The Tanaan Jungle was originally a thriving land in Draenor, a rich and dangerous jungle inhabited by many dangerous creatures. Of course, the scariest thing here is not the creatures, but the plants. Because it was calm just now, the next moment it will be swallowed by a plant full of teeth. Or be entangled in vines filled with barbs and corrosive liquids.

In short, it's a resource-rich, but dead-filled jungle. This is the ancestral land of the Tribal Blood Cave Clan. Of course, the Broken Hand Clan finally settled on its own territory here.

The Blood Cave Clan was once a thriving clan, living peacefully in this dangerous jungle, but was later hunted by the Raven People and went into hiding. When Kilrog wants to inherit the Chieftaincy Ritual and gouge out his own eyes, he foresees his future. In order to bring his race to the glory he saw, he killed his elderly father with his own hands.

He then led his clan out of the canyon where he was hiding, and began a frenzied counterattack against the Raven Man, eventually killing the ogre, hiding on the edge of the area, and never daring to attack the Orcs. And it was at this time that the Blood Cave Clan established their position among the orcs. Later orcs formed tribes, and the Blood Cave Clan became one of the seven orc clans.

It's just that he is a loyal supporter of Naozu, not Guldan. The first orc invasion of Azeroth failed. The second attack on the Blood Cave Clan was one of the main forces of the invasion, and of course, there was also the Broken Hand Clan.

The Broken Hand Clan didn't exist in the first place, and their beginnings were legendary. These people were once the ogre's slave gladiators in the Bloodring Arena, and they were powerful warriors who had been captured while fighting the ogres. The ogre did not kill them, but used them to fight powerful beasts. Or let them start killing each other.

When the hope of escape was dashed, Carlos cut off one of his arms in order to break free, and the slave gladiators led by Carlos followed suit. Then they loaded weapons on their severed arms, and then they washed the arena in blood. Since then, the Broken Hand Clan has been formed, this clan is very young and not very numerous, but their combat power is the strongest among the tribes.

The Tanaan Jungle used to flourish, but with the passage of time, this lush jungle is dying.

Everything is the reason for the Dark Gate. The Dark Gate communicates the Void, connecting the two planes across an unknown amount of space. The chaotic and distorted energy and rays of the void constantly radiate to the surroundings, without the protection of the atmosphere.

This energy is like a curse. This thriving area is dying. The plants are gradually withering, presumably here.

The other side of the Dark Gate is even more miserable, because it is directly descending on the Dark Gate. A huge wave of radiation blasted the Dark Swamp out of a huge valley. And the raging chaotic energy turned the Dark Swamp into a dead realm in a very short time, and it was almost devoid of grass. There are only a few animals that have survived.

Now it's a cursed place. Fort Watch though is a small city. But if it weren't for the Mithril Mine, if it weren't for the Orcs, the city wouldn't exist at all. Since receiving the news of the orc's movements, the countries of the alliance are constantly mobilizing troops, and soon there will be no longer so many soldiers here.

With the exception of the Stormwind Kingdom, all other human nations are constantly replenishing their forces and supplies by sea. The Kingdom of Stormwind, in particular, has set up a solid defense on the road leading to the Swamp of Sorrows.

On the other side of the Dark Gate. Countless orc forces have assembled beneath the Dark Gate. This is the new Horde Alliance, and they are divided into countless formations and blocks. They come from different clans. At the moment, their eyes were full of excitement and fanaticism.

Among them, some clans that originally did not want to participate in the war also joined, and several powerful clans such as the Broken Bone Clan, the Bone Eater Clan, and the Bone Devouring Clan also joined in. Their styling is also very savage and terrifying.

These clans are more meritorious, and they will boil the heads of their enemies into special skeletons and hang them around their necks. It was the promise of Naozu that lured the clans who were fighting the creatures of the sea at the edge of the world to join the tribes that had invaded Azeroth.

This time the tribal gathering seemed to be even grander than the last one, and there was no end in sight to the orc phalanx.

Naozu looked at the countless orc soldiers, and his heart was full of fanaticism. This time he will conquer all of Azeroth, and he will become the overlord of both planes, and the support behind him will surely grant him greater power and endless lifespan.

