Hellfire Fortress, this is a super large orc fortress standing on the Hellfire Peninsula.
Viewed 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 has been stripped of all life and is dry and barren. It has been infected by evil energy, causing the soil on the ground to turn into a strange dark red.
, this land is rapidly becoming desertified, and the water sources have completely dried up. Except for some mutated and ferocious creatures, no life can survive here.
But this was not the case in Hellfire Peninsula 10 years ago. At that time, it was still called Nataan Jungle. It was one of the areas with the highest forest coverage in the world of Draenor and was also the ancestral land of the Bleeding Ring Orcs.
Unfortunately, the crazy tribe under the leadership of Blackhand cut down all the trees in the jungle and built Hellfire Fortress in the canyon to station troops and manufacture war weapons.
After Blackhand led the tribe's soldiers across the Dark Portal, Hellfire Peninsula became a place to exile some clans who did not obey orders very much. After drinking too much demon blood, they became violent and disobedient. War Song, Thunder King
And the Shattered Hand clan lives here. In the past few years, they were driven by the rage surging in their hearts and attacked each other, turning this ghost place into the most cruel and chaotic battlefield.
However, after the failure of the expedition to Azeroth, many orcs fled back to Draenor. The news brought back by the defeated troops shocked the orc chiefs still stationed here. They knew very well how powerful the advance army was.
, but such a powerful force was defeated by the so-called "alliance", which made the chiefs feel threatened, so the chaotic war that lasted for several years temporarily stopped.
The Hellfire Peninsula has been very quiet in the past few days. Except for the orcs who are out hunting, there are almost no other soldiers walking outside the fortress. The chiefs who were previously regarded as enemies are in frequent contact, and there is a hint of conspiracy here.
A huge black fortress appeared in the sky.
"哐"
The iron door wrapped with rough chains and ferocious decorations was pushed open, and a tall figure walked into the chief's hall from the dark passage. His upper body was naked, but his muscular green body was covered with various wounds.
, the orc's iconic square face is dotted with a pair of violent and crazy eyes, and his black hair is spread over his shoulders.
While the orc chief was walking, the black, saw-toothed scimitar-like fist blade fixed on his left arm reflected a dark and deadly light in the dancing firelight, and the blade glowed with an abnormal green color.
Obviously, this thing is poisoned.
This chief's name is Kargas Blade Fist. His original clan has been destroyed in the chaos of the past few years. He was thrown into the arena organized by the ogres as a slave earlier.
, that is what happened in the Hanging Fort on the far border of the Nagrand Grassland. In short, Kargas persisted in the cruel abuse of the ogres, and launched a rare slave resistance.
He cut off his left arm and fought his way out of the arena, dotting his escape with blood. The orc gladiators who followed him to escape were conquered by Kargas' fury, and they offered ferocious fists to Kargas.
Blade, and made him their chief, so the Shattered Hand Clan, the most vicious and craziest of all clans, full of abuse and pathological massacres, was established.
"Kagas, you're late!"
When Chief Blade Fist walked into the hall, a deep voice sounded. Kargas turned his head and saw another orc chief sitting directly above the hall. He looked no different from other chiefs, with green skin.
His muscles are bulging, he wears armor made of animal skins, he has red eyeballs, and his black hair is tied into a braid on the back of 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 of the three clans in Hellfire Fortress. This guy has a giant ax decorated with beast bones in his hand.
, when seeing this blood-stained weapon, even the ferocious Kargas could not help but shrink his eyes.
"Hellscream, why did you come to me?"
Kagash Shiran sat on the chair opposite Grom. He stretched out his fingers to rub his chin, moved his shoulders, and asked loudly: "Are you going to surrender to the Broken Hand clan?"
"Chop suey!"
Grom snorted disdainfully from his nostrils, and his fingers danced on the handle of the battle ax named "Blood Roar". As the first orc chief to drink the blood of demons, Hellscream came from that demon.
The power obtained from the blood is extraordinary, and what is even more rare is that the chief used his own will to suppress the riot of demon blood.
On the battlefield, the crazy Hell Roar will become the most troublesome war weapon for the enemy. At the strategic level, his overall view and command ability have also allowed the Warsong clan to not only not die out, but also absorb it in several years of chaos.
With more power, it became the most powerful force in Hellfire Fortress, forcing the Broken Hand Clan to join forces with the Thunder King Clan in order to be able to hold off the crazy warriors of the Warsong Clan.
"Trash that only hides in the dark has so little wisdom."
Hellscream mocked Kargas unabashedly, but after a moment, a dignified look flashed in his dark red eyes, and he waved his hand:
"I didn't come to you today to fight. Something happened. I think I should tell you and then we can come up with an idea together."
The change in Grom's attitude stunned Kargas, who was already irritated. After seeing the seriousness on Hellscream's face, Chief Bladefist took a deep breath to calm down.
Although he hated Grom Hellscream's arrogance, he had to admit his war wisdom. If he also felt that something was difficult, it would definitely be a very troublesome matter.
After the two chiefs sat in the hall and waited for a few minutes, the last belated guest walked into the hall surrounded by guards.
It was a tall orc wearing a wolfskin coat, Fenris. His dress was very similar to that of the Frostwolf clan in Frostfire Ridge. In fact, Fenris was originally from the Frostwolf clan. He was the same as the Frostwolf clan who died in Azeroth.
Wolf Chief Durotan is a brother. Unfortunately, very early on, Fenris defected from the Frostwolf Clan and formed the more aggressive Thunder King Clan.
There are rumors that Fenris murdered his father, the previous Frostwolf Chief Garad, but there is no evidence to prove this.
