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Warcraft 2: Beyond The Dark Portal 〈Quick | EDITION〉
They emerged into a nightmare. Draenor was a jagged wasteland of bone-colored rock and blood-red skies.
Deep within the red, dying world of , the Orc shaman Ner'zhul clutched his staff with trembling hands. He didn't care for Azeroth anymore; he wanted escape. To flee the dying soil of his home, he needed artifacts of immense power: the Scepter of Sargeras, the Book of Medivh, and the Eye of Dalaran. Warcraft 2: Beyond the Dark Portal
The Second War had ended with the shattering of the Dark Portal, but for , the silence was louder than the drums of war. He knew the rift between worlds wasn't truly closed—it was a wound that refused to scab. He didn't care for Azeroth anymore; he wanted escape
Warcraft 2: Beyond The Dark Portal 〈Quick | EDITION〉
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Warcraft 2: Beyond The Dark Portal 〈Quick | EDITION〉
They emerged into a nightmare. Draenor was a jagged wasteland of bone-colored rock and blood-red skies.
Deep within the red, dying world of , the Orc shaman Ner'zhul clutched his staff with trembling hands. He didn't care for Azeroth anymore; he wanted escape. To flee the dying soil of his home, he needed artifacts of immense power: the Scepter of Sargeras, the Book of Medivh, and the Eye of Dalaran. Warcraft 2: Beyond the Dark Portal
"The world is breaking!" Turalyon shouted over the roar of the collapsing dimensions. They emerged into a nightmare
The Second War had ended with the shattering of the Dark Portal, but for , the silence was louder than the drums of war. He knew the rift between worlds wasn't truly closed—it was a wound that refused to scab. He didn't care for Azeroth anymore; he wanted escape