Crossing Azeroth, starting with the Heroes of Might and Magic system

Gul'dan stared at the huge barrier in front of him that was towering into the clouds and flashing with mysterious light, and he knew that breaking through it would definitely not be an easy task.

This barrier was like an insurmountable mountain, standing between him and his goal, cold and ruthless.

However, Gul'dan was not defeated by fear, because he knew that only by relying on his profound magical knowledge and his almost obsessive understanding of arcane magic could he find a way to crack it.

The valuable experience accumulated from years of hard work in the field of magic, as well as his innate wisdom, were now running rapidly in Gul'dan's mind.

He was like a sophisticated strategist, concentrating on every strategic detail that could break through the enemy's defenses. As time passed, Gul'dan's brows sometimes knitted and sometimes relaxed, as if he was experiencing a fierce inner struggle.

Finally, after long and careful thinking, a detailed and comprehensive plan gradually took shape in Gul'dan's mind.

Without hesitation, he decided to pass on all he had learned throughout his life to the brave and fearless orc warlocks and ogre mages of the tribe.

These soldiers were normally known for their wit, but facing such a powerful magical barrier, relying solely on their own meager strength was clearly not enough.

Under Gul'dan's careful teaching, the soldiers began to gradually understand and master how to use the magical power to resolve the many crises they were facing.

Their originally rough hands can now skillfully cast complex and varied magic spells; their bodies, which originally only knew how to charge into battle, have now learned to cleverly use magical energy to enhance their own strength.

As the training progressed, the tacit understanding between the soldiers also deepened. They closely surrounded Gul'dan, trusted each other, cooperated with each other, and constantly explored and tried various new and effective means of attack.

Just as everyone was working together to fight against the magic barrier, a surprising scene appeared - the Quel'Thalas magic barrier that once made countless heroes sigh in despair and feel fear in their hearts suddenly trembled slightly.

Then, a tiny but not negligible crack quietly appeared on the surface of the barrier, and spread rapidly around like a spider web at an alarming speed. Seeing this scene, Gul'dan and all the soldiers were greatly encouraged, and they knew that victory was in sight!

"Come on! We are about to succeed!" Gul'dan shouted loudly to boost morale.

The inspired warriors tried their best, injecting the surging magic power in their bodies into the attack.

For a moment, dazzling magical lights of various colors intertwined and shone, gathering into an indestructible torrent, fiercely impacting the already crumbling barrier.

Finally, with a deafening roar that resounded through the sky, the entire world seemed to tremble. The seemingly indestructible magical barrier of Quel'Thalas could no longer hold on, and instantly collapsed, turning into flying fragments and disappearing without a trace.

Gul'dan and the warriors of the tribe could not help but cheer as they looked at the road that suddenly opened up. This arduous battle not only showed their indomitable willpower, but also proved that as long as they were united and moved forward courageously, no difficulty could stop them from moving forward.

When the savage and powerful orc tribe finally succeeded in breaking through the rock-solid magical barrier of Bandinorel after a long and arduous battle, the entire Quel'Thalas fell into chaos and panic.

The originally peaceful and harmonious scene was torn apart in an instant, replaced by flames of war and smoke.

This magical barrier, which has always protected the homeland of the high elves, was once a daunting existence for countless enemies, but now it has collapsed under the fierce attack of the orcs.

As the barrier was broken, a strong impact force swept in like a strong wind, rustling the leaves and causing the flowers and plants to fall down.

Instantly, alarms sounded throughout every corner of Quel'Thalas, and the high elves hastily took up arms, preparing to meet this sudden disaster.

However, everything happened too quickly. Before they could organize an effective defense, the orc tribes had already poured into this once peaceful and beautiful land like a tide.

Each of these orcs is strong and muscular, holding sharp axes and huge hammers, with fanaticism and greed flashing in their eyes.

They roared deafeningly, as if they were going to completely conquer the land. Under their charge, the high elves fought hard but still seemed a little powerless.

The road to the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas was now completely open to the Horde army, and they advanced without mercy, leaving devastation wherever they went.

Houses were destroyed, farmland was trampled, innocent people were killed, and the whole kingdom fell into deep despair.

But the high elves did not give up, they fought back and engaged in an extremely fierce battle with the orcs with their superb magical skills and tenacious fighting spirit.

For a while, the battlefield was filled with shouts of killing, the sound of weapons clashing, and sparks flying, lighting up the dark night sky. Blood dyed the earth red, and the soldiers on both sides were ready to die, fighting to the last bit of their strength for their respective honor and beliefs.

This thrilling event not only demonstrated the resourcefulness and powerful strength of Gul'dan, the outstanding warlock, but also shocked the whole world. From this moment on, the contest between the two sides became more and more intense, and the direction of this war became complicated and confusing...

Under the command of Gul'dan, the orc warriors and ogre soldiers poured into Quel'Thalas like a tide, their eyes burning with the desire for victory and the enthusiasm for fighting. The sound of war drums, roars, and the collision of weapons intertwined together to form the background music of this brutal battle.

Although the high elves were somewhat caught off guard by the sudden enemy, they did not lose their courage and dignity.

On the walls of Silvermoon City, in the depths of the forest, and on every inch of land trodden by orcs, the high elf warriors stood up and defended every inch of their homeland with their bows, staffs and swords.

The elven wizards stood at the front line, waving their staffs and releasing brilliant magical light, trying to repel the orcs with arcane energy.

Fireballs, lightning, and frost arrows intertwined in the air to form a deadly magic net, but the orc warriors were not afraid. Relying on their tough bodies and fanatical fighting will, they broke through this magical defense line time and time again.