The depths of the Endless Sea.

Gul'dan and his tribe are trying to find the sacred place in his heart.

"Stop the boat!"

Gul'dan suddenly ordered.

Finally, he finally sensed the familiar mysterious and powerful aura. Yes! It was so wonderful, it smelled like fresh blood, so strong that he felt as if he had been blessed by God, and his muscles and blood trembled slightly, excited.

"But—but there's nothing here!" A lord of a tyrannical clan said to Gul'dan, who turned and stared at the young warlock with glowing green eyes.

"You're questioning me, huh?!" He smiled contemptuously, "Nothing? So, how about I put you in chains and send you to the bottom of the sea to see for myself if you have it or not? ”

The young warlock took a few steps back in horror and begged Gul'dan for forgiveness, who snorted coldly and ignored the ignorant warlock.

His gaze turned to the other ship opposite, where his faithful lackey, Gugar, was standing in the bow, waiting for his orders.

"Get your mages ready, we'll get started now. Orgrim may already know what we're doing, and we must find the treasure we're looking for before the Red Dragons arrive, and we don't want to be disturbed by them. ”

"Yes, my master."

Gugar nodded, and turned to gather his ogre men.

Soon, the ogres arrived on Gul'dan's ship through the hook and along with the other orc warlocks.

"This is it!" Gul'dan looked at the warlocks and mages who had already gathered and explained to everyone, "Below us is an ancient and mysterious temple. The treasure we're looking for is inside. ”

Warlocks and mages looked at their leaders with burning eyes, and Gul'dan was very satisfied with the enthusiasm of his subordinates for the treasure, although he certainly would not give them the slightest, and they should be honored if his subordinates were not used as coolies and cannon fodder.

"We can try to dive into the water, but I don't know how deep the water is, and it's dark and cold down there, I don't like it, and I think you should be too."

Warlocks and mages smiled softly, and Gul'dan's light-hearted words made them feel that the treasure hunt seemed easy.

"Still, we are great spellcasters," Gul'dan looked up proudly, "and we can use magic to lift it up from the bottom of the sea and bring this temple back into the sun." ”

The orc sorcerers whispered, feeling a little unbelievable and skeptical about such an unprecedented use of magic, compared to the ogres, the ogriffs were much simpler, they only had to follow the orders of Gul'dan and Gurgal.

"When are we going to start?" Ignoring the orc warlocks, Gugar asked Gul'dan directly.

"Now! Right away! ”

Gul'dan said solemnly and loudly, and the orc warlocks quieted down and quickly surrounded him in the middle according to their respective positions under his guidance.

Gul'dan closed his eyes, and soon, he sensed its presence with magic, and then, extending his magic to its source, his consciousness sank into its force field, and Gul'dan began to drag them upwards with his magic. Suddenly, the sky began to darken, and the surrounding sea began to roar and surge.

"Quick!" Gul'dan shouted excitedly, "Go after my mana, and then pour all your mana into that force field, I need all your strength to pull them up with me!" Get started now! ”

Gulgar and the other warlocks and mages quickly began to channel their mana, following the trajectory of Guldan's mana, smoothly infusing into the force field that Gul'dan had said.

At this moment, thunder and lightning roared, like a rainstorm was coming, the sky turned crimson, and huge waves swept over their ship. The orc warriors felt a powerful force field sweep across the entire sea, dazzling lightning mixed with deafening thunder slashed down, making their eyes light and blind, waves crashing overhead, the ship swaying frantically like a windswept leaf, making an unbearable crunch, the warriors could only hold on to everything they could to prevent themselves from being swept away by the waves.

Hours had passed, and Gul'dan and his warlocks were still standing motionless in the face of the storm, as if they were with the ship.

"Look!" An orc warrior suddenly exclaimed in a loud voice.

The waters in front of their ship began to tumble and boil like boiling water, and from the churning water poured out a breath of smoke and sulfur, and steam and soot filled the air. Through the smoke, the orc warriors could see something rising in the water, and a huge shadow was approaching the surface of the sea, becoming clearer and clearer.

The next scene stunned almost everyone. The shadow rose rapidly from the roaring waters that had broken through the sea, and suddenly became extremely large. At first it was a rock, then it became a huge pile, then it became an undulating hill, and lava rolled down from the top of the mountain, and then the hill began to lengthen, widen, and join, and finally formed a vast continent.

Something like this began to emerge from the water, and they were connected together, and when the water receded from it, the orcs could see the entire island rising from the sea, spewing fire, smoke, and steam, and then another smaller island rising, followed by a third and fourth.

By this time, the sky had turned from crimson to its previous leaden gray, and the water was not as rough as before, and the waves were much smaller, only as high as the mast of the ship. Gul'dan opened his eyes and hobbled towards the railing, the other warlocks leaning on his side. He looked over, and there was smoke and steam, and with a rumbling roar, the island had taken shape, and Gul'dan smiled with satisfaction.

"The temple is up there." Gul'dan said to his cheering men, pointing to the rising island, "Soon, I'll take you to the temple we've been looking for, and then the treasure inside will be ours!" ”

"Hooray!"

The orcs cheered again, and the ogre, for some reason, also roared loudly, and the earth-shattering cry suddenly resounded through the sea.

And on the sea in the distance, a few huge shadows began to slowly appear.