Above the sky, the fiery red sun sprinkled its scorching enthusiasm wantonly on the area around Stormwind.

This royal city, once one of the Seven Kingdoms of the Human Race, although there are countless gorgeous and magnificent human buildings in it, have been demolished into ruins by those departed human nobles.

However, due to the geographical advantages of its natural and excellent deep-water port, it did not affect the upper echelons of the tribe to use this place as a forward base to prepare for the next conquest of Azeroth.

And now, not far from the ruins of Stormwind, the former site of the King's Praetorian Guard.

Small loess-colored orc tents were one after another, like hills, surrounding the core of several huge orc tents, and there, hundreds of thousands of orc warriors were surrounding a clearing.

In the clearing, under a huge tribal battle flag tens of meters high and hanging from a log flagpole. A battle that can be said to determine the future authority of the orc tribe, the ancient and traditional Makgora (that is, the duel), is underway.

"Bang!"

Two stout arms that could run horses in the true sense of the word, with a piercing sonic boom with a piercing sound, collided fiercely.

The powerful force of the dueling between the arms, the air pressure formed by the oppression, blew two hurricanes, threw up countless dust on the ground, and shot outward at great speed from the place where the two orc's limbs collided.

"Orgrim, who gave you the guts!"

Blackhand, the head of the tribe's dragon, roared angrily with the fangs of his mouth bulging out of his mouth.

"How dare you betray me!"

"Great Chief, do you really think that Gul'dan can give us a new world?"

The lieutenant of the Black Hand, the former lieutenant Orgrim Doomhammer, the signature skewer on his chin swayed from side to side as he emotionally defended.

"Look at the area around the Dark Gate, how ······ from our hometown"

Before Orgrim could finish speaking, a dark green light flashed in the black hand's eyes, and the thick voice directly interrupted Orgrim's words.

"Shut up! Orgrim, you traitor! ”

The strength of the right arm that was in a stalemate with Ogrim suddenly retracted, and with a vigor that did not match the setting of the huge body, he swung his left fist from the side.

After all, the Black Hand was the first powerful warrior to bring the tribe out of the barbaric division and toward unity, and took advantage of the momentary distraction of Orgrim's speech to bombard Orgrim's right cheek.

The powerful force of hundreds of tons directly blasted Orgrim into the air, and then fell fiercely to the ground more than twenty meters behind, and the huge smoke and dust were instantly thrown up by this impact, spreading in the clearing.

"Ahem!" "Ahem!"

Half a thump later, Orgrim struggled out of the pit he had been knocked out of by his body, prostrate on the ground and coughing loudly.

During the battle just now, he had already noticed the evil colors that flashed in the black hand's eyes from time to time.

Wiped the black and red blood flowing from the corners of his mouth with difficulty, and seeing that the big chief's black hand uncharacteristically did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, Ogrim secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and muttered in a low voice.

"Unexpectedly, what Garona and Durotan told me is indeed right, the Black Hand Great Chief is really controlled by Guldan's evil power!"

The tens of thousands of orc warriors who were watching around didn't notice that between Orgrim's right hand at this moment, some small glass bottles were shattered, mixed with droplets of water that were faintly pure Yahweh's holy power, and they slipped from his fingers invisibly and imperceptibly, mixing in the flying sand around him.

Breathing a sigh of relief, ignoring the countless scars on his body, he struggled to stand up, through the sand and smoke around him, Orgrim, an orc with thick eyebrows and big eyes, could already see the black hand not far away, and after being stimulated by the pure divine power, the eyes were obviously in a state of confusion and confusion.

"I, Hammer of Doom!"

"This world, which is about to become a new home for the orcs, must not be destroyed by Gul'dan's conspiracy!"

With a ruthless heart, Ogrim finally let go of the friendship he had with the black hand for many years, looked down at the sharp bone spurs on his arm, which were originally ornaments, and quickly charged towards the black hand who was in a state of chaos······

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On the other side, the mysterious and imposing Karazan Tower tops the top.

"No wonder the deceitful Kil'gardan will let the old man Gul'dan open the dark door in this area."

