In the feared Warsong Wars Clan leader Grom Hellroar is a great warrior.

He had always believed that his strength was almost invincible, and even the weakness of the curse could not make him any less powerful. However, after arriving in Ashenvale, Grom's self-esteem was taken a huge hit.

A race that first met prevented the orcs from logging to build a territory, a race that called itself the Night Elves, but was nothing like the High Elves they had encountered in previous wars.

They are wilder and taller, and more powerful than the High Elves.

Or maybe the Night Elves themselves aren't too powerful, but they have a very powerful ally.

It was a monster with an upper body like a night elf and a lower body a stag, and its name was Cenarius.

It was ten feet tall, supported by four legs with raw hooves, its eyes were golden, and its long, moss-like hair hung down to its shoulders.

Grom didn't like such strange creatures, but he and his clan had to retreat in front of Cenarius.

Cenarius was a demigod.

After several battles, the orcs were completely overwhelmed by the elves, and they retreated to the outermost part of the Ash Valley, full of shame.

Grom had never suffered such humiliation in his life, and he vowed to be paid.

Coincidentally, someone told him a secret message.

"I've heard that there is a source of power in the vicinity, and if we find it, I believe it will be very helpful for our victory."

An enraged Grom trusted the rumor. Then he began to take his orcs in search of the spring.

Some powerful creatures block their path, and Grom kills them. Then it was discovered that these creatures had become powerful enough because of the spring water.

He was immediately convinced of the power of the spring.

Soon, Grom found a small lake gushing out of a spring.

The lake exudes an amazing power. But it feels familiar.

"It's demonic power."

An orc reminded.

But Grom didn't care.

"I drink, I'm already cursed, it can't defeat me. And if drinking this spring can defeat Cenarius, then I'm going to drink it! ”

He said this, and drank the spring water with his people.

A similar power roamed their bodies, and each orc's eyes were dyed red.

They regained their strength.

'Haha. Strength, I feel my body refilled with strength, come on, my warriors. Let's destroy Cenarius. ‘

Grom and the Warsong Clan have restarted the war against the Night Elves.

Fierce battles.

Finally, to the roar of all the Night Elves, he slaughtered the demigod Cenarius with his own hands.

When the tall deer-like creature fell to the ground, the blood stained the grass ten meters away red.

Only a handful of Night Elves managed to escape.

Grom laughed at the victory.

However, an even larger black shadow appeared in front of him.

"Looks like you're doing well, Grom!"

This massive, dragon-like creature with a pair of abominable wings is called Manolos, the source of orc disaster.

Decades ago, it was the blood of this demon that cursed the entire orc clan.

"Manolos? No. How could you possibly be here. ”

Grom's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe what he saw.

He was aware of the conspiracy, but he was powerless to resist.

A new bloodthirsty desire from within him consumed Grom's spirit, making him a subordinate of Manolos.

The demons are on the move.

Above the barren land, the figures of a group of people are hurrying north.

These people have tribes and alliances, and they are the latest forces formed to defend themselves against the invasion of the Burning Legion.

Mediven flew over the crowd.

"I felt the power of darkness, it was too late."

He suddenly stopped, and then said to the people below:

"It looks like Grom has been controlled by demons."

Below him. The faces of several race leaders riding different mounts suddenly changed.

Grom's power is so strong that his joining the Burning Legion is the worst news.

"I'm going to save him!"

Young Thrall, the leader of the orcs with a black hammer, said to the humans next to him, Lordaeron, Alterac, and Kalia, Queen of the new city of Theramore:

"Will you help us?"

Kalia nodded.

"According to the contract, we will work with you against the demons of the Burning Legion."

"This action is within the scope of the contract."

She was followed by Gianna, and the young female mage nodded.

"I think there's a way I can save that orc."

She said confidently.

"The curse of the orcs hasn't completely gone away."

"That's it, you must join forces to save Grom, he is the key to defeating the Burning Legion, and the key to my assurances to Thrall that you will change the cursed fate of the orcs."

Medivan hovered in the sky, continuing to guide development.

Thrall and Kalia followed his instructions and were heading north.

This holy war will begin soon.

The guardian dragons and night elves were ready, but their strength was still not enough.

