In the blink of an eye, three years have passed since the end of the Battle of Dragon Roar City, which was beyond many people's imagination.

Three years ago, the alliance powerhouses exhausted and returned home with a great victory, bringing prestige unimaginable to the upper echelons of the entire alliance.

Especially in the interior of the six human nations at the northern end of the Eastern Kingdom Continent, the turmoil and turmoil caused by some forces that had been revealed due to the restoration of the legal system of the Alaso Empire also subsided in an instant with this hearty victory.

Peace has once again come to this land of brilliant civilization and harmony and common prosperity.

Every day, every moment, the caravans from the Holy Arathor Empire to the realm of the Alliance stretch back and forth from north to south. Countless new things. With the fall of the Dragonroar Orcs, the Grimbaatar region, which was originally blocked by the remnants of the tribe and connected the north and south of the continent, converged.

It seems that the Creation Titans in the shadows are giving these warriors who have repelled foreign invaders a great blessing.

During these three years, there has not been a single major natural disaster within the boundaries of the known civilizations of the entire Eastern Kingdom, including the Holy Arathor Empire.

The nobles and powerful of the alliance countries reaped huge profits from trade with the empire; Even ordinary ordinary farmers, in such a good year, they can even eat a full meal.

The entire continent of the Eastern Kingdoms was plunged into a classical flourishing that was missed by countless artists of Azeroth for a long time afterward.

However, the threat of evil is not far from this planet destined for many disasters, and new conspiracies are already in the making.

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The Outlands, the home of the orcs of Draenor, a withered planet once as beautiful as Azeroth, but now largely barren and decaying due to the overuse of evil powers.

"Most of the twelve regions in the east have decayed, and our Chewing Bone Clan hasn't had enough to eat for three months!"

"Our Thunder King clan is not the same, two of the three hunting woodlands have withered."

"Damn, if this continues, we, we will all perish!"

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Countless chiefs from orc clans, large and small, were noisy in the halls of the tribal tent.

After arguing for a long time, these powerful orc warriors and shamans, as well as a small group of evil magicians, selected a few of the most powerful orc clan chiefs as representatives, and looked at the far front of the tribe's tent, an old and wise old orc shaman wearing a bone spur cloak.

"Great Elder Naozu."

"This damn world is getting more and more corrupt, and the survival of the clan has reached the most dangerous moment."

These orc warriors, who were supposed to be brave, had no way to deal with this planetary apocalypse threat, so they could only say to the old shaman in a trembling voice.

"We want your help!"

When the Gate of Darkness closed abnormally, the orcs of these tribes who remained in the Outlands Draenor knew that most of their brothers who were trying to conquer the New World were already more than lucky.

They all knew very well that Gul'dan had suppressed all the clans of the orcs and forcibly formed a tribe, but they didn't expect that such terrifying strength would also fall on the other side of the Dark Gate.

Although the orcs are brave, they are not mentally retarded, and during the final battle of the current Battle of the Dark Gate, the multiple demigod coercion that leaked to this side made the warriors of the orc clan who stayed in front of the gate at that time still fearful to this day.

"Hey!"

The teacher of the demithetic sorcerer Guldan, who had been killed by the Messiah, the great shaman elder of the tribe named Naozu, sat on the wide animal skin seat and let out a long sigh.

"You must have made up your last mind to come to me."

He glanced at the outermost handful of orc warlocks in the tent next to him, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

After his disciple Gul'dan led most of the warlocks to Azeroth, there were not many warlocks left, and the tribe no longer had a dominant position.

Neozu had been in contact with the man behind the lure of Gul'dan to become an Evil Warlock, and was one of the few orc tribes other than Durotan of the Frostwolf Clan who knew that it was the evil power that led to the brink of destruction in their world.

However, after the Dark Gate closed and he took over the power of the tribe again, he did not suppress these remaining evil warlocks, because they still needed their help for their final plans.

"Great Elder, the Chewing Bone Clan is ready to sacrifice 400,000 hard laborers!"

"The Thunder King clan has prepared 300,000 hard laborers."

"The Broken Hand Clan can only give out 170,000, this is our greatest effort!"

