When the Dark Gate once again emitted a miserable green light, the entire Storm Kingdom responded in less than an hour. The terrifying evil energy surged out again. Without Medivh's help, Gul'dan actually opened the Dark Gate with just one person's strength. Obviously, he got extraordinary benefits from his master.

The door of darkness was opened intact. Countless beast soldiers came out at the moment when the door opened.

Durotan, the leader of the Frost Wolf clan, was a little hesitant. As a wise life, he instinctively felt disgusted with evil powers. However, more than two-thirds of the warriors in the entire tribe were infected with evil powers and turned into green-skinned warriors. The primitive orcs are now in a minority.

"You seem to be a little hesitant. This is not like you, my husband." Draka said behind him. He was nine months pregnant and his belly was very conspicuous. But he walked around without hesitation.

"I don't know why, but I have an ominous premonition. This is not hesitation, it is a warrior's intuition."

"Then don't go. You are the patriarch of the Frost Wolf clan. You can decide your own behavior. Even Gul'dan can't force you."

"This time I'm afraid it won't work. If we don't want to cause a civil war, we must go. Their attitudes have become more and more tough. During this period, we can't give him an excuse. The Frost Wolf clan is not afraid of any challenges, but on the eve of the war, I can endure it. You stay here, I'll go and take a look first, and wait until I'm sure you're in the past."

"No, my hero. I will be with you. I am a warrior of the Frost Wolf clan. I am not afraid of any battle."

Durotan opened his mouth and wanted to persuade him. But he knew that Draka was not the kind of person who could convince him by words.

"Then follow me, Gul'dan is watching us. Go up. The Frost Wolf Clan and attack."

A group of flesh-colored orcs sneaked into the orc army and rushed into the gate of darkness.

A green that had not been seen for a long time appeared in front of Durotan's eyes. The jungle, grassland, and birds. Those long-lost scenes suddenly flooded into his eyes. What a beautiful world, this was Durotan's first thought. But the next second, a sharp whistling sound came into his ears.

Durotan looked up and saw a burning fireball falling from the sky. He subconsciously hugged his wife beside him and rolled to the ground, avoiding the attack range of the fireball as much as possible. A violent explosion sounded, followed by a shock wave mixed with flames.

Flames, soil, blood, and residual limbs filled Durotan's vision. More than a dozen fireballs fell among the orcs. The vanguard troops were hit hard at the first time. But a steady stream of orcs surged out of the dark gate, quickly filling the previous gap and began to spread around.

A group of wolf cavalry passed the orcs' vanguard troops and quickly rushed into the dense forest. Within a few breaths, the sound of fighting came from the dense forest. Groups of ogres also rushed out of the dark gate. These barbaric creatures who defected to the orcs posed a fatal threat to human soldiers. They held various heavy weapons and rushed around in the Shun Formation, quickly threatening the formation in the dense forest.

The bows and arrows, **, spears, and under the cover of various long-range firepower, the orcs still forcibly stood firm. They quickly organized their formation and began to advance deep into the dense forest. At the same time, a green shock wave shot out from the dark gate and hit the surrounding forest.

Suddenly, all life withered rapidly in a way visible to the naked eye. Trees, grasslands, animals living in the jungle, and even human soldiers were taken away in an instant. An old orc who bent over and hunched back slowly walked out of the door of darkness. Gul'dan came.

"Go up, my warriors, go tear them apart."

The withering of trees greatly exposed the human soldiers hiding in the forest. The war finally entered the most cruel stage.

"Route." With the shout of a commander, a large number of soldiers quickly stepped forward. Countless thick shields were placed, stacking layers, and quickly formed a shield wall. Then, a dense muzzle was deep in the reserved void.

"Prepare, put it."

A dense sound of gunpowder burst out. The wolf cavalry vanguards in the front fell to the ground one after another. After one round, the wolf cavalry quickly counterattacked. They had a certain understanding of this weapon. They knew that this was the best time to attack. However, another round of gunfire sounded, followed by another round...

The brand new six-shot revolver rifle showed its powerful suppression for the first time. But the next moment, a group of tall ogres appeared in front of the human soldiers. What was most desperate was that they were also holding a huge shield made of giant wood.

The musket has a great lethality, but when it penetrates nearly twenty centimeters of giant wood, it can no longer cause damage to the ogres.

"When will the increase be available?"

"The Griffon Knights have set out and arrived in a quarter of an hour."

"Everyone, draw your sword. Remember behind you and make our homeland. So, fight to the death."

Durotan felt a little uncomfortable in the face of the scene in front of him. He was the patriarch of the Frost Wolf clan. He was not afraid of war and blood. He cared about the withered grass and trees. It reminded him of the dead Delano. Now the world is about to suffer the same fate. If so, what is the meaning of us in this war? Durotan kept asking himself in his heart, and a vague thought appeared in his mind.

"Perhaps, this is not a war for our orcs."

He looked at Guldan from afar. He saw that he was closing his eyes and casting spells to maintain the Dark Gate. Some people around him kept telling him that some dry corpses were transported away. Then some slaves were sent to him. They were some Draenei, half-orcs, and even orcs who made mistakes. Guldan kept drawing the vitality of the masters to maintain the Dark Gate. The shrill screams seemed particularly harsh in the war.

On the battlefield, a tall figure holding a giant warhammer jumped out of the orc crowd. The violent warhammer directly knocked the shield wall away a gap. The short-term connection finally arrived. Orgrim, the Hammer of Destruction, the legendary warrior of the orcs, and the future tribal chief. This attack broke through the defense line of human soldiers, and the situation began to tilt the orcs.

At this moment, human reinforcements also arrived. A shadow covered the sky, and with a harsh twitch, the griffin legion finally arrived at the battlefield.

But at the same time, another kind of force began to spread on the battlefield. Lin Xuan, who had been observing the battle situation in secret, felt a trembling cold all over his body. It was a pure darkness, evil, twisted, and cold breath.
Chapter completed!