This is a cunning and unpopular guy, but the wolf cavalry of the Thunder King Clan is very powerful, even giving Grom Hellscream a headache. It is precisely because of this that the Thunder King Clan of Fenris also occupies a position in Hellfire Fortress.
Take your own place.
"Ahem, everyone is here."
Grom stood up from his chair. This orc chief was unexpectedly tall, even taller than Orgrim and Blackhand. This is a blood inheritance from the Hellscream family, living in the Nagrand grassland.
The Warsong clan is known as the "Giant Killers", and their strength and combat skills are among the best in Draenor.
"I'll just tell you the truth. Two days ago, I received a letter..."
Grom waved his hand, and a Warsong Orc walked into the hall with an animal skin 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?"
Kargas also made a confused sound:
"Isn't that old guy still dead? Didn't it mean that he lost his prophecy ability and was therefore exiled by the Shadowmoon Clan?"
"Old men always live longer, I hate these old thieves!"
Kargas handed the letter to Fenris, who waved his hand without looking at it. The chief of the Thunder King clan raised his head and looked at Grom:
"Hellscream, if it was just a letter, you wouldn't need to go to war like this."
"This letter was originally a joke to me."
Grom rubbed his cheek: "But out of some sudden interest, I sent a warrior to ride a flying dragon to Shadowmoon Valley to see Mr. Nerozhu and see what he wanted to do.
What, it turns out that this warrior brought me bad news."
Hellscream raised his head, looked at the two chiefs in front of him, and said softly:
"The Shadowmoon clan is finished..."
"What?"
Fenris's eyes widened, and he subconsciously retorted:
"After Gul'dan destroyed that place, those Shadowmoon orcs retreated into their Fortress of Pain. Even the former Blackhand couldn't break through that damn place..."
"But my warrior saw it with his own eyes!"
This rebuttal made Grom unhappy, and he shouted loudly:
"He clearly saw everything on the ground from the sky. The strange black knights rushed into the Fortress of Pain and killed the Shadowmoon orcs who were caught off guard. The blood was almost covered with the fortress. Only those who knelt down to beg for mercy.
In order to survive, the rune magic that the Shadowmoon clan relies on for survival is of no use to them...The most important thing is, you might as well guess who is commanding those weird black knights?"
"Ner'zhul?"
Kargas whispered, Hellscream nodded, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes:
"You and I have both come from the past. We all know how lofty and powerful the Shadowmoon Clan was in the past. Although after the rise of warlock magic, the Shadowmoon Clan took the initiative to close their contact with us, but
Their power is still strong and their numbers are large. Ner'zhul has used blood and death to reintegrate the Shadowmoon clan..."
He glanced at the two chiefs in front of him:
"In addition to Warsong, Thunder King and Shattered Hand, the fourth largest clan in Draenor has now appeared. It is not an accident that Ner'zhul sent this letter. He must be planning something after his drastic change in temperament. What's more important
The thing is, he made it very clear in his letter... He plans to save the world in his own way, what do you think about this?"
"This world is hopeless!"
Chief Fenris whispered:
"It is getting weaker every day. Earthquakes occur frequently. The plains of Falanlon are collapsing. The beasts of Gorgrond are going crazy. The remnants of the arakkoa in the Arak Peaks also have a premonition that the end is coming. This problem
We discussed it seven years ago."
"But if it's Ner'zhul..."
Kargas held his chin with his remaining hand, and a glimmer of light flashed in his cruel eyes: "That was one of the most powerful shamans in the old times. If he said there was a way, maybe it was true...
"
"That's the problem, guys."
Grom opened his hands, and he let out a long sigh. For the first time, he used "brothers" to describe Kargas and Fenris in front of him. This unfamiliar word made Grom's voice pause for a moment, and also made the two
The chief raised his head at the same time:
"The Dark Portal has been closed. We cannot open it. This has cut off the possibility of us rushing into Azeroth again. If we don't want to be buried with this world in such a hazy state, Ner'zhul, who seems to be talking in his sleep, will
It has become our only hope, so I think it is necessary for us to go to Shadowmoon Valley to take a look!"
"If what he said is true, we will try our best to help him!"
Hellscream clenched his fists, his eyes shining with magic blood: "That is the only way we can go, not only for ourselves, but also for our families..."
"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 in Draenor are no longer enough to support any more clans...Will you allow the fourth big clan to appear again? Speaking of which, since everyone is gathered here today, I
Just tell me what you think."
"Blackhand and Orgrim's vanguard have failed, and the invasion of Azeroth has become a failure. This is bad, but it also means that we no longer need to guard the hellfire peninsula. It's solved.
After what happened with Ner'zhul, I suggest that everyone return to their respective tribes."
Hellscream clenched his fists:
"The Warsong clan returns to Nagrand, and the Thunder King clan returns to Gorgrond and Frostfire Ridge. As for Shattered Hands... the arakkoa in Arak Peaks are not difficult to deal with, and the resources there are enough for you to survive. In this world
Our supplies are almost exhausted, we can no longer fight among ourselves... What do you think of my proposal?"
"Not so good!"
Fenris snorted, his fingers touching the sword at his waist, he raised his head and looked at Grom and Kargath:
"If we go back like this, those irrational soldiers who have been tortured by the devil's blood will not be willing to live a peaceful life. Why don't we join forces to break the ogre's knife tower fortress before returning, and bring the exiled ogres to the ground?"
Divide the supplies stored by the demons and deal with the craziest warriors, which will also make everyone's life better in the future."
"Killing ogres?"
The corners of Kargath's mouth curved in a dangerous arc: "I like this proposal! I even started to like you, Fenris, you vicious bastard."
"Then let's do it! Let the soldiers assemble."
Grom made the final decision: "Let's go to Shadowmoon Valley first to see what Ner'zhul has in mind!"
