The dark green wilderness under the gray sky was lifeless, and I vaguely felt that I was once again leading a large army towards some goal.

This feeling seems a bit familiar. I habitually look at my right palm with thick joints, which is a big hand with brown skin.

Am I not an orc this time? I vaguely came up with this idea. But when I looked to the left and right, I saw that I was surrounded by brown-skinned orcs that I had never seen before.

So do orcs have different skin colors? I rubbed my hands in confusion. The brown skin was a little dry, flaky, and itchy. But this absent-minded rubbing of my hands brought me a new mystery. I noticed the new skin under the dead skin.

Glowing light green.

Is this how orcs change from brown to green?

It suddenly occurred to me that one of my friends seemed to have said that the power of demons makes orcs crave killing and war. Is this related to the change in skin color?

I thought about it for a long time, and my head hurt and I couldn't remember who the friend was. I had to turn my attention to the march in front of me. The army under my command was high-spirited and large, and seemed to be able to eat any enemy that stood in front of them.

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At this time, an orc warlock with a long black beard next to me looked at me. His red robe showed his identity as a warlock. He said respectfully: "Dear teacher, the building built against the mountain in front is

The Temple of Karabo."

"Very good, Tarongor." I said with satisfaction, but I didn't know what I was talking about: "Today we will conquer the Temple of Karabor! Then we will directly attack Shattrath City, the draenei's home base!"

What are the draenei? As soon as I had this question, relevant knowledge came to mind. The draenei are another large race in the world of Draenor. Their biggest appearance features are blue skin and hoof-shaped hind legs.

The war between the orcs and the draenei has been going on for several years. The draenei side has been retreating steadily. Currently, only two strongholds are left, Karabor Temple and Shattrath City.

And now we must completely defeat our opponent!

The vague knowledge that kept popping up in my mind told me that the Temple of Karabor is located in the east of Shadowmoon Valley, right next to the former residence of the Shadowmoon Clan where I am. So the team led by Tarongor and I arrived at the destination first.

, we set up camp first and waited for other clans to join us.

Soon an army of one-armed orcs rushed to help. Their left arms were all broken off at the elbow, and replaced with a sharp long knife welded on. This was the Shattered Hand clan from the Arak Peaks, headed by

The strong, pale-skinned orc is their chieftain, Kargath Bladefist.

The Blackrock Clan from Gorgrond followed. They were led by the tribe’s first warchief, Blackhand the Destroyer, and his deputy Orgrim Doomhammer Kargath, Taron Gor and Orgrim.

Grimm was a rare strong man among the orcs, but they seemed a little smaller in front of Blackhand. Blackhand's muscles were all bulging, and he walked with a very powerful pace.

The Frostwolf Orcs from the distant Frostfire Ridge have also arrived. The leader wearing a white wolf skin is none other than Chief Durotan, the father of the future Thrall.

"War Song, Blood Circle, White Claw, Thunder God and other clans haven't arrived yet." I reported to the war chief Blackhand, who was the nominal commander-in-chief of the war.

"We won't wait for them!" Blackhand shouted from above and delivered a pre-war mobilization speech: "We will soon destroy their capital, but before crushing Shattrath, we must crush the faith of their race! So!

We are here to raid this place, smash their statues, destroy anything meaningful to them, kill their leaders, and destroy their spirit! They will be helpless and lose their courage!"

"Okay!" Thousands of orcs raised their arms and shouted.

But I was keenly aware that Durotan had a look of intolerance on his face, while his friend Orgrim had a solemn look on his face. I didn't know whether he agreed or opposed it.

So Orgrim, the secretive guy, will kill the Black Hand and replace him! This thought suddenly flashed through my mind, and I almost scared myself.

But before I could figure out where this idea came from, the surrounding environment suddenly changed. The volcano behind our army suddenly erupted, and in an instant, the sky was filled with flames and lava rolled in.

Fortunately, Chief Blackhand responded quickly. Although he has a reckless personality, he is still a leader who is good at running the army. He gave us the order immediately:

"Gul'dan, lead your warlock troops against the lava!"

"As you wish, respected warchief!" I took a few steps forward, Tarongor and other warlocks followed closely behind me. We began to chant spells, trying to use evil power to fight against natural disasters.

But we were wrong, this was not a natural disaster! Just when we resisted the first wave of lava, the lava condensed into a huge body in the center of the volcano, and finally turned into a lava monster that was twenty meters high. That monster

He opened his mouth and said: "I am Senluken, the King of Fire. Insignificant orcs, your desecration of this land ends here! Let it be wiped out in ashes!"

He unleashed his anger crazily. As soon as he raised his hand, multiple flame storms broke through the ground and roared out. When he raised his hand, several pyroblasts exploded among the orc troops, causing considerable casualties.

"This is the elemental lord!" A man stood up from the Frostwolf camp, it was the former old shaman Drek'Thar. He shouted angrily: "Our evil magic has angered the elements, and we are actually fighting against the elements.

The spirit is the enemy!”

"Shut up, old man!" Chief Kargas of the Shattered Hand stared at him fiercely, waved his sword and threatened: "If you continue to confuse people with your monstrous words, I will kill you with one strike!"

I clearly noticed that some people in the warlock army were shaken. Kargath could not understand Drek'Thar's feelings, but the shamans could understand them. These shamans had lived with the elemental spirits day and night, and they were Draenor's

Those who know the elements best and are closest to them naturally do not want to be enemies of the elements.

But if the warlock army disintegrates from within, the entire army will be destroyed. I knew I had to stand up to boost morale, so I shouted: "This guy is a twisted and evil element. We must destroy him and maintain the balance of Draenor."

!”

Tarongor was quite clever and immediately echoed: "For the Horde! For Draenor!"

"For the Horde! For Draenor!" Several warlocks immediately shouted, but unfortunately the shouts were still sparse.

Still need a fire! These wavering guys need a fire to cheer up! I just tried to say something, but someone lit the fire for me.

A loud shout pierced the sky, impassioned war songs rang out in the distance, and the figure of the wolf cavalry appeared at the foot of the mountain! They were the invincible warriors across the Nagrand grasslands, the warriors who could suppress the ogres head-on - the Warsong Clan!

The Warsong clan, known for its fanatical and militant nature, had just rushed to help and threw themselves into the battle with the elements without hesitation. An orc with a shawl and black hair and holding a weird big ax charged forward, it was Grom, the Warsong chief.

.Hell roar! He slapped the warg's waist fiercely, and when he saw that he was about to charge to the top of the mountain, he changed from a riding position to standing on the wolf's back. The broad back actually arched into an arc, seeming to accumulate infinite power. Then
Chapter completed!