At night, the stars shine brightly. Above the thin clouds, the Silver Moon watched silently over the lands of Draenor, the silent forests, the peaceful grasslands, the flowing rivers, the towering peaks, the deep valleys, and the monstrous fortresses.

The majestic orc fortress was full of torches, and from a distance it looked like a flaming beast roaring into the sky. Sharp wooden stakes and rough walls, the roughness and savagery of the orcs are vividly reflected on this huge fortress.

This is the usual architectural style of the orcs, practical, hideous, and rugged.

In the spacious hall at the top of the fortress, more than a dozen orc high-ranking people are gathered in the center, and they will make important decisions that will affect the fate of the orcs and the fate of Azeroth.

Dozens of pulsing flames drove away all the darkness and brought brighter than day to the halls, but they could not drive away the burning war intent and thirst for conquest and plunder in the hearts of these orcs.

The gray-black-skinned orc warrior, draped in heavy armor, sat on a seat made of ogre's bones in the center of the hall, looking at the rudimentary map carved into the hides beneath his feet, not knowing what to think.

The map was based on the descriptions of the Adventists, drawing the specific outlines of several continents on the planet Azeroth. It's not precise enough, but it's still an important tool for orcs who have been blinded before. It will provide the orcs with a direction to conquer!

In the bright light of the fire, it was clearly visible that the orc warrior's right hand was condensed with a blackstone-like shell, and it seemed to flow with eternal lava. He is the Black Hand, the chief of the orc tribe and the leader of all orcs.

"Chief, the messenger we sent to Treasure Cove has brought news that the filthy goblins have agreed to our request."

In the hall at the top of the fortress, the orc warlock bowed to the warrior who was sitting in the center with a powerful aura, and continued, "They will provide us with a large number of ships to transfer our forces at the cost of the useless gold and silver in the treasury of Stormwind. ”

"Damn bugs, trying to take what belongs to us from the orcs?"

The Black Hand had a mockery on his face, and for the greed and fearlessness of the goblins, this typical orc warrior would obviously not have a good face.

"Those are just worthless possessions, and when all of Azeroth is trampled under the iron hooves of the Horde, they will truly understand what they have to lose besides their possessions."

Gul'dan clearly knew how to deal with this empty-eyed, high-ranking chieftain. In the short time they got along, he was already familiar with how to persuade him.

"This retreat will avoid a war of attrition with the enemy at the swamp entrance, and can greatly reduce the casualties of the clansmen. In the meantime, in just one month, we will be able to surround this vanguard of the Stormwind Kingdom in the Windward Trail, and it will be a battle without suspense! ”

"Even if they were to be alert and block the entrances at both ends of the Windwind Trail, our army would be able to turn around and attack the weakened hinterland of the Stormwind Kingdom."

As he spoke, Gul'dan pointed the staff in his hand to a location on the map, "We're going to sweep through the Fertile West and march into Stormwind." The ships that the goblins have supplied us will also work again, no one will be able to escape from the blocked seas, and we will uproot the entire kingdom of Stormwind from Azeroth. ”

At this moment, in the eyes of all the orcs around, compared with the brainless chieftain black hand, the generous Guldan is simply a loyal minister who has done his best to die, and he is also a wise general who directs the country and has a good mind.

"Well, Gul'dan, you convinced me."

Even the proud black hand was captivated by the picture that Gul'dan painted before his eyes.

The striker, who has already fought with human warriors, once came with news that although the orcs have an absolute advantage in one-on-one battles, but in the face of a large number of human warriors, even the brave orcs must pay a certain price if they want to break through, not to mention that the combat location is in the place chosen by the enemy!

Do not engage in a decisive battle with the enemy in the battlefield chosen by the enemy, this is a truth that all warriors with common sense understand. The orcs present all believed that under Guldan's plan, the orcs with strong combat power would never fall to the tragic point where almost all the fighters were killed in battle at the top and almost all the warriors were imprisoned by humans.

Their eyes were filled with admiration as they looked at the warlock who would die in battle to cover the retreat of the orc troops. That's right, under Gul'dan's control, in the prophecies emanating from the orc descenders, he is not only a loyal disciple who was deceived by his teacher, but also a hero who sacrificed his life for the orcs.

It was a deliberate decision he had made, as he needed a positive image to facilitate his control over the tribe. And because of the hostile relationship between orcs and humans now, coupled with the language barrier, it is impossible for orcs to know all the truth.

When he did his best for the tribe and made great contributions, the rumors from the enemy side were still serious? Even if it used to be the truth, for the orcs at that time, it was just a means used by the enemy to divide the orcs, and no one would believe in such a low-level trick.

Gul'dan was pleased with the reaction, and those respectful glances let him know that he had succeeded in taking the first step.

Otherwise, this group of guys with only iron and blood in their brains will only shout about the dry fight of real knives and guns, and will not accept this so-called scheme. Even the guy who came up with this kind of ploy will be directly scolded as a coward and a coward by these guys who think with muscles.

And if such a roundabout strategy is proposed by a "hero" who is not afraid of death, no one will question his original intentions, but think that he is really thinking about the interests of the orcs.

However, before sending troops, he also had a small plan. It is not only about the combat effectiveness of the future orcs, but also the proof that he has broken with the demons.

Manolos, that damn reptile will taste the wrath of the orcs. Thinking of this, a twisted smile appeared on the side face of the warlock, hidden under the hood.

And the man who was bent over by Sargeras, and the smug Gul'dan suddenly crossed the thin figure in his heart. Since the night of the Advent, the man had cut ties with himself and disappeared without a trace.

The other party must have noticed the changes in this world, but Gul'dan didn't know what he wanted to do in the shadows. Karazan, Gul'dan silently recited the name of the place in his mind and clenched the staff in his hand. This dark mage tower will be his first goal after conquering the Stormwind Kingdom!