Parallel world Draenor, Tanaan Jungle, Dark Gate.

"The time has come! Soon, we will open the dark gates and occupy the other world!"

Grom* Hellroar stood on the shoulders of a Goron, raising the blood roar in his hand and roaring at the tidal army of the Orthodox tribes below.

"They want to enslave us! Then let them see who is the slave! The orcs will be kings, and we are the kings of Draenor!"

“Lok-Tar Ogar!”

Endless cheers echoed their common supreme chieftain and resounded throughout the jungle for a long time.

No one thought that this war would be lost.

Armed to the teeth, their weapons and armor have been radically upgraded, and they know the main hostile forces of the world of Azeroth, and they are ready.

And the world on the other side knows nothing about the impending disaster.

Oh, there's still someone worried.

Placed under house arrest, Gul'dan is also pulled beneath the Dark Gate, where he and his Shadow Council Warlock are to be imprisoned in the space within the base of the Dark Gate, becoming a battery of human power to power the Dark Gate's opening.

As his power was drained from the circle and followed the loop into the ever-changing and swirling starry sky in the center of the Dark Gate, he seemed to sense something amiss.

Is this dark portal really leading to the world of Azeroth on their side?

The positioning was done almost instantaneously, another world ... Unless the other side is also actively leading, is it so easy to locate success?

The Orthodox tribes are in a frenzy of war, and every one of them, from top to bottom, is fighting for great tribalism.

In the Tarador region, the war with the Delaney was no longer in suspense, and the armies of the Orthodox Horde had the upper hand.

Although it is still impossible to defeat the fortresses of Oakington and Shattrath and the Pass of Shadowmoon Valley, the rest of the territory has completely fallen into the hands of the Horde.

The end of the Delaney is at hand.

So now, it's time for an expedition to Azeroth.

"If the creatures of that world are really as cowardly as Garrosh said, then there is no need to send so many main forces at all, and the coalition of those small clans can sweep through that weak world, haha. ”

The Black Hand strode over to Grom and said with a sinister grin.

"Even if the enemy is weak, the tribe must do its best, don't underestimate the enemy too much, black hands. ”

Grom turned his head and patted the black hand on the shoulder.

"Also, don't let your Blackstone Forge stop normal production, I don't want the warriors of the tribe to be short of weapons and armor in the war. ”

"Of course, there are no problems!"

Grom nodded in satisfaction, then looked at the Dark Portal.

"Now, open the door of darkness and set foot in the other world!"

The charged Dark Door began to flicker violently, and the cosmic starry sky in the door spun rapidly.

A moment later ...

The scene settled, and the crimson earth of the Cursed Lands appeared in the doorway.

"Horde!

The tidal wave of warriors, with endless glory in their hearts, charged towards the dark gates.

They crossed the giant gate and succeeded in entering another world.

The weak, the world of Azeroth, which can be killed with them, is full of resources.

And then... The last thing they ever saw in their lives was the steel line of steel above the basin.

Da Da ...

"Touch the enemy, fire! fire! All ground invasion legions begin to prepare!"

The overwhelming barrage instantly covered the area in front of the Dark Gate.

The vanguard army of the Orthodox tribes was beaten to a daze, and most of the soldiers had just arrived in the New World, their armor had been smashed into honeycomb coal, and then their chests were torn apart by bullets.

The invading forces of Azeroth were quickly prepared, and they began a counter-charge.

The identities of the aggressor and the invaded are reversed in an instant.

The orcs of the Horde roared and were the first to cross the Dark Gate, followed by the Tempest Kingdom's legions of machine gunners.

Then they saw the endless jungle of Tanaan, and the army of Orthodox tribes with the same bewildered faces.

"Quick, seize the forward position, let the mage group come over, expand the portal, and pull our airship over!"

Dressed in heavy blue-and-white power armor, the commander of the Seventh Legion, Rebein, raised his heavy submachine gun and fired at the enemies on the stairs of the Dark Gate.

Not far behind, the Horde, led by General Nazgrin, began to march towards the area at the bottom of the Dark Gate, trying to clear the enemy from beneath the Great Gate.

The Air Invasion Legion also roared into the field at this moment, and the Black Dragoons of the Iron Tribe passed through the Dark Gate, quickly seized air supremacy, hovered over the Giant Gate, and began to provide fire support for the ground troops.

The hillside command post of the Orthodox tribe, Garrosh's eyes widened with disbelief.

He could never have imagined that he could meet these kind "old friends" in this parallel world.

Especially after seeing a small group of Holy Cult troops of the Night Empire cross the Dark Gate, Garrosh's mentality collapsed directly.

"Impossible! The Dark Gate is supposed to connect to parallel Azeroth!

Although Grom had never seen what the creatures of the world of Azeroth were like, after seeing the terrifying combat power of this group of invaders, he also knew that something was wrong.

"Quick! Let the whole army attack! Destroy the Dark Gate at all costs, even if the whole army is destroyed! Never let them gain a foothold! No, !! destroy the group of mages! They want to locate our world!"

Garrosh was in a state of flux, and he was really going mad now.

The Seven Kings of Draenor have now discovered the gravity of the matter, and the other side is not a bullshit parallel to Azeroth at all, but the world from which Garrosh came.

A terrifying world inhabited by three Titans.

This time it's really a fun affair!

The Night Empire and Lordaeron's Spider Tanks began to emerge from the Dark Gate in formation, and these Spider Tanks were extremely agile, quickly taking advantage of the vantage points around the Dark Gate, followed by a barrage of indiscriminate bombardment.

The Alliance's siege tanks were slow, so the Seventh Legion worked desperately to pull one over, and at this moment it stopped on the platform at the top of the Dark Gate staircase and switched to the siege turret mode.

"Scarlet Warband, charge!"

Bridget Abidis stood at the top of the tower of a large siege spider tank, accompanied by friendly firepower, directing the last arriving Lordaeron army to charge.

The Orthodox tribes also began an all-out attack, and even reserves were sent in an attempt to destroy the Dark Gate.

But it was too late, and the mages, who were extremely skilled in the business of positioning, quickly completed their work.

Above the Dark Gate, an even larger spatial passage slowly appeared.

The Alliance and Horde's airship forces make their way through the passage and successfully land in the world of Draenor.

The most desperate thing is that a floating island that covers the sky and the sun is close behind, like a man-eating monster.

The Night Empire's floating islands laden with war machines and crystal projection pods made it through the passage.

"Ahaha... Is there anyone at home? . . . We're coming for you, hey, hey... ”

The voice of a familiar lewd uncle from Garrosh came from the floating island, which made him directly despair.

Titan Sarodar.

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