In the parallel world of Draenor, Tanaan Jungle, Dark Portal.
"The time has come! Soon, we will open the Dark Portal and conquer that incomparably weak world on the other side! We will turn it into a new homeland for us to take whatever we want from!"
Grom Hellscream stood atop the shoulder of an Iron Goron, raising the battle axe Gorehowl high as he roared at the tide-like main forces of the Orthodox Horde below.
"They want to enslave us! Then let them see who the real slaves are! Orcs shall be kings, and we are the kings of Draenor!"
"Lok-Tar Ogar!"
Endless cheers answered their supreme Warchief, echoing through the entire jungle and refusing to fade.
No one believed this war could possibly end in failure.
They were armed to the teeth. Their weapons and armor had undergone earth-shaking upgrades. They knew every major hostile force in the World of Azeroth inside and out. They were fully prepared.
Meanwhile, the weak races in that parallel World of Azeroth knew nothing of the disaster about to descend upon them.
As for the Draenei in their own world... ha! They were no threat at all. Although Archbishop of the Holy Light Yrel's Lightforged Judgement Army had won a few minor victories in certain regions, that was still nowhere near enough to change the overall situation.
The Naaru and their heretical cult of Holy Light—the Orthodox Horde would surely destroy them and make those laughable Draenei understand what true power was.
Everything appeared perfect. Everything was proceeding according to plan. The Orthodox Horde would surely win!
Oh, though there was still someone worried.
The imprisoned Gul'dan had also been brought directly beneath the Dark Portal. He and the warlocks of his Shadow Council would be confined within the internal space of