Draenor's decaying yellow sands and murky skies resembled a barren desert. Not a single green plant could be seen.
A hurricane swept past, carrying scorching heat. The foul air was enough to suffocate an ordinary person. In this desolate world, no new plants grew, and enormous white skeletons littered the ground. The destruction of its ecosystem was rapidly driving the world toward lifeless silence.
Stars flickered faintly in the sky. The enormous sun looked dim beneath the yellow sand filling the air, and a deep, resonant horn call drifted into the distance on the wind.
Huge figures trudged through the swirling dust, shielding their eyes and noses with arms as thick as thighs. They pushed against the wind, all heading in the same direction.
They were enormous, green-skinned humanoids, most standing over two meters tall, their bodies bulging with explosive muscle. Even the females, easily distinguishable among them, had burly physiques that put human warriors to shame.
They carried weapons of every description, and here and there, some of the burlier ones rode enormous dire wolves with coats of varying colors.
Their heavy footsteps struck the barren earth with sharp crack, crack! sounds. The parched, fissured ground clearly could not bear their solid weight, and every step left a deep footprint in their homeland.
A colossal bolt of silver lightning slashed across the murky sky as though splitting heaven and earth, its white radiance illuminating the burly warriors.
"What..." A reddish-skinned giant looked up at the sky in astonishment.
Driven by some mysterious force, the muddy clouds swirled like a tornado, converging purposefully on a single location.
"Durotan, this terrifying power must be Gul'dan casting another spell!"
Durotan did not answer the voice that had suddenly spoken. Instead, he gazed into the distance with a conflicted expression. The distant scene