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This is fanfiction. Lore impurities are a thing.

Azeroth. The homeworld to many races, has fallen under siege by the iron horde. A unity of orcish clans, planning the downfall of all non-orcish races. The Iron Tide floods through a portal in the blasted lands, connecting our world with theirs, wreaking havoc and destroying nearby outposts. At last the Iron Horde was managed to be pushed back into their homeworld where their armies lay broken. That was until Gul'dan. An orc warlock working for masters known only as "the burning legion" appeared. He promised the orcs conquest, battle, blood, honour and glory. The only neccessity? Drinking the blood... of a demon overlord.. The blood... Changed them... Their brown skin turned grey and greenish. Their eyes turned red with rage And their lust for blood. Insatiable. This story follows the heroes that try and withstand this plague. From the stronghold "Lunarfall" they prepare their assault, but not without the neccesary struggles within...Alle Rechte vorbehalten

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The Ancients

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