Hellfire Peninsula had been known as Tanaan Jungle before fel corrupted Draenor.
This was a land of utmost cruelty and bloodshed. Bones lay everywhere, bearing witness to the wars and massacres that had once erupted here. Countless Draenei had suffered genocide at the hands of crazed, bloodthirsty Orcs. Their remains had even been piled into a road.
Now, Hellfire Peninsula had become a depleted, barren region devoid of any sign of life.
Yet the ruins of the Dark Portal still stood there, recording the bloodshed that had once swept through this place.
And now, those ruins, abandoned for over a year, suddenly became "lively."
Several Orc Warlocks were busy near the Dark Portal.
They were casting all manner of fel magic on the Dark Portal...
A few hours earlier, they had followed Warchief Ner'zhul here to check whether the Dark Portal could still be used.
Dark figures were also approaching the Dark Portal, moving swiftly.
"What are you doing?" Gul'dan rushed over and roared at them.
"We..." The Warlocks exchanged glances. "The Warchief sent us here..."
"Take me to that idiot Ner'zhul!" the Death Knight could not help shouting.
"I'm right here!" Ner'zhul's voice suddenly sounded behind Gul'dan.
Having found hope, the elderly Shaman seemed much more spirited. His frame still looked somewhat robust, and his brown eyes had grown as sharp as they used to be.
"Send them away!" Gul'dan pointed at the Warlocks and bellowed.
"I must make sure this portal can still be used!" Ner'zhul said in a low voice. "Only then will I muster the Horde!"
"Idiot, this portal works both ways!" Gul'dan could not help cursing. "The humans on the other side could very well discover every move you make here! You may have already ruined my plan!"
Ner'zhul could not help frowning. He