Under the dim sky, this barren wasteland has a very harsh dark red hue as a whole.

The lock-haired orc with a heavy battle axe in his hand looked at the former shaman master with a maroon staff, and his deep voice was full of questions: "Our troops have not yet regained strength, are you sure you want to do this?"

Looking away from the dark door in front of him, Neozu glanced at Hellroar and the orc elite behind him: "Grom, it's not about starting a new war, it's just something in that world that we have to get. ”

"Who told you this? and the master of the abandoned tribe in your mouth?" Since the defeat in the war, Grom, like the leaders of the other clans, has not been at all optimistic about the new Great Chief.

Of course, Naozu understood why the other party was so hostile to him, and the defeat of the tribe meant that the orcs would stay in Draenor, slowly waiting for death with this world that was gradually dying.

But the voice that had abandoned him gave him hope. Despite knowing that Sargeras was only using himself and the entire tribe, from the moment he obtained the staff, a new plan was born in Naozu's mind.

According to Sargeras, the staff, along with a few other things, was able to tear through reality and reopen the portal to Azeroth. Being able to go to Azeroth also means that he can also go to other worlds, a world that is suitable for orcs to survive and easier to conquer than Azeroth.

No matter what Sargeras said, as long as the staff was in his hand, he could control the direction of the portal.

"You're like me, you don't have a choice. Neozu didn't explain much, and they all understood it from the moment Grom brought his troops as he commanded.

"Remember, with my strength, I can only open the dark door to send you through for a short time, and you must lead your men on the other side to buy enough time to help him come to this world. ”

As he spoke, Naozu raised the staff that was inspiring fear.

"Be prepared, humans will definitely react as soon as possible. ”

The howling mana of destruction turned into a hurricane and surged toward the center of the Dark Gate. With a series of loud thunderous noises, the barrier of the world was torn apart by this force.

Looking at the expanding dark vortex, Grom didn't say more, and raised his blood roar high, a deafening roar that seemed to permeate the entire Hellfire Peninsula.

"For the Horde!"

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While playing with the shattered Eye of Rukma, Lanloth stroked the warm feathers on the back of the Flying Eagle of Daylight Peak. Speaking of which, it's time for someone to fix this Raven artifact. Unfortunately, until now, it seemed that only Archbishop Hataru of Delaney had the ability to repair it.

I just don't know if Hataru has woken up from his coma after all this time.

Thinking of Delaney, an innocent face uncontrollably appeared in Lanlos's mind, and the graceful posture and intoxicating warmth made him stunned for a long time.

Unfortunately, before Lanloth could soak up his pink memories for much time, Elunis suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

It seems that we are a step too late. ’

Shaking his head, pushing aside the breathless image in his head, Lanlos looked down. Radiated by evil energy, the crimson wasteland spreads all the way to the end of the horizon. Within sight, there are no plants and trees, and no birds are inhabited.

The only living creatures are gathering in front of the tall and majestic dark door, shouting and killing.

Sensing that the magic on the Dark Gate had faded for a long time, Lanros set his eyes on the chaotic crowd.

As Sargeras said, the orcs are coming. However, as soon as they set foot in this world, the humans who had already set up a sentry not far from the dark gate rushed forward without saying a word.

Unfortunately, after the last defeat, the orcs have upgraded their armor and weapons. In the face of the orc warriors who were like mobile tanks, with only a single sentry front, the human race had little power to fight back.

Moreover, Lanlos also spotted a familiar face in the crowd. The bundled orc, who was still shirtless, relying on his absolute crushing strength, actually broke into the enemy line alone, wielding a rattling battle axe, and set off a bloody storm like a meat grinder in the heavily armed human troops.

'Hehe, they're almost done. Salatas' death-bell-like laughter was chilling, and it was thrilled to see mortals fighting each other.

After a pause, Lanlos's eyes rolled, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but slowly hook: "It just so happens that I don't know how to enter the Watch Fort, so it really doesn't take any effort to get here." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Lanlos reached out and wiped his face. With a burst of distortion, the originally handsome face became genuinely mediocre, even the slender ears shrank to the human level, and the gray hair and beard gradually shortened and changed color.

Soon, an inconspicuous brown-haired human appeared beneath the dim sky.

Looking at the human mage in the water curtain, Lanlos hesitated, and then immediately lowered his head and rummaged through the space bag. In a short time, a very rudimentary set of metal armor was placed in front of him.

"From now on, you two try to give me some peace. Taking Elunis and the Dark Empire Blade into his arms, Lanloth glanced at Edrúin in his hand, and as his fingers tapped lightly on it, the arcane energy quickly engulfed it like a tornado.

When the magic dissipated, a very ordinary silver crosssword appeared in his hand.

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"Damn! How did so many orcs get here?!" Colonel Ulus shuddered as he looked at the guards on the battlefield who were easily harvested like wheat. Driven by blood and hatred, there was nothing else in his heart but to kill the orcs in front of him.

While!

The sword slashed hard, but what greeted the colonel was not the exhilarating feeling of the blade tearing flesh and blood, but the strength that rebounded from the violent collision still made his mouth tingle even through the glove.

Eules looked fixedly, and at some point stood in front of him a tuft of green hair. Although the opponent did not move at all in the face of his full slash, the human blood and minced flesh all over the orc's body deeply stimulated Ulus's nerves. The latter ignored it, raised his long sword and slashed one after another.

Grom was an extremely good fighter, and he had experienced countless battles that were far more intense and chaotic than this, and in the face of the angry human colonel, he did not rush to counterattack, but repeatedly parried and retreated.

This operation made Ulus mistakenly think that the orcs were physically exhausted, and he couldn't help but increase his strength again. In a fit of rage, he didn't notice that his arm had gradually become sore, his mouth had become numb, and even his breathing had become very violent.

On the other hand, the roar of hell and the unhurried breathing are so easy.

While!

The slash missed, the blade splashed with sparks on the ground, and the hot sparks slammed into his face, and the sharp sting made Colonel Eules's mind sober up a little. But for the next second, the lucidity did nothing but make him feel the pain more clearly.

Burst!

Blood flooded the line of sight almost instantly, as if it had been disemboweled, and the sharp pain even broke through the adrenaline shield against pain. In just an instant, Eules went limp, and collapsed directly in a pool of blood.

The more intense the battle, the more you have to keep enough calm and judgment. Looking at the human prefect who couldn't get up again, Grom shook his head and raised his blood roar with a bored expression, ready to deliver the final blow.

Just as Colonel Eules closed his eyes and was about to die, a golden light suddenly appeared from him, and with it, a very warm force flowed through his limbs.

Grom's brow furrowed, and he was about to slash the human non-commissioned officer on the ground who was recovering at a visible speed under his horse, when a shield suddenly passed through the crowd and slammed into his face.

Subconsciously blocking the shield, Grom looked at the human knight with the sword in his hand. In the gap between the armor, the calm and sharp eyes inexplicably aroused the fighting intent in his heart.

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