Azeroth’s Death Track

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Hellfire Citadel, a huge orc fortress that stands on Hellfire Peninsula.

Looking down from the sky, the appearance of this land is very similar to the black swamp on the other side of the Dark Portal. The land stripped of all life is dry and barren, and the soil on the ground has been turned into a strange dark red by the infestation of evil energy. The land is rapidly desertifying, and the water source has completely dried up. Except for some fierce mutant creatures, no life can survive here.

However, this was not the case in Hellfire Peninsula 10 years ago. At that time, it was also called Nataan Jungle. It was one of the areas with the highest forest coverage in the world of Draenor, and it was also the ancestral land of the blood ring orcs.

It is a pity that the crazy tribe under the leadership of Blackham has cut down all the trees in the jungle cleanly, and built a hellfire fort in the canyon for the use of soldiers and war weapons.

After the Blackhand took the Horde soldiers across the Dark Gate, the Hellfire Peninsula became a place to exile some clans that did not obey orders, and became too violent and unruly war song and thunder king because of drinking too much demon blood. And the Shattered Hand clan lives here. In the past few years, they have been driven by the violent rush of their hearts and attacked each other, making this ghost place the most cruel and chaotic battlefield.

However, after the defeat of the expedition to Azeroth, many orcs fled back to Draenor. The news of the broken soldiers shocked the orc chieftains who were still stationed here. They knew how powerful the advance troops were. However, such powerful forces were defeated by the so-called "Alliance", which made the chiefs feel threatened, so the chaos that lasted for several years also temporarily stopped.

In recent days, the Hellfire Peninsula is very quiet. Except for the orcs who go out to hunt, almost no other soldiers walk outside the fortress, and the chiefs who previously regarded the enemy as the enemy are in frequent contact with a hint of conspiracy. The black giant fortress emerged.

"Wow"

The iron gate wrapped with rough chains and grim ornaments was pushed open, and a tall figure walked from the dark passage into the Emirates Hall. He was naked with his upper body, but his muscular green body was covered with various wounds. , Orc's iconic Founder's face, dotted with a pair of tyrannical and crazy eyes, black hair scattered on his shoulders.

While the orc chief was walking, the black, serrated machete-like fist blade fixed on his left arm reflected some kind of dark and deadly light in the beating fire, and the blade was glowing abnormally green, Obviously, this stuff is poisoned.

The chief is called Kargas Bladefist. His original clan has been destroyed in the chaos of previous years. He was thrown into the arena organized by the ogres as a slave earlier. That was what happened at the overhanging fortress on the far border of Nagrand Prairie. In short, Cargas persevered in the brutal abuse of the ogres and launched a rare slave rebellion.

He cut off his left arm and killed him all the way from the gladiator field, embellishing his escape with blood, and the orc gladiators who followed him were conquered by Calgas's fury, and they gave Calgas a fierce fist Blade, and regard him as chieftain, so the most insidious and craziest of all the clans, broken hands clan full of abuse and pathological slaughter was established.

"Cagas, you are late!"

When Chief Bladefist entered the hall, a low voice sounded, and Kargas turned his head, and saw another orc chief sitting directly above the hall. He looked no different from the other chiefs, green skin, Muscle stretched, wearing armor made of animal skin, red eyes, black hair tied into a braid behind his head.

He is the chief of the Warsong clan and one of the warriors of the tribe, Grom. Hellscream, the chief of the most powerful clan of the three clan of Hellfire Citadel. This guy has a giant axe decorated with beast bones on his hand. When he saw this blood-stained weapon, even the fierce Kargas couldn't help shrinking his eyes.

"Hellscream, what are you doing with me?"

Kargas Shiran sat in the chair opposite Grom. He stretched his fingers and rubbed his chin, moving his shoulders. He asked aloud, "Do you want to surrender to the Broken Hand Clan?"

"Miscellaneous!"

