Anomaly Of Warcraft

When the alliance was preparing for war, the tribe did not stop its expansion.

Gul'dan fell into a deep sleep due to the violent impact caused by Medivh's death when he was connected to the soul of Sargeras in Medivh's body.

When Orgrim besieged Ironforge, the orc first warlock finally woke up completely.

When Gul'dan found out that his men had been eliminated, Gul'dan's choice of current affairs surrendered to the young warchief Orgrim, and put forward many useful suggestions.

Two of the most critical ones are to continue northward and recruit more ogres to join the tribe.

Seeing that Orgrim had signs of death with the dwarf, Gul'dan's sincere and sincere words persuaded the warchief.

After discussing with his generals, Orgrim decided to continue to besiege Ironforge, and the main force went north to break through the gate, using the Dragonmaw clan as the vanguard, and planting the tribe's battle flag on the wetland.

The arrival of the ogre army, on the one hand, alleviated the potential hidden dangers behind Draenor, on the other hand, it also strengthened the tribe's military strength. When Orgrim was satisfied with Gul'dan's reformation, Gu'gall had established a spiritual connection with his old master.

"Master Gul'dan, while you were asleep, the Shadow Council suffered a major blow. Orgrim has eliminated your power in the Shadowmoon clan, and Ner'zhul is watching from the sidelines."

"It doesn’t matter, Gurga, since I am the Shadow Council, Orgrim’s failure to kill me is the biggest mistake. But I have to admit that Orgrim has done a lot better than the black-handed stupid, and I seriously think about it. Later, I found that providing him with some help was helpful to our cause."

"Master Gul'dan, what should we do next?"

"We are temporarily one with Orgrim's tribe. First help the orcs defeat the enemies on the way. We have time to find clues to the great master."

"Yes, Master Gul'dan, your wise decision."

After cutting off the telepathic communication with Gul'dan, Gul'al's two heads began to argue.

"Why surrender to Gul'dan, now he is alone."

(Because orcs are far more powerful than ogres.)

"Leave Gul'dan away, we can also find the real master!"

(Leaving Gul'dan, we have no place in the Horde, Orgrim does not believe us.)

"We ogres are the real masters of Draenor!"

(Come on, now we are just poor lingering worms, the orcs can crush us all if they want!)

"One day they will regret it. Ogres are better suited to bear the power of their masters than orcs."

(We need to prove ourselves to the real master first.)

Gul'dan didn't know that his "loyal" subordinates had long been misbehaving, but after the tribal army attacked Menethil Harbor several times to no avail, the wise man among the orcs discovered a serious problem.

"Orgrim, the great chief of the Horde, how are you going to cross the strait to attack Lordaeron in the north? The human beings are already fully prepared on the strait. In the ghost place of the Saldor Bridge, we have a quantitative advantage. It makes no sense." Gul'dan deliberately angered Orgrim.

"Then you have any good ideas." Orgrim became more calm in the more than a year of battle, unmoved by Gul'dan's cynicism.

"In shipbuilding, we crossed the human defense line from the sea and attacked their hinterland directly." Gul'dan said his thoughts.

"Let me think about it." Orgrim thought this was also a feasible way.

When the Horde stormed the Thrall Bridge to no avail, Orgrim finally remembered Gul'dan's proposal.

"I have to say, my chief, the wise and wise Orgrim, killing my warlock is a huge loss for the tribe. If they are still there, it will be no difficulty to break the bridge guarded by humans and dwarves." Gu Dan Sensen smiled.

"Then see you turn me into the next puppet?" Orgrim sneered back with disdain.

"It doesn't make sense to say these now. I have a special formula in my hand. The black potion can stick the wood tightly together, allowing us to build enough ships at the fastest speed. At the same time, I recommend using it. Useless gold and jewels to buy human pirates and desperadoes. In this way, in four to six months, we will have enough power to land across the sea." Gul'dan may have bad motives, but his opinions are very pertinent. .

"This matter is left to you. You can spend half of the spoils captured by breaking Stormwind. But if your work does not show the corresponding value, then punishment will be inevitable." Orgrim enjoyed it very much. Command Gul'dan's feeling.

"Of course, my chief, everything is for the Horde." Gul'dan backed away from Orgrim's camp.

While the orcs were actively preparing, the Dragonmaw Clan was nervously busy at an excavation site in the Grim Batol area.

In places that the orcs could not observe, Nefarian, at the order of his father Neltharion, escorted the orcs Dragonmaw clan. After using magic to confuse the patrol of the third Wildhammer dwarf, Nefarian finally realized that something was wrong and couldn't help laughing.

"Kromi, do you dare to come out and fight me? Put away your boring little tricks, the great black dragon king is watching all this, and wants to destroy Neltharion's plan, and pass me Nefarian first. Shut down!" Nefarian was so happy that he finally let Chromie collapse, although there was a shadow of his father behind him.

And Chromie just made a small test, even if it fails, there is nothing. He is just a small bronze dragon, and the opponent is the guardian of the earth, Nesario, the king of the black dragon. He is not a heavyweight opponent, and he is not ashamed to escape.

Chromie took out a small black notebook, turned to Nefarian's page, wrote down the sentence "If a villain is mad," he ran away before Nesario noticed him.

Far away from the black dragon king Neltharion's attention, Chromie cast a spell to a certain mountain on the side of the surface complex of Gnomeregan, took out a small flask and drank.

The dwarf is Cromi's favorite race, warm, lively, friendly, intelligent, love life, and love peace.

So the most commonly used incarnation of Chromie is the dwarf.

But for the imminent disaster, Chromie has searched for a solution in countless timelines, but has found nothing. No matter what you do, disasters will happen in advance or scale up. The key to resolving the disaster can never be found. Chromie, who has witnessed this disaster countless times, even dared not rescue the fleeing gnomes in the main time and space, because he was afraid that things would get worse.

At 11:42, a huge explosion sounded as scheduled. The radiation-exposed dwarves screamed frantically, all emergency passages were opened, warning lights and sirens ran through the night sky, and the worst disaster in dwarf history occurred.

"To all the friends who have never met before." Chromie put the spout of the hip flask down, and the biting night breeze blew the wine out. He didn't know whether the corner of Chromie's eyes was tears or splashed hops.

No matter how many times, it still hurts. It is really difficult to change the future.

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