Stormwind God

He became ugly and horrible because of the erosion of demonic energy, and his claws glowed green with the use of power from demons all day. Unlike the typical orc-like bravery of the chief warrior's black hand, his breath is more cold and evil, and the approaching point will be oppressed almost breathless.

His eyes glowed with evil red light, and his will dominated the fate of the entire orc tribe.

The wand full of horror was suddenly inserted into the solid floor tiles, which was clearly a small sound, but the tens of thousands of orcs in the entire square heard a sound at the same time, which was the roaring roar of the gear of fate.

Destroyed in the world, lacked food in the earth, and at the time the orcs were about to fall into ruin, Gul'dan responded to the orcs' prayers as a shaman and an orc prophet.

Gul'dan wriggled his mouth full of fangs, his voice spreading in all directions through evil magic.

"Our world is going to be destroyed! But the great orcs will not be destroyed!"

His voice echoed strangely, like the pulsation of the whole world.

Every word of him is strong and powerful, revealing absolute confidence.

His words, like hammers and hammers, hit every orc's heart, driving their powerful hearts to pour out more passionate blood, resonating with his words, and boiling with his words.

"Oh oh oh oh-" countless orcs raised their weapons, originating from the desolate heroic of Henggu made the orcs make a screaming roar, responding to Gul'dan with a bang.

Gul'dan turned to the side with his free left finger toward the door behind him. This portal will become a legend in the future. Its shape is somewhat like the gate of the temple, looks solemn, and carries a hint of mystery. The long, slender fingers pointed, and the huge and hollow Shimen suddenly changed.

A wave of green energy visible to the naked eye is swinging like a ripple in a stone gate. In the green light, the orcs see the view of the opposite world from the blurred illusion-unlike this dark red that is about to be destroyed, it is clear Blue sky, flowing white clouds, and green trees that the orcs have long been eager for.

The orc's breath suddenly became heavy.

"This door to the new world is about to open! Behind the door, there are only a few cowardly races whose power is like our children! Their fragile bodies are not as good as our women! Go! Conquer them! Slaughter them! Dye the blood of the enemy with our tomahawk-use our bravery to create a new sky for the tribe! "

Infested with the blood of demons, most orcs have become extremely belligerent and crazy. The battle that defeated the Draenei made the confidence of the orcs reach the peak of incomparable increase.

"Oh oh oh--"

The shouting of the sky and the swell of the air waves were enough to overturn the entire sky.

With the pointing of Gul'dan's finger, the tribal warriors who have been screened have held up their weapons, stepped to shake the earth, turned into a green torrent, and rushed to the huge dark gate!

Looking at this scene, Durotan turned his head to his old friend Orgrim: "I suddenly remembered our war with the Draenei."

"So what? The Shattrath City of the Draenei is already a tribal domain."

"Useless territory." Durotan pouted.

"Hope this is a great place for orcs to reproduce."

Durotan's words were taken over by his wife, Draka, who was always standing beside him: "Hopefully we can have a better place for our children."

Durotan frowned slightly: "Draka, do you still insist on joining the first wave of attacks?"

"Only the most brave orcs can participate in the first wave of invasion. Do you doubt my bravery?" Draka made a few dagger gestures with annoyance.

"Okay! At least, let me go first!"

Following the orc's torrent, Durotan took the lead and passed the huge green light door without hesitation ...

At the same time, Stormwind City.

Duke in the closed room opened his eyes horribly, his eyes shot sharp gods, his hands trembled under the dual effects of excitement and anxiety, and his heart throbbed with excitement and a little fear.

His mood was so complicated that he couldn't even describe his mood with a taste.

As a former college animal, long-lasting peace made him never know the taste of war.

But as a voyager who was determined to mingle in the world of Azeroth, when he saw the six words of the system wizard prompting ‘the door of darkness’, he knew that his opportunities and dangers were already at the same time.

"Windsor! Macaro!"

For the first time in three months, Duke's voice showed through the door. In the last few days, the two who had eaten and drank Lazar in the outer hall suddenly refreshed. They knocked on the door and entered the room. They saw Duke with messy hair and a long beard.

The shape is decadent, but the eyes are extremely bright.

Since becoming a follower of Duke, Windsor has more than once doubted whether Duke is a terrible ambition. He looked left and right, he felt that those eyes were eager to prove himself and eager to make a contribution.

Windsor could not help but hesitate.

Du Ke Qinglang sounded with a firm voice in their ears: "The catastrophe I've been worried about has come."

The hearts of the two were just a little stunned.

Duke raised his head: "This is not the end of the world, nor is it the end of humankind. Things have a lot to do. I will prove to you, to the entire Storm Kingdom and to all humanity, that I have done in the past year. The preparation was not wasted. "

As Duke's left arm and right arm, what Duke has done in the past period of time has not concealed them. There was a time when they thought Duke was going to launch a rebellion and occupy Stormwind.

Duke's actions are one-sided, not at all an insurgent.

And today, everything will be revealed.

In Stormwind, Lothar is still monitoring the soldiers' training in the barracks. Lothar is quite satisfied with the progress of the soldiers.

With the help of Xiong Naga, the recruits are growing at a high speed. From the beginning, even the sword was unstable, and now it has become offensive and defensive. In these three months, many small tactics have been developed. For example, let two soldiers carry a shield and carry it in front, and a pikeman with a rifle draws a cold attack on the back.

Today seems to be no different than any other day.

But in the middle of the night, Lothar's office was knocked open by the attendant.

"Commander, you better look at this." The attendant was holding a messenger barrel sealed with fire paint. Looking at the Lion Seal above, Anduin's pupils suddenly narrowed.