Sure enough, the war broke out.

The Iron Army of the Orthodox Horde has launched an all-out assault on the Draenei in the Talado region, and the friendship and communication between the two tribes that once existed completely disappeared.

The Draenei of Tarado retreated to Oakington and Shattrath, and sealed off the twin cities, forming a large impregnable defensive line.

Crystal energy devices all over the city are turned on around the clock, and the purple arcane shields held up keep all enemies out, and enemy shells are accurately intercepted by energy rays, and then detonated in the air.

But this defense can never be won, although the Orthodox tribes can't get in, and the Draenei can't get out, and the former are not afraid to fight such wars of attrition and tug-of-war.

The Shadowmoon Valley has been put on full alert, and has deployed heavy troops at the fortress of the pass to the Tarador region, resolutely not allowing the orcs to enter its hinterland.

Reinforcements are also being prepared, Shattrath and Oakington are under siege, and now they are in dire need of reinforcements and supplies.

"This is not the way to go, we have to find a breakthrough, otherwise if we continue like this, we will all be dragged to death here. ”

The splendid interior of Oakington is no longer as peaceful and peaceful as it once was, and the Soul Bound and Garrison have been kept busy by the war.

Tulani said with a frown and said to her companion.

"It's up to Lord Veron and the Archbishop to think about it, and we just need to make sure Oakington is safe. ”

Niami swung her staff, and the Draenei souls around her floated upward, and then quickly dived downward, entering the bottomless pit in the center of Aukington, which was the Draenei's sacred place, the Well of Souls, the sleeping and resting place of the souls of countless ancestors.

The two are currently the leaders of the Soulbinders, and of all the Soulbinder priests, they are the most powerful.

Tulani is well-versed in the powers of the Divine and the Shadow, and the specializations of the two priests are played with by her.

Niami, on the other hand, leans towards the Commandments and the Shadows.

The unique dual cultivation advantage of Soul Bound is destined to not have many of them, and each Soul Bound is an extremely valuable asset for Draenei.

At this moment, Tulani suddenly frowned, and a vague vision suddenly appeared in her mind.

That's me, not myself.

The illusionary Tulani holds a staff that looks like a tall staff, the top half of which resembles Naru's form.

Archbishop of the Dawn ...

The illusion is like a heavily disrupted television signal, vague and choppy.

A long dagger and a thick book emerged, with a spinning eyeball growing on both the handle of the dagger and the cover of the book, radiating the energy of the shadow.

The scene flew around, and a huge door appeared, and in the door frame was an endless starry sky, slowly turning, and another self stepped out of the door.

She was followed by countless armies, draenei, orcs, and various races she didn't know.

"That's hope ... YOUR DRAENEI HOPE ... ”

Whispers echoed in her mind, and Tulani experienced the whispers of the Elder Gods for the first time.

The signal snapped, the illusion shattered and drifted away, and Tulani gasped and sat on the ground.

"What's wrong with you? What's going on?"

Niami looked anxious and helped Tulani up, as if she was very concerned.

"No... It's just an illusion, I'm fine, go ahead. ”

Nyami nodded, a little disappointed in her heart.

It seems that he is not the one who contacted him secretly, so why hasn't he contacted Tulani yet? Is it because she is not good enough?

Gul'dan... Powerful Evil ... The Burning Legion ...

Nyami was a little stunned for a moment.

Archbishop Socresa's side seems to have begun to act, and his own side should also speed up.

If Tulani can be brought into the team, it will undoubtedly be a big help.

As the Dark Gate takes shape, the world of Draenor becomes more and more connected to the other world, which many powerful mages and warlocks can vaguely feel.

The Orthodox tribes were thrilled because they knew it was a world called Azeroth, a world full of cowardly creatures at their disposal.

The clan chiefs of the seven Orthodox tribes knew better, and they all watched the time fragments contained in Garrosh's Aspect of Time fragment.

Draenor on his side was on the verge of destruction by Gul'dan, and finally ran to Azeroth, where he was defeated again, and there was still a Titan living in his world, so it was normal for him to fail.

However, the Titans are the only ones, and the world of Azeroth on their side is nothing, and they know nothing about the Dark Gate and the impending invasion.

"You are so good that I don't understand why the other me would have such a disagreement with you ... And, what kind of death knight has it become? It's infuriating. ”

Grom slapped Garrosh on the shoulder, then smothered his glass of spirits.

He already knew that this Garrosh in front of him was another son of his own.

He was very pleased with Garrosh, his character, his strength, his glory and all that, he was a standard and perfect orc!

But why would the tribe over there rebel against Garrosh? There was another self, another Orgrim and Durontan, what was going on in their heads?

It must be because of the Titan deity... Only the gods have the power to change everything.

But it doesn't matter now, when the Dark Gate is completed, they will cross the giant gate and enter the world of Azeroth on their side, into a normal Azeroth where no Titans exist, and then they will take that world.

Shadowmoon Valley, Socresa Heights.

As the personal possession of Archbishop Socresa, it has now become the largest stronghold for the secret study of evil powers and demons.

Socresa frowned, he was a little strange.

The demon summoning contract that conveyed to the distorted void seems to have gone wrong and has not been successfully completed?

Before he could think clearly, there was a burst of feedback from the demon contract, and the contract was successful.

It's weird... Why wasn't the Burning Legion contacted, nor communicated to the Twisted Void, but the contract still succeeded?

A portal made of evil flames appeared in midair, and at this moment, Socresa felt countless powerful thoughts probing his side through the portal.

Subsequently...

Seven or eight demons with unique appearances that they had never seen before stepped out of the portal.

They are humanoid demons with heavy hooves, sharp claws, and a pair of curved demonic horns on their foreheads, and their expressions are cunning and cruel.

"I... It's Lord Sartre, Trestan Evil Hoof, and you're calling us, Delaney?"

"You are also members of the Burning Legion, why have I never heard of you... Sartre?"

Trastan narrowed his eyes, raised his right hand, and a chaotic arrow blasted towards Socresa, who hurriedly put on a mana shield, but was still beaten back and forth.

"Yes, we are the vanguard of the Legion, and you... Delaney, you have to be respectful of us, all ... It is the will of the Most High God. ”

Socresa gritted his teeth, but he was not angry, he had dealt with demons too much, and he was also used to the chaotic temper of demons who would start fighting if they didn't say a word.

"No offense, I'm just a little wondering why I can't contact the Legion all of a sudden. ”

Hearing this, the Sartyrs laughed, and their smiles were a little cunning and weird.

"Everything is under the watchful eye of the Lord. ”

Socresa didn't care, Sartre had an eye with an evil light embroidered on his chest, which was just a unique decoration of a demon like Sartre.

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