As Onexia flew, strings of runes appeared in the eyes of Moon Shadow. Several rounds of aperture floated in his eyes, and his vision was greatly enhanced, and everything was in full view of him. In the middle of the Arathi Heights, a huge stone gate stands. Tides of energy shimmered with blue-green light in the stone door, and swirling portals led in no known direction.

Ant-tide-like green-skinned creatures poured out of the portal, and Moon Shadow knew them. These are the orcs who have drunk the blood of demons, and for this reason they have turned green from brown and red. And the land that raised them was destroyed by them and turned brown and red, and everything they passed was destroyed. Like the Lands of the Damned and the location of Orgrimmar, ignoring the balance of the Jews, the locusts of the Christians, the passage of all living beings are reduced to nothingness by their destruction. Their army came out of the giant stone gate and poured directly into the Hillbride Hills to the west, and it seemed that they wanted to quickly occupy the northern region.

"What the hell is this?" As he got closer, Onexia also saw the huge building on the ground, and looked at the giant stone gate, Onexia was a little shocked. Just as she spotted the stone gate, a pair of orc, two-headed dragon knights rose into the air, apparently unwilling to let Moon Shadow get close to the portal.

"A dark door to the outside world, opened by a man with absolutely terrifying strength and scheming; It's the passage through which these creatures come here. Moon Shadow replied lightly, in fact, Onexia also saw it. Turning his gaze slightly, he glanced at the bipedal dragon knight who was about to attack them: "Let's get out of here and go west to see where their footsteps are." ”

"Won't you destroy this portal?" Onexia is a little strange, it stands to reason that destroying the portal directly is undoubtedly the simplest, crudest and most effective way. Moon Shadow didn't seem to have that thought, which made her feel strange.

"The portal is protected by a magical force, and I can't destroy it with my strength alone. And... Let's go first. Moon Shadow spoke, and to be honest, he was actually looking forward to the war. Forever threatened by the Burning Legion, it is better to find an opportunity to do it once and for all. As he left, Moon Shadow glanced around the portal. A mysterious man in a black cloak also looked up at him. Moon Shadow narrowed his eyes slightly, and with a wave of his hand, a gust of wind knocked the two-headed dragoons back to the ground as they were about to pursue them.

Onexia snorted, flapped her wings and flew quickly to the west. With the lesson just now, the orcs did not chase with air cavalry anymore, and looked at the ant-like orc soldiers on the ground, Moon Shadow couldn't help but touch his chin. Almost all of these orcs have strength close to the sixth order, and with such a large number, the human kingdom in the north will definitely not be able to hold out.

The orcs were fast, and in less than a day, their vanguard had crossed the border between the hills of Arathi and Hillsbrad. The Hillbride Hills were once a colony of Kadore. It is a land full of green hills and fertile pastures. Abundant precipitation has created a lot of land suitable for farming, and the generosity of nature has allowed Hillsbrad to be self-sufficient. The southern coast is windy, which allows ships to enter and exit the docks of Nanhai Town smoothly. It wasn't until later in the game that Cadore couldn't have the manpower to control the area, and Azhara gave up. In the east, only two pieces of land, the western and the twilight forest, are left close to each other to help each other.

The original remnants of humanity continued to live and multiply here, and later the northern kingdom developed, and the land here is fertile and there are still a large number of permanent residents. The feet of the orcs will soon be here, and it is impossible for the insignificant defenders here to stop the orc army. Tens of thousands of human inhabitants of this region will face threats to their lives, and these orcs who have drunk the blood of demons have little humanity to speak of.

The invasion of orcs has dealt a huge blow to human civilization. These fellows who have been reformed by the Burning Legion have never had a so-called pity in their heads. As soon as they stormed Azeroth, all they left behind was the nightmarish memory of blood and fire. Perhaps there are a handful of heroes like Grom who have spared women and children in the human race because they value glory too much. But I'm afraid most orcs will think that humans are weak, inferior creatures that are not worth it. The orcs, who already admired force, only became more bloodthirsty under the influence of burning blood.

Moon Shadow remembers a plot where a black-handed sword master captures a village of human women and children and then kills them all. It was too late to arrive when the prince Arthas arrived, and everything was already over.

