Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

The violent energy collision accelerated the shattering of Draenor. Not only the Hellfire Peninsula, but also all remaining areas of Draenor entered the countdown to destruction under the endless invasion of natural disasters.

The water accumulated in the Coilfang Reservoir flowed into the dark void with the collapse of the Zangar Marsh. Vashj led the Naga to escape from the important lake in the swamp. Khadgar, who had already prepared, had led the refugees from Shattrath to wait by the lake. .

Seeing the brown-skinned orcs following Khadgar, Vashj frowned slightly, "Why are these orcs here? Are you a gift to Lord Kil'jaeden?"

Khadgar launched a large teleportation array, and shouted loudly, "I don't have time to explain to you in detail now, go in! According to the agreement, we will evacuate here first and then talk about other things!"

Most of the selected races were uniformly transferred to the vicinity of the Dark Portal, and under the arrangement of Ishana, they went to Azeroth through the Dark Portal in an orderly manner.

The Azeroth coalition led by Tyrande is tenaciously defending against the attack of the demon army, buying more time for the evacuation of Draenor.

However, at this time, the other side of the Dark Portal is also facing a crisis.

The evil orc, whose body was almost completely red, was frantically attacking the defense line that Nawaz had set up in front of the portal of darkness.

The second flying fleet led by Jarod has been hovering over the heads of these orcs to attack, but the fearless orcs completely ignored the countless bombardments that exploded in the army formation, and rushed towards the gate of darkness regardless.

In order to avoid being accidentally injured by the indiscriminate shelling from the air, the alliance army following the orcs stopped on the high ground in front of the huge crater of the Dark Portal with a confused face.

"What's happening here?"

Varian, who had just arrived at the front line, muttered to himself in confusion, "What the hell did these orcs get beaten to? Why did they go crazy and want to enter the Dark Portal?"

Niyana, who was following the alliance army, sensed the strange aura nearby, and suddenly narrowed her eyes and said with a smile, "Maybe, someone deceived them with some kind of bait like a castle in the air..."

"Boom!"

The moment the staff hit the ground, the golden gemstone inlaid on the top of Niyana's staff suddenly shone brightly.

Most of the unsuspecting alliance leaders were blinded by the golden light and temporarily lost their eyesight.

"Well!"

A muffled groan came from behind Varian when he closed his eyes on guard. The battle-hardened King Varian tensed up, subconsciously turning around and swinging the two swords in his hands.

"clang!"

There was a crisp impact sound, and Varian's double swords were blocked by Niyana's staff made of Nordrassil branches.

"Don't worry, King Varian, I've got the assassin down."

As the effect of the glare dissipated, Varian and others gradually recovered their vision.

What appeared in front of them was a female orc with light green skin. Her hands holding the dagger were tightly bound together by a ring of light and raised above her head, and all joints of her body were also locked by similar light rings, making her unable to move.

"Who are you……"

Varian looked at this female orc who seemed to have been a little surprised, "Garona the half-orc?"

At this time, Garona's eyes were blood red, and the tyranny and killing intent overflowing from her body made people shudder.

Niyana tapped the golden gem at the top of the staff lightly on Garona's forehead, but the seemingly weak force caused Garona to let out a scream that didn't sound like a human voice.

"this……"

Varian looked at Niyana with a dignified look on his face, and asked a middle-aged general beside him in a low voice, "Bolvar, isn't this ambassador lady a civil servant? How does it look..."

The Duke of Fortagan smiled wryly and shook his head, "Your Majesty, have you forgotten the report submitted by Mathias before? I am afraid that the Starstreak Ambassador is not a simple civil servant."

Varian nodded thoughtfully, "Forget it, I'll talk about this later."

Garona's screams began to subside, and the blood in her eyes gradually dissipated.

"Ahem!"

After coughing violently, Garona said in a hoarse voice, "I finally regained control of my body..."

"Sure enough." Niyana sighed softly, "I wonder why you, who have been guarding the royal family of Wrynn, suddenly behaved so abnormally. It turns out that someone has taken control of your body."

Varian froze for a moment, "To protect the royal family of Wrynn?"

"cough~"

Mathias in the shadow suddenly reminded in a low voice, "Your Majesty, I will explain to you later."

Varian nodded unobtrusively, and looked solemnly at Garona who was moving her body.

"Garona the half-orc, please explain to us the cause and effect in detail. Did you lure the orc to open the Dark Gate?"

...

On the side of the Dark Portal in Draenor, the refugees are evacuating in an orderly manner, and the demonic attack that is close at hand makes the refugees frightened.

If it weren't for the Aldo guards led by Ishana to maintain order, the place would have been in chaos at this time.

The disintegration of Hellfire Peninsula is accelerating under the influence of violent energy fluctuations in the distance. Although Ishana is anxious in her heart, she must suppress her emotions right now and try to let as many people as possible escape through the Dark Portal.

The Thunder King and the Blackstone orcs on the opposite side of the door frantically wanted to rush in, but the Mag'har refugees on the other side of the door were anxious to escape from their uninhabitable hometown.

The two sides finally met in the cursed land of Azeroth. Dranosh saw the opponent's red skin immediately raised the weapon in his hand, and the anger on his face also soared rapidly.

"etc!"

Jorin stopped the furious Dranosh, and he frowned and observed these evil orcs.

"No, these evil orcs are not the ones we saw in Draenor. If you look closely, their undiscolored skin is not brown, but green."

Jolin's reminder made Dranosh calm down, and he put down the battle ax in his hand in puzzlement, "What's the matter with these evil orcs? Is red painting popular now? Can this increase the speed of movement by three times?"

"I don't know." Jolin raised his eyes and looked at the flying battleship that was continuously bombarding in the sky. "This is not what we should be concerned about right now."

"Our people need a new soil for survival, so don't impulsively clash with the native races of Azeroth."

Dranosh wasn't Garrosh, who was prone to getting hot-headed. Knowing that he had made a mistake in his judgment, he quickly settled down.

"I know, we can only be human beings with our tails between our legs for the time being, and I won't do anything casually."

At the same time, Varian and others learned the whole story from Garona, and the leaders of the alliance frowned.

Queen Calia, who had completed the enthronement ceremony, said thoughtfully, "In other words, it is likely that the demon king Sargeras is controlling your thoughts?"

"Since that's the case, why didn't he make a more careful plan, and just rudely asked you to persuade the Thunder King and the Blackrock orcs to open the Dark Gate, but he no longer cared about the follow-up progress?"

Garona shook her head and said, "I don't know, but I always feel that Sargeras didn't pay much attention to Azeroth's plan this time. Obviously, he didn't pay as much attention to the time when Medivh was possessed."

"Everyone." Niyana looked in the direction of the Dark Portal and reminded, "My mentor is a master of spiritual defense. You can wait for him to come back and explore these questions slowly. Please see."

Looking in the direction guided by Niyana's staff, Varian and the others discovered the brown-skinned Mag'har orcs among countless strange-looking races.

"Another orc!"

Muradin exchanged his warhammer and ax in displeasure, "It seems that we have a new job."

"No, wait."

Gelbin Mekkatorque looked at the group of orcs thoughtfully, "Is it my illusion? These orcs don't have any tyrannical aura of evil orcs, and they seem to give people a... simple and honest feeling?"