Chapter 74: The Gate of Darkness (Part 1)

His body has become ugly and terrifying due to the erosion of demonic energy, and his claws glow green because of the power from demons used all day long. Different from the typical orc-like bravery of Great Chief Blackhand, his aura is colder and more evil, and he will be oppressed almost out of breath if he gets close.

His eyes radiate an evil red light, and his will dominates the fate of the entire orc tribe.

The staff full of terror suddenly plunged into the solid floor tiles. It was obviously a small sound, but tens of thousands of orcs in the entire square heard a sound at the same time. It was the rumble of the gears of fate turning.

When the world was in ruins, the land lacked food, and the orcs were about to fall into destruction, Gul'dan, as a shaman and orc prophet, responded to the orcs' prayers.

Gul'dan wriggled his mouth full of fangs, and his voice was carried in all directions through evil magic.

"Our world will be destroyed! But the great orcs will not be destroyed!"

His voice had a strange echo, like the pulsation of the whole world.

His every word is strong and powerful, revealing absolute confidence.

His words struck every orc's heart like a forging hammer hitting an iron tool, driving their powerful hearts to spurt out more passionate blood, resonating with his words, and boiling with his words.

"Oh oh oh oh——" Countless orcs raised the weapons in their hands, and the heroic desolation from the ancient times made the orcs let out a roar that shook the sky, and responded to Gul'dan with a rumbling sound.

Gul'dan turned half sideways, pointing to the gate behind him with his free left finger. This portal, which will become a legend in the future, is shaped like a temple gate. It looks solemn and mysterious. The bony and slender fingers pointed, and the huge and hollow stone door suddenly changed.

A wave of green energy visible to the naked eye swayed like ripples through the giant stone gate. In the green light, the orcs saw the scenery of the opposite world from a blurred phantom—different from the dark red that was about to be destroyed, it was clear The blue sky, the flowing white clouds, and the green trees that the orcs have longed for.

The orcs' breathing suddenly became heavy.

"This door to a new world is about to open! Behind the door, there are only a few weak races, their strength is like our children! Their fragile bodies are not as good as our women! Go! Conquer them! Slaughter them! With our axes stained with the blood of the enemy - with our valor, to strike a new sky for the Horde!"

Infected by the blood of the devil, most of the orcs have already become extremely warlike and crazy. And the battle to defeat the draenei made the orc's self-confidence reach an unprecedented peak.

"Oh oh oh--"

The sky-shattering shouts and drum-shaking air waves are enough to overturn the entire sky.

Following the pointing of Gul'dan's finger, the tribal warriors who had already been screened raised their weapons high and walked towards the huge gate of darkness with steps that would shake the ground, turning into a green torrent!

Watching this scene, Durotan turned his head to his old friend Orgrim: "I suddenly remembered our war with the Draenei."

"So what? Shattrath City of the Draenei is already the territory of the Horde."

"Useless territory." Durotan curled his lips.

"I hope this is a good place for orcs to breed."

Durotan's words were taken over by his wife, Draka who had been standing aside: "I hope we can build a better place for our children."

Durotan frowned slightly: "Draka, you still insist on joining the first wave of attack?"

"Only the bravest orcs can participate in the first wave of attack. Are you doubting my bravery?" Draka gestured a few times with his dagger angrily.

"Okay! At least, let me go first!"

Following the torrent of orcs, Durotan took the lead and rushed through the huge green light gate without hesitation...

At the same time, Stormwind City.

Duke who was in the closed room suddenly opened his eyes, sharp lights shot out from his eyes, his hands trembled under the double effects of excitement and anxiety, and his heart beat violently due to excitement and a little fear.

His mood is so complicated that he can't even describe his mood with one flavor.

As a former college student, the long peace made him never know the taste of war.

But as a traveler determined to make a living in the world of Azeroth, when he saw the system elves prompting the six words "the door of darkness is open", he knew that his opportunity and danger had come at the same time.

"Wendsor! Marcaro!"

For the first time in three months, Duke's voice came through the door. In the past few days, the two people who were eating and drinking in the outer hall immediately lifted their spirits. After knocking on the door, they entered the room. They saw Duke with messy hair and a long beard.

The appearance is decadent, but the eyes are extremely bright.

Since becoming a follower of Duke, Windsor has wondered more than once whether Duke is a terrible careerist. Looking left and right, he felt that it was a pair of eyes eager to prove himself and make contributions.

Wen De Sole couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

Duke's clear and firm voice rang in their ears: "The catastrophe I've been worrying about is coming."

The hearts of the two of them thumped.

Duke raised his head: "This is not the end of the world, nor is it the end of mankind. There is still a lot to be done. I will prove to you, the entire Stormwind Kingdom and even all mankind that what I have done in the past year The preparations were not in vain."

As Duke's right-hand man, Duke has never hidden from them what he has done in the past period of time. For a moment, they thought Duke was going to start a rebellion and take Stormwind.

What Duke did was very one-sided, not an insurgent at all.

And today, everything will be revealed.

In Stormwind City, Lothar is still supervising the training of the soldiers in the barracks, and Lothar is quite satisfied with the progress of the soldiers.

With the help of Xiong Naga, the recruits are growing at a high speed. From being unable to hold a sword steadily at the beginning, to now he has become both offensive and defensive. During these three months, many small tactics were developed. For example, let two soldiers carry shields in front, and spearmen with spears in the back take cold shots to attack.

Today, it seems, is no different from any other day.

But in the middle of the night, Lothar's office was knocked open by a valet.

"Commander, you'd better look at this." What the valet was holding was a summons barrel sealed with wax. Looking at the lion mark above, Anduin's pupils suddenly narrowed.