War...

Destroy...

Burning anger churns in the heart ...

This is an unusually conspicuous world in the infinite universe, this huge planet has an abnormal dark green color, the tsunami-like raging flames of evil energy, and the earth polluted by evil energy.

This is the heart of the planet Argus, the Burning Throne of Antorus, the Burning Legion.

A giant with a fiery red body was sitting in the gloomy hall in contemplation, his eyes glinting with endless cunning and evil wisdom.

The fraudster Kilgardan, one of the two giants of the Burning Legion.

Together with Akmund the Polluter, he rules an endless army of demons, destroying worlds for the great god Sargeras, and this universe will one day be burned to the ground.

Then the universe will usher in a pure new life, there will be no more corruption of the Void Lord, no more depravity and darkness, and the beings of all worlds will be reborn in Pannia will have new development and prosperity.

Sargeras, the Dark Titan, was convinced of this, and Akmund the Polluter was equally convinced of the Divine Lord's persistence.

And the fraudster Kilgardan ... Well, Kilgardan should believe it too.

Kil'Gardan then remembered the past 10,000 years ago, the same place, the same headquarters of the Burning Legion.

The orc warrior stepped through the portal to the Burning Throne of Antorus*, and with the pair of battle axes held aloft, he single-handedly fended off the Endless Legions, buying crucial time for the world he guarded behind the portal.

Orcs ... Tribe...

When Broxs struck Sargeras with his axe, Kilgardan kept the two words firmly in his mind.

They are born warriors, and with a little guidance, they will be an incredibly powerful new boost to the Legion.

And so began a long search journey.

In the end, two surprises hit Kilgardan.

As the fraudsters hunt down his former compatriot Draenei, he discovers the world called Draenor, and the orcs who live and thrive in this world.

That's right, it's that race!

And I also found the traitor of the prophet Velon, killing two birds with one stone!

So the fraudster began his stealthy plan, preferring to kill people without seeing blood rather than Akmund the Polluter who preferred to destroy his enemies with violence.

He instigated the orc shaman named Gul'dan, promising him unimaginable power and giving him demonic blood.

Overwhelmed by the power of evil powers, Gul'dan reveled in the power that could destroy everything, and eventually he became the first warlock.

The orc tribes began to be dismantled from within, warlocks flourished, and more and more shamans embraced the corruption of evil powers, discarding the noble and glorious traditions that had once been.

The fearless warriors, on the other hand, drank the blood of demons, their bodies polluted to green, even scarlet, their sanity filled with the desire to kill, and degenerated into killing machines.

The Horde quickly proved its strength by attacking the Draenei, who had been at peace with the orcs, and reducing the areas of Tarador and Shadowmoon Valley to a scorched earth of war.

The fly in the ointment was that the prophet Veron was helped by the Naru of the Legion of Light, and the remaining draenei escaped again in a ship made of crystal.

Legion of Light ... That MLM mother Zela... Ahem, Zela, the Mother of Light, was the first Naru to be born, and Kil'Gardan had wanted to get rid of her for a long time, and now it was confirmed once again that she was indeed a scourge.

But another surprise fell from the sky.

The Great Divine Lord has descended on Azeroth, the world that once inflicted the first defeat on the Burning Legion.

The master has taken control of the world's most powerful guardian, and now he will join forces with the Legion to build a permanent portal directly to the world of Draenor where the orcs are located.

As for the old orc shaman named Naozu, Kilgardan had a new plan in mind.

He plans to transform Neozu and then throw him to the world of Azeroth, where he will use the Scourge to cause panic in the world.

When the corpses of their comrades and comrades stood up again and returned to attack themselves, those pathetic mortals would cry out in despair.

As a fraudster, he likes nothing more than to see conspiracy and suspicion, and the resulting civil strife and fratricidal strife that eventually lead to self-destruction.

It won't be long before the Burning Legion's endless army will be ready, and the Legion will descend on the world of Draenor, cross the Dark Gate, and invade the world of Azeroth once again, and the defeat will never be repeated.

Under the Burning Crusade, Azeroth will also burn to the ground!

As for now, let those orc tribes be cannon fodder and explore the way first.

The world of Draenor, once the Tanaan Jungle, is now the Hellfire Peninsula.

The evil power brought by Gul'dan and the warlocks has seriously polluted this once beautiful world, and the Tanaan jungle was not turned into a wasteland so quickly, but it seems that the established fate has shifted somewhat, and the evil power mastered by the warlocks is much more powerful than the established fate.

The world is collapsing and dying.

The ocean is gone, and the continent is like a huge floating island suspended in the dark void.

The Plain of Farlanon in the north had completely collapsed at this moment, turning into a terrifying and incomparably shattered Void Storm region.

The Shadow Moon Valley to the south has long since turned into a dead and silent wasteland of evil energy, and the once deep and magnificent forests and plains have long since become history, leaving only the ruins of the Karabo Temple silently complaining about the atrocities of the evil tribe.

The only area with less impact is the Nagrand Savannah, the core of the Orcs.

But because the ocean disappeared and the continent shattered, the land on the edge of the prairie also split and disintegrated, and some of the gravel even floated into the air, and gravity was completely out of control.

The orcs placed all the wounded soldiers from various clans, as well as the old, weak, sick and disabled groups, to form a new clan called Maghan.

In a way, they belong to the outcasts.

Because this world is coming to an end, the tribe must leave and go to the beautiful new world that Gul'dan promised, and continue to multiply.

A massive gate tens of meters high stands on the scarlet, cracked wasteland on the edge of the Hellfire Peninsula, and this massive project is about to be completed.

This is the Dark Gate, the work of Gul'dan and Medivan.

This permanent portal, powered entirely by evil energy, is no less stable than the portal opened with the energy of the Well of Eternity back then, but now the dark portal is much more stable and does not need to be maintained by mages at all times.

Sargeras is no brainless villain, he knows how to learn from his failures and turn them into successes.

The most powerful thug in the Pantheon back then was never a muscular idiot.

In terms of scheming and intelligence, his former lieutenant, Agrama, was not at all comparable.

A tide of darkness is about to sweep across Azeroth.