Titan Dawn

Alas ~~~~

A group of white beasts ran wild in the endless snowy field, and the white hair and goose feather snow merged into one. These beasts are about one meter tall, like a calf.

The orcs on the frost wolves have brown skin, and their muscles are bursting. Between the snow and ice, each orc wore only a simple leather armor, and the shoulders were decorated with bones of various beasts, with a face behind them The face is made of a rough, leather banner that dances with the wind, with a silver-white wolf head embroidered on it.

The orc-headed orc wore a complete set of frost wolf skin, the wolf's head almost covered his half face, and the frost wolf was several times larger than the other frost wolf.

Ooo ~~~ Ooo ~~~

An orc in the cricket queue blew the desolate horn again, and the melodious horn sounded in the ancient snowfield of Frostfire Ridge for a long time.

Another team of wolf cavalry came face-to-face. Their wolf was black and the orcs on their backs were much taller than the orcs of the Frostwolf clan. The orcs only had a huge black flag with a black sledgehammer on it.

The two teams of wolf cavalry stopped when they were more than ten meters apart, and the leading orc rolled over the wolf and hugged him fiercely.

"Hahahaha, Durotan!"

"It's been a long time, Orgrim!"

Orgrim looked at the close friend in front of him, and he has been relieved by his heavy feelings. For the question about his stomach, he must be able to answer his doubts.

走 "Go, go back to Dota Fortress! The banquet is already waiting for you, hahahaha!"

The two of them got on the wolf and ran forward side by side. The two teams of orcs joined together, closely following the two chiefs.

The Sword Tower Fortress, this giant tower-type fortress stands in the middle of the snowfield, and the Frostwolf clan has lived in this rough stone fortress for generations. At this moment in the evening, countless flares were looming, the smoke was rising, and the frost wolf orcs ended their day of hunting and fighting, sitting in their stone-built houses and beginning to eat and drink. The icy cold wind started to blow, and Frostfire Ridge at night was extremely cold.

In the hall at the highest point of the fortress, the orcs were sitting around a huge bonfire, and the loud laughter and conversation made a noisy environment. Durotan and Orgrim sat in a corner and touched the stone wine glasses in their hands.

"What's wrong, old friend, haven't you been busy organizing large-scale hunting this time in previous years? Why did you suddenly come to me this time?"

Orgrim did not hide his anxiety in the face of his best friend. "I'm a bit worried, no ... very worried. Ever since Gul'dan showed his mysterious and terrifying power to the various clans, the situation has gotten out of control. The number of warlocks has increased madly, but the shaman is getting more and more The less. I also understand that the warlock's power is extremely powerful, but ... "

但是 "But the warlock's power is weird everywhere, isn't it." Durotan took the words of his friends. "The Warlocks of the Stormreaver Clan have also come to me to show their power. It is incredible that even the powerful Gron can't resist in front of that power. But I also saw that the power was called evil The power of energy changes everything into scorched earth, and that power not only affects the land, but also affects the orcs. "

Orgrim nodded fiercely, "Now that Gul'dan's power is getting bigger and bigger, many small clans have taken the lead of him. And you're right, the change caused by the power called evil energy The Tanaan jungle where the Stormreaver Clan is located, a small piece of land there has completely changed. Orcs affected by evil energy have become a little cruel and crazy, they have no idea what honor is. "

那么 "So what are your worries, old friends, are you worried that the orcs will fall because of the evil energy?"

"No ... I don't know ... Now that the major clans have warlocks, hunting and fighting are indeed many times better than ever. Even the black-handed chiefs of the black-handed clan have accepted the power of evil."

Durotan was silent for a while, looking at the noisy orcs in the hall, "Leave it to me, the ancestors will guide us. All I can do is to keep the Frostwolf clan tradition and shamanism."

Shadowmoon Valley, Temple of Karabo.

The old body of the prophet Wei Lun slumped to the ground with a cold sweat, his body trembling constantly. Vindicator Yrel, who was standing by, immediately filled up and lifted up the prophets on the ground.

"Prophet, what happened ... what?" Yrel's voice was delicate and gentle, but at this moment more doubtful.

"Disaster ... Disaster for our entire draenei, no ... I must seek more guidance from the Holy Light.

瑞 Yrel was tense immediately, a cold air came from the soles of his feet. . . Well, the bottom of the hoof came up. The prophet Velen's prophecy will never be wrong, and it is so difficult and difficult for Moral Lenny to escape the pursuit of his compatriots Erida. Is the disaster coming again now?

"Yes ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Guide ... I must continue to communicate with that voice, those beings named Naru once told me, now I must know more."

On the Prairie Nagrand, the orcs who could not see the head were gathering.

许多 Many of them have lost their original brown skin. After drinking the blood of power, they are replaced with blood red. Their eyes are also full of red, and the look of brutality is clear.

The former calmness and straightforwardness seemed to be far away from them. At the moment, the assembly place is everywhere, because of the slightest trivial matter, they want to violently kill the orcs. But no one succeeds, because at this moment, a green evil fire hits them fiercely, causing bursts of crazy screams. The warlocks maintain the discipline of these orcs from different clans, and these orc warlocks have green skin, blood vessels on their arms are raised, and the blood in them seems to be polluted by evil energy to become green.

An unusually tall orc stepped out of the tent and stood on the high platform. His shoulders were decorated with two dragon-like skulls, two long sharp bones must be dragged behind his back, and his hands had become a pair of horrors. The sharp giant claws are doped with the green of the evil energy, like a piece of rock covered with green sewage.

"Orcs! Silence!" The roar of the black-handed chieftain spread throughout the area.

"East! The draenei have been living on that land for long enough! Now we orcs will get that land! Kill their people!"

"Lok-tar !!! Lok-tarogar !!!" Wild cheers rang through the Nagrand Prairie.

Stands behind the black hand, the warlock Gul'dan, who hides all his face in the shadow of the black hood, silently looks at all this, and laughs a few whispers.