Chapter 73: Handsome Wu Appears
The land of Draenor is decaying, and no normal plants can grow.
There was a turbid wind blowing in the sky, which was suffocating.
Without plants, herbivores cannot be kept alive, and carnivorous animals that are naturally at the top of the food chain cannot survive.
The stars in the sky were crumbling, the sun was dimmed in the thick dust cloud, and everything seemed lifeless.
The wind on the ground suddenly stopped, and the melodious and vigorous sound of horns echoed in the air.
The wind stopped, and the dust that was originally flying with the strong wind also settled down one after another. It can be seen that on the ground, huge figures are moving towards the same goal.
There are huge wargs of various colors, but more are huge humanoid figures with green skin. They are generally more than 2 meters tall, with explosive bulging muscles all over their bodies. Even the slightly slender female among them has the burly figure of a human warrior.
They carried all kinds of weapons and gathered proudly towards the place where the horn sounded.
The heavy soles of their feet stepped on the ground, and even the solid ground made a slight cracking sound of "crack, crack!" when they were trampled by them.
The earth is cracking every inch of it, and there is no trace of nutrient soil, stepping on it, every step is like the sound of death approaching.
A huge bolt of lightning seemed to split the sky, and the remaining visual cracks were printed on the retinas of these burly warriors. A giant with a reddish complexion raised his head in astonishment. He saw that in the gloomy sky, the mud-like clouds were slowly flowing towards the target.
"This is……"
"Drotan, don't look at it, it must be Gul'dan's spell."
Durotan opened his eyes, and a nearly straight tornado was reflected in the pure blue pupils, as if the energy of the entire Draenor world was converging there.
As the chief of the orc Frostwolf clan, the young Durotan had an extremely strong body. On that strong body like a hill, there were all the most typical orc-style ornaments.
Two large braids are well combed and hang down the chest. On the two arms, which are thicker than the legs of a cow, each is bound with a circle of large and small animal teeth decorations. Around the waist is a white animal skin belt thick enough to cover the entire belly.
Durotan was holding a huge ax that was half the size of the door of a human house, and beside him was walking slowly his favorite white warg. It was a monster as big as a buffalo and weighed at least 400 kilograms. .
Durotan squirmed his mouth, and the two protruding fangs in his jaw made a crisp metallic sound as they were pierced with decorative iron rings.
"Orgrim, I always feel that the destruction of the world has something to do with Gul'dan."
Durotan's friend, Orgrim Doomhammer, who will become the great chief of the entire orc tribe in the near future, turned his head sideways: "I don't think one orc can destroy a world."
Orgrim's body was not as burly as Durotan's, just looking at his body size, he was half a size smaller. But if any orc ignores the square-headed hammer in his hand, which is larger than the torso of most orcs, he will definitely pay a heavy price for it.
Orgrim's body is also covered with various orc-like ornaments. The fangs hanging on his body are not only a decoration, but also a symbol of his bravery. Only the orc warriors who slay ferocious monsters independently can break off the monster's fangs and hang them on themselves.
In this regard, Orgrim is not inferior to Durotan.
They are both famous warriors among the orcs!
As he got closer to his destination, Durotan saw more and more orcs.
These elite warriors from various clans of the tribe either slapped their chests or howled to the sky, showing their bravery in various ways, and naturally wrestled with those who disliked them in a slightly exaggerated way. into a ball. The entire gathering place is like a huge arena.
"Ah, the Warsong Clan, the Blackrock Clan, the Shadowmoon Clan, the Broken Palm Clan...almost all the big clans are here."
Orgrim interface: "Of course, the world is dying. We don't want to follow the world, so we can only respond to the call of the Blackhand chief and Gul'dan."
While the two were talking, many orcs saw Durotan.
The pupils of many orcs shrank suddenly, and the crowd full of fighting spirit became commotion. The gathered orc warriors separated, like splashes being blown away, or like a receding tide. The orc warriors made way for the two warriors wearing tusk-covered ornaments.
At this time, a taller and burly figure appeared on a rough wooden platform not far away. It was a huge orc wrapped in heavy iron armor, and the huge war hammer full of dry blood sacrifices showed his bravery.
A face of iron and blood seemed to tell other orcs that he also had a heart of steel.
When he appeared, his aura was like a huge battle axe, forcibly splitting through the rebellious orc crowd, and those who stepped back a few steps would be suffocated by the bloody killing atmosphere. The chest that was retracted due to exhalation hardly had the courage to spring up again.
"Oh, members of the Frostwolf Clan, go to the south and find a place by yourself." Among the tribe at this moment, the only one who could overwhelm the heroic Frostwolf Chieftain was the Great Chief Black Hand nicknamed 'The Destroyer'.
As for the warchief, Durotan and Orgrim punched his left chest at the same time as a show of respect. But the black hand looked at Durotan more, and left.
After the Frostwolf Clan settled down a bit, an hour passed, and in front of the huge stone gate hundreds of meters high in the gathering place, the call for assembly sounded.
"Wooooooooooohoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-woo--" the long trumpet sound seemed to come from a long, long time ago, as if announcing that the world called Draenor by the Draenei was about to die, and it seemed to be blowing a The clarion call to a new war!
Most of the orcs didn't think much of it, they only knew that Gul'dan was summoning the orcs in the name of the Great Chief Blackhand.
The tide of orcs, mainly green, flocked to the vast open space in front of the huge door. The extremely burly figure easily squeezed the open space.
Orcs with weaker bodies can't even get close to the gate. Those who lack strength and physical strength will be naturally excluded to the outermost circle.
On the huge stone steps in front of the door, which was tens of meters above the ground, a hunchbacked orc in a black burqa walked slowly into the sight of tens of thousands of orcs, leaning on a staff with a skull. There are even a few huge bone spurs protruding from his back, and several dry skulls are stuck on it.
His stature is not huge, but no orc will ignore his existence.
He just surpassed his mentor Ner'zhul, and now the orcs dominate in a substantial sense-Gul'dan!