Nazmir.

Near the Heart of Darkness.

The vicinity of the center of the Everglades has long since changed.

In the past, it was the holy city of the blood trolls, the largest gathering area, where the blood trolls worshipped Gohorn.

Being in the depths of the Everglades, the smell of decaying vegetation near the Heart of Darkness can never be dispelled.

The shadowy and sneaky blood trolls have lived here for countless ages, and as a member of the trolls, the blood trolls have a surprisingly low lifespan.

This has something to do with their extremely high mortality rate, after all, they are a barbaric race that will even eat their own children when there is no food.

Not even the Gnolls would do that.

Cesspools are everywhere, littered leaves, bones common in sinkholes, and nests of blood trolls like birds' nests.

It's an eternal sight here.

All this changed when a huge green gate opened here.

Savage than the blood trolls, but more civilized than their orcs came here.

That's right, Zandalara, Kadore, the Draenei, and even the savage races in the eyes of humans are more civilized than the blood trolls.

The arrival of the orcs changed the lives of the blood trolls, and the orc warriors drove most of the blood trolls to the battlefield so that the ordinary orcs who followed could occupy the place.

Nao Zu is an invasion of the Ju clan this time.

The strongest and bravest warriors came in the first wave, the more numerous ordinary warriors came in the second wave, and the ordinary orcs who were in charge of logistics and were also the source of soldiers came last.

So the Dark Gate was open for more than a month, and every moment a large number of orcs crossed the Dark Gate, from Draenor to Azeroth.

The vast swampy area of Nazmir was also temporarily used as a place for ordinary orcs to settle temporarily.

When Nao Zu united with the orcs, he shouted the slogan: "Go to another world, use the orc's axe, and get the land and food under the blue sky and white clouds for the orcs!" ”

Neozu did this, and it was greatly appreciated by the demons. The Dreadlord believes that when his family and clan are behind him, the old and weak, women and children.

The orcs can't retreat, and they'll fight the Zandalar trolls on the battlefield.

Ordinary orcs attach great importance to their families and tribes, and for the safety of their families and the future of their tribes, dying in battle is a glorious destination for orcs.

The current situation is that almost all of the orcs have migrated to Azeroth by almost exhausting Draenor's power.

Draenor has become a temporary base for the Legion, and the demons will not allow the orcs to return to their planet.

There is no way back for the orcs.

In response to the orc's favorite battle roar - "win or die"!

It's almost late at night.

The lights were bright near the Heart of Darkness, and the blood trolls were driven away from here, except for a few high-level elites.

All the people who can stay around here now are the orc elite and a large number of demons.

Torches are lit and they burn very vigorously. The torches were made of bones as oil, and the orc warlocks used the power of evil to make them bloom to the last of their essence.

This is the only way to make these torches immune to the damp mist here in Nazmir and not easily extinguished.

Hordes of orc soldiers, led by demons, patrol the vicinity of the Blood Troll's holy city.

On the front of the Heart of Darkness, the dark door of darkness is dimming. The energy provided to it is gradually decreasing, and the orcs coming out of it are starting to decrease.

And behind the dark door of the dark green, the door of the heart of darkness, which had never been opened, was opened.

Near the swarthy doorway, there is a team of angry guards.

In the middle of the Guardians of Wrath stood three Nasrezm. Unbeknownst to Tonatiu and the coalition forces, Nasrezm arrived in Azeroth with more than just Marganis and Tikdios.

There are now five Dreadlords in Azeroth.

The Dreadlord is a vampire who hunts for divine powers, and likes to use the weak-willed as his own food and slaves.

They have corpse-like skin and no hair, with two sharp canine teeth protruding from their mouths.

Apart from themselves, even the other demons of the Legion know very little about their history. But legend has it that they were a civilized and powerful race, possessing superior summoning spells.

There is a default unspoken rule between Dalaran and the mages of Silvermoon City - "Anyone who is good at summoning spells is often a master of playing with space."

Nasrezm are very good at summoning spells, and they are naturally very knowledgeable about space.

This allows them to traverse the world with as little energy as possible and as much power as possible.

"Tikdios can't help it. He called for help from Ann Heran. "At the gate of the holy city of the skeletons, a dreaddemon king said to his two companions." He also asks us to crack down on the Titan's archives of defenses before he and Malganis return. ”

"It's not easy. Warymas. The other Dreadlord said in Ereda's language. We've spent a month here just breaking its doors. ”

"Banazal, this is the technology of the Titans after all. But we haven't been without gains, at least for a month we've made the Legion's slaves stronger. ”

"Annathron, you're right." Valimas, who was the first to speak, said to Nasrezm, the second strongest man within the Dreadlord, under Tikdios.

Tikdios, the Dreadlord King, is one of Kil'Gardan's most powerful assistants, while Annethron, the Dreadlord's second-in-command, is Akmund's right-hand man.

Looking at Anatheron and Varymasas, Barnazar, who was probably the weakest Dreadlord, spoke: "Thanks to the sacrifices of the skeletons, we have figured out some of the defense mechanisms of the Titan Laboratory. ”

"In this almost abandoned laboratory, there should be an active Titan Creation, who is still presiding over the operation of the laboratory. If we want to get what is in it, we have to get rid of Him. Banazar said.

"Hmm......"

Annatheron nodded.

It suddenly raised its head, and with a dark gaze, looked at the branch of a dead tree in the distance to the left of the entrance to the Holy City.

A pitch-black bird stood on a branch, and Annetheron was arranging its feathers when it looked at it.

Vultures, magpies, and scavengers are the most common birds in the Nazmir marshes, after all, everything in the swamps seems to be inseparable from corruption.

The blackbird, which was grooming its feathers, looked like a scavenging bird.

Following Annetheron's gaze, Banazal and Valimatthus also noticed the blackbird.

Varimatas laughed.

"Ha~ It's funny. A ...... Hmm, the world calls you the Raven? ”

"Mage, your spells are very clever. It's a pity that your common sense is not very good. If you have enough common sense, you should know that you want to be around here at this time. ”

"It can't be done that way."

"You don't know."

Varimathas spoke to the crow-like blackbird, and the other two Dreadlords vaguely surrounded it.

Seeing that the companions have finished their positions.

Warimasas continued.

"Weak creatures like you don't dare approach us wherever we appear."

"You're exposed. Bold Mage. ”

Three Dreadlords surrounded the black crow.

The crow stopped arranging its feathers.

Its deep eyes looked at Varimathas.

It began to glow.

Anatheron roared, "The stench of Naru! ”

"Not a mage?" Valimasus shouted.

"Grab it and you'll know."

Banazal was the first to rush forward.