After McDonald left, compared to Earth, Azeroth's time seemed to press the 10-fold fast forward button. In fact, on the day the Deathwing jumped into the volcano, the conspiracy's gear started again.

The gate of darkness!

The majestic castle of Watch Castle only exists in the blueprint, and the Alliance Expeditionary Forces led by Turayan are still guarding the land of curses.

It's definitely a chore.

The once fertile land was tortured by Gul'dan and turned into a barren land, but there were still remnants of evil energy in some places. It was really life-threatening for ordinary humans to get close to them.

Evil energy is the land of life, taken from life, and is derived into an extremely chaotic energy.

A small amount of evil energy is fine, but once it exceeds the size of the fist, it will automatically absorb human vitality, and many patrol soldiers will be fucked by adults.

This becomes most of the time, it is best for the Paladin to open the way, explore it clearly, and then set the change route as a patrol route. After all, even if there is no grass on the curse land, there are still some remnants of demons. These are small wild demons created by the warlocks of the Shadow Council when they came here and conducted various summoning experiments.

This also led to quite inadequate patrols and guards around the Dark Gate.

No one noticed that a human figure wearing black armor and a flame crown appeared quietly in the darkness of the night.

He had a handsome and heroic face, as if he had a beard with the word "天" inverted, and the arrogance carved on his face.

"Huh? Is this the dark gate that my father said? Interesting toy! It's Onyxia that is so useless that I have to go there myself."

This person, no, this dragon is the famous black dragon prince Nefarian, who was later famous.

That is, today, for the sake of secret action, he did not have a big brazier-like gem on his head. Otherwise, with his slut, it would definitely be as dazzling as the beacon in the dark.

Gently pressed the "claw" that turned into human hands on the empty "door panel" in the middle of the Dark Gate. It seemed that he was not opening the dark gate, but the coffin board of millions of orcs. If there were sand sculpture players at this moment, he would have to give him a "Suna version of the Black Brother Carrying the Coffin".

Unfortunately, while McDonald left this world, all players were forcibly popped out of this world. The famous Trident Legion evaporated overnight with their lords.

The door was not fully opened, but it was just a person-high space fluctuation like water waves, easily swallowing Nefarian.

No one knows what the Black Dragon Prince did when he went to the distant world of Draenor.

Time passes, and the gate of Darkness has entered winter for two years.

The originally sensational battle of the Dark Gate came to an end, leaving nothing but a mess, and all countries were like wounded beasts, licking their wounds.

A piece of news spread at the top of the league - the Duke of Stantam, who had almost supported the entire war alone, temporarily left the world, which was said to be the arrangement of the Bronze Dragon King Nozdom.

He was almost dragged into the Dragon Clan's civil war alliance, of course he didn't dare to give up half of it.

But N kings beat their chests and stamped their feet. Only when they lost them did they understand the preciousness they once had - such a big rich man who actually left at will. I had not had time to pull out some 100 million wool!

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Before leaving, McDonald left a letter to Boval, Lao Taizi, Moglani and other close bosses.

It is one thing to say that arrangement is one thing, but it is another to get the wool.

Without McDonald's additional approval, who dares to embezzle the money from the Stantolme family's vault to support other countries?

Before leaving, the palace star became the left and right palace star.

The left palace is Bathras, and the right palace is Rothema Theron.

Bathras is in charge of internal affairs, and Lothama is in charge of military logistics. He works according to the five-year plan and restrains each other. No one can bear an extra copper coin.

Without McDonald's powerful center, although the operation of the entire Stantosom leader is in a proper manner, it lacks spirituality.

This accidentally gave an orc clan in the Altlan Mountains a chance to breathe.

On the mountainside covered by wind and snow.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the whistle tower that could accommodate twenty people was smashed by a green-skinned orc with a huge hammer to create a large hole that could accommodate orcs.

An orc held a shield made of animal head, bark and wooden boards, and pressed into the whistle. After a fierce and brief showdown, the orcs with more people won.

“Oh oh oh oh—”

“Lok’Tar!”

More than a hundred orcs roared excitedly. No one expected that they would praise him with an overly young orc as the center.

At this time, another team of orcs came closer, and the leader was Kashdrak, the former chief of the Black Scar clan. Unexpectedly, his shoulder ornaments and the totem on his face were no longer the style of the Black Scar clan, but were changed to Frost Wolf's totem.

"Beautiful job, Guyle! You can't tell at all, you're just a 12-year-old."

With a green face, the young and handsome Guyer, who was all young and handsome, raised his head: "I am already a qualified warrior."

"You can see, young master." Kashderak bowed respectfully.

"Go back first."

"good."

Orcs rode on white wolves and ran.

Along the way, orc hunters were driving a wolf with a broom tied to their tails, and swept the floor while running the S-shaped shape, erasing the footprints of the large army. After a gust of wind and snow, even the most experienced hunters could not see any footprints left.

They came to a narrow valley that seemed empty.

Visually, this is a valley less than forty meters deep, but in fact, there is no way out at the end of the road, and there is another village in the dark and bright light. At the end of the valley, there is actually a narrow tunnel that can accommodate up to two carriages in parallel. At the end of the 100-meter tunnel, there is a larger valley inside.

This is the settlement of the Frost Wolf Clan [Frost Wolf Valley].

Due to the very high altitude and the annual peak of the valley, there are 10-level winds mixed with hail at the top of the valley, this is the absolute blind spot for human reconnaissance.

The Frostwolf clan, who is used to living in ice and snow environments, has long taken root here.

Suddenly I heard a greeting.

"Guil, Chief is looking for you."

"good!"

When they arrived at the largest wooden house, Guyle and his party met a burly brown-skinned orc with only one left arm left.

"Father!" Guyle bowed his head and saluted.

"Child, I'm back!"

If McDonald or a silly player is there, he will definitely be shocked, because he is Durotan, the leader of the Frost Wolf clan who has been assassinated by a killer in theory by Gul'dan.

There is obviously something wrong with the world line!

Durotan, who should have died, is still alive. Normally, he is only 2 years old this year. The famous tribal chief Thar is almost 13 years old. Now he is using his real name [Guire].

"Father, do you have something to come to me?"

"Yes, there is a big thing about the survival of all orcs that you must do in person."

"What's up?"

"Spread into the human world and learn human civilization and knowledge!" Durotan played with a strange bead: "Just use this thing."
Chapter completed!