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Outlands, Nagrand steppe, Galadar.

High in the sky of the town was also hovering at the moment a demonic warship, occasionally dropping groups of hellfire towards the ground.

On the vast prairie, several terrible scars appeared in the originally beautiful landscape, several large spires of sorrow dug deep into the ground, constantly polluting the natural environment of the grassland, and groups of demon soldiers strode out through the portals in the towers, joining the compatriots who were attacking everywhere.

A group of brown-skinned orcs are fighting the demon forces outside Galadar, guarding the gates of the town behind them to prevent the demons from making any further progress.

Garrosh Hell roared and gasped, his side had been temporarily emptied without any enemies standing.

Garrosh has led the Maghan orcs to defeat countless demonic attacks, but these demons are like weeds on the ground, and they can never be killed.

But Garrosh still boured his spirits, and took advantage of the short break to direct his fellow orcs to repair the dilapidated fortifications and prepare for the next wave of attacks.

He must not fall, the safety of Galadar is all tied to himself, and the safety of the entire Maghan clan is also up to him.

He is the son of Grom Hell Roar, and he must not discredit the hero's father.

But my father has not heard from me for a long time, and the only one who has returned to his homeland is the Blood Ring Clan, and they have been refusing to reveal how the tribe is fighting in the other world.

Has the tribe won, and if so, why not come back to meet the people who have remained in their homeland?

Or is it ... Garrosh didn't dare to think any further.

The world of Azeroth is the last hope for the Horde, and if the Tribe is defeated there, the future of the Orcs will be extremely dark.

"Overseer, Grandmother called you over, and she was worried about you. ”

At this moment, an orc soldier hurriedly ran over and said to Garrosh.

"I'll go. ”

If there is anyone Garrosh admires the most, it is, of course, the father Grom hell roared.

But worship doesn't have to be obedient, and he doesn't want to be a follower behind his parents, he has his own ideas and persistence.

But for the kind elder of Grandmother Gaianya, Garrosh did what he said.

After her father left, it was Grandmother Gaianya who took care of her, who taught her and guided her when she was confused, and although she was not a shaman, she was more worthy of respect than a shaman in Garrosh's opinion.

Therefore, only Grandmother Gaianya can influence or even interfere with Garrosh's decision.

Not only him, but the entire tribe had great respect for Grandmother Gaianya.

On the eve of the invasion of the world of Azeroth, Kargas* Blade Fist tried to drain the Orcs of the Maghan clan who could still fight, but was reprimanded by Grandmother Gaianya in person, and was as irritable as Kargas, and in the end he also returned in vain.

War is raging on the Nagrand savannah, and the war is taking place on the Hellfire Peninsula as brutally.

Located not far from the Dark Gate, Glory Fort is now like a small boat in the ocean, bearing the endless and crazy onslaught of the demon army.

The walls were already dilapidated and crumbling, and waves of hellfire continued to fall from the sky and smashed directly into the interior of the fortress.

But the Lordaeron soldiers guarding here still did not give up, and their hearts still held on to the belief of returning home.

They will not give up their resistance, they must survive the war, return to their homeland of Lordaeron, and return to their wives and children again.

How long has it been since I have seen my relatives back home? In my rare spare time, the soldiers of the Lordaeron Expeditionary Force leaned against the city, or sat in the humble tavern in the fortress, nostalgic for everything that had come home.

The young man from Talon County was now bearded, his hair was disheveled, and his armor was rusty and full of broken chips.

"Haha, you delicate old man from Stratholm City, haven't been to our Dalong County, when this damned war is over, I will take you to see my hometown, the scenery of our orchard there, you can't see it in Stratholm City. ”

His words immediately drew echo from the surrounding soldiers, who were also from small towns.

"That's right, we Chebosel too, you delicate lords from the city can't see the scenery of our hometown. ”

The soldiers from the capitals of Stratholme and Lordaeron are trying to find reasons to refute them, while also being nostalgic for their homeland and deepening the memories of the old days that will never be erased.

"You hillbillies haven't seen the Cathedral of the Holy Light! I'll tell you, when the war is over, I'll take you hillbillies to see the world, you haven't seen the big carriage used by the royal family of Minethir, God... That's a luxury, and I wish I could be a noble lord and never have to fight such a damn war again. ”

"Hahahaha, don't be delusional, you will become the groom and bodyguard of the noble lord at most. ”

As they spoke, the soldiers fell silent, clutching their rough glasses in a daze.

Oh, yes... Hometown, they really want to go back.

The soldiers of the Lordaeron Expeditionary Force, they are a group of ordinary little people who can't even remember their names, they are pathetic cannon fodder, and they are the power tools of the noble lords.

They are miserable, but they are also lucky.

They escaped the scourge of the undead and saved their lives, but their loved ones, friends, and everything they knew was gone.

Some are dead, some have joined the Scarlet Crusade or the Silver Dawn, and some are still fighting for the Lordaeron Restoration.

The soldiers of the expeditionary force will soon face the harsh reality that will blow them to the head.

To the northwest of Fort Glory, the Hellfire Fortress, where the fighting is at its fiercest.

Illidan gathered all of his orcs in the fortress, and with their strong fortifications and towering walls, they fended off the Burning Legion's all-out assault from the sky to the ground.

Currently, the Burning Legion is located on the Hellfire Peninsula's largest stronghold, the northernmost Throne of Kil'Gardan, and four demon-forging camps have been established on the outskirts of this basin, from which a steady stream of demonic armies have poured out.

And in the cage seal at the very bottom of the Hellfire Fortress, the laughter of the Abyss Lord Mathridon spread throughout the fortress.

"Hahaha, the Legion will burn you to ashes, that arrogant fool of Illidan, he will pay with his life!

The Dark Gate has been lost, and the High Demons of the Burning Legion have gathered here to find a way to destroy it for good.

But the reality is very skinny, and they have tried every means they can think of, but they have not been able to do even the slightest damage to this giant portal.

However, it is not surprising at all that this dark portal designed by the Dark Titan Sargeras himself would not be a Titan creation level if it could be destroyed so easily.

The Burning Legion still needs time.

But it seems, their time is running out.