Hellfire Fortress, this is a super-large orc fortress standing on the Hellfire Peninsula.

Looking down from the sky, the appearance of this land is very similar to the black swamp on the other side of the Dark Gate. The land that has been stripped of all life is dry and deserted. It is infected by evil energy, causing the soil on the ground to turn into a strange dark red. The land is rapidly desertifying, and the water source has completely dried up. Except for some mutated and fierce creatures, no life can survive here.

But this was not the case with the Hellfire Peninsula 10 years ago. At that time, it was called the Nataan Jungle. It was one of the areas with the highest forest coverage in the world of Drano and the ancestral land of the Blood Ring Orcs.

Unfortunately, under the leadership of Blackhan, the Crazy Tribe cut down all the trees in the jungle and built Hellfire Fortresses in the canyon to garrison troops and create war weapons.

After Black Hand crossed the Dark Gate with the soldiers of the tribe, Hellfire Peninsula became a place for exiled clans who did not obey orders. They became violent and unruly because they drank too much demon blood. The Thunder King and the Broken Hand clan lived here. In the past few years, they were driven by the violent surging inside, attacking each other, turning this ghost place into the cruelest and most chaotic battlefield.

However, after the failure of the war in the expedition to Azeroth, many orcs fled back to Draenor. The news brought back by the defeated soldiers shocked the orc chiefs who were still stationed here. They knew very well how powerful the advance army was, but such powerful forces were defeated by the so-called "alliance", which made the chiefs feel threatened, so the chaos that lasted for several years also temporarily stopped.

The Hellfire Peninsula has been very quiet in recent days. Apart from the orcs who went out to hunt, almost no other soldiers were walking outside the fortress. The chiefs who had previously regarded as enemies were frequently in contact, and a trace of conspiracy also emerged above the giant black fortress.

"Clang"

The iron door wrapped in rough chains and hideous decorations was pushed open, and a tall figure walked into the chief's hall from the dark passage. He was naked, but his muscles were covered with various wounds. The orc's iconic square face was dotted with a pair of violent and crazy eyes, and his black hair was scattered on his shoulders.

While the orc chief was walking, the black fist blade fixed on his left arm, like a serrated scimitar, reflected a dark and deadly light in the jumping fire. The blade was shining with an abnormal green color. Obviously, this thing was poisoned.

The chief was named Kagas Blade Fist. His original clan had been destroyed in the chaos of the past few years. He was thrown into the arena organized by the ogres as a slave. It happened at the dangling fort on the distant Nagrain border. In short, Kagas persisted in the cruel abuse of the ogres and launched a rare slave resistance.

He cut off his left arm, killed all the way from the arena, embellishing his escape with blood, and the orc gladiators who followed him to escape were conquered by Kagas' rage, who offered hideous fists and regarded him as chief. Therefore, the most sinister, craziest, and morbid slaughter of all clans, was established.

"Cargas, you're late!"

As Chief Blade Fist walked into the hall, a low voice sounded. Kagas turned his head and saw another orc chief sitting directly above the hall. He looked no different from other chiefs, with green skin, muscles, wearing armor made of animal skin, red eyeballs, and black hair tied into small braids behind his head.

He is the chief of the War Song clan and one of the warriors of the tribe, Grom Hellscream and the chief of the most powerful clan among the three clans of Hellfire Fortress. This guy held a giant axe decorated with beast bones. When he saw this blood-stained weapon, even the fierce Kagas couldn't help but shrink his eyes.

"Hellscream, what are you looking for me?"

Kagassyran sat on the chair opposite Grom. He stretched out his fingers and rubbed his chin, moved his shoulders, and asked loudly: "Are you going to surrender to the Broken Hand Clan?"

"Miscellaneous!"

Grom snorted from his nostrils with disdain, and his fingers were jumping on the handle of the battle axe called "Blood Roar". As the first orc chiefs to drink the blood of the demon, the power he got from the demon blood was extraordinary. What's even more rare is that the chief used his will to suppress the riot of the demon blood.

On the battlefield, the crazy Hellscream will become the most troublesome war weapon for the enemy. On the strategic level, its overall view and command ability have also allowed the War Song clan to not only not die out during the years of chaos, but instead absorbed more power and became the most powerful force in the Hellfire Fortress, forcing the Shattered Hand clan to unite with the Thunder King clan to barely block the crazy warriors of the War Song clan.

"The garbage that can only hide in the dark is just such a little pitiful wisdom."

Hellscream mocked Kagas without any concealment, but after a moment, a touch of solemnity thrust in his dark red eyes, and he waved:

"It's not a fight to find you today. Something happened. I think I should tell you, and then let's make an idea together."

Grom's change in attitude made Kagas, who had been irritated, stunned for a moment. After seeing the seriousness on Hellscream's face, Chief Blade Fist took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

Although he hated Grom's arrogance of Hellscream, he had to admit his war wisdom. If he also thought something was tricky, it would inevitably be a very troublesome thing.

After the two chiefs sat in the hall for a few minutes, the last belated guest also walked into the hall surrounded by guards.

It was a tall orc wearing a wolf-skin coat. Fenris, whose dress was very similar to the Frost Wolf clan in Frost Fire Ridge. In fact, Fenris was born in the Frost Wolf clan and he was brotherly with Durotan, the chief of Frost Wolf who died in Azeroth. Unfortunately, Fenris defected to the Frost Wolf clan very early and formed the Thunder King clan with more aggressiveness.

There is a rumor that Fenris murdered his father, Gallard, the last Frost wolf chief, but there is no evidence to prove this.

