Stormwind God

Draenor's land was rotten, and no more normal plants could grow.

The turbulent wind blowing in the sky was suffocating.

Without plants, herbivores cannot be kept alive, and carnivores, naturally located at the top of the food chain, cannot survive.

The stars in the sky were crumbling, the sun was dim and dark in the dense dust cloud, and everything looked dead.

Suddenly the wind on the ground was still, and the long, thick horn sounded in the air.

The wind was still, and the dust that had been flying with the strong wind also settled. You can see the huge figures on the ground moving towards the same goal.

There are huge wolves of various hair colors, but more of them are giant human figures with green skin. They have a height of more than 2 meters, and there are explosive bulging muscles throughout the body. Even the slightly slender females have the burly body of a human soldier.

Carrying a variety of weapons, they gathered arrogantly towards the place where the horn sounded.

The heavy soles stepped on the ground, and even the solid ground made a slight crackling sound when they were trampled by them.

The earth is cracking inch by inch, and there is no trace of nutrient soil. Stepping on it, every step is like the sound of death approaching.

A huge flash of lightning struck the sky, and the visual fissures were printed on the retinas of these burly warriors. A giant with a reddish complexion looked up suddenly. He saw the muddy clouds slowly flowing towards the target in the gloomy sky.

"this is……"

"Durotan, don't look at it, it must be Gul'dan's spell."

Durotan opened his eyes. Inside the pure blue eyes, a nearly straight tornado was reflected, as if the energy of the entire Draenor world was converging there.

As the chief of the Orc's Frostwolf clan, the young Durotan has an extremely strong body. On that hill-like strong body, all are the most typical orc-style ornaments.

The two big braids were well groomed and dangled from her chest. Two arms that are thicker than a cow's leg are tied with a circle of large and small animal teeth. Waist is a white animal skin belt that is large enough to cover the entire belly.

Durotan carried a huge axe the size of a half-door in a human house, and walked next to his beloved white wolf, a behemoth the size of a buffalo and weighing at least 400 kg. .

Durotan wriggled his mouth, and the two prominent cavities in his jaw made a crisp metal sound because of a hole in the decorative iron ring.

"Orgrim, I always feel that the destruction of the world has something to do with Gul'dan."

Durotan's good friend, Orgrim *, Hammer of the Orc Horde who will become the chief of the entire Orc Horde in the near future, turned his head: "I don't think an Orc can destroy a world."

Orgrim's size is not as burly as Durotan's, and his size is only half of the size. But if an orc ignores the square-headed hammer in his hand that is larger than most orcs' torso, it will definitely pay a heavy price for it.

Orgrim also wore various orc-like ornaments, and the fangs hanging on him were both a decoration and a symbol of his bravery. Only the orc warrior who killed the fierce monster independently can fold the monster's fangs and hang it on himself.

In this regard, Orgrim is not inferior to Durotan.

They are both famous warriors among the orcs!

As he got closer to his destination, Durotan saw more and more orcs.

These elite warriors from various clans in the tribe either slap their chests or make a howling shout, showing their bravery in various ways, and naturally exaggerating with unsightly guys Into a ball. The whole gathering place is like a huge arena.

"Ah, the Warsong clan, the Blackrock clan, the Shadowmoon clan, the Broken Palm clan ... almost all the big clan are here."

Orgrim Interface: "Of course, the world is dying. We don't want to follow the world and die, we have to respond to the call of the black chief and Gul'dan."

Just as the two were talking, many orcs saw Durotan.

Many orcs' eyes and pupils suddenly narrowed, and the battle-filled crowds rioted. The gathered orc warriors separated, like a splash of water, or like a retreating tide. The orc warriors made way for the two warriors covered in fangs.

At this time, a taller and burly figure appeared on a rough high platform made of wood not far away. It was a giant orc wrapped in heavy iron armor, and a huge warhammer full of dried blood sacrifice showed his bravery.

An iron-faced face seemed to tell other orcs that he also had a steel-like heart.

When he appeared, the momentum was like a huge tomahawk, splitting the orcish crowd uncontrollably, those who stepped back a little later would be unable to breathe with the **** killing breath, The chest retracted by exhaling had little courage to bounce back.

"Oh, the Frostwolf clan, go to the south to find a place by yourself." Those who can overpower the heroic Frostwolf Chieftain in the momentum, at this moment, the only chieftain black hand nicknamed 'Destroyer.

For the chief, Durotan and Orgrim simultaneously punched their left chests in a right boxing to show respect. But the black hands looked at Durotan more and left.

After settingtled the Frostwolf clan a little, an hour passed, and a gathering horn sounded in front of the huge stone-made giant gate hundreds of meters high in the gathering place.

"Woo-wow-wow-" The long trumpet sounds as if it came from a long time ago, as if announcing that this world, which has become a 'drano' by the Draenei, is about to die, and it seems to be sounding The horn of a new war!

Most orcs didn't think that much, they just knew that it was Gul'dan who was calling the orcs in the name of the black-handed chief.

The tide of orcs, dominated by green, rushed to the vast open space in front of that huge lintel. The burly figure easily squeezed the open space out of water.

The weak orc can not even get close to the gate, and the lack of strength and physical strength will be naturally repelled to the outermost circle.

A humpback orc in a black robe was slowly stepping into the sight of tens of thousands of orcs on the huge stone steps in front of the earth, which was tens of meters high. There were even a few huge bone spurs coming out of his back, with several dry skulls stuck in it.

His size is not huge, but no orc will ignore him.

He just surpassed his mentor Ner'zhul, and now the orcs dominate in substance-Gul'dan!