Two huge landmasses in one world, while the other continent is relatively calm, a terrible war breaks out on this continent occupied by humans.

Unlike the lush landscapes of the north, the southern part of the continent, which is occupied by orcs, is full of scorched earth, and the scorching sun grills everyone who enters it.

And even under such a scorching heat, there are still many people busy on the coast.

"Idiot! Don't leave these foods here in the sun, and put them in the cabin to keep them safe! ”

With a whip in hand, a diminutive orc is whipping a huge, fat ogre.

"Wow"

The ogre nodded hurriedly, picked up the food crate lying underground, and walked towards the many ships docked on the seashore.

This scene is playing out in many places in this land.

"Your people are stupid!"

The orc warlock who was walking towards the shore cursed at a two-headed ogre standing beside him, who was holding a huge staff and wearing a hood on his head that was illegible.

But the dark aura that filled his body made people tremble when they stood beside him.

"Master, when you get great power, they will be as smart as me."

"Stupid, it's not me, it's us!"

Next to the orc warlock, the ogre with the staff was talking, but it seemed that his two heads did not have a good relationship.

"Kogar, can you stop talking with two heads, this makes me feel irritated."

The orc warlock stopped and said to the two-headed ogre:

"You go and see if there are any lazy people and tell them to hurry! If you can't leave by noon, don't think about keeping one of your heads. ”

He, the orc sorcerer Gul'dan, was a little disgusted by the two-headed ogre.

The Two-Headed Ogre is Gul'dan who uses the magic of darkness and the runestones of Quel'Salas to transform a large number of ogres into two-headed ogres.

They're getting stronger, smarter, but they're also getting noisier... The ogre named Kogar immediately ran away to carry out the order, and Gul'dan's ears were finally cleared.

"Can't these idiots hurry?"

He muttered with some exasperation.

Before that, Gul'dan had finally found the location of the tomb of Sargeras, the Broken Isles.

It took years for Gul'dan to find the address, and it wasn't until he decided on the location that he found out what the reason was: it was a sunken archipelago.

That is, the location where the Tomb of Sargeras is located is on the ocean.

Gul'dan wasn't too worried, though, as long as he had a location, he had enough means to get the archipelago to rise from the bottom of the sea.

The problem now is Ogrim's side.

Gul'dan's actions were never known to the Orc Great Chieftain, and despite his great concealment, taking most of the ogres would surely soon be detected.

To do this, Gul'dan must obtain the power inside the Tomb of Sargeras as quickly as possible.

With strength, Orgrim would not be able to deal with Gul'dan.

"I've had enough."

Gul'dan was furious at the thought of Orgrim, the tribe was his, and Orgrim had taken his fruit.

[As long as there is power.] 】

Gul'dan is mad and wants more power, and as long as he has this power, then everything is not a problem.

Orgrim will die at his hands, the Horde will be regained by him, and the world will be taken over by him.

In the past two days, Gul'dan had also heard that something was going on in Twilight Heights, but he didn't have the slightest concern.

No, it's gone, and as long as Gul'dan gains new power and returns, he can easily retake these lands.

Gul'dan thought he was still good for the Horde, but he didn't know that he was completely addicted to power.

Compared to this orc warlock, another elven mage who is peeping in the dark, Darkan, is more self-aware.

Darkan wouldn't be so pretentious that he thought he was doing it for the good of the entire High Elf race, he knew very well that there was only one thing he wanted, and that was strength, great power.

The limit of mortals is the holy level.

As a High Elf who had lost his eternal life, Darkan's remaining lifespan was not enough for him to break through this limit.

For this, he needs strength, he needs more strength.

However, Darkan's treatment of the tomb of Sargeras was still not as deep as that of Gul'dan, and he did not think that the place had the power to satisfy him.

There is only one thing that can satisfy him - the Well of the Sun.

Darkan knew very well that there was nothing in this world more powerful and capable than the Well of the Sun.

As long as you can get the Well of the Sun, even the Elder Gods can easily solve it.

However, the High Elves who possessed this treasure worshipped and used the Well of the Sun as a sacred relic, without studying it in more detail.

It's a tyrannical thing!

Darkan thought to himself, he couldn't even understand the group of elves, so he had to do it himself.

But the strength of the High Elves is too terrifying, and if Darkan sets foot on the Well of the Sun alone, he can be easily destroyed like an ant.