This is a cunning and unpopular guy, but the wolf cavalry of the Thunder King clan is very powerful, even making Grom Hellscream feel a headache. It is precisely because of this that the Thunder King clan of Fenris also occupies its own place in the Hellfire Fortress.

"Ahem, everyone is here."

Grom stood up from his chair. The orc chief was unexpectedly tall, even taller than Orgrim and Blackhan. This is the bloodline inheritance from the Hellscream family. The War Song clan living in the Nagran Prairie is called the "giant killer". Their power and combat skills are among the best in the entire Draenor.

"I'll just say it. Two days ago, I received a letter..."

Grom waved his hand, and a war song orc walked into the hall with the animal skin scroll and handed the letter to Kagas. As Kagas opened the letter with his right hand, Grom continued:

"The content of this letter is nothing special, it is just an invitation, but the name of the sender surprised me."

"Neozu?"

Kagas also hummed in confusion:

"Is that old guy not dead yet? Didn't he say he lost his prophecy ability and was exiled by the Shadow Moon clan?"

"The old man always lives for a long time, and I hate these old thieves!"

Kagas handed the letter to Fenris, who waved his hand without looking at it. The chief of the Thunder King clan raised his head and looked at Grom:

"Hellscream, if it's just a letter, you don't need to be so pissed."

"This letter was a joke to me."

Grom rubbed his cheeks: "But out of some sudden interest, I sent a warrior to ride a two-legged flying dragon to Shadow Moon Valley to see Mr. Neozu and see what he wanted to do, and the warrior brought me a bad news."

Hellscream raised his head, and he looked at the two chiefs in front of him, and he whispered:

"The Shadow Moon Clan is over..."

"What?"

Fenris widened his eyes and subconsciously retorted:

"After Gul'dan destroyed the place, the Shadow Moon Orcs converged into their fortress of pain, and even the former Blackhan could not break through the ghost place..."

"But my warrior saw that scene with his own eyes!"

This rebuttal made Grom dislike, and he shouted:

"He clearly saw everything on the ground from the sky. The strange black knights rushed into the fortress of pain and killed the unexpected Shadow Moon Orcs. The blood was almost covered with the fortress. Only those who knelt on the ground and begged for mercy could survive. The rune magic that the Shadow Moon clan relies on for survival was useless to them... The most important thing is, you might as well guess who is commanding the strange black knights?"

"Neozu?"

Kagas whispered, Hellscream nodding, a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes:

"You and I have all come from the past era. How noble the Shadow Moon clan was and how powerful the strength was. Although the Shadow Moon clan took the initiative to close their contact with us after the rise of warlock magic, their power was still strong and numerous. Naozu had reintegrated the Shadow Moon clan with blood and death..."

He glanced at the two chiefs in front of him:

"In addition to the battle song, Thunder King and Broken Hand, Draenor's fourth largest clan has appeared now. It was not accidental that Neozu sent this letter. He must have been planning something with a drastic change. More importantly, he said it very clearly in the letter... He intends to save the world in his own way. What do you think about this?"

"This world is no longer saved!"

Chief Fenris whispered:

"It is getting weaker every day, earthquakes occur frequently, the Françon Plain is collapsing, the beasts of Gorrond are crazy, and the remnants of the Crowman in the Alanka Peak Forest have also foreshadowed that the end of the world is approaching, and we discussed this issue seven years ago."

"But if it was Ner's sir..."

Kagas supported his chin with his remaining hands, and a light flashed in his violent eyes: "That is one of the most powerful shamans of the old era. If he said there was a way, it might be true..."

"That's the problem, brothers."

Grom opened his hands and sighed, using "brothers" for the first time to describe Kagas and Fenris in front of him. This strange word stopped Grom's voice and made the two chiefs raise their heads at the same time:

"The door of darkness has been closed, and we cannot open it. This has cut off the possibility of us rushing into Azeroth again. If we don't want to be buried in this world in such a daze, Ner's seemingly talking to the sleep will become our only hope, so I think we need to go to Shadow Moon Valley to take a look!"

"If what he said is true, we should do our best to help him!"

Hellscream clenched his fists, and the light of demon blood shone in his eyes: "That's the only way we can go, not just for ourselves, but also for our family..."

"What if it's fake?"

Fenris asked back, and then he saw a fierce light flashing in Grom's eyes:

"Then kill him! Draenor's remaining resources are not enough to support the clans...will you allow the fourth big clan to appear again? Speaking of which, since everyone is gathering here today, I might as well talk about my own thoughts."

"Blackhan and Orgrim's vanguard army have failed, and the invasion of Azeroth has become a bubble. This is bad, but it also means that we don't need to stay in the ghost place of Hellfire Peninsula. After solving the matter of Ner's Aozu, I suggest that everyone return to their respective tribes."

Hellscream clenched his fists:

"The War Song clan returns to Nagran, the Ray King clan returns to Gorrond and Frost Fire Ridge. As for the broken hands... the Crow people in the Alanka Peak Forest are not difficult to deal with, and the resources there are enough for you to live in life. The materials in this world are almost exhausted, and we can no longer fight in this way... What do you think of my proposal?"

"Not very good!"

Fenris snorted, his fingers stroking the sword around his waist, and he raised his head and looked at Grom and Kagas:

"Just go back like this, those soldiers who have been tortured by demon blood will not be willing to live a stable life. It is better to join forces to break through the ogre's Dota Fortress before returning, divide the materials stored by the exiled ogres, and deal with the craziest warriors. This will also make everyone's life better in the future."

"Do you kill ogres?"

Kagas's mouth bent into a dangerous arc: "I like this proposal! I even started to like you, Fenris, you vicious slut."

"Then do it like this! Let the soldiers gather."
Chapter completed!