Hellfire Fortress, a super-large orc fortress that stands on the Hellfire Peninsula.

Viewed from the sky, this land looks very similar to the black swamp on the other side of the Dark Gate, the land has been stripped of all life and is dry and barren, the soil on the ground has turned a strange dark red due to the infestation of evil energy, the land is rapidly desertifying, the water source has completely dried up, and no life can survive here except for a few mutated and fierce creatures.

This was not the case 10 years ago when the Hellfire Peninsula was still known as the Nataan Jungle, one of the most forested areas in the world of Draenor and the ancestral land of the Bloodring Orcs.

Unfortunately, the crazy tribe under the leadership of Blackhan cut down all the trees in the jungle and built a hellfire fortress in the canyon to garrison troops and make weapons of war.

After the Black Hand crossed the Dark Gate with his Horde's soldiers, the Hellfire Peninsula became a place of exile for disobedient clans, where Warsong, the Thunder King, and the Broken Hand Clan, who had become berserk and disobedient by drinking too much demonic blood, had been driven by the fury surging within themselves to attack each other over the years, turning the haunted place into the most brutal and chaotic battleground.

However, after the defeat of the expedition to Azeroth, many orcs fled back to Draenor, and the news of the rout brought back was very shocking to the orc chieftains who were still stationed here, they knew very well how powerful the advance army was, but such a powerful force was defeated by the so-called "alliance", which made the chiefs feel threatened, so the chaotic fighting that lasted for several years also temporarily stopped.

The Hellfire Peninsula has been quiet these past few days, except for the orcs who are out hunting, there are almost no other soldiers walking outside the fortress, and the chieftains who previously regarded them as enemies are in frequent contact, and a hint of intrigue has also emerged over the black giant fortress.

"Bang"

The iron door, entwined with rough chains and hideous ornaments, was pushed open, and a tall figure entered the chieftain's hall through the dark passageway, his shirtless, muscular green body covered with wounds, the orc's trademark square face, a pair of tyrannical and crazy eyes, black hair scattered over his shoulders.

And as the orc chief walked, the black, serrated scimitar-like blade fixed on his left arm reflected some kind of faint and deadly light in the throbbing firelight, and the blade glowed an unusually green color, apparently poisoned.

The chief's name was Kargas. Blade Fist, his original clan had been destroyed in the chaos of previous years, he had been thrown into the gladiatorial arena of the ogre as a slave earlier, which had happened in the hanging fort on the border of the distant Nagrand steppes, in short, Kargas had persevered in the brutal abuse of the ogre, and had launched a rare slave revolt.

He cut off his left arm and fought his way out of the arena, embellishing his escape with blood, and the orc gladiators who fled with him were conquered by the fury of Kargas, who offered him a hideous fist and made him chieftain, thus forming the most vicious and insane clan of all clans, full of abuse and morbid slaughter.

"Kargas, you're late!"

As the Bladefist Chief walked into the hall, a deep voice rang out, and Kargas turned his head to see another orc chief sitting directly above the hall, he looked no different from the other chiefs, with green skin, muscular bones, armor made of animal skins, red eyeballs, and black hair tied back in pigtails.

He is the chief of the Warsong clan and one of the warriors of the tribe, Grom. Hellroar, the chief of the most powerful of the three clans of the Hellfire Fortress, this guy has a giant axe decorated with beast bones in his hand, and even the fierce Kargas can't help but shrink his eyes when he sees this bloodstained weapon.

"Hellroar, what are you looking for me for?"

Kargas Schiran sat down in the chair opposite Grom, he stretched out his fingers and rubbed his chin, moved his shoulders, and asked loudly, "Are you going to surrender to the Broken Hand Clan?" ”

"Chop!"

Grom let out a cold snort from his nostrils in disdain, his fingers darting on the handle of the battle axe called "Blood Roar", as the first orc chief to drink the demon's blood, Hellroar got extraordinary power from that demonic blood, and even more rarely, this chief used his will to suppress the demonic blood rebellion.

On the battlefield, the crazy hell roar will become the most headache for the enemy, and at the strategic level, his overall situation and command ability have also made the Warsong Clan not only not die out in the years of chaotic war, but instead absorb more power, becoming the most powerful force in the Hellfire Fortress, forcing the Broken Hand Clan to unite with the Thunder King Clan in order to be able to stop those crazy warriors of the Warsong Clan.

"It's just garbage that hides in the dark, and that's all that poor wisdom."

Hell roared unabashedly taunting Kargas, but after a moment, a look of solemnity twitched in his dark red eyes, and he waved his hand:

"It's not a fight when I came to you today, something happened, I think I should tell you, and then we'll have an idea together."

The change in Grom's attitude made the already enraged Kargas pause, and after seeing the seriousness on Hellroar's face, the Blade Fist Chief took a deep breath to calm himself down.

He hated Grom though. Hell Roar's arrogance, but having to admit his war intelligence, if he also finds one thing tricky, it must be a very troublesome thing.

The two chiefs sat in the hall and waited for a few minutes, and the last of the late guests entered the hall, surrounded by the guards.

It was a tall orc wearing a wolfskin coat, Fenris, his dress was very similar to the frostwolf clan in Frostfire Ridge, in fact, Fenris was originally from the frostwolf clan, and he was a brother with the frostwolf chief Durotan who died in Azeroth, but unfortunately, at a very early age, Fenris defected to the frostwolf clan and formed the more aggressive Thunder King clan by himself.

There is gossip that Fenris murdered his father, Garrad, the last Frostwolf Chieftain, but there is no evidence of this.

This is a cunning and unliked guy, but the wolf cavalry of the Thunder King clan is so powerful that it even makes Grom . Hellroar has a headache, and it is for this reason that Fenris's Thunder King clan also occupies its own place in the Hellfire Fortress.