Grom made a sneer from the nostrils dismissively, his fingers beating on the handle of the tomahawk named "Blood Roar", as the first batch of orc chiefs who drank the blood of the demon, **** roared from the devil The power obtained from the blood is extraordinary, and even more rare is that the chief uses his own will to suppress the riots of the magic blood.

On the battlefield, the crazy Hellscream will become the most troublesome war weapon for the enemy, and at the strategic level, his overall view and commanding ability have also allowed the Warsong clan to not only die but to absorb it in the chaotic battles of the past few years. More power has become the most powerful force in Hellfire Citadel, forcing the Broken Hand Clan to have to unite with the Thunder King Clan to be able to withstand the crazy warriors of the Warsong Clan.

"Just hide in the garbage in the dark, so there is such a poor wisdom."

Hellscream sneered unscathedly at Cargas, but a moment later, a deep dip in his dark red eyes, he waved his hand:

"It's not a fight to find you today. Something happened. I think I should tell you, and then we will make an idea together."

The change in Grom's attitude made Calgas, who was already irritated, take a deep breath after seeing the seriousness of Hellscream's face, calming himself.

Although he hated the arrogance of Grom. Hellscream, he had to admit his wisdom in war. If he also felt that something was tricky, it would be a very troublesome thing.

After the two chiefs sat in the lobby and waited for a few minutes, the last belated guest walked into the lobby surrounded by guards.

It was a tall orc wearing a wolf skin coat, Fenris. His dress was very similar to the Frostwolf clan in Frostfire Ridge. In fact, Fenlis was born in the Frostwolf clan. He and Frost who died in Azeroth Wolf Chief Durotan is a brotherly relationship. Unfortunately, at an early time, Fenris had defected from the Frostwolf clan and formed the more aggressive Thunder King clan.

There is a rumor that Fenris murdered his father, the last Frostwolf Chief Gallard, but there is no evidence to prove this.

This is a cunning and unpopular guy, but the Thunder King clan’s wolf cavalry is very powerful, and even makes Grom. Hellscream feel a headache. It is for this reason that Fenris’ Thunder King clan is also occupied in Hellfire Citadel. Write your own place.

"Cough, everyone is here."

Grom stood up from his chair, the orc chief was unexpectedly tall, even taller than Orgrim and Blackham, this is the blood lineage from the Hellscream family, living in the Nagrand grassland The Warsong clan is known as the "Giant Killer", and their strength and combat skills are among the best in the entire Draenor.

"I'll just say it, two days ago, I received a letter..."

Grom waved his hand, and a Warsong Orc walked into the hall with a hide scroll, and handed the letter to Kargas. When Kargas opened the letter with his right hand, Grom continued:

"The content of this letter is nothing special, just an invitation, but the name of the sender surprised me."

"Ner'zhul?"

Cargas also hummed in confusion:

"Isn't that old guy dead? Isn't it that he has lost his ability to predict, so he was exiled by the Shadowmoon clan?"

"The old man always lives a long time, and I hate these old thieves!"

Kargas handed the letter to Fenris. The latter waved his hand without looking. The chief of the Thunder King's clan raised his head and looked at Grom:

"Hellscream, if it's just a letter, you don't need to be so aggressive."

"This letter was a joke in my opinion."

Grom rubbed his cheeks: "But out of some sudden interest, I sent a warrior, riding a bipedal dragon, went to Shadowmoon Valley to take a look at Mr. Ner'zhul to see what he wanted to do What, this warrior brought me bad news."

Hellscream raised his head. He looked at the two chiefs in front of him. He said softly:

"The Shadowmoon clan is over..."

"what?"

Fenris' eyes widened, and he subconsciously retorted:

"After Gul'dan destroyed the place, those Shadowmoon Orcs shrank into their fortress of pain, and even Blackhan couldn't break the ghost place..."

"But my warrior saw the scene with his own eyes!"

