The Second Empire of Azeroth

Just as the Blackrock Clan was still trekking across the snowy plains, Muru had already led his army into the valleys of Gorgrond and set up defenses.

When the Blackrock Orcs stepped into the valley, they didn't notice anything unusual.

The reckless Blackhand, carrying his warhammer, strode proudly at the front.

In his mind, the Blackrock Clan was advancing at lightning speed, and the Alliance wouldn't be prepared at all.

He thought the Alliance was on the first floor, but little did he know they were already on the fifth.

Suddenly, a bright light appeared ahead.

The Orcs stopped immediately, warily watching the front.

Soon, they discovered the source of the light: a Naaru!

Otherwise, I'll show you the power of the Iron Horde!"

Muru swayed slightly, as if shaking his head, "Since you are unrepentant, then let's begin!"

Begin? Begin what?

Confusion appeared in the Orcs' small minds, but the next second, their doubts were dispelled.

Countless roots emerged from the ground, trapping many Orcs.

The Orcs immediately raised their weapons, wanting to rescue their companions.

However, at that moment, the trees on both sides of the road uprooted themselves and transformed into towering treants.

The Orcs were caught completely off guard, and before they could react, the treants' attacks landed on them.

Moreover, they were fatal attacks.

The towering treants possessed immense strength, capable of holding their own even against the massive Gronn.

Faced with such overwhelming attacks, the Orcs were undoubtedly killed.

The battlefield was in chaos.

Those Orcs who weren't the treants' primary targets tried to use their agility to attack the treants.

But vines shot out from the forest, entangling them.

The Orcs looked towards the forest and saw that there were a large number of Wisps inside.

These Wisps used natural magic to control the roots and vines, assisting the treants.

Faced with such a combination, the Orcs could only passively take a beating.

Only some powerful Orcs could break free from the roots and vines on their own; the other Orcs could only wait for their companions to rescue them.

If their companions didn't rescue them in time, only death awaited them.

Blackhand possessed incredible strength, and he easily broke free from the roots, raising his warhammer and charging towards a treant.

But before he could get close, a flame descended from the sky, engulfing him.

The flames frantically burned Blackhand's body, and soon he was reduced to ashes.

Muru searched the sky for those powerful Orcs and used Holy Fire to purify them.

This was a one-sided massacre, and the Orcs finally couldn't help but feel fear.

They had the courage to face any enemy, but that enemy had to be one they could defeat.

The Blackrock Orcs began to flee.

The Warsong, Bleeding Hollow, and Bonechewer clans following behind felt inexplicable.

Grommash even roared, ordering the Blackrock Orcs to return to the battlefield.

He killed more than a dozen deserters in a row, but couldn't stop the rout.

"What exactly happened?" Grommash asked in confusion.

No one answered him; all the Orcs looked towards the valley.

A rumbling sound came from the valley, the earth trembled, and towering treants appeared before their eyes, launching a charge towards them.

"Monsters!"

"Damn it, these trees have come to life?"

The Orcs asked questions one after another.

Grommash reacted the fastest, "Oil! They're afraid of oil!"

Upon hearing this, the Orcs quickly took out oil, lit it, and threw it at the treants.

Just as the oil was about to land on the treants, a Holy Light shield appeared in front of the treants, deflecting the oil.

The treants charged into the Orcish ranks, swinging their fists left and right.

Each swing took the life of an Orc.

Grommash finally understood what the Blackrock Orcs had faced.

He also didn't expect that the cooperation between the Naaru and the treants would present such an overwhelming advantage.

He frowned, knowing that they couldn't win if things continued this way.

Therefore, he decisively issued a retreat order.

"Wooo—"

A horn sounded from behind, and Grommash's expression changed drastically.

If they were ambushed from both sides at this time, Garrosh's strategy would be a complete failure.

But the development of things wasn't something Grommash could decide.

Turalyon led his army to charge the Orcs from behind.

Under the attack from both sides, the Orcs lost all will to fight, and even Grommash was looking for a way to retreat.

The paladins charged ahead, and Khadgar led the mages to cast area-of-effect spells.

Countless flames engulfed the Orcs.

Since the elemental spirits had recovered, the power of casting spells in Draenor had almost returned to normal levels.

The Orcs suffered a crushing defeat, and only a few Orcs escaped into the snowy plains.

But waiting for them would be gryphon riders and pursuit, and it would be difficult for them to escape with their lives.

In front of Bladefist Citadel, Velen led an army to block the road.

Inside the fortress, Garrosh looked at Velen's sparse army and sneered, "Do you think such a small number of people can stop the great Iron Horde?

Wishful thinking."

He ordered the Orcs, "Let our old friends see your power!"

The Orcs charged out of Bladefist Citadel, shouting, "Kill all these Draenei!"

Looking at the charging Orcs, Dalas was fearless.

He looked at the rangers beside him, "You can send the signal!"

The signal flare exploded in the sky, and the sea surface suddenly lit up.

Countless beams of light shot out, directly plowing through the road to Bladefist Citadel, and all the Orcs who charged out of Bladefist Citadel were vaporized.

All the Orcs were dumbfounded; they had never seen such a powerful weapon.

Garrosh looked at Kairozdormu in horror, "What is this weapon?"

Kairozdormu shook his head.

"Aren't you all-knowing? Why don't you know?" Garrosh questioned.

Kairozdormu's face darkened, and he turned around and said, "I will give you the answer!"

With that, he turned around and walked to the deepest room of Bladefist Citadel, turned back into his original form, and lay on the ground to enter the timeways.

A trace of anger flashed across Garrosh's face; he felt that he had been deceived by Kairozdormu.

The Dark Portal, two black dragons descended from the sky.

Following closely behind was Anzu leading the Arakkoa, carrying out indiscriminate bombing of the Orcs in the air.

Under countless spells, the Orcs quickly fell into disarray.

Rogers stood on the Dark Portal, waving the Scepter of Sargeras to close the Dark Portal.

Then, he turned his head to look at Bladefist Citadel and sneered, "Let's see where you run now?"

His whole body surged with the Time Divine Authority, imprisoning the timeways.

Kairozdormu, swimming in the timeways, suddenly felt his body stiffen.

No matter how he mobilized the power of time, he could no longer make time flow.

Everything around him came to a standstill, including himself.

He didn't wait long before a figure appeared in front of him, and his body regained control.

"Rogers…"