"You throw it!"

"Shut up!"

"Fuck you, I said you threw it!"

"Gotcha, throw it!" Grethal let out a low roar and leaned forward, the powerful muscles of his shoulders trembling. His right arm swayed back and forth, his fist forming a vague arc. His right fist stretched out, and small pieces of bone fell from between his fingers and fell to the ground with a gratifying sound.

Brodogo laughed, his lips raised, his fangs visible from the grin. "Haha, it's only one piece!"

". Grethal angrily sat back on the stone beside him. Brodogo picked up the bones again, shook them in his hand, and threw them up. Grethal didn't know why he had been playing against Brodogo without winning a single game, which was abnormal.

In Gretthal's dictionary, the word "abnormal" no longer seems to have any meaning, although it was not the case before. He looked up at the red sky in front of him, and the sun in the distance was like a burning ball of fire, the same color as the sky. Grethal remembers the blue skies and warm suns of his childhood, as well as the green fields and valleys that covered the mountains. He used to swim in the deep, cool lakes and rivers. He was so ignorant and happy at the time that he had no idea that water would become so precious in the days that followed. Water is the source of life. Nowadays, the orcs regard the contaminated water that has not yet (9) long (9) wind (9) literature (9) and (9) literature (9) and ○[email protected]←t as treasures, and seal them in buckets for emergency use.

Grettal pulled his thoughts back to the present, stood up, and casually kicked the ground in front of him. Red dust rose in front of him. Makes his lips feel dry. So he picked up his water bag and took a small sip. His green skin was no longer as shiny as it was covered in dust. But it highlights his black hair. Aside from this single color, the entire continent seemed to be completely engulfed in red, as if soaked in blood.

The whole world is so abnormal.

In fact, the most abnormal thing is that he and Brodogo were asked to stay here, and let them waste their time here playing boring games. He looked up at the towering arches in front of him and the energy that filled them. It was the Dark Gate, a strange portal that could teleport people to another world. Although he and the members of his clan had not experienced teleportation firsthand, he had seen great tribal warriors pass through the gate, fighting humanity and their allies for glory. While a few orcs have returned since then with the latest news from the Horde, none have recently crossed the gate. There are no words. No scouts, nothing.

Suddenly, Grethal sensed something strange about the Dark Gate. He frowned, ignoring that Brodogo next to him was still throwing his bone pieces there. He took a few steps, and there was a slight tingling sensation in the hair on his body.

"Gretal, it's your turn, what are you doing?"

He ignored Brodogo, and instead crouched down, continuing to observe the surging waves of energy. What happened in that strange world?

The undulating curtain of light in the Dark Portal became more transparent. As if trying to see through the muddy waters, Grethal stared intently at the curtain of light. Suddenly, he took a deep breath. Staggered back a few steps.

He couldn't believe his eyes. Behind that curtain of light, he saw a brutal battle.

"What?" Brodoggo stood beside him, gasping for air. I don't remember the game that was still going on. The two of them watched dumbfoundedly until Gretal regained consciousness. He shouted to Brodogo: "Go quickly, tell them what has happened here!" ...

"Okay, I'll go to the commander. Despite this, Brodogo remained motionless as he watched the light curtain.

"No, I can't. Grethal said briefly. He knew that their commander wasn't able to handle what was about to happen, but another orc might be able to. "Go to Naozu! he'll know what to do. ”

Brodogo nodded, turned and ran, occasionally looking back at the Dark Portal in the distance. Gretal listened as he left, his eyes still staring straight at the vague battle before him. He could see many orcs, some of which seemed to be known to him. The orcs were fighting against a strange creature. These creatures were much shorter than orcs, but they wore heavy armor. Grettal remembered that these creatures were so-called "humans". These humans are agile and outnumbered by swarms, surround the orcs and defeat them one by one. Why did their orc legions fail?Where did the hammer of destruction go?Gretal looked at it for a long time, but still did not find their chieftain. What really happened in that world?

While he was still staring at the dark door, he seemed to hear someone approaching. Gretthal forced himself to stop looking at the portal and turned his head away, and he saw Brodogo return with the other two. One of them was so tall and strong, much stronger than any orc, his small, greedy eyes that were so bright at this moment. The orc, who was with the ogre, led the group straight to the Dark Gate.

Aside from his gray hair and wrinkled countenance, Naozu, the leader of the Shadowmoon Clan, is still considered one of the most powerful shamans in history. His body was still very strong, and his brown eyes were as sharp as ever. He stared at the portal, at the catastrophe that was clearly visible behind the curtain of light.

"Well, it's a fight. "Naozu seemed to be talking to himself.

"And it's a battle that the Horde loses. Grethal thought to himself.

