Wrong timeline, Draenor, Skyreach.
Arakkoa people have been very panicked recently, and their sun Prophet have foreseen a terrible prophecy.
There has been no prediction about the future for a long time before this. This world has no future and will be wiped out by River of Time.
But now, a prophecy of destruction suddenly appears.
In this prophecy, a group of terrible enemies will plunder them and destroy them. This wave of Dark Tides from other worlds will sweep across the entire Draenor, leaving only a piece of scorched earth wherever it passes.
Azeroth...
Arakkoas only got this name.
And in the Gorgrond area, Everbloom Forest.
The plants here began to wither because they had not seen sunlight for a long time. Dryads had no choice but to release natural birth magic around the clock to keep Everbloom Forest alive.
Primal Gronn people are standing in a circle, discussing something with serious expressions.
Primal Gronn, a giant creature, is the only creature in the Draenor world that can anal Magnaron from the front. However, at this moment, Gorgrond is at peace, and the battle between the two parties has fallen into a short period of peace.
This world is about to be destroyed, and powerful creatures now know it clearly through various methods.
"Fel Orcs Horde in the south was defeated and was defeated by a group of aliens. This group of invaders was powerful and there were three land masses that could float in the sky." A Primal Gronn was worried.
"Yes, and... they have a Titan God. I still can't believe this. Isn't the legendary Titan a righteous existence of absolute order?"
"It's inevitable that there won't be a Dark Titans, right?"
"Then how should we respond? Besides...Draenor is about to be destroyed. Can we make contact with these intruders?"
The biggest Primal Gronn listened to the discussion of his compatriots, thought about it, and finally made a decision.
"If they arrive at Gorgrond, just observe them first before deciding whether to contact them."
****
"Don't worry, Draenei are eating and drinking well now and are waiting to go back with us." Hu Feng pressed Turalyon back on the bed. "Just rest in peace and cultivate yourself. Sok'reth will take care of the clan's affairs. Be obedient!"
"Then... can you ask your army to search for it? There should be remaining compatriots in various areas who are avoiding the killings of Fel Orcs." Turalyon lay back on the bed and looked at Hu Feng with pleading eyes.
Hu Feng kissed Turalyon's forehead, "I have already given the order, just sleep peacefully, I will take care of everything. I said I will protect you, so I will also protect your people."
"I believe you."
Turalyon stared at Hu Feng with big eyes.
"It's just that I don't dare to sleep. I'm afraid that when I wake up, I'll find that this is just a dream, my imagination... I'm back to the cold and cruel reality. Draenei is going to perish, and you will die at the critical moment... I... well..."
Before she could finish speaking, Turalyon was gagged by Hu Feng and forcefully kissed her a second time.
Looking at Turalyon who fell into confusion as soon as he was forcibly kissed, Hu Feng was a little funny. Was he addicted to forced kisses?
"Stop thinking wildly and sleep obediently. Your mission now is to have a good rest. This is Titan's order... From the time I left until I returned now, have you had a good night's sleep?"
A burst of mental hypnosis poured into Turalyon's mind, and the latter immediately fell into a drowsy sleep (there is no notebook here, don't ask!).
Draenei is indeed living a comfortable life at the moment. They are eating and drinking well and are resting. After experiencing such a long and protracted war, the entire Draenei family has reached a critical point of exhaustion. Without Fel Orcs as their enemy, their spirit and perseverance immediately collapsed.
Now Sok'reth is recruiting people from the clan and publicizing the benefits of becoming Eredar. A considerable number of people are already interested in this and have decided to follow the archbishop to receive the infusion of the power of Fel that makes them extremely afraid.
Most of the rest Draenei began to pack anything valuable in Karabor Temple, such as various artworks, crystal utilization technology, and even wall decorations. Anyway, I will leave this world forever soon, so I have to dig down three feet to take away more things.
****
Nagrand, Highmaul.
Ogre Chieftain Malkorok stood on the towering khaki city wall, looking at the Iron Horde army slowly gathering below, preparing to attack the city.
This group of Orcs from another human world is simply countless times more terrifying than Fel Orcs Horde. They have dragons as their air force and all kinds of strange weapons that they have never seen before.
In particular, the terrifying machine called Iron Star was launched by a huge long-shaped machine, spraying flames and hitting the city wall, and then violent explosions blew out huge gaps in the city wall.
There are also those Gronn giants covered in armor. The giant cannons behind them can directly cross the city wall and shoot the shells into the Highmaul.
"Mar'gok!!! Look who I am!!!"
Kargath*Blade Fist stood on the shoulders of a Gronn, the killing intent flashing in his eyes undisguised.
"In my world, you have accompanied this miserable Ogres empire to death! But this is not enough! I will kill you in every world and destroy the Ogres country in every world!"
At this time Kargath laughed cruelly, "Then... I will capture you all into my Shattered Hand Arena and become a dirty slave gladiator!"
"Kargath from another world... I don't know what you have been through, but I have never seen you in our world!" Führer Mar'gok yelled.
Kargath shook his head. "This is not important, the important thing is...Highmaul will be turned into scorched earth soon."
"Gronn! Fire!"
****
Azeroth, Eastern Kingdoms.
Oscar turned into a sandstorm and crashed in the ocean of the Scourge Army.
A meter-long white fat maggot was covered in exquisite and thick Mithril armor, following its owner like a steamroller to kill Undead.
"Haha, Xavius, you haven't killed as many as my Armored Battle Maggot! You, a boy from the Mograine family, should really go back and be you Paladin, what kind of magic are you playing!"
Xavius*Mograine, the youngest son of Ashen Lord, is also the only mage alien in this Paladin family.
"Shut up, Oscar! I shouldn't team up with you! Look what you encounter every time! Either Undead Scourge is the main force or Deathwing is riding a horse! I will be killed by you sooner or later!"
Xavius held up the staff, and Arcane Missiles's spray never stopped.
"Okay, okay! After finishing this reward, I will take you to Kalimdor to play. Suramar City is preparing for a grand event recently! How can you suffer a loss by following me!?"
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