Space Green Skins Arrive on the Battlefield: I Heard the Call of Home

"Vigilant Saint is using our sun as a 'warhammer' to beat the hell out of those abyssal things."

On the battlefield of the Nagrand plains, the moment Lightforged Little Hellscream looked up at the chaotic roiling light and the two streaks of radiance tearing through the cloudy sky and said those words, he felt certain he had gone mad.

No matter whether viewed logically or emotionally, those words sounded like the ravings of a dream.

But the terrifying part was that they were merely describing a fact.

Little Hellscream had no idea what Vigilant Saint's exact situation was. From the perspective of a warrior, he simply felt that this kind of battle was unbelievably "cool"!

So when would he become strong enough to grab the sun and smash in a Void Lord's skull?

Did he really have any hope of reaching such a future in this life?

"Still daydreaming? Hurry up and move out! Matron Geyah wants us to regroup with her. She keeps saying something about 'the dark age is coming.'"

Little Hellscream's beautiful fantasy was swiftly interrupted by Gaiara's shout. The Mag'har war chief curled his lip, reluctantly glanced once more at the impassioned Battle in Heaven above, and gave the yearning in his heart another boost.

Behind him, Grommashar's fortress had long collapsed beneath the concentrated fire of demon starships, but the Warsong Clan's warriors had drunk deeply of war's blood.

The demons and void creatures trying to charge into their homeland had all been mercilessly slaughtered by these kings of chopping. With the Eredar's armaments bolstering them, the Warsong Orcs' destructive power had reached new heights.

They felt they could stand guard here and fight until the end of time, but that was obviously just an illusion.

Demons and void abominations were continuously flooding into Draenor,