"Great Shaman, the time is almost up." Kilrog's one-eyed eyes withdrew from the sky and looked at the Dark Door, excitedly saying that he felt his body begin to burn. In this battle, he wants to wash away the shame of the last time at the bottom of the pool, especially the jasper collar.

Naozu's ghost-like eyes glanced at the afterglow of the setting sun, and said in a hoarse voice, "Patience, what you need is patience. Sooner or later, great moments will come, and no one can stop them. We need to wait until the three zodiac signs shine, and we need to be foolproof. ”

"Yes, what we need is foolproof." Carlos excitedly licked the blade in his hand, this bright blade made of magic iron was stained with the blood of life I don't know how much, and every time he licked it, he could feel countless resentful spirits crying and wailing. And when the Dark Gate opens, his blade will slash more enemies again. How he longed for Brad to die under his blade, so that he could listen to the wailing of Brad's remnant soul at all times.

Naozu smiled with satisfaction, and he felt complacent. Now there is only one voice in the entire tribe, and that is him, the voice of the great shaman of the orcs, and no one dares to defy his will. Not a single daring student pointed fingers at him, not a single unruly black hand followed Gul'dan to rebel against him, and not a single mage-killer with a legendary weapon looked at him with disdain.

Now, he is the master of the orcs. He glanced at it, and the tall figure with the blood-red battle axe was even more satisfied, and even Grom, who was the most reluctant to obey orders, followed his steps, and what could stop him.

Time passed quietly in silence, the massive orcs barely made a sound, the entire space was slaughtered, even the most ferocious beasts were far away from this side, and there was a dead silence around.

The loudest sound was the roaring of torches made of thorn-hoofed tallow burning, and the sky grew darker and darker, and finally the sky was full of stars.

Naozu finally opened his eyes again and said, "Circle ready." ”

"Yes." Some orc warlocks excitedly began to input their magic power, and began to activate around the towering dark gate.

"You all retreat to your clans, stay a little longer, and we will be able to conquer another world and save our trapped people." Nao Zu watched the chiefs of the clan return to his clan, but he stood in the middle of the dark door: "Activate, the time is up." ”

Thundered......

The entire Dark Gate was shrouded in a deep purple light, forming a dreamlike world. The circle beneath Naozu's feet also began to glow, and a huge vortex was formed.

"The ancient ritual has begun."

A strong light emanated from Naozu's eyes, and then two decibels of light shot into the eyes of the statues standing on either side of the Dark Gate.

With the infusion of energy, the entire Dark Gate emitted an earth-shattering roar, and a little starlight began to appear in the middle of the Dark Gate. And the starlight began to spin, quickly forming a vortex. No one could feel the breath of another plane, as if they were cut off by something.

Nao Zu was already floating in the air because of the power of the circle, and an hour had passed. The Dark Gate seemed to be back in working order, but Naozu knew that the Dark Gate was nothing more than a portal. But only teleported in Draenor, and his link to Azeroth was still being cut off.

And the orcs below were all staring nervously at the portal, and their hearts were full of excitement and anticipation before the real connection, and more worries. Their fear is that their assumptions are wrong.

Instead of looking at the sky, something with an eye surnamed Zhang appeared in his hand, and then he threw it into the sky.

Dalaran's Eye glowed brightly violet, and then a tome of magic floated up, followed by a scepter.

The three treasures formed a triangle in mid-air to enclose the Dark Gate, and the dark glow of the Scepter, the purple glow of the Eye of Dalaran, and the arcane glow of the Magic Tome illuminated the area strangely.

And at this time, in the expectant gaze of countless orcs. The three mysterious constellations in the sky began to shine continuously, and as time passed, the light became more and more dazzling, eventually surpassing the brightness of the bright moon. The whole world was silvery white.

All the people of this world are looking up at the sky, a black dragon flashes under the starry sky, a huge giant hundreds of yards tall stands on a cliff full of boulder spikes and roars in the sky, and four powerful creatures on a throne are plotting something. And the place where the Tunguska explosion also had several powerful auras, all of them looking up at the sky.

Suddenly, the three constellations shot out three intense beams of light as if they had come to life, shining on the three treasures at a speed that even the gods could not dodge. The three treasures seem to form three different suns.

The dazzling light could not be seen directly at all, and all the orcs temporarily lost their vision. They just felt a huge aura sweep around them, and their souls trembled.

Click...... (To be continued......)