Before the Dark Portal opened, the Desolate Land was filled with dense primeval forests, home to a large number of animals and plants, and the largest settlement of forest trolls in the Eastern Kingdom.
After the Dark Portal opened, with the help of the forest trolls, the orcs used the desolate land as a logistics base.
In order to support the long-term war, the orcs cut down a large amount of wood, killed all edible animals, polluted the water source, and ate up the forest trolls as food.
Finally, Gul'dan's warlocks used demonic magic to scorch the earth, turning it into what it is today, a desolate and barren land.
The two most powerful orcs in the world, for the benefit of the forces behind the scenes, launched an earth-shattering battle in the deserted land. The deserted land trembled, like a barren land, heavy rain poured down, and floods surged into the sky.
In the barren land, at the Uldaman excavation site, miners hid in damp caves and secretly watched the battle in the sky. Among the miners were strong dwarves, as well as dirty cavemen and kobolds.
"Wow, wow, look, that's my idol Thrall, he once shattered the Pantheon with one punch." A dwarf said exaggeratedly.
"Warchief Garrosh is the strongest." The caveman retorted with a loud voice: "Garrosh once defeated the Lord of the Void."
A kobold said listlessly: "Everyone, don't you know that we may die at any time?"
The water level is gradually rising, and the turbid floods may flood the cave at any time.
The miners were silent. When they were about to die at any time, everyone finally gave up their disguise.
"Damn it, Thrall is a despicable bastard, he is more shameless than the filthiest goblin." The dwarf spat.
"Garrosh is the stinking rat in the mines. I want to tear him into pieces." The caveman muttered dissatisfiedly.
When people are about to die, they also speak kindly. For these ordinary miners, they can only express some opinions about the big shots before they die.
The battle that lasted for many days attracted the attention of all races in Azeroth. The Bronzebeard King of Ironforge turned pale and locked himself in a secret room, holding the Titan relic tightly in his hand.
The Desolate Land was too close to Ironforge, and King Bronzebeard was worried that Ironforge would be affected. Although the Titan relics were powerful, he was not sure of defeating the two World Destroyers.
In Stormwind City, King Varian ordered his guards to pack their luggage. A large ship was always ready at the port, and they would flee for their lives if there was any trouble.
In a world-destroying battle, the power of mortals is so insignificant.
The continuous war in the Desolate Land soon spread to the ears of the people of Stormwind City. People speculated about what terrible existence was fighting Thrall and Garrosh. The people had full confidence in Thrall and Garrosh and firmly believed that they could fight again.
Save the world.
But there are also some smart people who are prepared to escape from Stormwind City early.
Every day, carriages filled with furniture hurried out of Stormwind City. The people laughed at the ignorance of the escapees, but as the number of escapees increased, panic gradually arose.
King Varian immediately ordered that Stormwind City be sealed off, with only entry and no exit allowed.
This order aggravated the spread of panic, and countless rumors spread among the people. In order to stabilize people's hearts, Varian had to stand up and give a speech in person, claiming that Stormwind City was safe, and that the savior Thrall and the warchief Garrosh would definitely be able to
Defeat the enemy.
Unfortunately, the king's lie could not last long, as more and more people realized that there was no enemy at all, this was just a civil war between two orcs.
Once one side wins, Stormwind City is likely to be destroyed.
In order to escape from Stormwind City, the people came up with all kinds of incredible methods. As the Stormwind City defense army began to join the fleeing queue, Varian was unable to stop them.
In the end, more than half of the people fled, and the remaining people were die-hard loyalists to Thrall and Garrosh. They did not believe that the benevolent orcs would massacre humans.
The battle between Garrosh and Thrall lasted for more than half a month. The two of them were sleepless like war machines. One morning, both of them chose a truce at the same time.
"Why are you so obsessed with Azeroth?" Thrall asked expressionlessly.
"I have a reason to win." Garrosh replied: "What about you?"
"Like you, I also have the reasons why I must win." Sal's expression was calm.
"You have been defeated." Garrosh said slowly: "You relied on forcibly enslaving the water elements to condense them into pure water. After so many days, the seals of the water elements have already been loosened."
Thrall smiled slightly and said: "How long can you hold on? You fight by combining flesh and blood with elements. Although the elements are endless, your body is on the verge of collapse."
Both sides fell into silence.
Robbie on the side had already noticed that the two men's demeanor and expressions were completely different from usual.
According to Robbie's observation, after many days of fighting, Thrall and Garrosh's consciousnesses were exhausted and fell into coma. The people behind the scenes secretly controlled their bodies.
Sal smiled slightly and said: "Since neither of us is sure of victory, why not make a temporary truce to avoid being benefited by others? What do you think?"
Garrosh said calmly: "Just what I want. I want to go to Stormwind City to replenish the loss of flesh and blood."
Thrall replied calmly: "Yes, Stormwind City has a port. I can use the power of the ocean to repair the seals of the water elements."
The two were worried about each other and had to stay together to supervise each other, so they chose Stormwind City, which is close to the sea.
Varian was horrified when he learned that Thrall and Garrosh were flying to Stormwind City. He hurriedly left Prince Anduin to oversee the country and led his guards to the port.
Unfortunately, Varian miscalculated and was betrayed by his most trusted subordinate. When he arrived at the dock, the ship had already left the port and disappeared between the sky and the sea.
Varian sat slumped on the ground, suddenly devastated.
"What are you worried about?" a voice asked.
Varian looked surprised and followed the sound.
To be able to approach the king with so many guards quietly is obviously not an ordinary person.
Varian saw a tall, middle-aged man with a natural kingly temperament. His short black hair was neat and clean, his beard was cleanly shaved, and his thin face had an eagle-like appearance, giving him a terrifying look.
Feeling of oppression.
"Who are you?" Varian asked in horror.
The middle-aged man smiled, showing his white teeth:
"I am Lord Prestor, you must know my other name, Deathwing."
"Deathwing, is that you?" Varian's thoughts changed sharply. Apart from being a little disrespectful to the black dragon princess Onyxia, he seemed to have not offended the black dragon clan, and he was slightly relieved.
Deathwing in human form bowed gracefully:
"Your Majesty the King, I know the crisis faced by Stormwind City. Stormwind City is no match for those two guys. The Black Dragon Legion is willing to help you defend Stormwind City at a certain price."
"What's the price?" Varian asked hurriedly. In his impression, dragons like gems and other luminous objects, but Deathwing shouldn't be so tacky.
Deathwing stared at Varian with his sharp eyes:
"The Alliance and the Horde are at full-scale war and will destroy the orcs at all costs. The Black Dragon Legion will provide help in secret. Are you willing to agree, King Varian?"