This day was a significant day for the world of Azeroth, with the exception of the Northern Alliance, which was deeply affected by the undead scourge, all other races and forces sent emissaries to the Elwyn Forest in Stormwind City, ready to witness this epic event with their own eyes.

For the Iron Tribe and the New Horde, the current scenario feels all too familiar to them: they are about to cross the dark gates and invade another world, destroy them, enslave them, and plunder them!

But there is a very big difference, this time they are well prepared, this time their big rear world is still prosperous, stable and prosperous, this time they have a broad retreat.

Most importantly, this time the leader is not Gul'dan.

Like a wife who said goodbye to her husband on the expedition, Aurelia carefully helped Hu Feng sort out everything, and handed him a space ring with pandaren delicacies made by the female ranger herself.

"Be careful, and don't forget that there are countless others waiting for you to return to Azeroth. Aurelia smiled and said softly.

Hu Feng kissed her forehead, then turned around and floated.

When the time comes, everything is ready.

The Dark Gate began to spin suddenly, and in the center the Primordial Light of Soulbinder Tulani provided the Dark Gate with the exact direction and orientation of its master.

A heart-pounding fluctuation was heard, and the rapidly spinning starry sky in the door stopped instantly, and a world that looked extremely dim appeared on the other side of the door.

"Coalition warriors of Azeroth, my loyal followers!" Hu Feng hovered in the air in front of the Dark Gate, and his magically amplified voice echoed through the crowd.

"On the other side, there's another Draenor world in another timeline! It's also a timeline that is about to collapse and disappear! But none of that matters! We don't need that world! All we want is a war! An endless war!"

Hu Feng's roar elicited a frenzied cheer from the coalition forces, who expressed their resolve in various ways. Humans are beating their weapon shields, orcs are raising their weapons aloft, and the glow on the elven staffs is even more intense.

"We're going to plunder everything in that world! resources, population, and anything of value!"

"Don't be merciful, don't be soft-hearted! our war is just! We're for Azeroth!"

"For Azeroth!"

"For Azeroth!"

"Hooray!"

A sea of enthusiastic cheers suddenly formed up and down the coalition forces. Whether it is the Alliance or the Horde, their armor and robes are emblazoned with a golden eyeball. The flags of both factions were also turned into secondary flags, and the banner of the Eye of Truth of the Divine Deity of Salrodar became the main flag, and only the emblem of the gods was qualified to represent the entire world of Azeroth. None of the Union tribes have an opinion on this.

"The time has come for our own Infinite Tide of Darkness in the world of Azeroth to cross the Dark Gate and devour any enemy on the other side who dares to stand in our way!"

Hu Feng raised the "Origin of Divine Power, Azeroth Spellbinder" super artifact staff in his hand and pointed at the Dark Gate.

"We are conquerors, plunderers and destroyers! We are the frenzy of darkness!

"Azeroth Coalition!"

"Offensive !!!!"

Another timeline, Draenor, Shadowmoon Valley.

The sky is even darker, and as long as you are not blind at this moment, you can see the dense cracks and space-time gaps in the sky. The world is not far from destruction.

Outside the temple of Carabo, the red-tide horde of evil orcs surrounds the seaside city, which is also the last stronghold of the Draenei.

In this erroneous timeline, without the Narus flying their ships to save the Draenei, the orcs are completely reduced to tyrannical beasts that have drunk a lot of demonic blood and fallen.

Turani the Soulbinder wanders around the walls, healing wounded soldiers. When he saw any draenei warrior now, he would think of the unnamed Uncle Delaney who forcibly kissed her, but made her feel very relieved and dependent.

Tulani is now ordained to be the leader of the remnants of the Soulbinder Priest force. Only priests with extremely strong strength, extremely excellent Holy Light talents, and proficiency in at least two lines can become soul binders. Relying on her great gift for light, Tulani mastered both the sacred and the precept branches.

But the Delaney is still hopeless, and the leader Prophet Velony was also defeated in the battle with Gul'dan a few days ago, and is seriously injured, and now he can only rely on the priest to continue his life.

The roar of the Great Chief of the Black Hand was heard from below the city, and the evil orcs began a new round of attack. They were not afraid of sacrifice and casualties at all, and the demonic blood had made them lose the last shred of their sanity. They charged frantically, either dying on the road or rushing under the walls and began to climb.

The Warlocks' rain of flames never stopped, and the Draenei could only resist the corrosive rain of flames to stop the orcs who climbed the walls.

Together, Turani and several Soulbinders unleashed a shield of holy light, fending off the sorcerers' magical attacks. The rest of the Soulbinders were sent to the front with the priests to heal the wounded.

Tulani called out to the deity she had thought was non-existent for the last time in her heart. Help the Draenei, are the gods so cruel that they are unmoved by the destruction of a race?

And the unknown uncle... If you become a Heroic Spirit, bless the Draenei.

Her call was finally answered, and a terrifying wave of power suddenly came from the sky, mixed with supreme might.

Space is being torn apart, it is being shattered. It seems that something huge is struggling to come into this world.

The two attacking and defending sides on the ground also paused briefly, and they all looked at the abnormal movement in the sky in confusion.

A pair of big golden hands suddenly passed through the spatial rift, and then grabbed both sides of the rift as if tearing fabric, and pulled it violently!

Through the huge spatial crack, everyone on the ground saw a beautiful world, a world full of life!

And also... Three terrifying floating islands! Each with a giant eye that glows golden at its bottom!

Countless black dots appeared on the island, and they left the island and sped towards their world.

Soon the orcs and draenei saw clearly, it was a black dragon!

There are also four different colors of storm dragons, which crackle with the power of storm and lightning around their bodies.

"Location confirmed! Target: Orc tribe! Attack with all your troops! No prisoners will be left!"

The three golden giant eyes at the bottom of the island suddenly came to life at this moment, and their eyes looked at the evil orc tribe. Immediately, three thick golden pillars of energy shot down from their pupils, shooting at the evil orc.

In an instant, the Orc-Men army had lost more than a third of their lives or wounded, but the rest who survived would face a second attack.

The Black Dragoons of the Iron Tribe controlled the machine guns on the dragon's back and began to dive and strafe, and the evil orcs fell to the ground as if they were cutting wheat. The surviving orcs were then burned to ashes by the black dragon's flaming dragon breath.

Gul'dan's eyes widened, these dragoons turned out to be orcs too!

Then there was a low laugh in the sky, mixed with the pleasure of revenge and endless anger.