His body had become ugly and terrifying from the corrosion of demonic energy. His claws glowed green from using demonic energy all day long. Unlike the Great Chief Blackhand's typical Beastman bravery, his aura was cold and evil, and anyone who got close would feel suffocated.
His eyes glowed with an evil red light, and his will controlled the fate of the entire Beastman tribe.
The staff filled with a terrifying aura stabbed into the solid floor tiles. It was a small sound, but the tens of thousands of Beastmen in the plaza heard it at the same time. That was the rumbling sound of the gears of fate turning.
When the world was about to be destroyed, when the land lacked food, when the Beastmen were about to be destroyed, Gul 'dan, as a Shaman and Beastman prophet, responded to the prayers of the Beastmen.
Gul 'dan moved his mouth full of fangs, and his voice spread in all directions through the evil magic.
"Our world is about to be destroyed! But the great Beastmen will not be destroyed! "
His voice carried a strange echo, as if the entire world was beating.
Every word he said was powerful and powerful, revealing his absolute confidence.
His words were like hammers striking metal, striking at the hearts of every Beastman, causing their powerful hearts to spew out even more passionate blood, resonating with his words and boiling with his words.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh –" Countless Beastmen raised the weapons in their hands, and the ancient boldness caused the Beastmen to let out heaven-shaking roars, responding to Gul 'dan with a thunderous roar.
Gul 'dan turned his body and pointed at the door behind him with his empty left hand. This would become a legendary portal door in the future, and it looked like a temple door. It looked solemn and dignified, as well as a hint of mystery. As he pointed with his long and craggy finger, the large and empty stone door suddenly changed.
A green energy wave that could be seen with the naked eye rippled out from the stone door. In the green light, the Beastmen could vaguely see the scenery of the world on the other side — it was different from this dark red world that was about to be destroyed. There was a clear blue sky, elegant white clouds, and the green trees that the Beastmen longed for.
The Beastmen's breathing instantly became heavy.
"This door to a new world is about to open! Behind the door, there are only a few weak races, their strength is like our children! Their weak bodies are inferior to our women! Go! Conquer them! Slaughter them! Use our battle axes to be stained with the blood of our enemies. Use our bravery to fight for a new sky for our tribe! "
Under the influence of the Evil Demon's blood, most of the Orcs had already become extremely warlike and crazy. After defeating the Draenei in battle, the Orcs' confidence reached its peak.
"Oh, oh, oh —"
The deafening shouts and the shockwaves were enough to overturn the entire sky.
Following Gul 'dan's finger's direction, the tribal warriors who had long been selected raised the weapons in their hands, and with steps that made even the earth tremble, they turned into a green flood, surging towards the enormous Door of Darkness!
Seeing this, Durotan turned to his old friend Orgrim and said, "I suddenly remembered our war with the Draenei."
"So what? The Draenei's Shattrath City is already the Horde's territory. "
"A useless territory." Durotan curled his lips.
"I hope this is a good place for the orcs to reproduce."
Durotan's words were continued by his wife, Draka, who had been standing at the side. "I hope we can build a better territory for our children."
Durotan frowned slightly. "Draka, you still insist on joining the first wave of attack?"
"Only the bravest Orcs can join the first wave of attack. Are you doubting my bravery?" Draka was a little annoyed as she waved her dagger a few times.
"Alright! At least, let me go first! "
Following the flood of Orcs, Durotan took the lead and charged through the huge green door without hesitation …
At the same time, Stormwind City.
Duque, who was in the sealed room, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes shot out a sharp light. His hands were trembling from excitement and unease, and his heart was beating violently from excitement and fear.
His emotions were so complicated that he could not even describe his feelings with a single taste.
As a former university student, he had never tasted the taste of war after a long period of peace.
But as a Transmigrator who was determined to make a name for himself in the World of Azeroth, when he saw the System Elf's prompt, 'The Dark Portal is open', he knew that his opportunity and danger had arrived at the same time.
"Windsor! Makarov! "
For the first time in three months, Duque's voice could be heard from outside the door. The two of them, who had been eating and drinking in the outer hall for the past few days, were instantly energized. After knocking on the door and entering the room, they saw Duque with messy hair and a long beard.
His appearance was dispirited, but his eyes were unusually bright.
Ever since he became Duque's follower, Windsor had more than once wondered if Duque was a terrifying ambitious person. He looked left and right, and felt that it was a pair of eyes that thirsted to prove themselves and achieve something.
Windsor could not help but feel a chill in his heart.
Duque's clear and firm voice rang in their ears. "The calamity that I have been worried about is here."
Their hearts skipped a beat.
Duque raised his head. "This is not the end of the world, nor is it the end of mankind. There is still a lot to be done. I will prove to you, to all of Stormwind, and even to all mankind that my preparations over the past year have not been in vain. "
As Duque's left and right arms, Duque had not hidden what he had done in the past period of time from them. For a moment, they all thought that Duque was going to start a rebellion and occupy Stormwind City.
Duque's actions were very one-sided, not the actions of a rebel at all.
And today, everything would be revealed.
In Stormwind City, Lothar was still supervising the training of the soldiers in the barracks. Lothar was quite satisfied with the progress of the soldiers.
With the help of the male Naga, the recruits grew at a high speed. At first, they couldn't even hold their swords steadily, but now they could attack and defend. In these three months, many small tactics had been developed. For example, they would let two soldiers hold shields in front, while the spearmen would launch sneak attacks from behind.
Today seemed to be no different from any other day in the past.
However, in the middle of the night, Lothar's office was knocked on by his valet.
"Commander, you'd better look at this." The valet was holding a communication bucket sealed with wax. Looking at the lion mark on it, Andoine's pupils suddenly constricted.
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