When people were happy, they never felt the passage of time. But when suffering came, they could truly experience how long the years were.
The Genedar, the Draenei's ark and their last hope in desperate circumstances, had been under repair and restoration for nearly half a year.
Over those six months, the Horde formed by the savage Orcs had finally unified Draenor, becoming the masters of every land and every race on the planet.
In Farahlon, Orc warlocks used evil spells to drain the life force of the local Clefthoofs, using the stolen power to set the entire forest ablaze. Amid flames soaring into the sky, Kilrogg led his army in slaughtering every Botani and Primal Thornbeast they found.
In Nagrand and Frostfire Ridge, the remaining Ogre tribes either submitted to the Horde's iron hoof or died beneath their blades. Ever since the last descendant of the Goria Kingdom, Chieftain Mark Goyle, died upon the throne of Highmaul, the race that had once enslaved the Orcs became slaves to their former slaves.
The wheel of fortune turned. Nothing more than that.
In Talador, even Gruul, the mightiest Gronn, could only hide in a distant mountain nest, not daring to confront the Horde's advancing forces head-on.
In the Arak Peaks, Skyreach had fallen. The corrupted Arakkoa exiles betrayed their former brethren, and Rukhmar's Breath was detonated. With a deafening explosion, flames shot into the heavens, setting the sky ablaze. The glorious Arakkoa civilization had finally been ended by the savage Orcs.
Nor did those Arakkoa exiles meet a good end. The Orcs knew well that these wingless Arakkoa were cunning and intelligent, so after defeating the high-ranking Arakkoa, they betrayed them and executed them all—just as they had once betrayed their own brethren.
Thus, all of Draenor became Horde territory. The