Akama

Akama

Crossing the barriers of time and space, Noah stepped onto a mysterious planet.

Draenor had once been a beautiful planet. As for how beautiful it had been, Noah had no idea. After all, no one could guarantee the truth of such hearsay.

The Draenor before Noah could only be described as terrible. Perhaps because it had not undergone years of reconstruction, Draenor was still completely ruined.

Endless sand dunes, countless withered branches, and flames blazing across the sky—no matter how he looked at it, this place resembled a forbidden zone for life.

"This place is way too miserable." Noah sighed. Sensing the energy drifting around him, he frowned tightly. "Fel energy? No, it's more than that. It feels even more evil."

"Evil power is everywhere," the system confirmed. "The desolation of this place is astonishing."

Indeed, as far as Noah could sense, even the land in this damned place had begun to rot. There was no way to expect plants to grow here again. Everything was utterly lifeless.

Shaking his head, Noah understood why the Orcs had invaded Azeroth. It was purely because this planet was basically finished.

To survive, they had no choice but to find a better environment.

Of course, the Orcs being manipulated like fools was also part of the reason.

Noah seemed to remember that the Orc invasion had been connected to the Burning Legion. The culprit who had turned things into this state seemed to have been Kil'jaeden?

Noah rubbed his chin. Though he was not entirely sure whether it had been that guy, he did not dwell on it. He was already here anyway. As long as he did not court death, everything should be fine.

He could not remember the details, but he did recall that Kil'jaeden had apparently left after dealing