Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

In the blink of an eye, three years have passed since the end of the Battle of Dragon Roar City that exceeded many people's imagination.

The war between humans and beasts three years ago, in which all the strongest members of the alliance came out and returned with a great victory, brought prestige to the upper echelons of the entire alliance that was unimaginable in the past.

Especially within the six human kingdoms at the northern end of the Eastern Kingdom continent, some troublemaking forces that were revealed due to the restoration of the Arathor Empire's legal system caused turmoil and turmoil. However, with this hearty victory, everything suddenly changed.

calm.

Peace has once again descended on this land of dazzling civilization, harmony and co-prosperity.

Every day, every moment, the caravans departing from the Holy Arathor Empire to the Alliance territory, running back and forth endlessly from north to south. Countless new things. With the destruction of the Dragon Roar Orcs, people who were originally destroyed by the tribes

It intersects with the Grim Batol area that is blocked by the army and connects the north and south of the mainland.

And it seems that the creation Titan in the dark is giving huge blessings to these warriors who have repelled the foreign invaders.

In the past three years, no major natural disaster has occurred within the entire known civilized territory of the Eastern Kingdom, including the Holy Arathor Empire.

From the nobles and powerful men in the alliance countries, they have made huge profits from trade with the empire; down to the ordinary farmers, they can even have enough to eat in such good years.

The entire Eastern Kingdom continent fell into the classical prosperity that countless artists in Azeroth would miss for a long time.

However, the evil threat is not far away from this planet that is destined to be troubled, and new conspiracies are already brewing.

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Outland, Draenor, the hometown of the Horde orcs, was once as beautiful as Azeroth, but now most of its areas have become desolate and decayed due to the excessive use of evil energy.

"Most of the twelve areas to the east have decayed, and our Bone Chewing Clan has not had enough to eat for three months!"

"Our Thunder King clan is not the same. Two of the three hunting forest lands have withered."

"Damn it, if this continues, we, we will all perish!"

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Countless chiefs from various orc clans, large and small, were making loud noises in the hall of the tribal camp.

After arguing for a long time, these powerful orc warriors and shamans, as well as a small group of fel warlocks, selected a few of the most powerful orc clan chiefs as representatives. Looking at the front of the tribe's tent, a

An old and wise old orc shaman wearing a bone spur cloak.

"Great Elder Ner'zhul."

"The corruption of this damn world is getting worse and worse, and the survival of the clan has reached its most dangerous moment."

These orc warriors who were supposed to be brave, faced this planet-level doomsday threat and had no way to deal with it. They could only speak to the old shaman in a trembling voice.

"We want your help!"

When the Dark Portal was abnormally closed, these tribes of orcs left behind in Draenor knew that their brothers who were trying to conquer the new world were probably in danger.

They all knew that Gul'dan once suppressed all the orc clans and forcibly formed a tribe with great power, but they did not expect that such terrifying strength would also fall on the other side of the Dark Portal.

Although the orcs are brave, they are not weak-minded. During the final battle of the Dark Portal, the multiple levels of demigod pressure that leaked to this side made the orc clan warriors who stayed in front of the door still fear them to this day.

"Why!"

The teacher of the demigod warlock Gul'dan who had been killed by the Messiah, the tribal shaman elder named Ner'zhul, sat on the large animal skin seat and sighed deeply.

"For you to come to me, you must have made up your mind."

He glanced at the small group of orc warlocks at the outermost side of the tent next to him, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

After his disciple Gul'dan led most of the warlocks to Azeroth, there were not many warlocks left, and they no longer occupied a dominant position in the Horde.

Ner'zhul once came into contact with the mastermind who lured Gul'dan to become a fel warlock. He was one of the few people in the orc tribe, except for Durotan of the Frostwolf clan, who understood that "fel energy" was the cause of their world's imminent destruction.

one.

However, after the Dark Portal closed and he took over the power of the tribe again, he did not suppress the remaining fel warlocks, because the orcs still needed the help of these warlocks for their final plan.

"Great Elder, the Bone Chewing Clan is ready to sacrifice 400,000 hard workers!"

"The Thunder King clan has prepared 300,000 hard laborers."

"The Shattered Hand clan can only contribute 170,000, this is our best effort!"

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Several representatives of the chiefs who stood in front of Ner'zhul sadly spoke out huge numbers one after another.

