The dim sky was oppressive and gloomy, and with a low roar that pierced through the heavens and the earth, a torrential downpour poured down. The rain didn't wash away the scorched earth, on the contrary, it became extremely muddy on its own.

The rain lapped down on his face, causing the grim paladin to open his eyes. Noboton looked at the dim sky and was stunned for a long time. He didn't know if the sewage flowing down his face was because the raindrops were dirty, or because the dust and mud on his body were so thick that he didn't even know if he was alive or dead.

Letting the raindrops enter his eyes, Nobalton found that he did not have the strength to stand up. Not only because of the orc corpse pressed on his body, but more importantly, he was already a 'dead man'.

How can a dead man move?

Slowly pulling up an ugly smile, Nobunton's eyelids twitched, as if he wanted to be forgotten. At least, he died like a hero.

"No!"

A terrible Draenei woman's wail pierced the sky, and even though the rain obscured hearing, Nobalton heard it, so clearly, so sharply. It's like those siblings who were slaughtered by demons and orcs not so long ago.

Turning his head, the paladin saw an image that he would remember for the rest of his life.

As far as the eye can see, the beautiful and clean city streets have been transformed into a garbage dump for Delaney's corpses, smeared with vomit, blood, and all kinds of filth.

At the end of the street, an orc single-handedly grabbed a thin, emaciated Draenei civilian, and to his wildly savage laughter and the latter's desperate wail, the orc grabbed an axe and slit open her chest bit by bit.

Blood and internal organs ignited something in Noubolton's eyes, and the power that surged from nowhere, he, pushed away the corpse that was pressing on him, and stood up.

I can still save her......

Looking at the face full of despair and pain, drenched in rain, tears, and snot, Nobordon grabbed a tomahawk and dragged his badly wounded and weakened body forward.

O Light, give me strength......

The free hand clenched into a fist, but what silenced Nobuton was that, as he had done before after being drowned in the red mist, the Holy Light did not favor him.

The woman's struggle was getting weaker and weaker, almost only the whites of her eyes were left in her eye sockets, and she was dying.

Although the light did not come, Nobordon did not stop, on the contrary, he even leaned down, and used his hands and feet to speed forward.

Closer, closer, he hasn't noticed me yet, and with an axe, I can take the life of this beast!

Angry, almost burned Nobelton's soul to ashes, he just wanted to kill him desperately, kill the butcher who enjoyed the torture and blood, even if it was at the cost of dying again, he was not afraid!

But......

He stopped, and he watched as the orc tossed his lifeless fellow man aside like a piece of garbage.

He would have been able to catch up, if it weren't for that voice.

"Who are you?" said Nobaldon, like a thirsty traveler in the desert, and his voice seemed to come from a cemetery, hollow and hoarse, and creepy.

The voices became clear, different from the solemnity and sacredness of the light, they seemed vivid, some passionate, some elegant, some heavy, some calm and dignified.

Through their souls, they convey to Noubalton a sad but resolute will.

You have to choose, either to send you to death senselessly, or, get out of here.

It's a chance, a chance to live and start over later, whether it's revenge or ......

Nobalton shuddered, the words almost overwhelmed him for a moment, but the calm part of his body was like a mother's palm brushing over his body, and he gradually felt the peace.

He tilted his head and let the rain wash his cheeks: "You, who the hell are you?"

"Things that need your help and can help you. "Elementals do not speak, but they can convey accurate information to qualified priests through the senses of their souls. Noubolton did it, what does that mean?

The paladin was silent for a long time, until the disgusting water reached his ankles, and his hand suddenly loosened, and the tomahawk fell into the water with a dull thud.

He turned around and, under the cover of the sound of the rain, disappeared into the painful place.

It's just that the ears don't seem to subside, and the woman's desperate wail.

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"The earth is dead. Durotan said in a low voice, but Ogrim, who was standing next to him, did not respond, he looked at the riverbed in front of him, and remembered the swim he had swam with Durotan for the challenge when he was a child.

It's a pity that now there is not even the slightest trace of water.

Although there is occasional stagnant water left on the ground due to rainy days, it is soaked in rotting animal carcasses and all kinds of disgusting sediments, and it is so filthy and filthy that it is difficult to even get close to it, let alone drink.

With a flick of his foot, Orgrim kicked away the yellow turf, revealing dusty sand and rocks. The wind was no longer blocked by the trees, whistling past them.

Many years have passed since the victory in the Battle of Shattrath, and with violence, the orcs have conquered almost all of Draenor, and the ogres, gorons, tigermen, including the raven, have either surrendered under the iron hooves of the tribe or have been completely crushed.

Like the announcement at the beginning of the war, they did it.

However, evil can bring not only power, but also destruction.

"It's not just the earth that is dead. Orgrim finally spoke, his voice unsettlingly heavy, "How's the frostwolf's food?"

The world is dying little by little, and the degradation of vegetation means that there are fewer animals, which means that the food reserves of the orcs are becoming more and more urgent. Over the years, they have robbed everything they can on the continent, but a large number of orcs are still dying of hunger and disease.

Even, more people died in the war with the Delaney.

Hearing the other party's question, Durontan's face became ugly: "There are several boxes that have been stolen during the battle. ”

"Which clan?"

"Broken hands. ”

Orgrim nodded.

Although the Draenei even lost Shatrath, they were not completely extinct after all, and the orcs were still tracking their tracks. However, these blue skins are becoming rarer, and the last sighting was reported six months ago.

With the loss of external enemies, problems finally appear within the tribe. The Frostwolf Clan is the only clan that has not drunk the blood of demons, there was a Draenei before, and the tribe did not target this powerful clan, but now......

"I'll bring you some next time. "Even Orgrim couldn't get the grain back from the Broken Hand Clan, so he had to ease the pressure on his old friend.

"I will not accept your generosity. ”

"If my clan were in your situation, you would beat me unconscious and shove food down my throat instead of waiting for me to refuse. Ogrim said with a smile.

Duron opened his mouth, as if to say something, but eventually swallowed it back. Looking at this long-time friend, whose brown skin faintly revealed a faint green, he fell silent again.

Evil power is not only changing their world, but also themselves.

But what can they do?

Looking for elemental spirits?orcs have long been abandoned by the elements. Ancestral Souls?Gul'dan forbade anyone to enter Voshugu, and the demons and warlocks of the Shadow Council showed no mercy to those who disobeyed orders.

Besides, it had been a long, long time since the Ancestors had appeared among the orcs.

If it goes on like this, orcs, it's over......

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