Since its birth, the Dark Swamp has been in its most primitive calm - countless swamp species have survived and thrived here. The vast swamp gives the creatures enough resources, but also blocks the entry of alien species.

Yet, today, just today, this peace that has remained for an unknown number of thousands of years is broken.

At the southernmost end of the Dark Swamp, in the mountains that separate the sea from the swamp, orcs poured out like locusts. Teams, groups, mountains and fields, innumerable.

The Dark Gate, which had been dormant since its appearance, was activated at full capacity for the first time, and through it the orcs of Draenor were able to enter Azeroth in a steady stream. The emergence of orcs, an alien species that does not belong to Azeroth, will inevitably bring about a war of invasion of species.

Blackhan, the Great Chief of the Black Hand, stood in front of the Dark Gate, his head held high, his chest held high, and he triumphantly watched his troops enter this new world. After defeating the Draenei, the orcs were invincible, and this mentality was reflected in Blackhan, who was not worried about what would happen after the orcs entered Azeroth on a large scale, and in his mind, the brave orcs had defeated the draenei, and no one could stop the orcs from conquering.

The only question is whether this world is worth conquering by orcs.

Trampling on the ground beneath his feet, the black soil sank in, and Blackham could feel its fertility.

Such a good land should be enjoyed by the orcs, with it, the orcs will have more food sources, the food will be sufficient, the number of orc cubs who can survive every year will increase, the number of children will die less, the total number of orcs will rise, and the whole race will become stronger. The strength of the race increases, and the orcs can occupy more land, which in turn feeds back, allowing the number of orcs to increase again.

A virtuous circle was born.

Blackhan was looking forward to that scenario - the orcs not only had Draenor as their hometown, but also a new world called Azeroth, and how strong would the resources of the two worlds make the orcs so strong?

The mere thought of that image mesmerized Blackhan.

"Orcs have two worlds, and I am the Great Chief of the Orcs, so I am the king of Draenor and Azeroth, hahaha......"

Thinking of the wonderful, Blackham laughed out loud, and his high-spirited appearance was indescribably proud.

Gul'dan quietly moved two steps to the side, putting himself away from Blackhan, he didn't want to stand with the same nervous reckless man, because it would be an insult to him if others looked at him and Blackhan as the same kind of people.

Taking advantage of Blackhan's immersion in his fantasies and not bothering him, Gul'dan took out a black crystal and injected a wisp of mana into it. The dark crystal flashed with a light that was imperceptible to the naked eye, and by the time the light had faded, Gul'dan had already made contact with someone hiding in the shadows.

"Your Excellency Medivan, my compatriot is entering this world, and now you are satisfied?"

In the void, a thought directly entered Guldan's sea of knowledge: "No, no, no. Gul'dan, you have to be clear, it doesn't matter if I'm dissatisfied, it's important that the Burning Legion is dissatisfied. Demons aren't as talkative as I am, and if you don't satisfy them, it's unknown if orcs can exist. ”

You have to communicate with the other party through this dark crystal in your hand, and the other party wants to find you, and his voice will appear directly in your head, what does this mean?

It shows that the difference in strength between the two sides is too big, so big that Gul'dan is completely unable to confront.

Working with such a person is very stressful.

He doesn't care if he turns his face, the other party can kill him at any time, this kind of life is definitely not what Gul'dan is willing to live, he doesn't want to live the rest of his life in the shadow of someone trembling.

I'm going to get stronger, I'm going to get stronger, at least to be as strong as this guy called Medivan, so I don't be as passive as I am now.

Gul'dan roared in his heart, but his spiritual mind replied very politely: "It seems that Your Excellency is also aware of my relationship with the Burning Legion, so why did you let us in?" ”

Knowing that the orcs are under the control of the Burning Legion, especially the warlock who secretly controls the power of the orcs has defected to the demon early, and Medivan wants to let himself enter Azeroth, Gul'dan has never seen such a person who makes trouble for himself.

Could it be that Medivan is too happy to live too long and wants to be excited?

Boring human beings with strange ideas in their heads.

Guldan said secretly: I don't understand, I don't understand.

"Huh."

Someone's chuckle was heard in the void, and the disdain in the laughter made Gul'dan's blood surge, and the orc warlock took a deep breath, easily suppressing the burning anger.

"How can you understand my realm?"

Leaving a sentence lightly, the other party broke the spiritual link, leaving only Guldan, whose face turned iron-blue, in place, and the orc warlock was so angry that his chest was about to burst. He had been so despised since he could remember, that even Blackhan, who had become the Great Chief, had to speak politely to him, and he didn't save any face like Medivan.

Medivan, you damn fellow, don't think you're better than me to despise me, one day I'm going to make you kneel in front of me, crying and begging for my forgiveness.

Guldan gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, someday." ”

"What?" Blackhan heard Gul'dan talking, and the big chieftain, who had been manipulated by Gul'dan to become a puppet without knowing it, turned his head, "What did you say? ”

Gul'dan hurriedly disguised: "I mean that one day the orcs will become the most powerful race, anyone will prostrate under our feet, we will conquer every land we see, and countless races like the draenei will tremble and sacrifice their humility. ”

Blackhan's eyes lit up: "That's a good point, Gul'dan. Draenor, Azeroth, and many more...... More lands, more worlds, they will all belong to us orcs. I, Blackhan, the Great Chief of the Black Hand, will lead the orcs to strength. ”

You arrogant idiot, do you have that ability, you can't do anything without me.

Once again, Gul'dan despised Blackhan.

In order not to let the reckless man disturb him, Gul'dan decided to find something to do for the other party.

"Azeroth also has its own civilization, and their native creatures are not friendly to us, and the troops we sent before are at war with the same race called Humans. Humanity is holding us back, what is the Great Chief going to do? ”

"Hmph, stupid human. That's ...... of course," Blackham raised his fist and yelled with all his might, "Crush them!" ”

On this day, the curtain of war that swept across Azeroth began.