Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The siege of Lordaeron is still going on. The world of humans is gloomy, but things are not going smoothly for the orcs either.

In the continuous siege, the violent orcs, who have always been known for their strong individual strength, have experienced an exaggerated casualty rate in the battles over the past four days.

From the beginning of three for one, it has developed to the current one for one.

This terrible battle loss ratio frightened all the chiefs who were accustomed to war, but at this moment, they also showed very common sense and did not interfere with the strategy of War Chief Orgrim Doomhammer.

Especially after the three little chiefs who tried to escape yesterday had their heads smashed in public, the orcs' military camp, which had some slack military morale, was immediately forcibly glued together again.

Both sides have tried their best.

Like two beasts forced into a desperate situation, in a bloody battle, both sides had pierced their fangs into each other's necks. Between the bites of their teeth, the only way left was to fight hard.

The winner will be extremely weak.

But it can quickly restore its vitality by devouring the corpse of the defeated. If it fails, it will end with no bones left.

In the warchief's tent, watching the guards leave with the warchief's pursuit instructions, Saurfang Overseer's anger still failed to rise.

At this time, he had no choice but to be furious.

He couldn't accept such a result, and all the orcs couldn't accept it.

Okay, don't waste any more time on what happened. Gul'dan did stab us hard, but fortunately I also saved a hand in advance.

The warchief shook his head, sighed, and said to Saurfang:

Varok, take people into the Alterac Valley immediately. I will give you a map to find the compatriots who left us six years ago.

Frostwolf?

Saurfang's eyes suddenly lit up, he clenched his fists and said:

Yes! Frostwolf! The Frostwolf clan also has a shaman heritage, as well as legendary shamans like Elder Drek'Thar, and elite wolf cavalry who are not inferior to the Thunder King clan.

As long as they join the fight, we will...

No! The battle is over, Varok!

Orgrim said in a deep voice:

I need you to find Elder Drek'Thar and tell him exactly what I said. I don't need the Frostwolves to join the war. I respect the wishes of my fallen brother Durotan.

I just need the Frostwolf clan to buy us time to retreat. The humans must have started to block the mountain pass. I need the mountain pass to be opened for us!

I'm going to retreat to southern Xinjiang with the remaining soldiers!

The fortress of the Dragonmaw Clan is blocking the wetland, and the human army cannot get through. The land of the Storm Kingdom in the southern border of the mainland is fertile enough to support our lives and recuperation.

We only need to block the human counterattack in the wetlands and Khaz Modan, and then return to the Dark Portal to bring the Warsong Clan and the Shattered Hand Clan back from the abyss of war.

As long as we are united, there is hope.

As you command, Warchief!

Saurfang immediately accepted the order, and without even taking a break, he immediately took the warchief's letter and ran towards the Alterac Valley. Orgrim Doomhammer also put away the pain and loss in his heart.

He looked at the battle-torn city of Lordaeron in front of him, still standing there like an old warrior covered in wounds, unwilling to fall.

There was a glint in his eye.

He said:

You won, humans, enjoy your victory, but the tribe has not lost yet and we will come back!

Orgrim's words were firm, as if he were speaking only to himself and the ruined city in front of him.

But he didn't know that his words were also known by another being.

He didn't know that that existence had been paying attention to him and all the orcs a long time ago.

Pay attention to their race, pay attention to their civilization, pay attention to their world, and use methods hidden in the darkness that are not easy to discover, to explore, to find, to evoke the bravery and warlikeness hidden deep in the blood of the orcs that cannot be faded.

Right now.

The view stretched from Orgrim's back, rising and extending, to the stars, to the dimmer part of the star sea, and finally reflected on a dark red crystal in the form of a magical projection.

Da da

A dark red finger flicked next to the crystal ball that reflected Orgrim's back. It had slender and evil nails, and red flames were wrapping and rolling on them.

Looking up along this finger, you can see a dark red arm with scars and bone spurs left by evil energy, and a gorgeously decorated shoulder armor dotted with a weird skull filled with green evil energy.

There is also a huge and strong chest, the same dark red skin, and a white skull pendant hanging from the neck, burning like a furnace.

Its size is huge.

Leaning on a stone throne, it looked at the reflection of the crystal ball, its eyes as red as magma flickering on and off.

Well.

The cheek of this being is quite special. The most obvious thing is that there are four tentacles extending from the chin, just like its beard. At the end of the octopus-like tentacles, there are also stone rings made of obsidian.

But it has a real beard.

Black, mended to perfection, like a goat's beard.

It has no hair.

It was replaced by a scalp that was layered like horny skin, and long horns that curved and grew from behind the sharp ears and from the black bone spurs extending from the top of the head.

Black, goat-like horns, slightly coiled.

This is a real devil's horn.

And only the most powerful demons who can be born among the stars will have horns like a crown.

This being is a demon.

It was not born as a demon, but it is indeed the most powerful demon lord in the stars, or calling it the demon king, and not many people would object.