Moon Shadow was thinking about whether he wanted to save these humans, and if he wanted to save them, he would have to use force here. His principle has always been to try not to kill intelligent creatures, but as long as he does it, there will be countless casualties. Most orcs, in addition to being fanatical and bloodthirsty, also want to grab a fertile land for their loved ones - Draenor has long been made to hell by Gul'dan. However, their martial customs and relatively backward social cognition allowed the Burning Legion to take advantage of the loopholes. Eventually, they were controlled by the Legion. This is where the Legion is cunning: let the orcs go to the dead. In the end, the legion came to the benefit of the fisherman. Perhaps some powerful orcs, such as the elite of the elite like Grom, will be recognized by the Legion because they are strong. Eventually join them; But most orcs are nothing more than cannon fodder for the Burning Legion's invasion.

Slightly patted Onexia's back with scales, Moon Shadow motioned for her to stop, and although he was only here to investigate, he was ready to resist. There were countless lives throughout the Hillbride Hills, and he didn't want to be buried like this. And if it is left alone, there is no benefit in the two parties forming a grudge again. Brooks also helped him during the War of the Ancients, and he was also a little entangled in his heart.

The emergency bells of Nanhai Town began to ring. It seems that the human scouts in the watchtower ahead have observed the arrival of the orcs. Falling to the ground, Onexia also turned into a human form, watching the orcs in the distance gradually approach, Moon Shadow stretched out his hand slightly, and Lei Yuan appeared in his palm. He closed his eyes slightly, and the lightning flashed on the blade of Lei Yuan's sword.

"You're trying to stop those creatures and save the humans here?" Onexia looked at the rushing orcs with one hand, her eyes were a little disdainful, to her, these orcs were just a breath of dragon's breath that could be eliminated, the only trouble was their number. Moon Shadow shook her head slightly, "No." I actually wanted to save them all. Moon Shadow said as his whole body flickered, and then he pressed his palm to the ground and began to squirm.

The strong tremors like an earthquake suddenly stopped the advancing orcs, and then the ground where Moon Shadow was located quickly began to rise, and from time to time it had risen a full few tens of meters. Originally from the Arathi Heights to the Hillsbrad Hills, surrounded by mountains, there was only a small gap to pass through. Moon Shadow had just blocked the gap with a towering rock, so that the only way to get out of Arathi was to take the southern waterway; Arathi doesn't have a tree suitable for shipbuilding, which can give Moon Shadow a lot of buffer time. He had a chance to solve the problem of the orc invasion with minimal losses.

When a scout arrives, the Hammer of Doom is working with one of his lieutenants, Red from the Blackstone Clan. Black Hand Talk. Although it was clear that the orc warrior had news to report, he stopped a few paces away and waited. He adjusted his breathing until the Hammer of Doom turned its head toward him and nodded.

"There's a native creature..." The orc scout said, he gasped again, apparently he had come all the way, and after a slight pause, he continued, "He used his magic to directly block our path. More powerful than a shaman, I can't describe the feeling, he's like...

"God?" Red laughed and patted his stomach: "What stupid are you talking about. ”

Doomhammer agrees, he never thinks there are gods. The orc itself did not believe in gods, and in his mind he was just a very powerful shaman or a demon or something. Thinking slightly, he shouted, "Go and get Durotan here." "Durotan of the Frostwolf Clan was his old friend, and he later became a shaman. Although there are no shamans in this era, there are only warlocks who serve demons, but this kind of enemy who can manipulate the earth element; He might know better.

A few moments later, a sturdy orc with a snow-white wolfskin on his head followed the previous scout to the tent, and Orgrim, the hammer of destruction, turned. Durotan was an extremely stubborn orc, and he was always opposed to this war; Even though he knew that Draenor was no longer able to raise them.

"Do you know what I'm looking for you, old friend?" Orgrim's voice was calm. "I said it when I heard it." Durotan replied. They became friends at a very young age...... The two clans were initially upset about the friendship between the two young men, but Durotan firmly argued that just because something never happened didn't mean it should never happen, leaving a deep impression on the leaders of both clans. Fortunately, both the Frostwolf Clan and the Blackstone Clan are relatively mild clans. If Durotan offered to be friends with, say, members of the Warsong or the Bone Chewer Clan, both of which were known for their extreme pride and distrust of others, the little spark of friendship would quickly be extinguished. And the elders of the Frost Wolf Clan and the Blackstone Clan just watched, thinking that as soon as the two young people were fresh, they would return to where they should be, and maintaining the familiar order had been established for an unknown amount of time.

In the end, they were disappointed, and even though the two had become leaders of their respective clans over the years, and their philosophies had changed with each other, they were still friends. (To be continued.) )

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