skinned orcs drank the demonic blood of the Abyss Lord Manolos and were corrupted into green-skinned fallen orcs, and after the Orc War, the orcs who fled back to Draenor were forced to drink the blood of the Abyss Lord Mathoridon, and their skin was contaminated red. These orcs are more bloodthirsty and furious than the greenskinned orcs, but the side effect is that they are more stupid and brainless.

"Well, come with me, the Overseer is getting tired of waiting," the guard stepped out of the pit and headed for the ravine.

The far-flung orc, well, he was Diego, and at his own repeated request, he was turned into an evil orc by the spell of the archmage Mahalpa, which was not a complete transformation of the human body to the appearance like the sheep transformation technique, but a rather powerful illusion, which was difficult to distinguish unless the detection spell was used.

Diego walked in after him. The ravine grew deeper and deeper, and gradually, Diego found himself walking through a narrow valley from which he could only see a narrow line of sky.

"How's the fight going at Fort Watch? People say that the humans there are soft-footed crabs, and orcs like us can beat all three of them! The guard asked as he walked.

"Defeated, not a few escaped, and there's a group of humans coming this way, they're probably suspicious." Diego pretended to be dejected. He glanced back at the way he had come, and although he didn't see anything, he knew that his friends were following them a short distance away.

"It doesn't matter if we don't beat it, our manpower in this area is increasing dramatically, and it won't be long before we don't have to worry about being discovered by humans." The orc guard said indifferently, for the orcs, neither the death of the enemy nor their own people could move them, these war maniacs had completely stained their eyes red with blood and killing.

As they walked through the valley, Diego scribbled from the orc guards, either intentionally or unintentionally, but this guy wasn't tall enough to know more secrets, and the gain was not great.

After about three quarters of an hour, the canyon finally came to an end, and the eyes were full of cheerfulness.

In front of Diego, the ground suddenly descends to form a deep circular basin, and the surrounding mountain walls are steep and high. It looks like a huge crater formed by a volcanic eruption or a meteorite impact. The crater was miles long, and the canyon they had just crossed was like a gap in the ring, leading from the outside to the center of the crater.

In the center of the basin stands a huge stone gate, which is not connected to the city walls or bastions, but stands alone.

Diego couldn't help but take a deep breath. Although he had seen it in the game in his previous life, when he was there and saw it in its entirety with his own eyes again, Diego was still shocked by this huge magical structure that connected the two planets. The dark door—it couldn't have been anything else—was 100 feet tall and roughly as wide.

The entire stone gate is made of huge gray rock masonry, and stands on top of dozens of stone steps that rise step by step. The stone pillars on each side were carved a huge figure, both of them dressed in robes, with swords in both hands, and their faces shrouded in hoods, and in the shadow of the hoods, a pair of huge demonic eyes looked down at the steps, emitting a faint green light. The surface of the stone gate is carved with some demonic motifs, and in the middle of the beam of the stone gate, there is a sinuous and twisted giant serpent, the giant snake's large mouth is open, revealing its hideous fangs, which looks lifelike.

And at this moment, in the middle of the gate, a green light curtain is gently rippling, like water waves. In the middle of the light curtain, the light and shade of green energy slowly flowed on it, undulating and undulating, as if it had its own breath. From time to time, purple light flashed, driving the entire light curtain to rotate slowly, like a huge vortex waiting to devour everything.

Clearly, this gigantic portal is being activated. Around this dark gate, like ants, hundreds of demons are busy. The demons here are not only low-level cannon fodder, but also high-level demons such as Angry Guard, Shivara, Demon Guardian, and Abyss Lord, and several Eredar Warlocks are standing in front of the portal, injecting evil power into it, and green pillars of light erupt from their hands, and the other end is connected into the green light curtain. Almost visible to the naked eye, Diego noticed that the rotation speed of the huge vortex seemed to be gradually getting faster.

"Wait here, and he'll come to see you when the Overseer isn't so busy!" The orc guard admonished Diego, and then walked away to his outpost outside the canyon.

Just that simple to come in? Diego could hardly believe his good fortune! Thanks to his hard thinking along the way, he prepared all kinds of plans to deal with all kinds of complex emergencies!