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Several of the chieftain's representatives standing in front of Naozu spoke out huge numbers one after another.

The planet Draenor is already inexorably decaying, and the only way out for the continuation of the orc race is to open another "dark door" to other worlds.

Although the orcs did not dare to attack the failed planet of Azeroth before they invaded, they knew from the knowledge left by Gul'dan in the past and learned from the Burning Legion that in the main material realm, not every planet would be as powerful as Azeroth.

However, there is no demigod-level "Guardian Traitor" in other worlds to act as an internal response.

The only way for these remnant orcs in Draeno is to sacrifice millions of greenskins with the evil spells of warlocks, and use the huge life force absorbed by the evil energy absorbed by them after their death to open the door to the next world.

"Alright! Prepare for war, my compatriots! ”

The old body of Nao Zu stood up, slowly walked to the center of the entire camp, and said bitterly to all the clan chiefs.

Although the hard labor is not valued in the various clans and has a low status, it is also a member of the clan group recognized by these orcs, and now many orcs are regretting why they slaughtered so few draenei, if they had saved a little back then, they would not be so helpless now.

But now the orc race has reached the most dangerous moment, and in the face of the collapse of the entire planet, they have no choice!

"This is our last effort, even if the new world remains as powerful as Azeroth."

"Then let our orcs perish in a brave battle!"

"For the Orcs, for the Horde!"

He held aloft the ancient staff representing the authority of the Great Chief, and shouted in grief.

However, it is probably the invasion of Azeroth that ruined the luck of the orcs.

Half a month later.

This orc race, which gave birth to a group of orcs who are good at death, was once one of the few natural life planets in this universe.

"Bump!"

After a loud bang that could be heard in the entire star system of Draenor.

Shattered apart, it shattered into a mixture of giant continental fragments stuck together.

Except for a few small fragments that faintly revealed powerful holy light and evil energy fluctuations, everything on this planet was completely destroyed.

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The World of Warcraft universe, at the junction of the main material world and the Chaos Void, is a strange plane like a natural ring barrier, called the "Twisted Void".

A dense group of Void Warships, built from the solid materials of tens of thousands of planets shattered, was stationed next to Marton Prison, spraying out thousands of beams of evil energy main cannons all the time, and waged a tragic war with countless Void Lords' subordinates, the Void Primordial Demons led by the Giant Ancient God.

At all times, there are countless demonic warriors burning with the flames of berserk evil energy, led by the high-level powerhouses of the Burning Legion such as the Abyss Lord and the Dread Lord, flying out of the cabin of the battleship, bravely repelling the attacks of wave after wave of Void Lord lackeys.

The roar of the cannon, the bloody shouts of killing, and the sound of high-pitched weapons colliding were resounding all over the place, and the whole ear was deafening!

Time passed minute by minute, although the number of Void Lords' subordinates was far more than ten times greater than that of the Burning Legion's evil warriors.

However, the evil energy demon of the Burning Legion has a "bug" level resurrection magic skill, as long as it is not directly annihilated at the beginning, even if the body is shattered countless times in an instant, it can still be reproduced and recovered in the gap between the void and the main material plane in a few days, and become an evil hero again.

It is precisely because of this that the Burning Legion was able to persist in the battlefield of the Twisted Void with its outnumbered enemies, and it has been inseparable from the subordinates of the Void Lord.

And at this moment, the largest flagship in the Burning Legion's Void Battleship Group.

"Go down! My adjutant. ”

Kilgardan, the giant horned demon god who sat high on the throne of evil energy on the bridge, ordered his two beautiful Eredar twin demons to step down in a dignified tone.

"I remember you, Naozu, the orc shaman!"

"Since your apprentice Gul'dan has failed to live up to my expectations,

A magnificent ice crystal with immense spiritual power and cold aura flashed from the void and hovered in front of Kil'Gardan, slowly spinning, exuding an aura of death and ominousness.

"So, next."

He cast his gaze burning with vast evil energy to the old orc shaman in front of him who was tied to the ground with a dead face, and continued coldly.

"It's your time to play!"

"O Azeroth!"

"Wu Kir Kadan, never give up!"

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