"Ahhhh!"

Gul'dan, who no longer cared about hiding his strength and pretending to be weak, waved his arms and smashed the dead body from behind to the ground. He held a short orc knife in his hand, waved it with his bare force, and chopped down the other orc's corpse.

The long-term infiltration of evil energy made his fully extended body full of violent muscles and his strength was greater than that of ordinary orcs. It is said that when the orcs were still trapped in the world of Draenor, Gul'dan was also a "warrior".

But as a spellcaster, they are not good at stimulating melee attacks. With Gul'dan's brute force, they are barely able to deal with several corpses. But as Glokush rushed up with a battle axe behind him, Gul'dan no longer cared about these crazy corpses. He jumped on his own, which was also polluted by evil energy, and his fur turned into dark green, and turned around and ran away!

Miserable, crazy and vicious.

"Boom boom"

The corpses closest to him exploded under the dark command of the Death Knight, and the blood and flesh were scattered in all directions. The disease hidden in it was infectious in the dark night. However, even though it was imprisoned with magic power, as a demonic skin unique to a warlock, it still helped Gul'dan block most of the disease, which made his escape a little smoother.

Amid the rushing fires of the burning forest around, Gul'dan's war wolves fled all the way, splashing smoke and flying ashes behind him. Behind him, the death knight Glokush rode a skeleton war horse and chased him reluctantly. In the sky, Terion and Luminas called another white-bone griffin. They held war bows and blocked the escaped warlock from the sky.

"This shame..."

Gul'dan pressed his teeth and lay his body tightly on the war wolf, struggling to avoid the sharp arrows shot from the sky. He urged the reins frantically, and his heart was full of humiliation and resentment.

His estimate was wrong. In the magic explosion that tore a small town before, Banty Renore's barrier had been broken. With his own experience, he believed that such damage could not be restored in a short period of time, which made him dare to enter the barrier.

But the powerful magic civilization of the high elves was like a slap in the face, throwing it on the warlock. The big explosion did not destroy the rune stone. It only required a simple reset to re-establish the barrier. Dasrema, who had been dead for nearly 3,000 years, left behind the ancient wisdom left by the Sun Chaser, thousands of years later, once again forced the enemy of Quel'thalas into a desperate situation.

"Buzz"

The battle bow carved with the blood rune was pulled up again, Luminas looked at the warlock running in the darkness below, and she whispered:

"Look, he ran so fast."

"Let him run away, he doesn't know what's waiting for him in front of him."

Terion's eyes were cold. In his blood-red eyes, everything in the night seemed to be covered with a layer of blood-colored halo. Nothing could stop his gaze. He looked up and saw that in the darkness in the distance, a black dot was approaching quickly.

"Serent, shoot him!"

Terion's voice sounded in the ears of the Death Knight who was coming from behind. Serent, who was riding on the bone griffin, nodded silently. On the smoothly flying griffin, he pulled up the battle bow, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the orc warlocks running all the way ahead. On the two griffins behind him, four dark rangers also raised their battle bows.

The entire staff of the Dark Blade Knights arrived, and the front and back sides surrounded each other, like a truly closed net, trapping Gul'dan in it.

"Swoosh swish swish swish swish swish swish"

The sound of the broken wind of the broken wind with the runes carved into the dark sounded so tingling that Gul'dan didn't even have time to look up, and his prediction of danger made him jump off the fast-moving warrior wolf wildly and rolled on the ground for a few rounds.

When his whole body was stained with ashes and raised his head, he saw the running evil warrior, who was being hit by the thirsty of arrows and raindrops from the front, becoming a sieve.

The huge warrior was nailed to the ground full of ashes, and the smelly blood was splashed everywhere. The blood was invaded in the black ashes, and a bad picture was drawn on the ground. Looking at the scene of blood flowing, Gul'dan tightened the cane and short knife in his hand. He seemed to see his ending in the blood.

"Bang"

Behind him, the silent orc death knight turned over and dismounted. Terion and Luminas also manipulated the griffin and slowly fell to the ground. In front of him, Terion, who had drawn out the rune sword, exuded murderous aura all over his body. The four elves dark rangers dispersed and pointed the bone arrows in his hand at the surrounded warlock.

"All deception, all destruction, all nightmare caused by your own hands... It's time to end, Gul'dan, my dear leader of the Shadow Council, it's time to end!"

Glokush. The black hand pulled out the cold battle axe behind him, and his dark eyes stared at Gul'dan in front of him:

"When you're dying, do you have anything else to say?"

"Who are you!"

Under the suppression of Bantyrenore's barrier, Gul'dan twitched the extremely obscure magic in his body with difficulty, just like squeezing out a little water from the desert. The shadow behind him condensed, and the scale was less than one-tenth of that.

He looked at the black hand that was slowly approaching, and his blood-red eyes were beating and questioning:

"All orc souls are loyal to Orgrim, you are not the warlock of the Shadow Council... Who are you? I think you... are very familiar!"

"Did you forget me so soon?"

Glokush held the battle axe tightly in both hands, and the ashes under his feet turned outward, making him look like a human-shaped tank wrapped in dark red mist. He rushed towards Gul'dan, holding the battle axe in his hand high and slashed it hard.

"Bang"

The skeleton cane in Gul'dan's hand was completely shattered by this blow, and the huge force threw the warlock back. Before he could stand firm, Terion's heavy sword hit him hard behind him. The demon's skin was cut, and the blood splattered, and the warlock fell to the ground.

