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

A few days later, just after the sun rose, a large army of orcs and ogres, led by a vanguard sent by Maim Blackhand, marched towards the land north of the Redridge Mountains.

In the early morning light, the orc army set out on the journey like an unstoppable torrent. Their steps were firm and powerful, and every step seemed to announce their determination and strength to the earth. The advance team, as the vanguard of this force, was composed of a group of brave and skilled orc warriors. They were dressed in heavy armor, holding sharp weapons, and their eyes were shining with the desire for victory and the excitement for unknown challenges.

Led by the advance team, the orc troops moved steadily along the winding mountain road towards the land north of the Red Ridge Mountains. Their figures stretched out in the morning light, like the shadow of a giant, covering this ancient and mysterious land. Along the way, there were lush trees and birds singing, but all of this could not distract the orc warriors. In their hearts, there was only the land waiting to be conquered ahead.

During the march, the orc troops showed amazing discipline and team spirit. They supported each other and faced the difficulties and obstacles on the road together. Whether it was a steep hillside or a turbulent river, they could not stop them from moving forward. The advance team set an example by bravely rushing to the front, paving the way for the follow-up troops and ensuring the safety and smoothness of the entire team.

Since the residents and soldiers of Redridge Mountains had all retreated to Stormwind City under the leadership of Mayor Solomon, the orc troops did not encounter any obstacles when passing through Redridge Mountains.

After several days of long journey, the orc army finally arrived at the northern foot of the Redridge Mountains, which is the Burning Plains in the game.

They knew there were no weak humans here anymore, but there might be other creatures.

Under the instruction of Chieftain Blackhand, they stopped to rest and prepare for the upcoming battle. In this strange land, they felt unprecedented challenges and opportunities. But no matter what awaits them ahead, the orc warriors are ready. They will conquer this land with fearless courage, firm belief and strong strength, and write their own legend.

On the vast, blazing burning plains, the orc troops are marching on the scorched earth. Their steps are a little heavy due to the long journey, but their eyes are still burning with unyielding flames. This land cursed by Ragnaros, the god of fire, has a layer of dark red smoke covering the sky forever, and the earth is covered with cracks and lava flows, as if every inch of land is telling a story of destruction and rebirth.

As the orcs were carefully crossing a crater that was about to erupt, a heavy metal collision and a low roar came from not far away. The orc warriors immediately became alert and quickly formed a defensive formation, with their weapons flashing coldly, ready to deal with the sudden threat. Soon, a group of dark iron dwarves wearing dark iron armor and with resolute faces appeared in their sight. They held huge war hammers and shields, exuding the breath of battle, and were obviously frequent visitors to this dangerous place.

At first, both sides were wary of each other. The orcs were wary of the greedy and powerful Dark Iron Dwarves in the legend, while the Dark Iron Dwarves were also surprised and wary of the orcs' arrival. However, after a brief silence, an experienced orc leader stepped forward and broke the deadlock with his deep voice: "We are an orc tribe from afar, seeking a new home and peace. In this land cursed by fire, perhaps we can have a common enemy."

The leader of the Dark Iron Dwarves, an old warrior with white beard and deep eyes, nodded slowly after hearing this.

He said: "Please wait a moment, I need to report this to our Emperor Thaurissan."

In the capital of the Dark Iron Dwarves, the Heart of Flame, the towering Molten Furnace emits a fiery glow, illuminating the entire palace as bright as day. Inside the palace, the atmosphere is solemn and dignified. Emperor Thaurissan, the supreme ruler of the Dark Iron Dwarves, sits on a throne carefully crafted from dark iron, looking at the high-ranking nobles and generals standing below with a sharp gaze.

"Everyone," said Emperor Thaurissan in a deep and powerful voice, echoing in every corner of the palace. "Recently, we have received reports from the border of the Burning Plains. A tribe of orcs from afar is crossing the land cursed by the God of Fire and approaching us."

The Dark Iron Dwarves in the hall exchanged surprised and wary looks upon hearing this. They were both in awe and wary of the orcs. These powerful warriors were well-known on the continent, and their arrival was undoubtedly a major test for the Dark Iron Dwarf territory.

"Emperor," an elderly noble, holding a scepter inlaid with gems, spoke slowly, "Orcs are known for their bravery. Their arrival is undoubtedly a great threat to us. However, we cannot ignore that in this land abandoned by the God of Fire, we are also facing endless threats from the Land of Fire. Perhaps it would be a wise choice to form an alliance with the orcs and fight against those terrifying creatures from the underground together."

Another young general, wearing dark iron armor and with a fighting spirit in his eyes, added: "Emperor, we Dark Iron Dwarves are never afraid of fighting, but if we can join forces with the orcs, it will undoubtedly greatly enhance our strength. I propose that we send envoys to contact the orcs to explore the possibility of an alliance."

Emperor Thaurissan nodded slightly, with a trace of deep thought in his eyes. "Your suggestions are all reasonable, but we must act with caution. Although the orcs are strong, their temperaments are unpredictable, and we must ensure that our interests are not harmed. Let me personally select a capable delegation to go to the Burning Plains to make initial contact and negotiate with the orcs. At the same time, strengthen the border defenses just in case."

Following the Emperor's decision, the Dark Iron Dwarves in the hall nodded in agreement and began to prepare for the upcoming diplomatic and military operations. In the depths of the Flame Heart, Emperor Thaurissan's eyes pierced through the flames, as if he had seen the glorious future of forming an alliance with the orcs to jointly resist the threat of the Fire Land.

Soon, Emperor Thaurissan sent General Angfer to negotiate with the orcs.

In front of Chieftain Blackhand, General Angerfor responded in a steady voice: "We are the Dark Iron Dwarves. Although we have lost ourselves in greed, facing a common threat, we are willing to put aside our prejudices and fight alongside you."