"So, that's what you're going to do? Rather than fighting the Old Gods, I think it's more like invading Azeroth! Varian looked at the Iron Tribe in front of him, and he said unceremoniously to Thrall.

"Human, though you are a powerful warrior. But if you question the orcs, I'll teach you a lesson! The grumpy black hand stood up, he wouldn't allow anyone to question the Iron Tribe.

"Lessons? Do you think I don't want to! If I hadn't been restraining my anger, I would have killed you! Black. "The sea of blood is bitterly enmity, if it weren't for the presence of these orcs? Varian's father, Rainwind's previous king, Ryan Wrynn, would not have died, and Stormwind would not have fallen to the orcs. And his other elder, who was as important as his father, Lothar, also died at the hands of the orcs.

"Come on! Humans, see who's stronger. The black hand picked up his smoldering hammer. This is the hammer with which he forged his weapons, and the weapon with which he killed his enemies.

"Stop!" Viren separated the king from the chieftain with the Light, but it didn't work. The soldiers of the Alliance have drawn their weapons, and the orcs of the Iron Tribe are ready to fight.

"We shouldn't be infighting here. Garursh, what exactly are you asking us to do? "The new tribe is at a loss, they don't know who to help at this moment. Woking tells the tribe to stop, and Thrall walks out to ask the children of Hellroar.

Garursh stepped out of theater mode, after all, he preferred to start a war against Azeroth than to grind for peace here.

"Alright, well, Chief Black Hand, lay down your weapons. Soldiers, put your guys down. The new Warsong Chief appeased his soldiers, and the black hand was pulled down by Orgrimmar.

"It's not up to me to decide what to do, it's up to someone else to tell me whether or not the Old Gods exist. Now we can only wait for her to come back, so you all calm down. Look at the leaders of the two Burning Legions, do you want to be mocked by the demons? ”

The mortals looked at the two tall Eredar Demon Kings in the distance, their shadows hanging over Azeroth. Although they have all been defeated in one place, it was under certain circumstances. If there is a war with them in Draenor now. Forget it, if you can't beat it, you can't beat it at all.

"Kil'Gardan, look at those pathetic mortals. They even almost fought, and that's what Didora tells us about the future? Unite these miscellaneous pieces to defeat the Void? It's ridiculous. ”

"I think it's ridiculous, too, but the Soul Collectors are so naïve to think they can be entrusted with the task. What can I do, after all, the two of us together can't defeat her. I really don't know how she got this power. ”

"Her power is darker than the Void, if it weren't for the memories I awakened from another timeline. I would have doubted that she was an ancient god, in just 10,000 years. She went from a weak half-demon to a terrifying demon god, which is incredible. ”

"Oh? I kind of regret not being in contact with her on that timeline. ”

"If that's all you two talk about, I think I'd give you another delicious Evil Cookie and fresh Shadow Milk."

"Forget it, the food invaded by evil energy is really unpalatable."

"I think so, too. And Shadow Milk may smell like. ”

Leader Ereda wasn't too surprised by Nedora's elusiveness. They complained about the taste of the elves together, and some people thought that kind of thing could be eaten?

"Look at it, Soul Collector. You almost got into a fight with us about the future, don't you think they're ridiculous? ”

Kilgardan spoke softly, his voice mellow and beautiful, worthy of a fraudster. Prepare for the return of Cindora to the Legion anytime and anywhere.

The corners of Akmund's mouth grinned, and he sneered silently.

"You can hunt down Viren for thousands of years, how can you ask mortals to let go of their hatred easily?"

Ignoring Kil'Gardan, who was smiling, she strode towards the mortal position.

The tall female demon gazed at the mortal heroes of Azeroth and Draenor with terrifying menace.

A terrifying black aura lingered in their hearts, and the most terrible and painful memories of the past quietly appeared. But before they could get scared, the effect was gone.

The stark contrast made most mortals break out in a cold sweat, while the Soul Collector let out a sigh of interest in those who were strong-willed.

"You're Varian Ureon? The king of Stormwind, the human who was favored by Godring? Shendora crouched down, and she looked at the Supreme King in front of her, who was holding the Excalibur. O Saramaen...... I still remember the scene where the sisters used these two weapons to slaughter demons, what wonderful dancers. ”

A vague memory appeared in Nedora's mind, and the two Night Elf sisters each held weapons and fought with each other.

"Unfortunately, they were surrounded by demons, and the endless demon army eventually killed them. And Saramaine disappeared for 10,000 years. Now that it is in your hands, do not dishonor its name. ”

"Demon, the way you look reminds me of a name I've heard in the Broken Outlands. Illidan Fury. ”

The King's words caused many to start a discussion, and the Night Elves and Blood Elves began to look at the Great Demon in front of them with blatant attention.

"Illidan...... He should be dead. Didora sighed, "Look at my ears, this is probably the only memory of who I once was." ”

The elves' typical elongated, pointed ears indicate her identity, and the elves in the army riot. They never knew that an elf had become such a powerful demon.

"I was captured by the Burning Legion when the Burning Legion first invaded Azeroth 10,000 years ago—" Shendora looked at Akmund, and Ereda gave her a defiant smile back, "Caught by the Tainted One, for he gave me to Sargeras for much of what I revealed." After the Dark Titan gave me the so-called gift, I... Turned into a demon. But it doesn't matter, I used the power of demons to help mortals fight against the legions. And at my own request, I was imprisoned for 10,000 years. ”

Nedora's words made the elves even more agitated, and they were eager to ask something.

"But this is not the story of your world, I am from the wrong timeline. I came here by chance. ”

"So you sent the Iron Tribe to us?" Thrall stepped out of the crowd, wondering what the hell the demon was trying to do to the orcs.

