Llane Wrynn led his troops at full speed toward orc territory, with Garona guiding them so they wouldn't lose their way.
After a day or two, they finally reached the edge of the orcish lands.
And the sight before them made everyone's hearts sink.
Corpses.
Dozens-no, hundreds-of orc corpses were hung upside down or bound along the path.
Their deaths were brutal.
Some had clearly been killed by overwhelming force. Others looked exactly like the human soldiers they had found earlier.
Their muscles were completely withered, as if they had been dead for centuries.
Even Stormwind's battle-hardened soldiers felt a chill crawl up their spines.
"Frostwolf Clan..."
Llane carefully examined the banners near the bodies.
Soon, he confirmed it.
These were the orcs who had intended to ally with them.
Clearly, after the negotiations were exposed, the orcs hadn't spared the so-called traitors.
And Gul'dan-the one Durotan wanted dead-would never allow mercy.
The situation gave Llane a pounding headache.
"There are no allies left," Llane said quietly.
"We can only rely on ourselves."
He sighed.
At that moment, he noticed a gate-like structure slowly taking shape in the distance.
Llane immediately turned and shouted, "Soldiers! Save our people! Rescue the captives! Charge!"
He drew his longsword and spurred his horse forward, leading the charge himself.
As a campaigning king, Llane always demanded that he stand at the front.
Inspired by their king, Stormwind's soldiers let out a thunderous roar and surged toward the orc camp.
Yet-
The orcs showed no reaction.
That absence of response made Llane uneasy.
As king, caution was second nature to him.
Faced with this situation, he instinctively slowed down.
What if this was an ambush?
Llane desperately missed Lothar.
If Lothar were here, he would have options. Methods. Plans.
Llane was deeply worried about him.
Ever since Lothar left for Karazhan, there had been no word.
Even Medivh's visit hadn't provided answers.
Llane felt helpless.
Taking a deep breath, he decisively slowed the advance.
Morale might suffer, but safety came first.
And when they reached a hilltop, his caution was rewarded.
"God damn... what is that?"
For a king as refined as Llane to curse was rare.
The generals and soldiers at the front were equally stunned.
Below them, an enormous number of orcs were gathered in a massive circle.
The density was absurd.
At the center-
A human was fighting an orc.
The surrounding space twisted violently, flipping and distorting.
Unlucky orcs on the edges were torn apart instantly.
The sheer spatial distortion made Llane hesitate to move closer.
After a moment, he pulled out a dwarven-made telescope.
Through it, he recognized familiar figures.
Noah.
That mysterious mage.
And-
Durotan.
"Who are you?"
Gul'dan stared solemnly at the human before him.
The magic the human had just used carried traces of Fel.
But it wasn't Fel.
It wasn't evil.
It even carried vitality.
That contradiction put Gul'dan on high alert.
More importantly, this human forced him to take things seriously.
Their operations had failed multiple times now.
And every time, it involved a strange human mage.
Clearly, this was the saboteur.
Rumors said this mage was terrifying.
Gul'dan scrutinized him for a moment longer-then lost interest.
To an orc, humans all looked the same.
Small.
Fragile.
Even when exceptions existed, stereotypes were hard to shake.
"Kill them," Gul'dan ordered coldly, already turning back toward the Dark Portal.
"Are you really going to follow this thing?"
To his surprise, Orgrim-who had reported to him earlier-spoke up.
"Really? You'll obey a demon?"
Looking at the hesitant orcs, Orgrim roared, "I won't! I follow a true orc! A true chieftain!"
With that, he walked straight toward Durotan, who was still sitting on the ground.
Without hesitation, the entire Frostwolf Clan followed.
Blackhand hesitated.
He glanced between the human mage and Gul'dan, conflict written on his face.
Then, finally, he walked behind Durotan as well.
More and more orcs joined them.
They struck their left chests with their right fists in respect.
Some spat curses as they passed Gul'dan.
"Go to hell, demon."
That broke him.
Gul'dan's eyes flared green.
With a wave of his hands, two beams of Fel energy shot toward the orcs who had insulted him.
Noah was already watching.
He remembered this method well.
Gul'dan used it to maintain control.
The moment Gul'dan moved, Noah moved as well.
Noah couldn't stop Gul'dan from reclaiming Fel outright.
But he could interrupt him while he tried.
Pale-gold mana stirred.
Countless transparent blades surged toward Gul'dan from every direction.
A sense of danger exploded around him.
Gul'dan immediately abandoned his action.
The green light twisted into a shield, blocking the invisible onslaught.
Afterward, Gul'dan locked his gaze onto Noah.
If he didn't kill this human-
Things would spiral out of control.
Especially since his "guide" had already warned him.
The human kingdoms had found them.
An army was mobilizing.
If this continued, this group of orcs was finished.
Damned humans.
Damned mage.
Gul'dan cursed silently.
Then, Fel energy erupted toward Noah.
Noah reacted instantly.
An elemental shield formed.
At the same time, he opened the Mirror Dimension.
He wasn't taking chances.
In the original timeline, Noah had never seen Gul'dan fully unleashed.
But the demi-god reputation assigned to him in other accounts made Noah cautious.
And rightly so.
The elemental shield didn't hold.
It wasn't pierced immediately-but it didn't last long.
The Fel didn't break through.
It devoured.
The shield was corroded away.
This power was terrifying.
No wonder it required the Holy Light to counter.
This was twisted Arcane energy.
Sargeras's handiwork.
Handling it wasn't simple.
Noah paused briefly.
Then decided to end it.
He wanted to experience this power.
But he didn't want to be drained dry.
So he followed his plan.
The Warcraft world was strange.
Even the strongest could fail.
Sargeras himself was proof.
Wounded by countless heroes across history.
Even now, another blow was being dealt elsewhere-Karazhan.
And there was Illidan Stormrage.
And others.
Even a former champion of the Pantheon, a being who slaughtered demons by the millions, who destroyed Titans-
Even he could fall.
So why not others?
Especially when facing a mage who specialized in space.
A mage who excelled at miracles.
Noah controlled his mana and shifted tactics.
A pure mana duel.
Elemental spells detonated across the orc camp.
The once-organized tribe was instantly reduced to ruin.
Tents burned.
Explosions tore craters into the ground.
The area became a wasteland.
Durotan and the others had long since withdrawn.
They understood one thing clearly.
The human mage might have saved them.
But if they were caught in the crossfire-
He wouldn't hesitate to ignore them.
The bombardment lasted several minutes.
Gul'dan found it troublesome, but he wasn't injured.
Fel was Arcane too.
Different, but equally powerful.
And Gul'dan could feel it.
This human mage wasn't stronger than him.
If he endured.
If he waited.
One small mistake would be enough.
That would be his chance.
Gul'dan glanced at the Dark Portal, still forming.
Anxiety surged.
But he forced himself to stay calm.
Then-
Everything around him twisted.
At some point-
The world itself had begun to distort.
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