War...

Destroy...

Endless anger churns in the heart ...

This is an unusually conspicuous world in the universe, this huge planet presents an abnormal green, a green sea of evil flames, and a land polluted by evil energy.

This is Argus, the heart of the Burning Legion.

A fiery red-skinned giant was sitting in the gloomy hall in contemplation, his eyes glittering with endless cunning.

The fraudster Kilgardan, one of the two giants of the Burning Legion. Together with Akmund the Polluter, he rules an endless army of burning armies to destroy world after world for his great master, Sargeras, a universe that will one day burn out.

While hunting down their former compatriot Draenei, Kil'Gardan accidentally discovers a race with potential: orcs.

The orcs, who had used them well, were nothing short of killing machines, and he egged on the orc named Gul'dan, giving him great power and giving him demonic blood. Orcs who drank the blood of demons became violent, insane, and immensely powerful. They will kill all the Draenei, his former compatriots.

However, another surprise has fallen from the sky!

The Great Master has entered Azeroth, the world that once failed the Burning Legion! The Master has taken control of the world's most powerful guardian, and he will join forces to build a permanent portal to the Orc world of Draenor!

That's good! Let these orcs be cannon fodder and explore the way first!

As for the orc named Neozu, Kil Gardan had already had a plan in mind: to transform Neozu, throw him to Azeroth, use necromantic magic to send Azeroth into a panic, and when the corpses of his companions stood up again against themselves, those pathetic mortals would surely wail in despair! As a fraudster, what he likes nothing more than to see is conspiracy and suspicion, and the civil strife and fratricidal strife it generates, and finally self-destruction.

It won't be long ... The army of the Burning Legion will be ready, and the Legion will descend on Draenor, cross the Dark Gate, and enter the world of Azeroth!

Under the Burning Crusade, Azeroth will also burn to the ground!

Draenor, once the Tanaan Jungle, is now the Hellfire Peninsula.

A massive gate tens of meters high stands on the scarlet, cracked wasteland of the Hellfire Peninsula, and the work is about to be completed.

Gul'dan stood in front of the Dark Gate and looked down, in a very happy mood.

All the orc clans have gathered here, and it seems that they have occupied the entire Hellfire Peninsula. The flags of the various clans fluttered in the somewhat chaotic camp with no edge in sight. Bands of wolf cavalry shuttled through it, conveying all sorts of orders.

In the distance, a dozen mountain-like creatures stood silently, covered in chains marked by evil energy, following the orcs' orders. These Golon giants are the secret weapons of the Horde, and Gul'dan and his warlocks have spent a lot of effort to capture a dozen of them.

As for that Goron demigod Grull... There is no time left to consume with him.

At this time, there was a flurry of movement from the dark gate, and Gul'dan felt the breath of another world, and in that world, there was also a dark door. Now, the being over there has begun to cast a spell that opens the door to darkness.

Gul'dan raised his staff and chanted the incantation, a rich evil energy emanated, and the dark door in front of him began to change: a starry sky appeared inside the door, countless planets shone brightly, and then began to change rapidly. The dark doors on both sides are in the same position, and soon, after the synchronization is successful, the orcs only need to step through this door, and they can instantly reach that distant, strange, and new world.

The Great Chief of the Black Hand looked at Guldan's progress and ordered the guards around him to blow the horn.

Woo~~~Woo~~

There was a commotion below, and the orcs quickly ran out of their respective tents, one clan after another gathered.

"Draca, Draca, listen, protect our children, and if you are separated, go to Orgrim!" Durotan told his wife, and after a pause, he added. "Remember, stay away from Gul'dan!

With that, Durotan strode out and jumped onto a large rock.

"Frostwolf Clan!!!"

Azeroth, the Twilight Forest Fort Defense.

Bell!

The human soldiers in the fortress were nervously running to their respective positions. The heralds ran around, giving orders from the headquarters step by step.

"The orcs are coming!Level 1 alert!Enter the war alert!Send out scouts!"

The griffin cavalry began to rise into the air, flying in the direction of Karazan and the Dark Swamp.

The arcane crystal loudspeakers in the fortress are now shouting incessantly to mobilize: "That group of orcs will kill us, destroy our city! We must fight to the death until we repel them! Destroy them! For the Alliance!"

Boxes of bows and muskets were carried to the city, and the cannons lifted their jackets and shells were piled aside.

Officers are constantly patrolling the city for a final battle readiness check.

"Keep your eyes open! Keep your eyes on the front! Watchtower! I ask you to be at your post at any time 24 hours a day! Any disturbance will be immediately alarmed! Understood!"

"Yes, sir!"

Wilderness West, Golden Beach region.

Two giant humanoid puppets stood silently, the latest product of the Surama Alchemy Society, the Heavenly Punishment Puppet.

These creatures, known as the Anti-Golon Puppets by the Divine Venerable, have bodies that are more than ten meters high, and at the hands are two long sharp blades, which are enchanted with various enchantments against large creatures. The single eye on the head is a large purple crystal, which can only be used a few times to release highly concentrated arcane rays, just like lasers from previous lives.

This kind of puppet burned too much money, so only two were produced. Just a special crystal as a power source can only drive the Heavenly Punishment Puppet to engage in high-intensity combat for a maximum of an hour. The cost of a special one-time crystal is as high as 10,000 gold coins, and the cost of a heavenly punishment puppet is 500,000 gold coins.

Therefore, this kind of money-burning goods that cost hundreds of gold coins at a moment's notice, even a big dog like the Night Elves felt extremely painful, plus the goblin named Heisuo under the command of Lord Shenzun seemed to have made something cheaper, but equally effective, and finally the Heavenly Punishment Puppet was stopped after building two of them.

The starry sky in the Dark Gate is spinning faster and faster, and the synchronization of the positions on both sides is about to be completed.

War is coming.