Medivan's operation is not yet complete, and he must get the Night Elves to accept the help of the Horde and the Alliance.

With the defenses of these powerful forces gathered, it will surely be able to destroy the demon's plan once again - and also complete Medivan's atonement.

It's not that hard.

The power of the demon's hasty attack was not sufficient, but the power of the alliance and the tribe increased, and the balance of victory was already sealed.

The only thing that upset Medivan

He soared high into the sky, and his sharp eyes saw some strangers heading south from the mountains.

Blood Elves.

Medivin fails to see the final ending for Kael'thas . So he felt uneasy.

Why did that distant race come here?

In the original prophecy, Kael'thas would become a ruthless god. He also acted completely differently than he does now.

History is now out of everyone's hands - except Nozdorm.

The sorcerers succeeded in saving their prince's fate. But the newborn deity became a hidden bomb.

Not just him, but the Queen of the Dead, now the Banshee King.

The Queen of the Dead has changed, but Medivan is also unclear about her final identity.

The newborn Well of the Sun and the Queen of the Dead, the two people who occupy the northern land of that continent, in which direction will this world lead?

What will become of the world after the holy war on Mount Hyjal?

Medivin doesn't know anything. Like a blind man, he can no longer predict the prophet.

But he knew one thing.

The Guardian Dragons will fall, and no matter how they change, this future will not change.

Just like before, no matter how he transformed, the elven prince would become the Well of the Sun.

All the rest. are no longer certain

Including the holy war on Mount Hyjal, Medivan could not have predicted the purpose of the elves.

He couldn't even tell anyone about the Well of the Sun, because Nozdorm and Kael'thas were terrifying.

These two men have completed the rotation of dominating history, and those who resist will surely die.

The prologue is coming.

In the snow-covered Winter Springs Valley, in the canyon in the northeast corner, huge black marks lie horizontally like scars.

"The withering of the soil has become irreversible, and the land has become a veritable territory of death."

Standing in the canyon, Akmund looked at the dark road and said with satisfaction:

"It looks like we're going well with our trial."

He looked to the side.

Arthas, who was holding the Frost Grief, stood in front with a pale face, and behind him was the scourge of the undead.

A tower-sized monster made of pieces of flesh. All sorts of dead creatures with red phosphorus fire, skeletons and death knights with swords, bugs hiding in the earth.

In the sky, there are a few terrifying skeleton dragons and countless ghouls

With the power of demons, the undead scourge has undergone a drastic transformation in a short period of time, and they have become the best cannon fodder.

These spirits gave Akmund the confidence to succeed in his invasion.

However, Akmund needed to make more preparations before launching a full-scale offensive.

"Tikdios."

The demon leader called out to his subordinates.

"Yes."

The Dreadlord flew over immediately.

"I remember when you destroyed Dalaran, you went to that ruin and picked up some things, didn't you?"

Akmund asked.

"Yes. Master. ”

Tikdios did not hide it, he took a head from his body and said:

"It's the strongest item in it."

The Skull of Gul'dan, an artifact brought back to Dalaran by Kael'thas from the Outlands, fell into the hands of the Burning Legion.

"Hmm"

Akmund reached out and took Gul'dan's skull, the power inside familiar to him:

"It's a glimmer of Lord Sargeras's strength, but it's fused with this head."

"But just in time, Tikdios, you can take it to pollute the Night Elves' forest."

He smiled coldly:

"Coupled with Manolos' actions, we can open the Night Elves' defensive circle against the World Tree."

The skull of Gul'dan was thrown back to Tikdios.

On this day, Tikdios went on a mission with some of the undead.

Arthas also followed him.

However, no one knows what is going on in the mind of this Death Knight.

At the same time, the war on another continent stopped.

Once the Coalition had reoccupied the Hillsbrad Hills, it could no longer move on.

The ranks of the undead have changed, and they are no longer low-level skeletons and zombies slaughtered at will.

Abominations and ghouls, and meat grinders stand in the way of humanity, making people fearful.

The King of Darkness has come to the Silver Pines Forest.

She sat on the other side of the Alliance, several Dreadlords watching her movements.

The Banshee King is able to sense the movements of the undead at will, and can even issue orders directly from distant places, like a small Lich King. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )