Parallel to the world of Draenor, Nagrand Meadow.
The Warsong Clan suddenly went against the norm, and Gul'dan, who was originally very popular among the entire orc tribe, seemed to become an unpopular figure overnight.
Grom Hellroar openly declares that Gul'dan and his warlock magic will drag orcs into the abyss of destruction and depravity.
Now that the Warsong Clan, which is the most powerful in the overall strength, has spoken, the other orc clans have also begun to drum in their hearts after hearing this.
Is it really undesirable for Gul'dan and that kind of evil spell to be?
Grom's declaration was immediately supported by the Frostwolf Clan of Frostfire Ridge, and the patriarch Durotan also stated that evil power should not exist, which would not only destroy the shaman and elemental ways that had been passed down for countless years, but also have an unpredictable impact on the entire orc race.
As a result, Guldan, who was originally regarded as a guest of honor by various orc clans, found that public opinion and attitudes had all fallen to his opposite.
Action must be taken now, and if it drags on, the situation will be even more difficult.
But at this juncture, Gul'dan couldn't even contact his demon master, Manolos This abyss lord seemed to have evaporated out of thin air, and no matter how he summoned it, he couldn't regain contact.
In desperation, Gul'dan had no choice but to contact his top boss, the big man who made him feel endless fear and trembling: the fraudster Kilgardan.
Kilgardan was not as tyrannical and cruel as Akmund, he was more of a cunning wise man.
In response to Gul'dan's request, Kil'Gardan immediately agreed, and immediately sent another Abyss Lord, Blutarus, to secretly summon Gul'dan to the world of Draenor.
He is extremely optimistic about the orc race, so he must corrupt them with demon blood, absorb them into the legion, and become the vanguard of the legion.
In the failed war in the world of Azeroth 10,000 years ago, an orc finally jumped into the portal and came to the world of Argus alone, briefly stopping the supreme god Sargeras and the endless demon army.
This left a deep impression on Kil'Gardan, so for the orc race, he was bound to win.
But...
What the hell happened to Manolos Not to mention that Gul'dan can't be contacted, even if he can't find Manolos himself.
Some clues have been found through some spell predictions, and it seems that in the future twenty or thirty years later, Manolos has some changes that can be called a twist of fate.
But what kind of future changes can directly affect and distort the present?
A few days later, at night, a wide altar in the jungle of Tanaan, orc clans from all over the world gathered.
The altar was crowded with people, and countless torches lit up the entire area like a starry sky.
At the top of the altar, Guldan's old figure shrouded in a robe hood stood silently beside a stone table on which a large stone basin filled with a dark green viscous liquid.
There was a commotion and cheers, and the orcs below took the initiative to split into two parts, making way for the middle path.
Grom Hellroar strode towards the altar, his signature weapon: Bloodroar.
Strangely, Hell Roar was followed by an orc with his features hidden in his hood, no one knew him, but it seemed that Hell Roar trusted this strange orc very much.
Some of the carefully observed orcs also noticed that something was wrong, and the army of the Warsong Clan seemed to be on the periphery, and it seemed to be carrying a pile of black things, which was impossible to see under the cover of night.
Arriving at the top of the altar, Grom looked at Gul'dan, who was hunched in front of him, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.
"That's what you're talking about, something that will bring endless power to the orcs," Grom glanced at the dark green liquid in the stone basin.
Gul'dan nodded, picked up a wooden mug filled with a dark green liquid, and handed it to Grom.
"That's right, drink it...
Hell Roar, which is the blood of the gods, will bring you invincible power. ” Grom took the cup and sniffed it, frowning.
"So,..."
Ahem...
The script is wrong, do it all over again.
"Well, Guldan, what is the price" Hearing this, Gul'dan slowly pulled down his hood, revealing dark green skin and blood-red eyes.
"It's all there."
Grom snorted and raised the wooden cup as if to smother, and Gul'dan smiled at this.
The cup then rested on Grom's lips, and he jerked the liquid on the ground.
"No...
This should not be ... ” "You...
If you dare to refuse this gift, the Burning Legion will punish you foolish ants."
Before Gul'dan could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a deep voice.
From behind the altar, Blutarus emerged, the massive Abyss Lord covered in unholy flames, his hands artificially severed and equipped with a pair of razor-sharp blades.
Grom stared at the Abyss Lord and snorted coldly, "Sure enough... ” Immediately, he nodded to Garrosh beside him, who immediately raised the torch in his hand and shook it a few times.
A roar accompanied the firelight, and the Warsong Clan troops guarding the periphery bared their hideous fangs.
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It was a brand new row of cannons.
Goblin military technology from Azeroth, as well as energy technology from the Ethereals.
An armor-piercing bullet whizzed in, then slammed through the armor on Blutarus's chest, sending the Abyss Lord a loud roar.
Before they could fight back, a succession of high-explosive shells continued to strike.
Gul'dan was knocked to the side by the blast and collapsed to the ground.
Blutarus was blown up, when did this primitive group of orcs have such a weapon of great lethality Shaking his head, the Abyss Lord roared angrily, propped himself up, and prepared to slaughter the orcs in front of him.
Then he saw a figure leap out of the flames, and it was Grom.
He held his blood roar aloft and leaped with the help of running.
The axe slammed into the center of the Abyss Lord's skull, the blade digging deep into the demon's skull.
The Abyss Lord let out an earth-shattering roar, and Grom was knocked out of the way, slammed to the ground, and struggled to his feet.
A dark green glow erupted from the massive wound.
Then, the Abyss Lord blew up.
The spewed flames of evil energy struck in all directions like a fiery dragon, but Grom was undaunted, spreading his arms ready to face the biggest challenge of all.
Garrosh sprang up from the side, grabbed Grom, and jerked him to the ground next to him.
The Abyss Lord is dead, leaving only a skull with a roar of blood stuck on it.
Garrosh walked over and pulled out the axe with all his might.
"No, this shouldn't be the fate of the orcs...
Gul'dan also sat up with difficulty, looking at the strange orc.
"Times have changed."
Garrosh glanced coldly at Gul'dan, then threw the axe in his hand at Grom.
The latter caught the axe steadily, turned to look at the sea of orcs below, and raised the blood roar in his hand.
"Orcs will never enslave us ...
It will be king" The cheers resounded throughout the jungle and lingered for a long time.
In the easternmost part of the jungle, the foundations of a huge structure have been laid.
It was the Dark Portal, the gateway to the parallel world of Azeroth.
However, they will never be able to go to the parallel world of Azeroth.
They have only one final destination.
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