The Norceron Heights, adjacent to the Rockmodan and the wetlands on the left, has always been a battleground for soldiers, with mountains to the west, and only one road, leading from Grimbaator to the wetlands, the other three sides are the sea, and the narrow mountain roads are easy to defend and difficult to attack, as long as they are well arranged here, the Norceron Highlands can be said to be impregnable, and you can also eyed the wetlands.

In the Battle of the Three Hammers, the Copperbeard tribe won a complete victory, and the Hammer dwarves were defeated and expelled, and the former Prince Caderos Brute and his Hammer warriors began to migrate, passed through the Gate of Dan Ogaz, and established their kingdom in the Grimbaatar Mountains, where the Hammer tribe prospered and rebuilt their homeland, and took Grimbaatar as the name of their new home.

But the good times didn't last long, when the Black Iron Queen Mordgood launched an attack on Grimbaatar, the Black Iron Dwarves who were dominated by black magic were strong, Mordgood directly broke through the gate of Grimbaatar, and directly began to attack the inside of Grimbaatar, the Hammer warriors were united, and Cadros personally went into battle and killed the mage queen in the midst of thousands of horses.

It was Mordgood's death that caused Grimbaatar to suffer an eternal curse, and the powerful dark power left a flaw full of evil on the fortress of this hill, and the endless curse is forever corroding every life here, so that the Hammer Dwarves find that the home they have worked so hard to build is no longer inhabitable.

And now, there is another group of uninvited guests here, and what they want to do is even worse than Mordgood's back then, and the heights of Noseron are just the beginning.

They performed some dark sacrifices in the heights of Noserlohn, which could never be done in Silisus. Instead of hiding in fences and outposts, the followers of Twilight's hammer can try out in the majestic fortress, and the Ersolus who has begun to take root here, like the monsters that grow in the dirt here.

They summon unpredictable elemental creatures tainted by the will of the Old Gods, disgusted with each other, and on the verge of infighting, but in order to destroy the other races, they put aside their long-cherished grudges and work together, and the Old Gods make them hate the world and all those who oppose the Old Gods.

Outside the Highlands, the Twilight cult is vulnerable and scattered, but here, the cultists are united, accomplishing tasks in the hands of a leader known for their cruelty and blood, and the real mastermind behind it is the ancient god Enzos, who has always been lurking.

The cultists who came to Twilight's hammer from all over the world chose Noseron Heights as their command center for a reason. It's a natural base that is easy to defend and hard to attack, and the Twilight Cultists are particularly fond of the word "Twilight", and they want to transform the Norse Heights into the Twilight Heights, and then spread the faith of the Old Gods to the world, so that the will of the Old Gods can spread to every corner of the world.

And this time, they are going to succeed, the Twilight Fortress has been established, and the next step is to use the power of Madean to start weakening the Titan's seal and make their master reappear in the eyes of the world. They believe that only by merging with the ancient gods can they comprehend the true meaning of the world and gain the strongest power.

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Kalimdor continent.

The rain beat down on the hut's taut leather canopy sounded like a rapid drumbeat, and the trade between Orgrim and Quel'Thalas had increased over the years, allowing the orcs to get rid of their primitive stone houses and live in a slightly more decent hut, a well-built hut that did not have the common problem of stone houses and leaks, and could also keep out the biting cold of the air.

The weather had been strange these days, and it seemed like it was just going to change, and it was only an overnight thing for the rain to turn into snowflakes, but in any case, Drektar's was already old, and he couldn't resist the cold humidity, which made his body ache even in his sleep.

Palka walked in and added some charcoal to the old shaman's hut, he knew that Drektar was old and couldn't resist the dampness and cold, which was a common problem of the old people, Palka had taken care of Drektar for many years, he knew the condition of this old shaman, and thanks to the hut that the High Elves had helped them build, Drektar could no longer endure the wind and rain.

But this time, it was not the cold that made the old shaman toss and turn, but a dream.

Drektar often dreams or sees portential visions, which are a gift to him who has lost his sight, a spiritual vision, a gift from the elements.

However, since the Nightmare War, the gift has started to get hot. During those terrible days, his dreams had become terrible, and instead of rest and recovery, sleep had brought terrible nightmares, which made him look more and more old, from a powerful old man to a weak and nagging old man, and he had hoped that his sleep would return to normal after defeating the nightmare, but although it had diminished, his dreams were still very, very dark.

The dreams of shamans are different from those of ordinary people, and this profession that can communicate with the elements is blessed by the elements, and those who are ubiquitous can give enlightenment, and can also project what those elemental creatures see and hear to others to see.

Just like when he was in the Outlands, the Prophet Kaulhook used the power of the elements to tell the tribe what he had seen and heard inside Washugu, which is a unique skill of shamans, using elemental energy to project their own memories, so this skill can never be faked.

In the old shaman's dream, he had eyes to see, but he only wanted to be blackened. He stood alone at the top of the hill at times, the sun hanging high seemed to be closer than usual, the earth was scorched with his blazing eyes, and the crimson-looking swollen and ugly monster appeared at the bottom of the sea, slaughtering all living beings, and the blood turned the water that lapped the seashore into a blood-red color.

He could hear...... There was a low rumbling sound in the distance, shaking his teeth and his skin tingling, as if something was about to be born, he had never heard anything like it, but with his strong connection to the elements, he knew that it meant something was wrong, very, very bad.

After a few moments, the sea at the foot of the mountain began to churn, and the waves were high and urgent, as if some dark and terrible creature was stirring up huge waves under the rough sea. Even in high places, Drektar knew he wasn't safe, he wouldn't be safe no matter what, he wouldn't be safe anywhere.