Reborn as Hokage, I am actually a god

The land of Draenor, with its decaying yellow sand and gloomy sky, is like a desert with no green plants at all.

A hurricane with a scorching breath blew past, and the turbid air was enough to suffocate ordinary people. The desolate world, with no new plants growing, was full of white giant dead bones. The destruction of the ecological chain caused the world to rapidly... into a state of deathly silence.

The stars in the sky were looming, and the huge sun looked dim under the cover of yellow sand. A melodious and thick horn sound drifted into the distance along with the wind from the earth.

Huge figures, one after another, through the flying dust in the sky, covering their eyes and noses with thigh-like arms, heading in the same direction against the retrograde wind.

Huge green humanoid figures, they are generally more than two meters tall, with explosive muscles bulging all over their bodies. Even the female creature that can be distinguished at a glance among them has a burly figure that completely exceeds that of a human warrior.

There were all kinds of weapons, and from time to time some of the more burly guys would ride huge wargs of different fur colors on their crotches.

The heavy footsteps made a crackling sound on the barren land. It was obviously dry. The cracked land was only bearing their solid weight, and every step left a mark on their hometown. He left heavy footprints.

A huge bolt of silver lightning flashed across the gloomy sky like the beginning of the world, and the white light reflected these burly warriors.

"That means..." The red-skinned giant looked up at the sky in astonishment.

Driven by a mysterious force, the mud-like clouds were like a tornado, gathering toward a certain place with a purpose.

"Durotan, this terrifying power seems to be Gul'dan using another spell!"

Durotan did not answer the sudden voice, but looked into the distance with complicated eyes. His pure blue eyes reflected the scene in the distance, and the energy of the entire Draenor world seemed to be gathering there.

Durotan squirmed, and the wind and sand blew over his two well-kept braids, floating in the wind on his broad and thick chest. His two arms, as thick as cow legs, were tied in circles. Decorated with animal teeth, around the waist is a gray animal skin belt thick enough to cover the entire belly.

A pair of big hands like cattail fans, carrying a giant ax that is half the height of a human being. As the chief of the orc Frostwolf clan, young Durotan moved his body like a hill and walked slowly to his beloved white giant wolf. Beside him, he reached out and gently stroked his partner's soft hair.

"Orgrim, I always feel that the destruction of Draenor is inseparable from that guy Gul'dan."

Orgrim looked slightly startled, "Durotan, are you overthinking it? Why does an orc have the power to destroy the world?" Orgrim, who is relatively smaller in size, also has various fangs hanging on his body. Although his body is not as burly as Durotan's, anyone who dares to look down upon him should ask if the sledgehammer in his hand is as heavy as half his body. As a well-known warrior among the orcs, he and Durotan The strength of the two can be said to be incomparable.

As the two of them talked along the way, the destination of this gathering was getting closer and closer, and the orcs around them began to get denser.

In order to show their strength, the elite warriors of each clan beat their chests hard or let out deafening roars.

But whether they were demonstrating or fighting with each other because they didn't like each other, when they saw Durotan's two figures, their pupils shrank and stopped what they were doing. They all seemed to see something terrifying. Generally, they spread out in all directions like water waves. They all made way for these two fanged figures.

"There are a lot of clans coming this time!" Durotan glanced around, "Shattered Palm, Black Stone, Warsong, Shadow Moon...almost all the big clans are here."

"Ah!" Orgrim took over the words calmly, "After all, the world is about to be destroyed. If everyone wants to continue to survive, who dares to ignore the call of Chief Blackhand and Gul'dan."

Just as the two were talking, a larger and burlier figure was slowly walking towards the two of them. It was an orc that was completely wrapped in iron armor. It was covered with a huge war hammer that had dried up and solidified into brown blood spots, highlighting his Incomparably powerful.

A face full of coldness and ferocity told these orcs how hard he was to be trifled with.

When he appeared, he was like a sharp sword, chopping open all the unruly orcs. He was unparalleled in his powerful momentum and exuded the ferocity that belongs only to the orcs. The orcs around him would have been stunned if they had only taken a few steps back. He was almost suffocated by the terrifying aura of bloody murder on his body, and his suppressed breathing was afraid of affecting this monster among monsters.

Durotan and Orgrim naturally felt the oncoming momentum. They quickly lowered their heads and beat their chests with their right hands to show respect.

"Chief Blackhand!"

"Frost Wolf Clan, since you are here, go and find a seat in the north!" Black Hand glanced at the two of them indifferently and left directly.

For the only destroyer among the many tribes of orcs who could suppress them, Warchief Blackhand, Durotan and Orrim naturally did not dare to resist his arrangement. They looked at each other and walked towards the north. .

"woo woo woo woo......"

The long and thick horn sounds again, like a call from ancient times. At this time of destruction and rebirth, it seems to be mourning for this homeland, and it seems to be launching a charge for the upcoming new journey.

Countless orcs, mainly green, began to gather in the open space in front of the huge door that shot straight into the sky.

The seemingly vast open space was surrounded by figures like a tide, and the weak orcs couldn't even get close to the gate. The orcs, who are pursuing natural selection, are eliminating the weaker tribesmen all the time.

Wearing a black burqa, Gul'dan was hunched over, leaning on a skull staff, only revealing a pair of evil red eyes, standing quietly on the stone steps in front of the huge door, with a huge bone spur protruding from his back. , there are also several dry snow-white skulls stuck on it, all showing the horror and evil after being corroded by evil energy.

But even so, he has surpassed his mentor Ner'zhul, and is now the true ruler of the orcs, Gul'dan, powerful and mysterious.

When the world was about to fall into destruction, when the earth lacked enough food, and when the orcs were about to face extinction, he responded to the prayers of all the tribesmen as a shaman and a prophet of the orcs.

Gul'dan suddenly inserted the staff full of evil aura into the stone steps. Compared to the noisy square, the sound was inaudible, but it made hundreds of thousands of orcs stop like the gears of fate.

Gul'dan squirmed slightly with his big mouth full of fangs, and an evil wave spread in all directions.

"The world is going to be destroyed! But the great orcs will once again exude the glory of the tribe in the new world!"

His voice revealed a strangeness, like the temptation of a devil, seducing the innate violence in the orcs, making all the orcs present go crazy.

"Oooooo!"

Countless orcs raised their weapons and roared wildly. A desolation and madness that seemed to come from the wilderness responded to Gul'dan's words.