The planet Draenor has been decaying unstoppably. For the continuation of the orc tribe, the only way out is to open another "dark door" to other worlds.

Although the orcs did not dare to invade the planet Azeroth, which they had failed to conquer before, they knew from the knowledge left by Gul'dan in the past and learned from the Burning Legion that in the main material world, not everyone

All creatures on this planet will be as powerful as Azeroth.

But since other worlds don’t have a demigod-level “Guardian Traitor” to serve as an internal response.

As for the withering planet of Draenor, there are no decent artifacts to serve as the starting energy source for the "New Dark Portal". The only way for the remaining orcs in Draenor is to use the warlock's fel spells to sacrifice dozens of orcs.

Millions of green-skinned peons use the huge life force absorbed by evil energy after their death to open the door to the next world.

"Okay! My compatriots, prepare for war!"

Ner'zhul's old body stood up, walked slowly to the center of the entire camp, and said sadly to all the clan chiefs.

Although peons are not valued in various clans and have a low status, they are still a member of the clans recognized by these orcs. Now many orcs are regretting why they slaughtered so few draenei. If they had saved more back then, they would be better now.

It won't be so helpless.

But now the orc tribe has reached its most dangerous moment. Facing the collapse of the entire planet, they have no choice!

"This is our last effort, even if the new world is still as powerful as Azeroth."

"Then let us orcs perish in a brave battle!"

"For the orcs, for the tribe!"

He held high the ancient staff that represented the great chief's authority, and shouted angrily.

However, probably after the invasion of Azeroth, the fate of the orcs was ruined.

Half a month later.

This breed of orcs who were good at seeking death was once one of the few natural life planets in the universe.

"bump!"

After a loud noise that could be heard throughout the star system where the planet Draenor is located.

It was torn apart and completely shattered into a giant mixture of continental fragments stuck together.

Except for a few small fragments that faintly revealed powerful holy light and evil energy fluctuations, everything on this planet was completely destroyed.

It’s true that the beast dies before its ambition is fulfilled, and the trying tribe is filled with tears...

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In the World of Warcraft universe, at the junction of the main material world and the Chaotic Void, there is a strange plane called the "Twisted Void" like a natural annular barrier.

A dense group of void battleships built from the solid materials of tens of thousands of broken planets, stationed next to Marton Prison, spraying out thousands of beams of evil energy main cannons at all times, and countless voids

The Great Lord's subordinates, the primitive demons of the void led by the giant ancient god, are engaged in a fierce war.

At every moment, there are countless demon warriors burning with violent evil flames. Under the leadership of the Lord of the Abyss, the Lord of Fear and other high-level warriors of the Burning Legion, they fly out of the battleship's cabin and fight back bravely.

With wave after wave of attacks from the Void Lord's lackeys.

The roar of huge cannons, the bloody shouts of killing, and the high-pitched clash of weapons resounded throughout the whole place, deafening!

Time passed by minute by second, although the number of subordinates of the Void Lords was far more than ten times greater than that of the Fel Warriors of the Burning Legion.

However, the evil demons of the Burning Legion possess "bug" level resurrection skills. As long as their souls are not directly annihilated at the beginning, even if their bodies are shattered countless times in an instant, they can still be revived in the void and the main material plane in a few days.

He recovered from the cracks and became an evil hero again.

It is precisely because of this that the Burning Legion was able to persevere on the battlefield of the Twisting Void with an outnumbered opponent, and it has been inextricably linked with the Void Lord's subordinates.

At this moment, on the largest flagship of the Burning Legion's void battleship group.

"Go down! My adjutant."

The giant horned demon Kil'jaeden, who was sitting high on the Fel Throne on the bridge, ordered his two beautiful eredar twin demons to retreat in a majestic tone.

"I remember you, Ner'zhul, shaman of the orcs!"

"Since your apprentice Gul'dan has lived up to my expectations and failed,

A magnificent ice crystal exuding huge spiritual power and cold aura flashed out of the void, suspended in front of Kil'jaeden, slowly rotating, exuding an aura of death and ominousness.

"Then, next."

He cast his gaze, burning with vast evil energy, at the old orc shaman who was tied to the ground in front of him with a lifeless look on his face, and continued coldly.

"It's your turn to take the stage yourself!"

"Azeroth!"

"I Kil'jaeden, never give up!"

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