Inside a huge tent sat a group of green-skinned Orcs clad in primitive clothing, and among them, one Orc with brown skin looked incredibly conspicuous. The expressions of the other Orcs around him showed their attitude, but he, for his part, kept his eyes downcast and remained silent.
That's right, he was Orgrim Doomhammer, the most trusted lieutenant of Blackhand, the chieftain of the Blackrock Clan, and one of his most ferocious warriors.
He was undoubtedly one of the core members of this great expeditionary army to Azeroth, but two things caused him to be gradually ostracized by the others.
The first was his refusal to drink the demon blood, which allowed his skin to remain the original brown color of the Orcs. The second was a huge disagreement with the others regarding the handling of the Frostwolf Clan.
Of course, even so, his persistence did not earn the deserved result; the Frostwolf Clan was driven out of the Orc army. He remained silent about this, but he probably had no idea that Gul'dan, standing behind the main seat, had already sent assassins to eliminate the last bloodline of his friend.
Orgrim was undoubtedly the most unique presence in this meeting, but no one bothered him. After all, they were currently immersed in a frenzy.
Those foolish humans had been wandering on the periphery, and they had just recently driven them away. Now, they only needed to wait for the assembly of the grand army before they could conquer this land.
Of course, some Orcs expressed dissatisfaction with this, but their dissatisfaction was not about conquering the land. They were unhappy about why they had to wait for others. They had risked immense danger to be among the first to arrive in this world precisely to seize more territory and resources immediately.
However, 'Blackhand' suppressed the dissenting voices with absolute strength. Of course, this wasn't because he was truly so wise, but merely the result of manipulation by the Orc Warlock who always hid his face in a hood behind him — Gul'dan.
Most people thought that the current 'Orc Clans' were led by their strongest warrior, Blackhand, but in fact, behind all this was another 'black hand' —————— Gul'dan.
Originally, he was an ordinary Orc Shaman, but in his fanatical pursuit of power, he gradually lost his way on the Shamanistic path and eventually encountered a certain terrifying entity —————— Kil'jaeden.
The relationship between Kil'jaeden and Gul'dan was very strange. Rather than Kil'jaeden seducing Gul'dan to fall, it was Gul'dan, seeking power, who actively sought out Kil'jaeden. For him, the powerful Fel energy was more suitable than the Shamanistic path, which required seeking help from the 'Elements.'
As his power grew stronger, he used his 'cunning' to carve out a place for himself under the simple-minded and physically strong Blackhand (Gul'dan's words). Later, he used the temptation of 'demon blood can make Orc warriors even stronger' to make Blackhand personally drink the demon blood. Relying on Blackhand's trust, he built up his own power.
Now, as the number of Orcs passing through the Dark Portal increased, it was time to decide how to attack the nearby human kingdoms.
But just at this moment, Gul'dan, who had been standing behind Blackhand, suddenly swayed violently.
"Gul'dan, what's wrong?"
"My apologies, respected Chieftain, I seem to be feeling a bit unwell..."
At this time, Gul'dan was more than just unwell; he felt like his head was about to explode.
There were two indispensable individuals in opening the Dark Portal this time: the 'corrupted Medivh,' who provided the coordinates and a rendezvous point, and Gul'dan, who built the main body of the portal and poured magic into it. The two could be said to have been 'mentally intimate for a long time.' After the Orc army arrived in Azeroth, the communication between Medivh and Gul'dan was constant. However, there was no doubt that both sides had their own goals, and Gul'dan's goal was to obtain the location of the 'Tomb of Sargeras' from Medivh.
When Medivh broke free from Sargeras's control and sought death, Gul'dan took the opportunity to try to invade Medivh's mind to completely seize the location of the 'Tomb of Sargeras.' But he had absolutely no idea that the restored Medivh would be so decisive. He actually wanted to use his own death to drag Sargeras down with him. As for Gul'dan? He was simply collateral damage.
With a massive consumption of spiritual energy, he could barely control his body.
Looking at Gul'dan, who was leaning on his bone staff and leaving the great tent, Blackhand curled his lip in displeasure.
"Cowardly Warlock."
There was no doubt that Blackhand was supported by Gul'dan, or it could be understood as a cooperation between the two, but Gul'dan enjoyed more benefits. However, Blackhand himself did not think so. In his view, Gul'dan merely submitted to his powerful physique and fighting ability. The Warlock was just his subordinate, so he spoke without any politeness.
Watching the other party leave, he actually felt somewhat happy. After all, the other party had been 'sincerely' advising him not to rush into war and to wait for more Orcs to arrive. Now that the other party had left, there was no one left to oppose him.
"Next, we will launch an attack on those weak humans. Which clan is willing to serve as my vanguard to tear apart those weak humans!"
Blackhand's words undoubtedly excited everyone, and one Orc from the 'Warsong Clan' was the first to stand up.
Orgrim, sitting to the side, looked very calm, even his eyes flickered as he watched Gul'dan leave the great tent.
As an elder of the Blackhand Clan, he knew his clan well, and the change in this battle-honoring clan began when that man appeared...
However, there was no doubt that at this moment, he still didn't know the news of his friend's family's death, so he hadn't completely made up his mind, but various thoughts were beginning to surface in his heart.
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Lancer and Lothar just leaped out of the portal, raised their weapons, and backed against each other, cautiously watching their surroundings. But then, they both simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief. Undoubtedly, Medivh was not an idiot, and it was impossible for him to place the portal's location directly in front of the Dark Portal; otherwise, they would be seeking death instead of destroying the Dark Portal.
The location where the two were was a secluded hill a certain distance from the Dark Portal, located within the Black Morass. Just as the two were letting out a breath of relief, the portal behind them trembled again, and then a young mage clutching a staff rushed out, followed closely by another green figure.
"Phew~ We made it just in time!"
Khadgar immediately spotted the gigantic Dark Portal, and the expression on his face gradually became solemn.
Undoubtedly, the Dark Portal in front of them was their target.