"You bewitched me and destroyed our civilization with your own hands! You killed our world with your own hands! You brought my tribe into the stupidest madness! Now... you still ask me who I am!"

"Clang"

"Ahhhh!"

The black-handed battle axe slashed on Gul'dan's left arm frantically. Amid the warlock's screams, the left arm that was still struggling and beating flew into the dark sky. The arm wrapped in finely shattered demonic scales hit the ground. Five bloody fingers were covered with burning ashes from the forest. It was still twitching nervously, as if representing the warlock's unwillingness and despair.

The scorching and smelly demon blood splattered on Black Hand's face, making the dead face re-written with hideousness.

The undead fire that thrust in his eyes represents Glokush's anger and murderous intent.

"I am the black hand! Gul'dan, I am the great chief who was betrayed by you! I crawled out of hell... for you!"

"Die!"

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Almost when Gul'dan's life was on the verge of his head, another group of people rushed to the place where he was ambushed as quickly as possible.

Although Orgrim's meaning was clear and he could kill Guldan when Sarufal felt that it was appropriate, in this dark night, the Orcs' Guldan team still appeared in the team to rescue Guldan.

Orc warlocks can die after the end of this invasion war, but it cannot be now. The resumption of the barrier has represented the betrayal of the death knights led by Terion, which is equivalent to the initiative in the battlefield of Quelthalas being transferred to the elves, and the tribe is trapped in the magic net. In this case, Sarufal needs Gul'dan to untie the barrier for the tribe.

This is not the most important thing!

The most important thing is that if Gul'dan died unknown, the loss of the leader's robbery clan may become a hidden danger and it will be difficult for Chief Orgrim to successfully take over.

This is an unbearable result for Sarufar.

"Hurry!"

He held the battle axe and shouted to Zulushid, who was manipulating the young dragon beside him:

"Let your dragon fly faster!"

Faced with this order, the chief of the Dragon Throat clan endured the pain in his body. The magic power that was suppressed to the extreme was restless. He retorted:

"The barriers of these mad elves can even be suppressed by dragon fire. Are you uncomfortable if you don't see this dragon? If you force it, it will go crazy!"

The full suppression of the Bantyrenore barrier is powered by the Sun Well. With the power of the young dragon, there is no way to resist this suppression. If it were not for Zulushid's forced control, the young dragon would not be willing to step into this place.

"I said it! Speed ​​up!"

Sarufal turned his head and stared at the reluctant chief. The eyes in his eyes had turned blood red, and a violent force was beating on his body:

"I don't care about the conflict between you and Gul'dan! I said, he can't die now! Speed ​​me up! Do you want to disobey my orders? Do you want to disobey the will of the chief?"

This merciless reprimand made Zulushid feel so angry that his teeth were itchy, but after a moment, he tightened the reins of the young dragon, waved the whip in his hand, and the young dragon wailed amid the whistle, but the speed also increased significantly.

Sarufal looked at the burning forest in the distance, and for the first time in his heart he hoped that Gul'dan would survive...even though he also hated the warlock very much.

Just as Sarufal and Zulushid dared to rescue Guldan as quickly as possible, in the position behind the tribe, the huge two-headed ogre Gugar, stroked his chin with thick fingers, um, the chin on his right head.

In the dark night before him, the elf rune stone floating in the air was so dazzling and so attractive.

"Do we want to save him? (Gul'dan is useless! The Death Knight sets a trap, and Sarufal can't save him!"

"But Gul'dan promised us that he would take us to find the power of the gods... (Do you really believe in him? That power is not worth mentioning compared to the shadows we serve!)"

"But the master's order is to let the tribe continue to disrupt the order of the world. If Gul'dan dies... (Then we will come in person! Gul'dan is just a devil's lackey. We can do better what he can do!)"

"Why do you always sing against me? (Because you are stupid, you can't understand the master's true intention at all!"

Yes, this weird ogre is arguing...

Gugar's two heads, Gugar and Gar are arguing with each other. The two thinking and two ideas are colliding wildly, but unfortunately, they can only use words to attack each other, which makes both sides helpless about each other.

The ogre sat in the dark night, and the noisy quarrel could not attract the attention of the members of the Twilight Hammer clan behind him. They were used to the neurotic nature of the patriarch. They also knew very well about this situation of quarrel with themselves. Anyway, there would always be a clear command in the end.

"Buzz"

Just as Gugal's two heads were arguing, a strange shadow rose from the dark night of Quel'thalas. It quickly enveloped Gugal like a pair of hands, bringing a command of a dark existence.

Gugar also calmed down at this moment. He stood up, half-kneeled sincerely in the darkness, listening to the sounds in the shadows. After a moment, his two heads nodded at the same time.

"Yes, Master! (We will do it!"

The shadow in the darkness faded away quickly, Gugar moved his arms, turned his head, and three eyes searched among the clan members behind him. Finally, he shouted in a deep voice:

"The tribe will encounter failure! (This is the owner's will, chaos and disaster!)"

"The world order will be reshuffled! (One step closer to the great and equal Twilight moment!)"

He looked at the scorched earth near the rune stone behind him, and his eyes were beating with a hint of viciousness and expectation.

"The orcs cannot be allowed to unify the world! (The peaceful world will have no place for shadows...)"

"We want to deceive Gul'dan, he will live humbly! (Let him steal the tribe's victory! Let him steal the Orgrim's victory!)"

"The angry demon and orc will grit their teeth and wish to tear him apart! (When he is desperate, he will definitely realize the greatness of his master and become a member of us!"
Chapter completed!