"Ahem, everyone is here."

Grom stood up from his chair, the orc chief was unexpectedly tall, even taller than Orgrim and Blackhan, a bloodline from the Hellroar family, the Warsong clan living in the Nagrand Meadows is known as the "Giant Slayer", and their strength and combat skills are among the best in all of Draenor.

"I'll just get it straight, two days ago, I received a letter..."

With a wave of his hand, Grom walked into the hall with a warsong scroll and handed the letter to Kargas, who continued as Kargas opened the letter with his right hand:

"The content of the letter is nothing special, just an invitation, but the name of the sender surprised me."

"Naozu?"

Kargas also let out a puzzled snort:

"Isn't that old guy dead? Didn't it mean that he lost his prophetic abilities and was exiled by the Shadowmoon Clan as a result? ”

"Old men always live long, I hate these old thieves!"

Kargas handed the letter to Fenris, who waved his hand without looking, and the chief of the Thunder King clan looked up and looked at Grom:

"Hell roars, if it's just a letter, you don't need to make such a big deal at all."

"This letter would have been a joke to me."

Grom rubbed his cheeks, "But out of some sudden interest, I sent a warrior on a bipedal wyvern to the Valley of the Shadowmoon to see Mr. Neozu and see what he wanted to do, and the warrior brought me bad news." ”

Hell Roar looked up, he looked at the two chiefs in front of him, and he whispered:

"The Shadow Moon Clan is finished..."

"What?"

Fenris's eyes widened, and he subconsciously retorted:

"After Gul'dan destroyed the place, the Shadowmoon orcs retreated into their fortress of torment, and even the former Blackhan couldn't breach the damn place..."

"But my warriors saw it with their own eyes!"

This retort displeased Grom, who cried out:

He saw everything on the ground clearly from the sky, and the strange black knights rushed into the fortress of pain, slaying the Shadowmoon orcs by surprise, the blood was almost stained with the fortress, only those who knelt on the ground and begged for mercy could survive, the runic magic that the Shadowmoon Clan relied on for survival was useless to them... And most importantly, guess who's commanding those weird Black Knights? ”

"Naozu?"

Kargas whispered, Hellroar nodded, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes:

"You and I have both come from the previous era, how noble the status and strength of the Shadow Moon Clan were, we all know that although after the rise of Warlock Magic, the Shadow Moon Clan took the initiative to close their connection with us, but their power is still strong and numerous, and Nao Zu has reintegrated the Shadow Moon Clan with blood and death..."

He glanced at the two chiefs in front of him:

"In addition to Warsong, Thunder King, and Broken Hands, now that the fourth clan of Draenor has appeared, it is no accident that Naozu sent this letter, he must be planning something with a great change in temperament, and more importantly, he said it clearly in the letter... He intends to save the world in his own way, what do you think about this? ”

"There is no salvation in this world!"

Chief Fenris whispered:

"It's getting weaker every day, earthquakes are frequent, the plains of Farrenon are crumbling, the beasts of Gollund are going crazy, and the remnants of the Raven people of the Aranca Peaks have a premonition that the end is coming, an issue we discussed seven years ago."

"But if it's Naozu..."

Kargas held his chin with his remaining hand, and a gleam flashed in his cruel eyes: "That's one of the most powerful shamans of the old times, if he says there's a way, maybe it's true..."

"That's the problem, brothers."

Grom opened his hands, he let out a long sigh, and for the first time used the word "brother" to describe Kargas and Fenris in front of him, the unfamiliar word made Grom's voice pause for a moment, and the two chiefs raised their heads at the same time:

"The Dark Gate has been closed, we can't open it, this has cut off the possibility of us rushing into Azeroth again, if we don't want to be buried in this world like this, the seemingly dream-talking Naozu has become our only hope, so I think it's necessary for us to go to Shadowmoon Valley to have a look!"

"If what he says is true, we'll do everything we can to help him!"

Hell Roar clenched his fists, his eyes shining with demonic blood, "That's the only way we can go, not just for ourselves, but for our families..."

"What if it's fake?"

Fenris asked rhetorically, and then he saw a fierce glint in Grom's eyes:

"Then kill him! Draenor doesn't have enough resources left to support any more clans... Will you allow the fourth great clan to reappear? Speaking of which, since you're all gathered here today, I might as well share my thoughts. ”

"Blackhan and Orgrim's vanguard has failed, and the invasion of Azeroth has come to naught, which is bad, but it also means that we don't need to stay in the hellfire peninsula anymore, and after solving the matter of Neozu, I suggest that everyone return to their respective lands."

Hell Roar clenched his fists:

"The Warsong Clan has returned to Nagrand, and the Thunder King Clan has returned to Gorrond and Frostfire Ridge, and as for the broken hands... The Raven People of the Aranka Peak Forest are not difficult to deal with, and the resources there are enough for you to live, the materials of this world are almost exhausted, and we can't continue to fight like this... What do you think of my proposal? ”

"Not good!"

Fenris snorted, his fingers stroking the war knife at his waist, he looked up and looked at Grom and Kargas:

"Go back like this, those soldiers who have lost their minds who have been tortured by demon blood will not be willing to live in peace and stability, it is better to join forces before returning to break through the ogre's Dota fortress, divide the materials stored by the exiled ogres, and deal with the craziest warriors, so that everyone's life will be better in the future."

"Kill ogres?"

The corners of Kargas's mouth curled into a dangerous arc: "I like this offer!" I'm even starting to like you, Fenris, you vicious bastard. ”

"Then do it! Let the soldiers assemble. ”

Grom made the final decision: "Let's go to the Shadow Moon Valley first and see what Naozu has in mind!" ”