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

Under the vast skyline of the Badlands, the ancient stone gate of Uldaman stands tall, like a monument that stands in the river of time. The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the stone gate, giving it a layer of golden glory, but this tranquility is about to be broken.

At the gate of Uldaman, the coalition forces of orcs, ogres and dark iron dwarves gathered like a tide, forming an impenetrable black barrier. They stood shoulder to shoulder, forming a dense battle formation, like an insurmountable steel wall.

The orc warriors were wearing heavy animal skin armor, holding sharp weapons, their faces were covered with battle paint, and their eyes were shining with the desire for victory. They let out a low and powerful roar, like a beast announcing its territory in the jungle. In their team, there were also some huge orc warriors, holding huge battle axes or maces, as if they could destroy any obstacles in front of them with one blow.

The Dark Iron Dwarves wore armor made of dark iron, and their faces were full of traces of time and the glory of battle. They held muskets and cannons, and these weapons flashed coldly in their hands, as if they would spew out deadly flames at any time. The eyes of the Dark Iron Dwarves were full of cunning and greed, and they were eager to seize more wealth and power from Uldaman.

In front of the coalition, Orgrim, Rend Blackhand, the Dark Iron Dwarf General Angerfor, the puppet commander Agmanch and other generals stood on high ground, waving their weapons and shouting deafening battle cries, inspiring the soldiers to charge forward. Their voices echoed in the empty wilderness, as if announcing their arrival to the whole world.

As the generals gave their orders, the orcs, ogres and dark iron dwarves began to move forward, their steps were neat and powerful, like a moving fortress. At the moment of attack, they stopped and lined up neatly at the gate of Uldaman, like a shocking war painting.

The air was filled with tension and oppression, as if time had frozen at this moment. The ancient stone gate of Uldaman stood there quietly, as if waiting for the upcoming challenge. The orcs and the Dark Iron dwarves were ready to launch this fateful attack.

In the deep and mysterious Uldaman cave, the dim lights barely illuminated the intricate passages and dense traps. The air was filled with thick smoke and the smell of blood. A fierce battle broke out between the orcs and the Dark Iron Dwarves and the dwarves of the Odda tribe, and the battle was fiercely staged in this ancient and mysterious relic.

At this time, deep in the dark and intricate caves of Uldaman, the tense atmosphere almost froze into ice. A weak beam of light penetrated the cracks in the rocks, barely illuminating this ancient and mysterious battlefield. The Dark Iron Dwarves, wearing heavy armor forged from dark iron, had cold faces and the flame of revenge burning in their eyes. They lined up in a row, facing the line of the Ordah tribe dwarves.

"You hypocritical dwarves of the Ordah tribe!" The Dark Iron Dwarf's General Angerfor's voice was rough and full of anger, echoing in the cave like thunder. "Do you think you can escape the wrath of us Dark Iron Dwarves by hiding in the ruins of the Titans?"

His eyes were like burning coals, flashing with hatred, and every word he said was like a seed of hatred dug from the depths of his heart, trying to take root and sprout in this land. His fingers were tightly grasping a huge black iron warhammer, with complex runes carved on the hammer head, as if it contained ancient and powerful magic.

"You betrayed our common ancestors and tarnished the glory of the dwarves!" he continued, his voice full of painful memories of the past and firm determination for the future, "You robbed our wealth and tampered with history, but the truth can never be covered up!"

The surrounding Dark Iron Dwarves roared in low pitch, their emotions ignited by the words of their leader, and anger spread among them like wildfire. The weapons in their hands reflected a cold light in the sun, each of them was eager to drink blood, and each of them represented their endless hatred for the Dwarves of the Orda tribe.

"Today, we came here not only to take back what belongs to us," General Angerfor's voice became more passionate, "but also to show you the fate of betrayers!"

He raised his warhammer high, as if to signal a declaration of war, and the surrounding Dark Iron Dwarves also raised their weapons, ready to face the upcoming battle. Their eyes were full of determination and strength, as if at this moment, all the hatred and pain had turned into motivation for the battle.

The dwarves of the Ordah tribe stood opposite them, their faces firm and unflinching. They knew that this battle was not only to defend Uldaman, but also to maintain their own honor and beliefs.

Although the rage of the Dark Iron Dwarves is like a raging flame, the dwarves of the Ordah tribe are also ready. They will meet this fateful challenge with courage and wisdom.

As the momentum of both sides reaches its peak, a fierce battle is about to break out in this ancient land, and the outcome of this battle will determine the future fate between the two dwarf tribes.

The orcs, ogres, and the Dark Iron Dwarves charged through the narrow passage with their natural savagery and strength. They wielded huge battle axes and maces, and each swing was accompanied by a deafening roar, as if to collapse the entire cave. Their roars echoed in the cave, like wild beasts looking for prey in the dark.

The dwarves of the Oda tribe, relying on their superb forging skills and indomitable will, fought a desperate battle with the orcs under the command of Malkam. They held heavy shields and sharp axes, and used terrain and traps to resist the attacks of the orcs. The fighting style of the dwarves was steady and powerful. They were good at finding the enemy's flaws in close combat and delivering a fatal blow.

During the battle, both sides showed amazing courage and perseverance. The orcs charged forward recklessly, trying to overwhelm their opponents with their strength. The dwarves stood their ground, using their tenacity and skill to resist the orcs' onslaught.

The battle in the cave was extremely brutal, with each clash accompanied by the harsh sound of metal colliding and the cruel scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere. Soldiers from both sides kept falling, but more people rushed forward to continue this endless battle.

During the battle, the mechanisms of the Titan ruins are constantly triggered, releasing powerful energy and dangerous traps.