89: Battle-Moon Goddess Above! That Fallen Titan Is Worth Fighting

"Get ready! After the next jump, we'll be able to see Azeroth!"

In Shattrath City, Garrosh Hellscream, the war leader of the Mag'har, was addressing the fully armed Orc warriors. A strange "Maelstrom" was taking shape in the skies.

It was a convergence of energy, signaling that this planet was about to undergo an ultra-long-distance transfer across the stars.

Yet it was not just the Orcs. Even the civilians in the city paid it no mind.

They had clearly grown used to such exaggerated planetary transfers, as well as the "dim sun" hanging high in the sky. It showed just how terrifying life's ability to adapt truly was, especially in a critical time of war like this.

"With the World Tree Tayara linked to the Azeroth Dream, we'll take that strange path into the battlefield! We'll beat those demons to pulp on the soil of our brother nation! I heard they even dropped a Fallen Titan over there. That's perfect!"

Little Hellscream raised his fist like a textbook warmonger and roared at his warriors:

"We followed the mighty Lord and defeated a god of the stars. Now we may witness the defeat of a second god of the stars! Even if we are not yet qualified to join that divine battle, witnessing such a magnificent fight can only ignite endless fury in a warrior's heart!

"I demand it! I order it!

"This time, we must show the valor of Draenor's warriors! We are no worse than the people of Azeroth. We have everything they have, and we even have a star—"

Smack.

A hand landed on Little Hellscream's shoulder, cutting off his impassioned war speech.

Little Hellscream turned around angrily, only to find Durotan staring at him as though he were already dead. That look plainly said, *Are you fucking