This refutation displeased Grom, who shouted loudly:

"He clearly saw everything on the ground from the sky. The weird black knights rushed into the Painful Fortress and beheaded the unexpected Shadowmoon orc. The blood was almost covered with the fortress, only those who were kneeling and begging for mercy In order to survive, the rune magic that the Shadowmoon clan depends on is useless to them... the most important thing is, you may as well guess who is commanding those strange black knights?"

"Ner'zhul?"

Cargas whispered that **** roared and nodded, a little hesitation flashed in his eyes:

"You and I have come from past times. We all know how lofty and powerful the former Shadowmoon clan was. Although the Warlock magic rose, the Shadowmoon clan actively closed their connection with us, but Their power is still strong and large in number. Ner'zhul has re-integrated the Shadowmoon clan with blood and death..."

He glanced at the two chiefs in front of him:

"In addition to Warsong, Thunder King, and Shattered Hand, now Draenor's fourth largest clan has appeared. It is not accidental that Ner'zhul sent this letter. He must be planning something. What’s more, what he said in the letter is very clear...He intends to save the world in his own way, what do you think about this?"

"This world is not saved!"

Chief Fenris whispered:

"It is getting weaker every day, earthquakes are happening frequently, the Plain of Fallon is collapsing, the beasts of Gorgrond are crazy, and the raven remnants of Alanka Peak Forest anticipate that the end is coming. This problem We discussed it as early as 7 years ago."

"But if it's Ner'zhul..."

Cargas supported his chin with his left hand, and a flash of light flashed in his tyrannical eyes: "That was one of the most powerful shamans of the old era. If he said there was a way, maybe it was true... "

"This is the problem, brothers."

Grom opened his hands, he sighed for the first time and used the word "brother" to describe Cargas and Fenris in front of him. This unfamiliar vocabulary stopped Grom's voice for a while and also caused the two The chief looked up at the same time:

"The Dark Gate has been closed and we can’t open it. This has cut off the possibility of us rushing into Azeroth again. If we don’t want to bury the world in such a muddled way, Ner'zhul who seems to be dreaming Became our only hope, so I think it is necessary for us to take a look at Shadow Moon Valley!"

"If what he said is true, we will try our best to help him!"

Hellscream clenched his fists, his eyes sparkling with fiery blood: "That's the only way we can go, not just for ourselves, but for our family..."

"What if it's fake?"

Fenris asked back, and then he saw a fierce flash in Grom's eyes:

"Then kill him! The remaining resources of Draenor are not enough to support any more clan... would you allow the fourth big clan to appear again? Speaking of it, since everyone is here today, I Just talk about your thoughts."

"The vanguards of Blackham and Orgrim have failed, and the invasion of Azeroth became a bubble. This is bad, but it also means that we no longer need to stay in the ghost place of the Hellfire Peninsula. After the matter of Ner'zhul, I suggest that everyone return to their clan."

Hellscream clenched his fists:

"The Warsong clan returns to Nagrand, and the Thunder King clan returns to Gorgrond and Frostfire Ridge. As for the broken hands... The ravens of Alanka Peak Forest are not difficult to deal with. The resources there are enough for you to live in this world. The supplies are almost exhausted, we can’t fight this way anymore... what do you think of my proposal?"

"not very good!"

Fenris snorted, his fingers stroking the war knife around his waist, he looked up and looked at Grom and Kargas:

"Just go back like this, those irrational soldiers who have been tortured by the demon blood will not want to live in peace and stability. Before returning, we will join hands to break the ogre fortress of the ogre and put the exiled cannibals. The materials stored by the demon are divided into one point, and the craziest warriors will be dealt with, so that everyone will have a better life in the future."

"Do you kill ogres?"

The corner of Cargas's mouth curled up in a dangerous arc: "I like this proposal! I even started to like you, Fenris, your vicious debris."

"Then do it! Let the soldiers gather."

Grom's final word: "Let's go to Shadowmoon Valley first to see what idea Ner'zhul is playing!"

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