"This space node, which links the half-plane and runs through the outer regions of the Void, is itself a flaw in the planetary defense circle of Azeroth after being devastated by the ancient war!"

The black-robed archmage Samast released the dark purple magic visible to the naked eye with his hands, and combined with his vast spiritual power, he quickly disintegrated the last hundreds of Guardian casters, and for hundreds of years, he applied the traction spell on the half-plane and tied it to the top of Karazhan.

Samast had been in this ghost place for months, far more knowledgeable than any of the indigenous spellcasters in Azeroth, and he had a great deal of research on the formation of the space in which this half-plane was located.

"Coupled with the efforts of generations of guardians who don't know the truth and consequences, this spatial rift, which is just innocuous in itself, the size of a basketball, has slowly expanded over the centuries with various spells."

"This is the formation of this giant spatial rift here that is enough to contain a plane of nearly 6 square kilometers and a half, which directly affects the stability of the surrounding geographical space."

The white-robed priest Messiah, who was beside the black-robed archmage, said in a calm tone while exuding the holy power of Yahweh, maintaining the stability of this half-plane during the demolition of Samast.

"In this way, it can be regarded as an alternative if you don't die······ Forehead! ”

Before he could finish speaking, suddenly, as if he had sensed something suddenly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the pure light of Yahweh flowed in his pupils.

"What happened?"

The black-robed archmage Samast looked at the white-robed priest beside him with some curiosity, in the past few months of contact with him, this man who had been made a holy light god by Edward on the Essence rarely showed special emotional changes, and always looked calm with everything under control.

"The divine power of Yahweh tells me that the Black Hand of the Horde has died at the hands of the Hammer of Doom."

Messiah frowned slightly, he really didn't expect that his power would play such a major role in the death of the black hand.

It could almost be said that if it weren't for the bottle in Orgrim's hand, the high-purity Yahweh holy water left behind by the priesthood that Garona and Durontan had found from a resistance camp evacuated from one of the camps, the Hammer of Doom might not have been able to defeat the black hand of the victorious state.

After all, in this world after he changed, Medivan's thinking before his death was not linked to Gul'dan, and Gul'dan did not fall into a coma because of the fall of the demigod guardian, and was controlled by Gul'dan as a puppet's black hand, but he was not weakened in the slightest.

Hearing the Messiah's words, Samast silently calculated in his heart, looked at the white-robed god stick next to him, and said in a somewhat squeezing tone.

"The Hammer of Doom became the Grand Chief of the Horde, and although Gul'dan was not severely damaged, he was imprisoned in the Cursed Lands in disguise because the Dark Gate was not stable and required him to continue casting spells to maintain it."

"So, everything now seems to have returned to the rhythm of Warcraft's original history?"

"No!"

Hearing the ridicule of our own people made our savior Messiah's face change slightly, and he couldn't hold his face.

"Your Excellency Samast, my arrival will definitely change everything on this planet and this world!"

The holy light behind him suddenly dazzled, and an extremely conspicuous circle of light appeared behind the Messiah's head, and for a while, the white-robed divine stick continued to rise!

"The main body of the Gate of Light in the city of Mercia has been built, just waiting for us to move this half-plane."

"When the Gate of Light opens, the army of angels under my throne will repel those orcs, and the entire southern half of the Eastern Kingdom will be shrouded in the glory of my Divine Yahweh!"

Already during this time, the black-robed archmage Samast, who had been informed by the Messiah of the Light's plan, was bored when he heard the Messiah's words.

"Okay, but you're going to have to speed up."

"In the main body, we also need the clergy of the Church on Marvel Earth to support the continental conquest war of the Holy Camelot Kingdom."

"There's not a lot of time left for you!"

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On the coastline of the Wild West, a massive structure comparable to the Dark Gate, being built with the help of hundreds of thousands of shallow fishmen, towers over the west side of the city of Mercia.

Two pairs of giant Seraphim statues, embracing the straight doorposts, reflect the divine door-shaped shadows in the light of the sun, exuding divine light······