Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

"Nearly 400 years ago, Murock, the ruler of the Ogre Empire, was greedy for mastering the power of the elements.

A large number of ogre mages acted recklessly on the Elemental Throne, and the world at that time became uneasy due to the wrath of the elements.

On the way to the Throat of the Blade, Nairgo told Sylvanas.

"It's a pity that the power of the ogres is not worthy of their ambitions, and the coalition army composed of the orc clan raided the elemental throne, and the cannibal magician was caught off guard under the command of the shaman Nairgam of the Shadow Moon clan."

Inside an unknown crypt, Guldan chanted, and in front of him were the fraudsters of the Burning Legion.

But the Fuhrer Murok did not give up, and he commanded the Gauria Imperial Legion to fight back. The army slaughtered every orc camp they could find. The entire territory of Draenor is in turmoil, and all orcs cannot escape this calamity, and in every village and residence, men, women and children, must be prepared to defend against the invasion of the enemy. "

Nelgo unleashes the Purification Spell, and all orcs who follow him undergo his spell.

"Those Gauria ogres thought that this cruel tactic would scare the orcs, but unfortunately they did not expect the orc clans to dare to rise up to fight. The agile orc army gradually captured the cities and strongholds throughout the Gauria Empire.

"In the end, the ogre retreated again and again, and finally retreated to the capital of the empire, Gauria."

"A few months later, the ogre's empire developed a curse specifically for orcs."

"A plague known as the Red Catastrophe quickly spread among the orc camps. This highly contagious plague caused countless deaths among the orcs.

Sylvanas looked at the orc lying on a stretcher in front of him and nodded.

"And then?"

"Nelgam and the other shamans decided to take a desperate step in order to win. They pleaded with the elements to strike and raze Gauria. Both orcs and elemental creatures understand that once the orc army fails, the Fuhrer Murok will inevitably continue to try to master the power of the elemental throne.

Guldan smiled, his hood and shriveled skin making him look like an evil wizard.

Across from him, Kilgardan's vision was listening carefully to Guldan's story.

"The shamanic priests gathered outside the tall walls of Gauria and witnessed the fury of the spirits of the elements. What happened next will never be forgotten by all.

An astonishing storm swept through the entire ogre city. In an instant, the earth groaned and everything trembled.

The storm raged in Gauria for hours, and Gauria's walls and buildings collapsed in the face of lightning and earthquakes.

A fire ignited in the ruins, and the monstrous flames blocked the ogre's escape route, and even the port was in flames, making it impossible for them to escape by boat.

When only ashes and ruins remained, the earth with a huge mouth of blood swallowed the Fuhrer Murok and the great city of the ogre. "

Sylvanas tried to imagine this kind of scene, maybe only an elemental lord like Ragnaros has such strength!

"These orcs won." Kilgardan said.

Of course he won, if he didn't win, he might be a cannibal magician at this time.

"Although the orcs were victorious, they did not rejoice and celebrate the arrival of victory. They also suffered heavy losses in this battle, and they also saw a destructive force that they never wanted to see again for the rest of their lives. Nelgam and the shaman priests were terrified of the elementals' wrath. At a rally, they decided that there was no need to continue uniting and that the clans should part ways and go their separate ways.

No one disputes this. All the orc clans returned to their respective territories, but their lives had been completely changed by this war. The plague, called the Red Catastrophe, never really disappeared, and it broke out every few generations, wreaking havoc among clans.

"You mean this is the Red Catastrophe?" Sylvanas looked at Nairgo, who had a serious face, a little sweat on his forehead, since someone in the clan had contracted a disease, he had applied to Gromash to go to the garrison at the throat of the blade.

"This is the Red Catastrophe." Guldan described the blueprint of his idea to his master, "The master needs the orcs to fall into chaos, I failed in the elemental throne, the world is still stable, but what about the red natural disaster?"

"This natural disaster will kill a lot of orcs."

"This natural disaster will kill a lot of orcs."

Although not together, Guldan and Nairgo said in unison.

"Soon it will be the festival of Kshkhag." "The Red Disaster is highly contagious, and if it breaks out during Kershhaag, it will be the worst plague," Nairgo said.

Nelgo had already explained to the chief the impact of this calamity by the time he left, and Gromache's wolf cavalry had sent out one team after another.

All chiefs were to understand the seriousness of this plague.

At the same time, Nairgo also had a conjecture, "I think Guldan may not be dead." "

I saw with my own eyes your blade cut through his throat."

"Yes, I still regret not making his head into a war drum afterwards." Nairgo replied.

The head of Guldan, I can't use what Illidan uses?

"But that's not what I'm saying, as far as I know, a spellcaster like a warlock can craft his soul into a soul stone, and he can use the soul stone to revive it after he dies."

"Lich?"

She realized that if Guldan was not dead, as Nairgo said, then was this red disaster with such a coincidental timing really a "natural disaster" rather than a man-made disaster?

You know, according to Nairgo, although the red disaster has always existed, none of them has the effect it has now.

It's like everyone usually just feels a risk, but now suddenly it becomes a crown.

"If it is really this plague caused by him, then there is nothing we can do." Sylvanas said that the situation is now clear, and Guldan only needs to hide and release the plague to make the orcs suffer.

"You can only do your best." Why doesn't Nairgo know?

This plague is caused entirely by magic, ordinary doctors simply do nothing, neither Gromash nor he can do anything, all Gromash can do is build a new village to isolate the sick.

And all he can do is try his best to use purification on the patients, at least to ensure that the fifteen hundred people he manages will not have major problems.

"This deadly plague has killed hundreds of orcs?" Nairgo whispered to himself.

Sure enough, Blizzard's fiction authors only care about cool when they write numbers, and don't care about logic and other authors how round it will be when the time comes.