The calamities arrived as promised.
Plague, climate disasters, Beast Tides.
One disaster after another left the Orc clans scattered across the planet in misery. Many smaller clans had already fallen before the natural calamities. Even some powerful clans found their lives growing difficult.
They began banding together, began competing, began bloody slaughter and conflict over suitable land on which to survive.
This planet was vast for the Orcs, yet the land where they could live was constantly shrinking.
Even their mysterious neighbors, the race that called themselves the Draenei, had begun to worry.
As time dragged on, the Orc clans fought, merged, fought again, and merged again. One powerful clan continuously took in other Orcs and rapidly expanded.
The Warsong Clan!
Under Grommash's leadership, the Warsong Clan rose proudly. With Hecate's support, it surpassed powerful clans such as the Shadowmoon Clan and the Blackrock Clan.
Every Orc who joined them would receive rewards as long as they could prove and display their valor. The strongest could even become members of the guard protecting Hecate and the other priestesses and shamans.
Every Orc who entered the priestess guard was exceptionally strong, and all Orcs regarded it as an honor. Beyond that honor, those who joined would gain one or more powerful Combat Techniques and have mysterious Totemic Power inscribed upon them.
That day, a shaman from the Shadowmoon Clan arrived at the Warsong Clan's camp and challenged the shamans of every major clan.
This Orc, named Gul'dan, used a terrifying power to defeat one powerful Orc shaman after another. That venomous, unimaginable power made every Orc present think of the evil dragon.
Especially the Orc clans that had participated in the Dragon Hunt Festival—they remembered that malignant energy, clinging like a festering disease, all too clearly. That evil dragon could likewise