Those beast-like Fel Orcs were endless...
They rode direwolves similarly tainted by demon blood, charging madly through every corner of the world and slaughtering every life that was not Orc.
Soulbinder Tu'ranni stood atop a small platform in Auchindoun, watching Talador, once a beautiful land, turn into scorched earth and crumbling ruins.
God! If gods truly existed, please bestow merciful salvation and grant us the power to defeat these cruel enemies.
The Draenei... had already reached the brink of extinction!
The Fel Orc Horde, that massive killing machine controlled single-handedly by Gul'dan—every one of them had drunk demon blood, every one of them had accepted the demons' savage yet powerful strength.
Gul'dan had found the demon deep within Tanaan Jungle. It was a dying Abyssal Lord. Gul'dan drained his blood, then used his formidable warlock arts to endlessly summon wave after wave of demons, supplying blood for the Orc Horde to drink.
The entire Horde had fallen. This whole world trembled before those crimson beasts.
From the moment Gul'dan drained the Abyssal Lord's blood, subtle changes began appearing in the skies of this world. The changes were long-lasting and gradual, imperceptible to the naked eye.
But as time passed, the Draenei discovered something was wrong. The sky seemed to grow darker by the day, while the sun's light appeared to be weakening.
The Draenei leader, Prophet Velen, wore an equally worried expression. He could no longer foresee the future. It was as if the River of Time had suddenly been severed, and Draenor had abruptly lost all future.
It seemed... an important Turning Point of Fate had changed, and the River of Time had suffered a severe deviation!
Velen sank into deep worry. He did not know whether the future could no longer be predicted, or whether... some grave error