After McDonald left, compared to Earth, time in Azeroth seemed to have pressed the fast-forward button 10 times. In fact, on the day Deathwing jumped into the volcano, the gears of conspiracy started again.
The Dark Portal!
The majestic castle of Nethergarde only existed in the blueprints, and it was still the Alliance expeditionary force led by Turalyon who guarded the cursed land.
It's definitely a chore.
The once fertile land was turned into a barren land by Gul'dan, and there were still remnants of evil energy in some places. It was really life-threatening for ordinary humans to get close to it.
Evil energy is the place of life, taken from life and reborn into an extremely chaotic energy.
A small amount of evil energy is okay, but once it exceeds the size of a fist, it will automatically absorb a person's life force, and many patrols have been tied up to do it.
This means that most of the time it is best for the Paladin to open the way, explore it clearly, and then change the route to a patrol route. After all, even if there is no grass growing in the cursed land, there are still some demon remnants, which are all caused by the warlocks of the Shadow Council.
When you get here, do various summoning experiments to create small wild demons.
This also resulted in poor patrols and guards around the Dark Portal.
No one noticed that a humanoid being wearing black clothes, black armor, and a crown of flames took advantage of the darkness and quietly descended around the Dark Door.
He has a handsome and heroic face, a beard that looks like the word "屮" turned upside down, and arrogance carved into his face.
"Huh? Is this the Dark Portal that my father mentioned? What an interesting toy! It's just that Onyxia is so useless that I had to go there myself."
This person, no, this dragon, is none other than Nefarian, the famous black dragon prince in later generations.
That is to say, today, in order to operate covertly, he did not wear a big gem like a brazier on his head. Otherwise, with his coquettishness, it would definitely be as dazzling as a beacon in the dark night.
Gently pressing the 'claw' that turned into a human hand on the empty 'door panel' in the middle of the Dark Door, he seemed to be opening not the Dark Door, but the coffin board of millions of orcs. If there are sand sculpture players here at this moment, it is inevitable.
Give him a suona version of "Brother Hei Carrying the Coffin".
Unfortunately, when McDonald's left this world, all the players were forcibly ejected from this world. The famous Trident Legion disappeared from the world along with their lord overnight.
The door was not fully opened, but only caused a water-like spatial fluctuation as high as a person's height, easily swallowing Nefarian.
No one knows what the Black Dragon Prince did when he went to the distant world of Draenor.
Time passed, and winter entered the Dark Portal Year 2.
The originally heated war at the Dark Portal came to an end, leaving nothing but chicken feathers on the ground. All countries were like wounded beasts, licking their wounds.
A piece of news spread among the top leaders of the Alliance - Duke Stratholme, who almost single-handedly supported the entire war, has temporarily left this world. It is said that it was arranged by the Bronze Dragon King Nozdormu.
The alliance was almost dragged into the Dragon Clan Civil War, so of course it didn't even dare to let go.
But N kings beat their chests and beat their feet. Only after losing it can they understand the preciousness of what they once had - such a big tycoon, he actually left at the last word, before I had time to collect hundreds of millions of wool!
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Before leaving, McDonald left letters to Bolvar, Lao Taizi, Mograine and other close bosses.
It's one thing to make arrangements, but it's another thing to pluck things out.
Without additional approval from McDonald, who would dare to embezzle money from the Stratholme family treasury to support other countries?
Before leaving, the palace phase changed to the left and right palace phase.
Barthras, Prime Minister of the left palace, Lor'themar Theron, Prime Minister of the right palace.
Barthras is in charge of internal affairs, and Lor'themar is in charge of military industry and logistics. They work according to the five-year plan and keep each other in check. No one can hold back an extra copper coin.
Without the powerful center of Macdonken, the entire Stratholme Territory's operations, although quite satisfactory, lacked spirituality.
This inadvertently gave an orc clan in the Alterac Mountains a chance to breathe.
On a snow-covered mountainside.
"Bang!"
There was a loud noise, and a green-skinned orc used a giant hammer to smash a large hole into the sentry tower that could accommodate twenty people, allowing the orcs to pass through.
An orc held a shield made of an animal head, bark and a wooden board in front of him, and rushed into the guard tower. After a fierce but short duel, the more orcs won.
"Oh oh oh -"
"Lok'Tar!"
Over a hundred orcs roared excitedly. No one expected that they would focus on an overly young orc and praise him with all the stars.
At this time, another group of orcs approached. The leader was the former chief of the Black Scar Clan, Kashdrak. Unexpectedly, his shoulder ornaments and totems on his face were no longer in the style of the Black Scar Clan, but instead
Totem of the Frostwolf.
"Well done, Guy'el! You can't tell at all, you're just a 12-year-old kid."
Go'ir, who has a green face and is young and handsome even among orcs, held his head high: "I am already a qualified warrior."
"I can see that, young master." Kashdrak bowed respectfully.
"Go back first."
"good."
The orcs mounted their white wargs and galloped away.
Along the way, there were orc hunters driving special wargs with broom-like tails tied to their tails, sweeping the floor while running in an S shape, erasing the footprints of the large army. After a gust of wind and snow, no matter how experienced the hunter was, there would be no traces left.
Got off.
They came to a narrow valley that seemed deserted.
Visually, this is a valley less than 40 meters deep, but in reality, there is no way out, but there is a village with hidden willows and flowers. At the end of the valley, there is actually a long and narrow tunnel that can accommodate up to two carriages running in parallel. It is 100 meters long.
At the end of the tunnel, there is a larger valley inside.
This is the settlement of the Frostwolf Clan [Frostwolf Valley].
Due to the very high altitude and the perennial level 10 winds mixed with hail at the top of the valley, this is an absolute blind spot for human reconnaissance.
The Frostwolf clan, accustomed to living in an ice and snow environment, has long taken root here.
Suddenly I heard a greeting.
"Gu'ir, the chief is looking for you."
"good!"
Arriving at the largest wooden house, Goyle and his party saw a burly brown-red skinned orc with only one left arm.
"Father!" Go'ir bowed his head and saluted.
"Child, you are back!"
If Macdonald or the sand sculpture players were here, they would definitely be shocked, because he is actually Durotan, the leader of the Frostwolf clan who was theoretically assassinated by the assassins sent by Gul'dan.
Something is obviously wrong with the world line!
Durotan, who was supposed to be dead, is still alive. Normally, he is only 2 years old this year. Thrall, the famous tribal chief in later generations, is almost 13 years old and now uses his real name [Gu'ir].
"Father, do you want to see me if you have something to do?"
"Yes, there is an important matter related to the survival of all orcs, which must be done by you personally."
"What's up?"
"Sneak into the human world and learn human civilization and knowledge!" Durotan played with a strange bead: "Just use this thing."
