Woo~~Woo~~~

The low and long sound of the horn resounded through the endless snowfield.

A group of fierce beasts with white fur are running wildly in the snow field at this moment, their silver-white hair and the goose feathers and snow in the sky are integrated, and these fierce beasts are all about a meter tall, like calves.

The orcs on the back of the frost wolf have brown skin, they are all muscular, and in this cold and snowy place, each orc wears only a simple leather armor, the shoulders on both sides are decorated with the bones of various beasts, and behind the back is a rough, wind-dancing leather flag, embroidered with a silver-white wolf head.

The leader of the orcs was dressed in a complete set of frostwolf skins, the wolf's head almost covered half of his face, two sharp fangs that curved upwards protruded from his mouth, and the frostwolf mount under him was several times the size of the other frostwolves.

Woo~~~

One of the orcs in the team blew the desolate horn in his hand again, and the melodious sound of the horn lingered for a long time on the ancient snowfield of Frostfire Ridge.

In front of the snowfield, another team of wolf cavalry came head-on, the wolves under their crotches were pure black, and the orcs on their backs were much taller than their compatriots of the Frostwolf Clan.

The orc team had only a large black flag with a black hammer carved on it.

The two teams of wolf cavalry stopped one after another when they were more than ten meters apart, and the orcs who led the two sides rolled over and got off the wolf, and then hugged fiercely.

"Hahahaha, Durotan!"

"Long time no see, Orgrim. ”

Orgrim looked at his best friend in front of him, his mood had become a lot lighter during this time, and he must have been able to answer his doubts for himself.

"Xue Ge, long time no see. Orgrim strode over to his old friend Durontan's frostwolf mount and patted the giant she-wolf vigorously.

The she-wolf stuck out her tongue and licked Ogrim's big hand.

"Let's go, go back to the Dota Fortress, the banquet is already waiting for you, hahahaha!"

The two turned over to the wolf again and ran forward side by side, and the two teams of orc wolf cavalry merged into one and followed closely behind the two leaders.

Dota Fortress, a massive tower-shaped fortress that stands in the middle of a snowy field, has been built in the middle of a mountain where the Frostwolf clan has lived in this majestic megalithic fortress for generations.

It was already approaching evening, countless fires were faintly visible, the smoke was slowly rising, and the orcs of the Frostwolf Clan had finished their day's hunting and fighting, and sat in their stone houses to eat meat and drink.

The bitter howling cold wind began to blow, and the frost fire ridge at night was extremely cold, and no one wanted to continue to go out despite the extreme cold.

In the highest hall of the fortress, the orc generals sat around a large campfire, loud laughter and conversation made the hall noisy, while Durotan and Orgrim sat in a corner, touching the stone wine glasses in their hands.

"What's the matter, old friend, weren't you busy organizing large-scale hunting in the Nagrand steppes at this time in previous years, why did you suddenly come to me this time?"

Ogrim faced his best friend and took a sip of the liquor from his glass, not hiding the worry between his brows.

"I'm a little worried, no... Very worried, ever since Gul'dan and his Storm Marauder clan had shown his mysteriously terrifying power to the other clans, the situation had spiraled out of control... With that, Orgrim sighed again.

"The number of warlocks began to increase dramatically, while the number of shamans became fewer and fewer, and I understood that the power of warlocks was unusually strong, but ... ”

"But there's something strange about the warlock's power, isn't it. Durotan took over his friend's words.

"The Warlocks of the Storm Marauder Clan have also come to me, and they have shown their power, which is simply incredible... In the face of that force, I think even the mighty Goron cannot resist ... But I also saw that the power of the evil power, which was called evil, turned everything into scorched earth and left nothing to grow... And that power affects not only the land, but also the minds of the orcs. ”

Orgrim nodded fiercely when he heard this, "But now that Gul'dan is getting more and more powerful, many small clans have already taken the lead for him... And you're right, the changes caused by the power known as the evil energy are indeed the same, the jungle of Tanaan, where the Storm Marauder clan is located, a large area of land has completely changed at this moment, and the people affected by the evil energy... It's also become a little cruel and crazy, and they don't know what honor is anymore. ”

"And what about your worries, old friend, are you worried that the orcs will fall because of their evil powers?"

"No... I do not know... Now that the major clans have warlocks, hunting and fighting are indeed countless times easier than before, and even the black hand chief of our Blackstone clan has been strengthened by the infusion of evil energy. ”

Durotan was silent for a moment, then looked back at the noisy orc people in the hall.

"Leave it to time to decide, the ancestors will guide us, and all I can do now is to keep the Frostwolf Clan traditional and the shamanic teachings alive. ”

Shadowmoon Valley, the Temple of Carabo.

The old body of the prophet Velun collapsed to the ground suddenly, his face was in a cold sweat, and his body was trembling incessantly.

Tulani, the Priest of the Soulbinders, who was standing by the side, immediately rushed forward and lifted the Prophet on the ground.

"Prophet, what happened?"

Tulani's voice was delicate and gentle, but at the moment it was more of a doubt.

"Disaster ... A catastrophe enough to wipe out our Delaney, no ... I must seek the guidance of the Light. ”

Hearing this, Tulani's body immediately tensed, and a cool air came from the soles of her feet... Well, it came up from the bottom of the hoof.

The prophet Veron's prophecy is never wrong, but now a new calamity is about to befall Lenny, who has escaped so many calamities and escaped the pursuit of his former compatriots.

"Yes, guidance ... I must continue to communicate with that voice, the beings named Naru had taught me how to cope, and now I must know more. ”

In the Nagrand steppes, an army of orcs with no end in sight is constantly gathering.

Many of them no longer have their original brown skin, and after drinking the blood of power, they have replaced it with green skin, while some of their compatriots who have drunk too much have even turned red skin, with sharp bone spurs growing on their backs, and their eyes are also full of red light, and their tyrannical looks can be seen at a glance.

The calmness, straightforwardness, and sense of honor of the past seem to have left them, and at this moment, the assembly place is full of orcs who want to kill people because of the slightest trivial matter.

But no one could succeed, because every now and then, a long green whip of evil fire would slam into their bodies, causing them to scream wildly.

The warlocks maintained the discipline of these orcs from different clans, and these orc warlocks were all green skinned, with bulging blood vessels on their arms, and the blood inside seemed to be contaminated green by evil energy.

An unusually tall orc strode out of the tent and stood on the high platform.

His shoulders were adorned with two dragon-like skulls, two long, sharp tendrils dragging behind his back, and his hands had turned into a pair of terrifying sharp claws, mixed with dark green demonic energy, like rocks covered in green sewage.

"Silence!" The Black Hand Great Chieftain roared throughout the area.

"To the east! That Draenei have been living on that land long enough! Now, the united tribes will take that land and kill all their people!"

"Lok-tar! Lok-tar ogar!" resounded through the Nagrand steppes with wild cheers.

Behind the black hand, Guldan, who completely hid his face in the shadow of the black hood, watched all this quietly and laughed a few lowly.

A unified tribe is about to rise in the world of Draenor.