The Dharma God of All Realms Begins with Harry Potter

Talador, outside Shattrath City.

The mighty orc army set off from Kil'jaeden's Throne, and after a two-day journey, they visited several Draenei cities and villages along the way - most of which were already deserted - and finally met their final goal..

Shattrath, the majestic city built hundreds of years ago, and the races that live in the city are far more civilized than they are.

After drinking the blood of corruption, the orc tribe was no longer the original brown and red color.

Replaced by a sea of ​​green.

Here, green no longer represents nature and harmony, but chaos and evil energy.

The blood of the Corruption makes the orcs stronger and more bloodthirsty.

They were already warlike. Under the influence of the Corrupted Blood, they had already lost the last trace of their sanity. After just a short rest, they couldn't wait to launch an attack on Shattrath.

The orcs rushed down the mountain along the path, burning with destruction and rushing towards the tall city.

Some of them even hit the stones along the way furiously, letting the sound of the impact shout out their rage; others maintained a serious, deathly silence, accumulating all their energy and preparing to explode at the right moment.

Because of Ye Ting's warning, the draenei in Shattrath were well prepared for the tribe's arrival.

At this time, the city of Shattrath was already filled with draenei who were waiting in full formation.

Prophet Velen was among them, observing the incoming tribe from a distance.

This was the first time he had seen a tribe that had drank the blood of demons, but with just one glance, a trace of fear for this race transformed by demons unconsciously arose in his heart.

These scurrying greenskin creatures are more terrifying than club-wielding ogres, more terrifying than any flock of Talbuk... than any enraged draenei, and even more terrifying than the Horde horde seen in the battle for the Temple of Karabor. horrible.

He had never seen an army so angry, so bloodthirsty, so mad and warlike.

It seems to be a pure machine of killing and war, and its manic posture seems to be able to tear apart everything in front of it. Orcs with this appearance even surpass the Burning Legion in terms of momentum.

"Kil'jaeden...what kind of monster have you created? Velen was a little restless. He was not worried about himself, he was worried about what would happen next - not for Shattrath's already destined fate, but for Yrel and the people who had escaped from Auchindoun. He was worried about the Draenei in Shattrath.

Can the blood of the Draenei in Shattrath really satisfy the killing desires of these orcs?

At this moment, he seemed to have seen the green rolling tide rushing towards Auchindoun flooded the last refuge of the Draenei. The Draenei race disappeared into the vast universe.

"Rumble——"

Just as the orc army was rushing down, the ground shook violently.

The green current suddenly stopped under the shock, Xu was thrown to the ground, and his running speed stagnated.

Something unexpected happened.

After getting up with difficulty, the orcs looked back at the place they had just left, which was the direction of Kil'jaeden's throne.

The Draenei on the city wall also stopped doing this.

Then, they saw an amazing scene they had never seen before.

Kil'jaeden's Throne, the mountain named after the daemon commander, looked like it had exploded.

Endless lava spurted into the night sky, and then splashed down around the jagged peaks, spraying and roaring like the roar of a mountain god.

But at this glance, it was clear that it was not an ordinary natural disaster.

Velen's face has become very ugly.

The color of the lava was just like the demon blood that the orcs drank, and it was all evil green—the color of the demons that represented the Burning Legion.

As more and more molten rock is spewed out, it's a spectacular, mesmerizing, and terrifying sight.

A cheer erupted among the orcs of the Horde. They took this as a sign that the mountain now known as Kil'jaeden's Throne was blessing their efforts. They celebrated and then cheered. Take courage, turn around and continue running towards the kill.

But Velen and many Draenei understand quite well that this means that the power of demons has further invaded the world.

That means that in the upcoming war, the enemy they have to face may be much more terrifying than imagined.

A mile outside the city, the orcs slowed down at the command of the chiefs.

There is an open space that has been cleared recently. The orcs who arrived first looked at each other. This is where they gathered and where they planned to place their war machines. However, it is empty at the moment.

Even the orcs know that without war machinery, it is absolutely impossible to capture a fortified city, especially a fortified city built by the Draenei whose civilization level far exceeds theirs.

Even in such a world where magic exists, it is still foolish for most people to use flesh and blood to collide with wood, stone and steel.

In the previous battle at the Karabor Temple, they had suffered greatly in this regard...if it hadn't been for Dark Star...the ordinary orcs were doubtful and dissatisfied, but their warchief, Blackhand, seemed confident at the moment.

Suddenly, without warning, something gradually transformed from nothingness into reality before their eyes.

The orcs hissed back, then instinctively began to howl in hostility at the giant thing.

Then, a huge being fully materialized and stood before them.

Even compared to the tallest ogre, this guy is three times as tall as them.

From its artiodactyl-like hooves to the end of its tail that whips wildly, from its protruding horns to its sharp nails, the tall creature in front of you is all red.

It was so big that the orcs had never seen it before, but in their opinion, it looked like a draenei with dark red skin. They couldn't think of anything else.

The orcs didn't recognize the creatures in front of them, but the draenei in Shattrath did.

The biological race in front of me is called Eredar, and they are a member of the Burning Legion, but thousands of years ago, he was their same race.

And his identity, his name, the Draenei will never forget even in their mother's womb.

"You have sworn loyalty to me. You don't need to be afraid when you see me, just celebrate!"

The giant shouted to the orcs, his voice deep in his bones.

"I am Kil'jaeden, the great being, who has been with you from the beginning.

"And at this moment, when you are heading towards the most glorious battle, I will be with you!

"Once upon a time, the evil draenei plotted against you, hiding entire cities from your eyes. But you destroyed that city, and other cities, and conquered their temples!

"All that remains now is this final battle, and from here on, the draenei threat will be ended.

"The emeralds that once hid the city of Taymor from you now hide their end. Kehlamensamir.sola1amaakah1! _Feilu reminds you: three things about reading - collection, recommendation,