Titan Dawn

Parallel to Draenor World, Nagrand Prairie.

The Warsong clan suddenly became uncharacteristically, and Gul'dan, which was so popular among the orc tribes, seemed to become an upset character overnight.

Grom * Hellscream publicly claims that Gul'dan and his Warlock magic will drag orcs into the abyss of destruction and corruption.

Now that the most powerful Warsong clan has spoken, the other orc clans have heard the drums in their hearts.

Is Gul'dan and that evil spell really not desirable?

Grom's declaration was immediately supported by the Frostfire Ridge Frostwolf clan, and the patriarch Durotan also said that evil energy should not exist. This will not only destroy the shaman and elemental way that have been passed down for many years, but also the entire orc. Race has an unpredictable effect.

As a result, Gul'dan, originally regarded as a guest of the orcs' clan, found that public opinion and attitude had fallen to his opposite.

Action must be taken immediately, and the situation will be more difficult if dragged on.

But at this juncture, Gul'dan couldn't reach his demon master Mannoroth!

The lord of the abyss seems to have evaporated, and no matter how summoned, he cannot restore contact.

In desperation, Gul'dan had no choice but to contact his top boss with fear, the big man who made himself feel endless fear and trembling: the fraudulent Kil'jaeden.

Kil'jaeden is not as violent and cruel as Archimonde, he is more like a cunning wise man.

In response to Gul'dan's request, Kil'jaeden immediately agreed, and immediately sent another Abyss Lord, Brutalus, to let Gul'dan secretly summon the world of Draenor.

He is extremely optimistic about the orc race, so he must corrupt them with demonic blood, absorb them into the legion, and become the vanguard of the legion.

Ten thousand years ago in the defeated war in Azeroth, an orc finally jumped into the portal and came alone to the Argus world, temporarily blocking the Supreme Lord Sargeras and the endless demon army .

This impressed Kil'jaeden, so he is bound to get the orc race.

but. . . What happened to Mannoroth?

Not to mention that Gul'dan couldn't be contacted, even he couldn't find Mannoroth.

Some clues have been found through some spell predictions. It seems that in the future two or three decades later, Mannoroth has some changes that are enough to call it a destiny turn.

But what kind of future change can directly affect and distort the present?

A few days later, on a wide altar in the Tanaan jungle, orc clans from all over the world gathered.

The crowd of people under the altar was full of countless torches like starry sky, lighting up the whole area.

At the top of the altar, Gul'dan's old body shrouded in a robe hood stood quietly next to a stone table. On the table was a huge stone basin filled with a basin of dark green glue. Thick liquid.

There was a commotion and cheer, and the orcs below split into two parts, giving way to the middle.

Grom * Hellscream strode toward the altar, carrying his iconic weapon behind him: Blood Roar.

Somewhat strangely, Hellscream was followed by an orc hiding his features in the hood. No one knew him, but hellscream seemed to trust this strange orc.

Some carefully observed orcs also found that there was nothing wrong. The Warsong clan's army seemed to be on the periphery, and it seemed to be carrying a bunch of dark things, which could not be seen clearly under the cover of night.

At the top of the altar, Grom looked at Gul'dan with his body in front of him, and a look of disdain flashed in his eyes.

"This is what you said, will bring endless power to the orcs?" Grom glanced at the dark green liquid in the stone basin.

Gul'dan nodded, took a wooden cup, filled with dark green liquid, and handed it to Grom.

"Yes, drink it ... Hellscream, this is the blood of the gods, which will bring you invincible power."

Grom took the cup, smelled it with his nose, and frowned.

"Well, **** it ..."

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"So, Gul'dan, what's the price?"

Gul'dan heard that and slowly pulled down the hood, exposing dark green skin and blood red eyes.

"all of these."

Grom snorted and raised the wooden cup, as if to suffocate, Gul'dan smiled.

Then the glass stayed at Grom's mouth, and then he poured the liquid in the glass to the ground.

"No ... this shouldn't be ..."

"You ... dare to refuse this gift? The Burning Legion will punish you stupid ants!"

Before Gul'dan finished, he was interrupted by a thick voice.

Brutalus appeared from the back of the altar. The huge abyss lord was burning with the flames of fel energy, his hands were cut off artificially, and a pair of sharp giant blades were installed.

Grom stared at the Lord of the Abyss, and snorted coldly, "Sure enough ..."

Immediately, he nodded to Garrosh, who immediately raised his torch and shook it a few times.

A burst of roar accompanied the flames, and the Warsong Clan troops guarding the periphery revealed their fangs.

It was a brand new row of cannons.

Produced by Azeroth's goblin military technology and the power technology of the ethereal spirits.

An armor-piercing bullet screamed and flew, then severely penetrated the armor on Brutalus' chest, and the Lord of the Abyss roared.

Before they had time to fight back, the subsequent high-explosive bombs continued to strike.

Gul'dan was blown aside by the waves of the explosion and collapsed on the ground.

Brutalus was bombarded, when did these primitive orcs have such huge lethal weapons?

Shaking his head, the Lord of the Abyss roared, propped himself up, ready to kill the orcs in front of him.

Then he saw a figure jumping out of the flames, it was Grom.

He held up the blood roar and leapt with the help of running.

The axe was severely cut in the center of the lord of the abyss ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The axe blade was deeply stuck in the skull of the demon.

The Lord of the Abyss uttered a terrifying roar, and Grom was blown out, fell to the ground, and then got up hard.

A dark green glow erupted from the huge wound.

Then the Lord of the Abyss blew up.

The flames of the evil energy that came out rushed in all directions like a fire dragon, but Grom was not afraid and opened his arms to face this biggest challenge.

Garrosh rushed over from the side, grabbed Grom, and hurled him to the ground next to him.

The Lord of the Abyss is dead, leaving only a skull with blood roar stuck on it.

Garrosh walked over and pulled the ax hard.

"No, this should not be the fate of the orcs ..."

Gul'dan also sat up and looked up at the strange orc.

"The times have changed."

Garrosh glanced coldly at Gul'dan, before throwing his axe towards Grom.

The latter steadily caught the axe, turned and looked at the sea of ​​orcs below, and raised the blood roar in his hands.

"The orcs will never be slaves !!! We ... will be kings !!!"

Cheers rang through the jungle for a long time.

In the easternmost part of the jungle, a huge building has been laid.

It was the gate of darkness, and it was the gateway to the parallel world Azeroth.

However, they can never go to Azeroth in Parallel World.

Their final destination is only one.

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