"You throw it!" "Shut up!" "Fuck you, I said you should throw it away!" "Okay, just throw it away!" Gretal growled, leaning forward, the powerful muscles on his shoulders trembling non-stop.His right arm swung back and forth, his fist forming a vague arc.He stretched out his right fist, and small pieces of bone fell from between his fingers and fell to the ground, making crackling sounds. Brodogo laughed, his lips turned up, and his fangs could be seen in the grin. "Haha, only one piece!" "Damn it." Gretal angrily sat back on the stone beside him.Brodogo picked up the bones again, shook them in his hand and threw them away.Gretal didn't know why he could hardly win a game against Brodogo all the time, it was really abnormal.

The word "abnormal" no longer seems to have any meaning in Gretal's lexicon, although it did not before.He looked up at the red sky in front of him, and the sun in the distance was like a burning fireball, the same color as the sky.Gretar remembered the clear blue sky and warm sun, and the green hills and valleys of his childhood.He has swum in the deep and cool lakes and rivers.He was so ignorant and happy at that time, he had no idea that water would become so precious in the later days.Water is the source of life.Today, the orcs regard the unpolluted water as a treasure, and seal it in barrels for emergency use.

Gretal brought his thoughts back to the present, stood up, and kicked the ground in front of him casually.The red dust in front of his eyes rose up, making his lips feel dry, so he picked up his water bag and took a small sip.His green skin was dulled by the dust, but it accentuated his black hair.Except for this only color, the whole continent seems to be completely swallowed by red, like soaked in blood. The whole world is so abnormal. In fact, the most abnormal thing is that he and Brodogo were asked to stay here, allowing them to play that boring game here to waste time.He looked up at the towering arches ahead and the radiant energy that filled them.That is the door of darkness, a strange door that can transport people to another world.Although he and members of his clan have never experienced teleportation, he has seen great Horde warriors pass through the gate, fighting for glory against humans and their allies.Though a few orcs had returned with updates from the Horde since then, no one had passed through that gate recently.Not a word, no scouts, nothing.

Suddenly, Gretar felt that there seemed to be something strange about the Dark Portal.He frowned, not caring that Brodogo next to him was still throwing his bones there.He walked a few steps, and the hair on his body felt a slight tingling sensation. "Gretal? It's your turn, what are you doing?" He ignored Brodogo, but squatted halfway, continuing to observe the surging energy wave.What happened in that weird world? The undulating light curtain in the portal of darkness became more transparent.As if trying to see through the muddy water, Gretar focused on the light curtain.Suddenly, he took a deep breath and staggered back a few steps.

He couldn't believe his eyes.Behind that light curtain, he saw a brutal battle. "What?" Brodogo gasped heavily as he stood beside him, not remembering the game that was still going on just now.The two just stood there watching stupidly until Gretar regained consciousness.He yelled at Brodogo: "Go, tell them what happened here!" "Okay, I'll go find the commander." Although Brodogo said so, he was still looking at the light curtain motionless. "No." Gretal said briefly.He knew their commander wasn't going to handle what was coming very well, but another orc might. "Go to Ner'zhul! He will know what to do."

Brodogo nodded, turned around and started running, looking back at the portal of darkness in the distance from time to time.Gretar heard him leave, but his eyes were still fixed on the blurred and fierce battle in front of him.He could see many orcs, and some of them seemed to be familiar to him.Those orcs are up against a strange creature.These creatures are much smaller than orcs, but they wear heavy armor.Gretar remembered that these creatures were the so-called "human beings".These humans were agile and their numbers were comparable to the swarm, they surrounded the orcs and defeated them one by one.Why did their orc legion fail?Where did Doomhammer go?Gretar looked for a long time, but still did not find their chief.What the hell happened in that world?

While he was still staring at the portal of darkness, he seemed to hear the sound of someone approaching.Gretal forced himself not to look at the portal, but turned his head away, so he saw Brodog came back with the other two.One of them was so tall and strong, much stronger than any orc, and his small greedy eyes were very bright at this moment.The orc who accompanied the ogre mage led the crowd straight to the Dark Portal. Despite his graying hair and wrinkled features, Ner'zhul, leader of the Shadowmoon clan, is still considered one of the most powerful shamans in history.He was still very muscular, and his brown eyes were as sharp as ever.He stared at the portal, watching the disaster that clearly appeared behind the light curtain.

"Then, this is a battle." Ner'zhul seemed to be talking to himself. "And it was a battle the Horde lost," Gretar thought to himself. Ner'zhul began to ask, "How long has this battle lasted—" Suddenly, the space in the arch seemed to be moved, and a vortex formed at its entrance.As if floating out of the water, a hand pierced the light curtain, and light and shadow reflected each other on the green skin.A head, then a whole body, and thus an orc passed through the Dark Portal.Although his eyes looked so wild, but he was still clutching his tomahawk, stumbling over.He passed them without even looking at Ner'zhul and the others.

