A few days later, at night, a wide altar in the jungle of Tanaan, orc clans from all over the world gathered.

Woo~~~Woo~~~

The sound of the trumpet sounded throughout the night, and it did not disperse for a long time.

Below the altar was already crowded with people, and countless torches lit up the entire area like stars.

On the platform at the top of the altar, Guldan's old body, shrouded in a robe hood, stood silently beside a stone table, on which was a large stone basin filled with a full pot of dark green viscous liquid.

From the demonic blood of the Abyss Lord, the bounty of the Burning Legion, this is the fate of the orcs.

At this moment, there was a commotion and cheers, and the orcs under the altar took the initiative to split into two parts, making way for the middle path.

Grom Hellroar strode up to the top of the altar, his signature weapon: Bloodroar.

Strangely, though, Hellroar was followed by an orc with his features completely hidden in his hood, and no one knew him, but it seemed that Hellroar trusted this strange orc very much.

Not only that, but some of the more observant orcs also noticed a hint of something wrong, the main army of the Warsong Clan seemed to be assembled on the periphery, and it was also carrying a pile of black things, which made it impossible to see clearly under the cover of night.

Arriving on the platform at the top of the altar, Grom looked at Gul'dan, who was hunched in front of him, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

"That's what you're talking about, the gift of endless power that will bring the orcs?' is what you call sublimation?" Grom snorted heavily as he glanced at the dark green viscous liquid in the stone basin.

Gul'dan nodded, picked up the wooden cup next to the stone basin, filled it with the dark green liquid, and handed it to Grom with both hands.

"That's right, drink it... Hell roars, this is the blood of the gods, which will bring you endless power. ”

Grom took the cup and sniffed it, frowning.

"So,... ”

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"Well, Guldan, what is the price?"

Hearing this, Gul'dan slowly pulled down his hood, revealing his dark green skin and blood-red eyes, the evil energy had completely polluted the old orc's body, and the ancestors and shamans had completely abandoned him.

"All of it. ”

Grom stared at Gul'dan for a moment, then sneered, as if unfazed by the change, and raised the wooden cup in his hand as if to suffocate it, and Gul'dan smiled at this.

The cup then rested on Grom's lips, and he slammed the demonic blood from the cup onto the ground.

"No... No, no, no, this shouldn't be ... Gul'dan immediately widened his eyes, he had never expected Grom to do such a thing.

"How dare you refuse this gift, the Burning Legion will punish you stupid and lowly orcs!"

But before the old warlock could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a thick voice.

Blutarus emerged from the shadows behind the altar, the massive Abyss Lord covered in unholy flames, his hands severed by himself, and a pair of razor-sharp rune blades attached.

Grom raised his head and stared at the Abyss Lord, snorting coldly, "Sure enough... ”

Immediately, he nodded to Garrosh beside him, who immediately raised the torch in his hand and shook it vigorously a few times.

The next moment, a violent roar accompanied by the firelight came, and the main force of the Warsong Clan guarding the periphery showed their hideous fangs.

It was a row of brand-new steel cannons.

Goblin military technology from the world of Azeroth, as well as the energy technology of the Ethereals.

A large-caliber armor-piercing projectile whistled and flew in, and then directly pierced the heavy armor on Blutarus's chest, and the Abyss Lord, who had been knocked back several steps, immediately let out a loud roar.

Before he could fight back, a succession of high-explosive shells continued to strike, accurately concentrating the fire of the Abyss Lord.

Gul'dan, who was nearby, was knocked to the side by the air wave generated by the explosion and collapsed to the ground.

Blutarus was blown up, when did this primitive lowly orcs have such a devastating weapon?

Shaking his head, the Abyss Lord roared angrily, propped himself up, and prepared to slaughter the orcs in front of him.

Then he saw a burly figure leap out of the flames, it was Grom's hellish roar.

He raised his tomahawk and roared, leaping with the help of running.

The axe slammed into the center of the Abyss Lord's skull, and the blade of the axe stuck deep into the demon's skull, killing him instantly.

The Abyss Lord let out a deafening roar, and Grom was knocked out of the way, slammed to the ground, and then struggled to get back to his feet.

A burst of dark green light erupted from the massive wound.

Then, the Abyss Lord blew up.

The spewed flames of evil energy struck in all directions like fiery dragons, but Grom was undaunted, opening his arms to face the biggest challenge of all.

But he couldn't, and Garrosh sprang from the side, grabbed Grom, and jerked him to the ground on the other side, dodging the fatal suicidal attack.

The Abyss Lord is dead, leaving only a skull with a Tomahawk Bloodroar stuck on it.

Garrosh walked over, stepped on the demon's skull, and pulled out the axe with all his might.

"No, this shouldn't be the fate of the orcs ... ”

Gul'dan, who had collapsed on the ground, sat up with difficulty and looked at the strange orc.

"Times have changed. ”

Garrosh glanced coldly at Gul'dan, then threw the tomahawk in his hand towards Grom.

The latter caught the battle axe steadily, turned to look at the sea of orcs below, and raised the blood roar in his hand.

"Orcs will never be slaves! He will be king!!"

Enthusiastic cheers echoed through the jungle.

In the easternmost part of the jungle, the foundations of a hugely large building have been laid.

It was the Dark Portal, the gateway to the parallel world of Azeroth.

As for the energy source that opens the door ... Ha, Gul'dan and the Warlocks of the Shadow Council can contribute the last of their power to shine for the Horde.

However, they would never be able to go to the parallel world of Azeroth, and a dark golden stream of divine energy roared from the direction of the Nagrand savannah, flashed through the thick night, and disappeared into the pillars of the Dark Gate under construction.

The forcible location has been completed, and they have only one final destination.