Click!

The soles of his feet in rough leather boots made a cracking sound when he stepped on a piece of white bone.

The snow-colored wolfskin of the orc lowered his head, glanced at the shattered bones and scattered horns that he had trampled on, and remembered the city of Draenei, hidden in magic, that had been destroyed by his own command, and the savior who had died under his own blade.

"Restland."

The tall orc muttered a whisper, looking at the hordes of clansmen behind him. All the Frostwolf clansmen supported each other along the path paved with the corpses of the Draenei, and the wolves with snow-white fur weaved back and forth between the orc ranks.

Far away at the end of the road, a tall fortress stands in the midst of the dense Tanaan jungle, its massive masonry and sharp barbs telling everyone of its grandeur.

At this time, an orc riding a fierce wolf and wearing black armor was rapidly approaching.

"Durotan!"

The orc riding the black wolf waved the war hammer in his hand and was elated, "Thank goodness you haven't left yet!" ”

"Orgrimmar?"

At this moment, in the face of this orc, who was rare among the tribe to maintain his sanity, the leader of the frostwolf tribe clenched his fists, but suddenly let go. He said in a sad and indignant tone, "Could it be that the Black Hand Chief has given a new order? ”

"No, it's the latest intelligence on the front front!"

"The human army blocked the exit of the Dark Swamp, and the Chief took back his previous orders. He gave us to build a stronger fortress in the Dark Swamp as an outpost against humanity. ”

"My brother, I will take the elite of the Black Hand Clan to fight side by side with the Frostwolf Clan!"

The orc warrior who brought the good news jumped off the wolf and slapped the opponent's shoulder with his left hand. Durotan could see the fire in his eyes, a desire to fight.

"Even a wise orc like Orgrimmar has fallen into the ** of conquering foreign races, war and plunder, is this our nature?"

The frost wolf leader's face in wolf skin was full of solemnity, and he sighed silently in his heart: "I'm afraid that killing is inevitable. ”

Still, I'm going to make the same choice as before. His blade, stained with the blood of the Draenei, doesn't mind once again tasting blood for the sake of the Frostwolves!

"Aside from our warriors, how will the rest of the Frostwolf Clan be settled?" There was anticipation in his words, and nothing else mattered until the fate of his people.

"Like the rest of the tribesmen, all the old and weak, women and children have been transferred to the Nagrand steppes," said Orgrimmaha, who had prepared for the problem, apparently mocking his friend for being too careful.

"This time, thanks to Gul'dan who stood up and single-handedly convinced my stubborn uncle!"

"Gul'dan?"

Hearing the name, Durontan's pupils shrank, as if he thought of something, "I hate the feeling of that guy, and the rumors of the Advent some time ago, I always feel that it has something to do with this guy who hides in the shadows all day. ”

"Whether the Prophecy of the Advent is true or not, you have to admit that Gul'dan is a victim just like us, and the biggest masterminds behind it are Naozu and Kilgardan."

Orgrimmar opened his mouth to persuade his friend, "Nao Zu himself has already admitted this, and it is really thanks to this group of descenders, otherwise we would not have found out that the original venerable great shaman was such a coward!" ”

"But those adventurers are always uncomfortable, and the smell of them is as disgusting as Gul'dan", Durotan knew that the seemingly big guy in front of him was not a real reckless man, but he didn't want to doubt his own people, even if they were descenders.

Perhaps, things really aren't that bad? Looking at the majestic dark door in front of him, Durotan seemed to see a glimmer of hope in the terrifying building.

"Therefore, nine points of truth and one point of falsehood is the best means."

On the top of the fortress, the hooded orc warlock looked at the distant frostwolf clan, and his heart was filled with pride. He paused for his staff and gave the order to the orc descender standing respectfully beside him with a flattering face on his face, "Tell Garona to come to my room alone at night, I have a task to arrange for her." ”

Looking at the figure of the other party trotting all the way under the sunset, Gul'dan showed a terrifying smile, "Adventist? These green eyes are truly intoxicating, and Kilgardan is indeed worthy of the name of a fraudster. ”

Facing the gorgeous sunset of Draenor, the young orc warlock fell into memory.

It was a night more than a month ago, and he had been prepared for the notice of the demon master and welcomed on the altar this group of outsiders who looked almost exactly like the orcs controlled by the demonic energy.

Using the spells Kilgardan had given him, he was able to easily control these unfortunate creatures corrupted by demonic energy in the same way that he controlled his own group of assassins. From the other party's confession, he received a lot of information about the unknown world on the other side of the dark door and the future fate of his demon master.

However, Gul'dan did not fully believe the prophecy made by the other party, because he was very sure that he would not fail as the other party said he would with such a strong advantage.

For a month, he hid behind the scenes, using the Advent to spread all the truth. just modified his image slightly, from a starter to a poor apprentice who was deceived by the teacher. And the pot of the cursed code was also thrown on the head of the unknown demon.

In the face of the wrath of the entire orc tribe, the always cowardly Great Shaman Neozu finally confessed his crimes, and was sent to the forefront of the conquest of Azeroth from the noble spiritual leader to the sinner of the entire clan.

The cunning Gul'dan took advantage of this opportunity to take the place of his teacher, becoming one of the most noble people in the entire orc tribe, on a par with the black hand who was the chief.

If you count the Shadow Council, which is already under his control, the entire tribe has become his possession.

However, while his ambition for power and selfish nature have not changed, he is no longer the short-sighted creature of the Advent with a wealth of information.

On the other side of the Dark Gate, in addition to Sargeras's body, there was also the High Elves' Sunwell, and the Night Elves' World Tree, all of which he coveted. And if he wants to occupy these things, the only thing he can rely on is this group of orcs in his hands who are strong enough to sweep half of Azeroth!

The orc horde will pave a path for me to the top of power with my body and bones, the horde will occupy Azeroth, and I, Gul'dan, will be the master of all!