After all, the Burning Legion under its command is wreaking havoc across the stars at a rate of destroying hundreds of worlds every day.

While it wasted time focusing on Orgrim and this small war taking place in a world billions of light years away, many worlds had already been wiped out under the iron heel of the Burning Legion.

That world is special.

There is no doubt about it.

Otherwise, it would not let the Demon King waste precious time and focus his attention there. The powerful and invincible Burning Legion has failed only a handful of times in its journey among the stars.

And among Miaomiao's several failures, there was a place for the world called Azeroth.

Ten thousand years ago, hundreds of millions of demons from the Burning Legion went on an expedition there. Even the dark gods they believed in personally took action, but they still suffered a tragic failure.

Demons are very vengeful.

In these ten thousand years, they have never forgotten that shame, and they have been thinking of ways to get back, even though the demon king in front of them did not participate in that expedition ten thousand years ago.

But it also knows it.

If you want to please the dark god, then conquering Azeroth for Him is the simplest and most effective way.

It's a pity that the orcs it carefully selected and spent some time guiding.

Lost.

The tribe lost miserably.

They can't even defeat human civilization, which has only existed for less than three thousand years.

Not to mention the trouble of challenging the night elves of the Moon Kingdom who defeated the Legion 10,000 years ago and lived in seclusion on another continent in Azeroth.

This seems to prove once again that the world of Azeroth is definitely not as simple as it seems.

The tribes are all trash!

The Demon King sat on the throne where flames and shadows blended together, and made a cold comment.

It has no interest in paying attention to a group of losers anymore.

So as it watched, the picture on the crystal ball suddenly changed, switching instantly from Lordaeron, where Orgrim was, to the most mysterious area of ​​the Endless Sea.

It saw Gul'dan.

The dark believer who was guided by it, abandoned the ancient shamanic heritage, and plunged headlong into the power of evil. The Demon King once thought that it was his most proud work in tens of thousands of years.

After all, Gul'dan's achievement in the way of the warlock was too great.

With his own efforts, he polluted the entire world with evil energy, cut off the hope of the world of Draenor, and forced the orcs to open the Dark Portal and invade another world in order to survive.

With this alone, Gul'dan has surpassed his fellow betrayers who serve the Burning Legion like him in countless civilizations and countless worlds.

And Gul'dan is still working hard.

He is like the best and most diligent employee of the Legion. During the war in Azeroth, he has been secretly serving the Demon King, leading the violent orcs to act as the demon's pawn.

The Legion didn't even send a single soldier, relying on Gul'dan and the violent orcs, they almost overturned a quarter of Azeroth.

It's a pity that the bastard couldn't bear the ambition in his heart in the end.

When the Horde was about to win a victory for the Burning Legion, he backhandedly stole the victory that the Demon King wanted to see. He even foolishly tried to get his hands on the power left by the dark god in that world.

This has made the Demon King extremely dissatisfied.

It's not that it can't stand failure. Failure can be transformed into nourishment for the next victory under the power of conspiracy.

But betrayal!

It hates betrayal.

It looked at the crystal ball, which reflected Gul'dan's figure.

The great warlock stood on a dilapidated boat. In front of him was the destination of his long journey, a deserted beach outside the green and filled with evil energy.

He took seven ships and 3,000 orcs out to sea. Those who could follow him to the destination alive were only one ship with less than 500 orcs.

But in the end, he relied on the reefs scattered throughout the sea and the demons he desperately summoned to stop Daelin Proudmoore's pursuit, and he escaped into this unknown sea.

Dai Lin also wants to return to the Eastern Continent to save Lordaeron and let Gul'dan escape with his life.

But this is not luck.

From the crystal ball, the Demon King saw Gul'dan wading into the Broken Shore. He saw the great warlock kneeling on the earth filled with evil energy, stretching out his hands toward the sky.

It saw the joy on Gul'dan's old face, and it saw the desire and ambition in the eyes of the great warlock.

A fiery smile appeared on the corner of the Demon King's mouth.

The moment you betrayed me, I could have sent countless demons to rush into Azeroth and strangle your miserable soul, but I didn't do that.

Gul'dan, my proud work of madness.

You stole the victory that belonged to the legion, and you so confidently wanted to get your hands on the power that only belonged to the gods. Your ambition and arrogance have alarmed Him who is conquering the depths of the star sea.

He who is merciful has given you a chance.

The Demon King, the Deceiver, Kil'jaeden, who was sitting on the throne of flames, reached out to clasp the fiery red crystal ball in front of him and put it in front of his burning eyes.

It admired Gul'dan's gesture of seeking in the distant world.

it says:

He will show you for yourself the power you have been seeking, and then, just as you stole our victory, He will punish you in the same way.

Poor common man!

The end of your destiny can be watched by a god

Be proud of it.

Complete your road to becoming a god, and then at the end, you will reap the despair that is already waiting for you!

Hahaha, I can never get enough of such interesting dramas.

bring it on.

Gul'dan.

Be brave, step into the palace of your destiny, and please me with your screams and tragedies.

You bastard!