As night fell, the Storm Fortress was lit up, and the largest side hall was even more lively at the moment.

In fact, there is not much difference between the banquet of humans and the banquet of the upper elves, but there are cultural differences in the specific style and process, but the form of the banquet is still a somewhat quiet drinking party, and the dignitaries and dignitaries gather together in twos and threes according to their own small circles, holding wine glasses and talking in a low voice.

The human mages of Stormwind City rarely attended this banquet, but their real purpose was naturally not to think about it, it must be to ask questions from the upper-level elven mages who were pulling those sassy bags.

There is no way, now the human race has long known about the unkind behavior of the High Elves back then.

Shit! We humans sent our main legions to help you fight the trolls, and you gave us a castrated and scaled down version of the spell system in return!

Therefore, now the human mages are in a relationship with the upper elves, trying to get some high-level spell systems from the Well of Eternity period.

Although the upper elves are extremely arrogant, they are ordered by the gods to have a good relationship with humans, so they have to communicate with them patiently.

However, the elves soon discovered that humans are too social, and it is extremely comfortable to pat yourself on the back, and you can talk and do things without leaking.

After three rounds of drinking, several elven mages have accepted the invitation of human mages or nobles, and they will go out together in the future, and various "meeting gifts" will come and go.

Lothar was dancing with a few high-level elf swordsmen at the moment, and it seemed that they were discussing martial arts.

Immediately after that, Lothar looked constipated, and the magic swordsmen shook their heads one after another, saying that Lothar really has no talent for sensing magical energy, so let's be an honest warrior.

Medivin sat on the soft chair in the corner of the banquet hall, wondering whether he wanted to muster up the courage to go up and talk to the Titan God, just when he was still struggling with his thoughts, he suddenly saw the Titan God's hand holding a wine glass and taking the initiative to walk towards him.

"Medivan, the new Guardian, you have inherited many of the traits of your mother Egwene, and that little girl came to see me back then, but she made a great impression on me. ”

Well... 100,000 gold coins were swept on credit, and Boss Hu said that this impression could be remembered for a lifetime.

Hearing this, Medivan immediately stood up and saluted.

"Uh... Greetings to you, Lord God, I ... But before Medivan could finish speaking, he noticed that it was dark in front of him, and then he was in a swirling golden space.

What's going on? There's no reason for the Titan Divine Venerable to do anything to me.

Boss Hu's figure condensed, "Don't think about it, this is just my spiritual world, and some words are inconvenient to say in the outside world." ”

Medivan nodded immediately, it seemed that this Titan God had some secrets to tell him.

"Speak, please. ”

"It's about your problem, this is the main reason why I came to Stormwind this time, what I'm going to tell you next, you have to be mentally prepared, of course, I will also tell you the specific way to deal with it, which requires your cooperation. ”

Medivan nodded vigorously, full of doubt.

In addition to the guardian, what other big things can he have, will the Titan God Venerable be too tight...

"You are Sargeras. ”

Burst!!!

After talking in the spirit world for a long time, the outside world only felt that the two of them paused for a few seconds at the same time, and then returned to normal.

Medivan looked depressed, and slowly sat back in the soft chair behind him, his eyes a little glazed.

Hu Feng pulled another chair and sat next to Medivan, patting him on the shoulder.

"Okay, cheer up, where has all the arrogance of your Guardian gone? Didn't I already tell you how to deal with it, follow the plan step by step, and you'll be fine. ”

Medivan nodded, exhaled a long breath, and then rubbed his face vigorously with both hands.

"That's right... That's right, now that we're in the ascendant, and with precautions and countermeasures, the Dark God won't win, and I won't let him succeed. ”

But soon he collapsed again, "But Lord God... I get sick at the thought of that evil god lurking inside me... Can't you speed it up a little ... ”

Hu Feng immediately shook his head, "Don't be in a hurry, and I have to remind you that your mind must be flat, use your greatest energy to cover up this part of your soul memory, and you can take the initiative to give up control of your body when necessary." ”

"Okay, I see, last question ... Does the door of darkness have to be opened?"

"That is, it must be opened, such a good population and labor, so much land and resources, don't want to be a fool. ”

Medivan sighed again when he heard this.

The Dark Gate, the Other World, the Orcs...

But what the Titan God Venerable said is right, since there is this opportunity, then try to maximize the benefits.

After all, he is also a pragmatist, and he does not have so many so-called ideals and the righteousness of the saint of harmony.

Boss Hu has another idea.

Tribes must be born, and the world needs more and more powerful help.

Use any means, at all costs, for the sake of Azeroth, for all that is valued around you.

Draenor World, Shadowmoon Valley.

The once glorious temple of Carabo has now become a burning hell and ruins.

The ruins of the walls, the unextinguished flames burned muffled everywhere, and the bodies of the draenei were strewn everywhere.

The few surviving draenei captives were tied in long strings of rough rope like livestock, and were brutally pulled away by the orc soldiers.

The Black Hand High Chief kicked away a draenei corpse and strode out of the city, where a herald arrived panting and gave a chest-beating salute.

"Great Chief, a few strange giant crystal creatures that glow have helped the Draenei, and the Prophet Velony and the remnants of the Draenei have escaped on a crystal ship that can float in the sky!"

"Bastard! Isn't it an order that you must kill them all anyway!" the Black Hand immediately became furious when he heard this, kicking the herald seven or eight meters away, and roared angrily.

Gul'dan's figure appeared behind the black hand and tapped the ground with his staff.

"If those Naru rescued the Delaney, the tribe would not be able to catch up, and those air fortresses of the Holy Light Crystal Plate should have left the Draenor world by now. ”

The black hand smashed the stone wall next to him with a punch, looking unwilling.

"Then let them go?"

"No, of course not, my Great Chief. Gul'dan laughed hoarsely, "I'm starting to repeat the same dream now, there's a being guiding me, now just have to wait... ”

"Soon, the tribe will have a new world, a new world, a new world that is vast and incomparably fragile... There, you'll get everything you want, the Great Chief, whether it's the Delaney, or the endless killing. ”

The Black Hand is convinced of this, his IQ is seriously lacking, and he is good for nothing but a terrifying body of force, and the Black Hand is an obedient puppet of Guldan.

"So what do we do?"

"I'll tell you, Great Chief, but first, we have to build something... A door, to be exact. ”

Orgrim and Durotan rode their wolves across the lands of Shadowmoon Valley, heading towards the Nagrand Prairie.

"I am now more and more convinced that Gul'dan brings more destruction and self-destruction than strength. ”

Orgrim agreed with his old friend, but was still a little unsure.

"It can't be that serious, no matter how strong Gul'dan's power is, he can't destroy a world, right? At this, Orgrim paused. "Not even Goron. ”

Durotan shook his head worriedly, "I don't know, but my hunch has never been stronger, and I think we should deal with it sooner." ”

"Don't let other clans know what you think, these times are sensitive, and any sign of weakness will lead to ruin. Orgrim snapped to his friend.

Durotan nodded, his heart full of bitterness.

Is only the madness that destroys everything a sign of bravery?

What happened to the once noble and glorious orcs?