After him, hundreds of orcs passed through the portal and came running as hard as they could.Gretal found some ogres in the crowd, as well as some figures with hoods and cloaks, who looked slightly thinner than the orcs.Gretar's eyes finally fell on a soldier.He was much taller than a full-grown orc, and Gretar decided he had some ogre blood in him.He didn't run aimlessly like other orcs, but rode a black war wolf towards a specific goal. An orc thought he was standing in the middle of the road, so he pushed the warrior away and shouted at him, "Bastard, don't get in the way!" Even so, the warrior just shook his head, unwilling to be caught by someone at this critical moment. make fun of.But the war wolf on his crotch started to growl at the orc, so he had to wave his hand to signal his mount to stop.The wolf fell obediently, and then its master patted its head with one of his huge hands.

Ner'zhul asked loudly, "What happened?" He pointed to one of the hooded men and said, "What kind of orc are you? Why are you covering your face? Come here!" The figure stopped, then shrugged, walked towards Ner'zhul, and said in a cold and slightly mocking tone: "As you wish." Although the earth was still so hot and dry and lifeless, Grai Tal still shuddered at the shuddering sound of his voice. He raised his chainmailed right hand and pushed back the hood.Seeing his face, Gretal couldn't help screaming out of shock.His looks might have been normal once, but not anymore.His skin was a pale dark green and split where his ears met his jaw, and a glistening stream of secretions ran down his face.His broken dark purple lips sunk deep into his skull, forming an eerie smile.Wisdom and malevolence can be seen in his eyes.

It was clearly a dead body. Even Ner'zhul couldn't help taking a few steps back.He quickly regained his senses, and asked with a slightly trembling voice: "Who are you—what is it? Also, what do you want to do?" The living dead laughed secretly at the shaman's embarrassment, and replied briefly: "Don't you remember me? I am Tyrone Gorefiend." "That's impossible! He's already dead, killed by the Doomhammer like the rest of the Shadow Council." The Gorefiend admitted: "I am dead, but not incurable. Your former apprentice, Gul'dan, has found a way to bring us back to life, albeit in this rotting form." He Shrugging, Gretar could even hear the creaking of lifeless flesh and blood. "But that's enough." "Gul'dan?" The old shaman seemed quite shocked by this fact, compared to seeing a talking and walking corpse with his own eyes, it was nothing. "Your master is still alive? Then you should go back to him. When you were alive, you turned your back on my traditions and the shaman, and chose to follow in his footsteps and become a warlock. Now, although you are dead, But you are still serving him." Talon Gorefiend shook his head. "Gul'dan is dead, and that's a good thing for us. He betrayed us, took half the Horde when it mattered most, and forced Doomhammer to abandon his campaign against a human city and go instead. Pursue him. That traitor has cost us the whole war." "We... lost?" Ner'zhul stammered. "But...how is that possible? The Horde is so powerful, and Doomhammer can't let us lose this war." The Gorefiend agreed, "Yes, he fought before, but his strength was not enough to save the situation. Although he killed the leader of the humans, he was defeated in the end." Ner'zhul could not believe this fact.He turned to look at the orcs and ogres who had passed through the portal before, and were still panting, covered in blood.He took a deep breath, straightened himself, and turned to the ogre who had come with him. "Duntag—call the other chieftains. Let them gather here with arms and armor as soon as possible, and we—" Suddenly, an energy wave rushed over from the portal of darkness without warning, knocking everyone to the ground.Gretal breathed heavily.A hurricane came and he tripped again.A second, more violent energy wave exploded in front of the orcs.Many boulders were kicked up by this energy and flew past the crowd.The light curtain in the distance flickered and became no longer transparent. "NO!!!" Ner'zhul rushed towards the Dark Portal.Ner'zhul was still a few steps away from the curtain of light as it flickered, shrank, congealed, and finally exploded.Stones and dust burst from the arch.Ner'zhul was thrown into the air like an old bone, and then hit the ground hard.With a roar, Duntag rushed to his master's side, lifting Ner'zhul up like nothing.The old shaman lay powerlessly in his arms, his head was hanging in the air, his eyes were closed tightly, and a trail of blood flowed from his right side.The energy screeched like the howling of an angry ancient spirit.Those rays of light came and went quickly.In an instant, the entire light curtain completely disappeared, leaving only the stone arch standing there. The Dark Portal was thus severed from Azeroth. Gretar looked at the stone arch and the Horde warriors who had escaped from the portal.After that, he looked towards Duntag.He saw the old Ner'zhul being gently grasped by the ogres as if in a baby. In the name of the ancestors... what should they do now?