He needs strength.

And this thing that the orc warlock found will naturally not be let go by Darkan.

Darkan didn't know how much power was there, but he was going to get it anyway.

With these powers, plus some of the warlock's spells that Darkan had learned during this time, he had a greater certainty.

It was noon.

The urging of the two-headed ogre Kogar to run around finally saved his two heads.

Gul'dan boarded the ship with the ogres, and sailed off the continent toward the endless ocean.

The team was filled with hundreds of boats, filled with ogres, a few orcs, and of course, a hidden elven mage.

It is noteworthy that Gul'dan took almost all of his cronies.

And the place where these cronies and ogres were originally in charge of many tribes had the key locations of many tribes, and their departure caused the tribe to suddenly become a hollow state.

It's a pity that Orgrim is now so busy gathering his team to go to Twilight Heights to defend that there are a lot of things inside that he doesn't notice for the time being.

It would take him a day to notice something unusual, and then this one day would be enough time to change the direction of the entire battle.

Because Orgrim didn't know how angry the Red Dragon Queen was with the orcs.

"Zujin, my ally!"

On the borders of Kazmodan, Orgrim said to the troll leader Zukin:

"The elven prince's actions have put us on the back foot, and this time we have to rely on your help."

He looked a little tired, and it seemed that the news from Twilight Heights had made his two days of rest not very good.

"I'm not going to let the Twilight Heights fall, Grand Chief."

Zukin squinted his eyes and assured Orgrim.

Trolls and orcs are now on the same front, and he is naturally reluctant to give the Alliance a chance to counterattack.

Besides, the reason why Twilight Heights is in crisis this time is because of that elven prince, the existence that Zujin hates the most, how could he let that elf go?

"If I meet that elven prince, I'll bring his head back to you."

Zukin assured Orgrim and stepped onto his leopard.

"The Great Chief..."

He hesitated, then asked:

"What about those orcs of the Dragonthroat Clan?"

Ogrim's eyes immediately turned cold.

"Kill all those shitholes."

He couldn't spare the orcs who had caused the plan to fail.

The Dragonthroat Clan's mistake was not their final defeat, but that in the middle of this matter, they knew about the elven invasion, but they still didn't pass the information back.

If the information had come back, Orgrim would have been confident enough to solve these problems, and it would not have led to such an outcome.

"I'll do what you say."

Zujin laughed coldly, and he rode his leopard towards Twilight Heights with a large number of trolls and orcs.

Zujin is confident that he can take Twilight Heights back, but like Orgrim, neither of them is aware of the threat from the Red Dragon.

When the Red Dragon Queen really joined a faction, how could she lose to a mortal army?

At the same time, in Quel'Thalas

‘anar‘alahanar‘alahbelore’

On the shores of the Forbidden Sea, hundreds of female elves stood under the golden leaves, chanting ancient songs.

The golden skirts they wore swayed in the wind, looking ethereal and ethereal.

Salorian carried the coffin, looked at these female elves and the countless close High Elf lords and nobles, and suddenly laughed softly.

"Lord Mephites, it seems that Your Majesty still understands you..."

Salorian held the glittering Queldra in his hands, looking at the scene in front of him with pride and delight.

No one wore mourning clothes, all of them were glorious golden armor and vestments.

These costumes are a culture that has been formed over countless generations and is as brilliant as the whole of Quel'Thalas.

Perhaps this is the most deserving etiquette for Mephites...

"Do you hear the singing?"

Far away, Kael'thas suddenly stopped the group with a wave and turned to his subordinates.

Everyone shook their heads.

"Really?"

Kael'thas was a little confused, he always felt as if he had heard the song of the elves.

[Think about it.] 】

He consoled himself and continued to lead the long procession towards Twilight Heights.

Only Solan Lian pulled the reins, looking at Kael'thas with hidden sadness in her eyes.

Song...

What kind of song is it?

In that distant future, she also heard singing.

In the golden forests of Quel'Thalas, on the battlefield, the High Elves are all over the mountains, whether they are refugees supporting each other, people lying on their backs or lying in corpses waiting for death... All the elves are singing with tears and praying...

Sing of the only king, pray of the only hope...

[Maybe that result is perfect after all, but in order to get that result]

[Your Highness, how much do you have to give...]

(To be continued)