Neozu began to ask: "How long has this battle lasted" Suddenly, the space in the arch seemed to be moved, and a vortex formed at its entrance. As if floating out of water, a hand pierced the curtain of light, and light and shadow reflected on the green skin. A head. Then there's the whole body. So an orc passed through the Dark Gate. Although his eyes looked so fanatical. But he still clung to his tomahawk and stumbled over. He didn't even look at Naozu and the others before he walked straight past the crowd.

After him, hundreds of orcs passed through the portal and ran as hard as they could. Gretal spotted a number of ogres in the crowd, as well as hooded and cloaked figures who looked slightly thinner than the orcs. Gretal's gaze finally fell on one of the warriors. He was far taller than an adult orc, and Grethal believed that he had some ogre blood in him. He didn't run aimlessly like the other orcs, but rode a black wolf. Towards a specific goal.

One of the orcs thought he was in the middle of the way, so he pushed the warrior out of the way and yelled at him, "Bastard, get out of the way!" Still, the warrior just shook his head, unwilling to be teased at this critical moment. The wolf under his crotch began to roar at the orc, so he waved his mount to stop. The wolf obediently quieted down, and then its owner patted it on the head with one of his huge hands.

Naozu asked loudly, "What the hell is going on?" He pointed to one of the hooded men and said, "What kind of orc are you? Why are you covering your face? Come here!" ...

The figure paused, then shrugged its shoulders and walked towards Neozu. In a cold and slightly mocking tone, he said, "As you wish." Even though the earth was still so hot and dry and lifeless, Gretal shivered at his shuddering voice.

He raised his right hand, which was wearing chain mail. Push the bandana back. When Grethal saw his face, he couldn't help but scream out in fright. His appearance may have been normal once, but not anymore. His skin took on a pale dark green and cracked open at the junction of his ears and jaw, and a glistening discharge ran down his face. His shattered, dark purple lips sank into his skull in an eerie smile. In his eyes, you could see both wisdom and viciousness.

It was clearly a dead body.

Even Naozu couldn't help but take a few steps back. He quickly regained his senses, and asked in a slightly trembling voice, "Who are you?" and what do you want to do?"

The living dead smirked at the shaman's embarrassment, and replied briefly, "Don't you remember me? I'm Tyrone? ”

"That can't be! He's long dead, killed by the Hammer of Destruction like the rest of the Shadow Council. ”

Bloodseeker admitted, "I'm dead, but it's not hopeless. Your former apprentice, Gul'dan, has found a way to bring us back to life, albeit in this form of a carrion. He shrugged, and Grethal could even hear the lifeless flesh squeaking. "But that's enough. ”

"Gul'dan?" The old shaman seemed to be shocked by this fact, and seeing a corpse that could talk and walk was nothing compared to it. "Is your master still alive? When you were still alive, you turned your back on me and the shaman's traditions and chose to follow in his footsteps and become a warlock. Now, though you are dead, you are still serving Him. ”

Tyrone?Bloodseeker shook his head. "Gul'dan is dead, and that's a good thing for us. He betrayed us, taking half of the tribe with him at the most critical moment, and forcing the Hammer of Destruction to abandon his campaign against a human city in favor of pursuing him. That traitor cost us the whole war. ”

"We ...... Lost?" Naozu stammered. "But...... How is that possible? The power of the tribe is so great that there is no way that the hammer of destruction will allow us to lose this war. ”

The Bloodfiend agreed, "Yes, he's fought before, but he's not strong enough to save the day. Although he killed the leader of the race, he was eventually defeated. ”

Naozu couldn't believe this fact. He turned his head to look at the orcs and ogres who had passed through the portal before, still gasping for breath and covered in blood. He took a deep breath, straightened up, and turned to the ogre who had come with him. Duntag summoned the other chiefs. Let them gather here with their weapons and armor as they can, and we"

Suddenly, without warning, a wave of energy rushed through the dark portal, knocking everyone to the ground. Gretal exhaled heavily. A hurricane blew, and he tripped again. A second, more violent wave of energy exploded in front of the orcs. Many boulders were struck by the energy and flew over the crowd. In the distance, the curtain of light flickered, becoming no longer transparent.

"No !!" Naozu rushed to the Dark Portal. When the curtain of light flickered, contracted, condensed, and finally exploded, Naozu was still a few steps away. Stones and dust burst out of the arches. Naozu was thrown into the air like an old bone, and then slammed into the ground. With a roar of rage, Duntag ran to his master's side, lifting Naozu up as lightly as nothing. The old shaman lay limply in his arms, his head hanging in the air, his eyes closed, and a trail of blood running down his right. The energy made a shrill sound, like the howl of an angry ancient spirit. Those rays of light come and go as fast as they come. In an instant, the entire curtain of light disappeared completely, leaving only the stone arch standing here.

The Dark Gate was cut off from Azeroth.

Gretal looked at the stone arch and the tribal warriors who had escaped from the portal. After that, he looked over to Duntag. He saw the old Neozu being gently grasped by the ogre as if he were in swaddling clothes.

In the name of the ancestors...... What should they do now? (To be continued......)