Dark Tides

War...

Destruction...

Endless fury churned within his heart...

This was an exceptionally conspicuous world in the universe. This enormous planet was an unnatural green, with oceans of green fel flame and land tainted by fel energy.

This was Argus, the core of the Burning Legion.

A giant with fiery red skin sat in a dark hall, deep in thought, his eyes gleaming with endless cunning.

Kil'jaeden the Deceiver, one of the Burning Legion's two great leaders. Together with Archimonde the Defiler, he commanded the endless Burning Legion, destroying world after world for their great master, Sargeras. One day, this universe would finally burn to ashes.

While hunting down his former Draenei brethren, Kil'jaeden had unexpectedly discovered a race with potential: the Orcs.

Used properly, these Orcs were practically killing machines. He had incited an Orc named Gul'dan, bestowed powerful strength upon him, and given him demon blood. The Orcs who drank the demon blood became violent, frenzied, and incomparably powerful. They would slaughter those Draenei, his former brethren.

But another surprise had fallen from the sky!

Their great master had actually entered Azeroth, the world where the Burning Legion had once failed! Their master had already taken control of that world's most powerful guardian. He would work from within and without to build a permanent portal connecting the Orcs' world of Draenor!

Excellent! Let these Orcs serve as cannon fodder and scout the way first!

As for the Orc named Ner'zhul, Kil'jaeden had already formed a plan: transform Ner'zhul, cast him into Azeroth, and use necromancy to plunge Azeroth into panic. When the corpses of their companions rose again to attack them, those pitiful mortals would surely howl in despair! As the Deceiver, what he loved most were conspiracies and suspicion, along with the internal strife and mutual slaughter they spawned, until they ultimately destroyed themselves step by step.

Before long... the Burning Legion's armies would be ready. The Legion would descend upon Draenor, cross the Dark Portal, and enter the World of Azeroth! Their past failure would never happen again!

Under the Burning Crusade, Azeroth too would burn to ashes!

Draenor, once Tanaan Jungle, now Hellfire Peninsula.

A colossal gate dozens of meters tall stood upon the scarlet, cracked wasteland of Hellfire Peninsula. The project was nearly complete.

Gul'dan stood before the Dark Portal and looked down, his mood exceptionally cheerful.

All the Orc clans had gathered here, seemingly filling the entirety of Hellfire Peninsula. The banners of every clan fluttered throughout the somewhat disorderly camp that stretched beyond sight. Squad after squad of Wolf Riders moved through it, relaying all manner of orders.

In the distance, over a dozen mountain-sized creatures stood silently. Their bodies were covered in chains etched with fel energy, and they obeyed the Orcs' commands. These Gronn giants were the Horde's secret weapon. Gul'dan and his warlocks had expended tremendous effort to capture these dozen or so beasts.

As for the Gronn demigod Gruul... there was no longer time to waste on him.

Just then, waves of disturbance came from the Dark Portal. Gul'dan sensed the aura of another world. In that world, there was also a Dark Portal. Now, the presence on the other side had begun casting its spell to open the Dark Portal.

Gul'dan raised his staff and chanted an incantation. Dense fel energy radiated outward, and the Dark Portal before him began to change. A starry sky appeared within the gate, with countless planets shining brilliantly before rapidly shifting. The Dark Portals on both sides synchronized their positions. Once the synchronization succeeded, the Orcs would only need to cross this gate to instantly reach that distant, strange, brand-new world.

Warchief Blackhand checked Gul'dan's progress and ordered the guard beside him to sound the horn.

Oooo~~~ oooo~~

Chaos immediately erupted below. The Orcs rushed out of their tents and assembled clan by clan.

"Draka! Draka! Listen carefully, protect our child! If we get separated, go find Orgrim!" Durotan instructed his wife. After a pause, he added, "Remember, stay away from Gul'dan! As far away as possible!"

With that, Durotan ran out in great strides and leaped onto a large boulder.

"Frostwolf Clan! Assemble!!!"

Azeroth, Duskwood Fortress Defense Zone.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The human soldiers in the fortress hurried tensely toward their respective positions. Messengers ran everywhere, relaying the command center's orders step by step.

"The Orcs are coming! Level-one alert! Enter combat readiness! Send out scouts!"

Gryphon Riders began taking off, flying toward Karazhan and The Black Morass.

The fortress's Arcane Crystal Megaphones continuously shouted mobilization orders. "Those Orcs will slaughter us! Destroy our cities! We must rise and fight to the death! Until we drive them back! Until we destroy them! For the Alliance!"

Crates of arrows and musket ammunition were carried onto the walls. Cannons had their covers removed, with shells stacked beside them.

The officers constantly inspected the walls, conducting the final checks for battle readiness.

"Keep your eyes peeled! Watch the front without blinking! Lookout towers! I require you to be on duty twenty-four hours a day! Sound the alarm immediately at the slightest disturbance! Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir!"

Westfall, Golden Sands region.

Two giant humanoid golems stood silently there. They were the Suramar Alchemy Association's newest creations: Retribution Golems.

These creations, called Anti-Gronn Golems by the Divine Venerable, stood over ten meters tall. Their hands bore two sharp long blades, enchanted with various effects specifically aimed at large creatures. The single eye in each head was a massive purple crystal. These crystals, which could only be used a few times, could unleash highly concentrated Arcane Rays, like lasers from a previous life.

Because these golems burned through money too quickly, only two had been produced. The specially made crystals used as their power source could only drive a Retribution Golem in high-intensity combat for at most one hour. Each special disposable crystal alone cost as much as ten thousand gold coins, while each Retribution Golem cost five hundred thousand gold coins.

Thus, even the Night Elves, wealthy as they were, found these money-burning machines that cost hundreds of gold coins with every movement painfully expensive. Furthermore, the Goblin named Heklar under the Divine Venerable seemed to have created something cheaper yet equally effective. In the end, production of Retribution Golems was halted after two units.

The starry sky within the Dark Portal spun faster and faster. The synchronization of the positions on both sides was nearly complete.

War was coming.

The first volume had officially ended!

The second volume, "Dark Tides," had officially begun!

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