"Don't be so nervous, new Guardian of the Earth. I don't have much interest in orcs, it's just that your world has been rooted in the Old Gods, and I just think more about them. ”

"Is there really an old god in Draenor?"

"Of course, I think you all know. Those strange creatures in the forests of the Gollond Mountains. ”

"Wood spirits? Do you mean those tree people? ”

Didora glanced at the orc who spoke, it was Orgrimmar.

She simply sat cross-legged on the floor and asked everyone to sit down. At the signal of their respective leaders, everyone began to sit down.

"I'll tell you a story about the origin of Draenor."

"There is a mysterious and powerful group of beings in the universe who inhabit the pantheon called Titans. One of them: Agrama. He created Draenor. ”

"Draenor? Was it created by the Titans? ”

"Yes, Draeno is a planet created by the Titans. So it's much smaller than other planets. Because even the Titans cannot be compared with the laws of the universe. ”

"He created this beautiful planet and left his creation. Rock creatures. ”

"Rock creatures?" The dwarves of the Alliance suddenly began to think, and the wise archmage had already begun to ask questions.

"Is it a titan creature like dwarves and humans? Like the Earth Spirits and the Teviku? ”

"You're smart and you're quick to react. Khadgar is like you said, the rock creatures left behind by Draenor are also cursed by the flesh of the old gods, or brought to life. ”

"So what are those rock creatures? After they were fleshed out? Durotan asked, and he felt there was a connection.

"It's the ancestor of the orcs......"

Neozu spoke his point that Shadow Moon was the easiest clan to communicate with their ancestors, so they often saw many different things in the Ancestral Souls.

"Yes, those rock creatures have become Gorons. And Goron became Margolon again, and Margolon became an ogre. In the end~ the orcs appeared. ”

The orcs tried to refute that they were not descendants of ogres, but could not find any evidence.

"You look like you're the first time humans know that their ancestors are Veku." An Adventure Guild dwarf pointed to one of his orc friends and laughed.

"But where there are Titans, there will be Old Gods. A very strange old god has descended. I want to go through Cthun, Yogsaron, Enzos, and Ashaji. You should all know how terrible the old gods were. ”

The mention of the name of the Old Gods silenced the heroes who had faced them in Azeroth, and the Iron Tribe felt pressure to see that the mighty warriors stopped talking.

"But the old gods of Draenor... Love life? It created those gigantic demigod beasts, created wood spirits. Its creation is even more orderly to regulate Draenor, the creation of Agrama does not know how to maintain this world, but the creation of the old gods does. It loves the planet and is very weird. ”

The demon's description of the Old Gods made everyone feel weird, and Kil'Gardan walked over and continued, "I feel the same way, just like the creatures of Kazgros, you dwarves like to forge. Creation is communicative with his Creator, if this ancient god does not love order and life. His creatures are not so keen to preserve the world, but to destroy it. ”

"And what should we do now?"

"Go find it, this ancient god is a strange being in the void. If we find it, we might be able to communicate with it. Whatever it is up to, we have to figure it out. ”

Mortals look at each other, in the face of the dangers that exist in a world. The hatred between them must be suppressed.

With the separation of the Alliance and the Horde, the conversation between the three archdemons begins.

"There's no point in you, no matter what the old god is trying to do. As long as it destroys the world, it will surely die. ”

"I said, don't always think about destruction, destruction, destruction. Akmund, do you have muscles in your brain? If we have a good contact with this old god, we can really understand what the old god is through it. It is even possible to know what the Void really is through it. This is much more useful than destroying the world. ”

"But!"

"All right, Akmund. Just listen to her. This time the two of us will assist you and see how you look. That stubborn guy in Sargeras didn't give you a good look. ”

"Well, he's an idiot lost in fear and hatred. blindly thinks that his brother has betrayed him, and blindly thinks that what he has done can save this universe. Sooner or later, he will be caught by his brothers and hung and beaten. He was as naïve as a child who hadn't grown up. ”

"Hahahaha, that's what that guy is. If you do this time, then Ereda will always help you. ”

"Kilgardan!"

"Akmund, I'm fed up with this endless torture. Think about our world and stop basking in what you call power. Face it, that pain. ”

"Hey...... Elves, if you really can, then I'll shut up all the rebels. ”

As the two archdemons spoke, Nedora fell into deep thought.

"I can't guarantee that I'll guess the mind of this ancient god, or that my plan is right. But our purpose is the same, if the Old Gods don't disappear, then the Burning Legion will still invade my homeland. All promises are meaningless, let's work on what is in front of us. ”

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Shatras

"Prophet, is that demon really credible?"

"Child, I don't know if she can be trusted. But that's the only way we can go now. ”

"Your Excellency the Prophet, I think she can be trusted." A priestess of the Night Elves walked up to the leaders.

"Priestess, why do you think she can be trusted?"

"Your Majesty, she has the radiance of the moon god in her. Trust my eyes, only the most pious elves will be watched by the moon gods. A demon is impossible. ”

"That's ......"

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Gollund

"Is this the wood spirit?" Thrall looked at the creature that was screaming and cursing.

Slender, discreet, and shrewd, these mysterious treants focus all their energy on the wilderness of Draenor. They believe in ancient wisdom, but their brutal and aggressive expansion is unacceptable to other beings.

"Like those bugs? My dear Woking. ”

"Although they are completely different, their eyes are really the same......

"It seems that the demon's words are still somewhat credible."

"Get ready to fight, whatever it is. The Horde will face it. ”

Woking glanced at the steel tribe on the other side, and the meaning of his words was subtle and clear.

"I hope so...... War, it's a nuisance but something you can't refuse. ”