body, and gave him a new ferocious image.

Like a death hunter, with the chain armor decorated with skulls, the black spider-like battle helmet, and the battle spear slung behind him, he moved his hands, and sharp black metal claws stabbed from his fists.

Out, under the reflection of the black fire, what reflected in Fenris's eyes was a touch of fatal frost.

"In my name, the Thunderlord clan will participate in tonight's trial... Mannoroth, the Destroyer... In the name of Draenor..."

"You...are sentenced to death!"

Kilrogg. Deadeye moved his neck and finished what Fenris had not finished. Apparently, the old chief of the Bloodring Clan had accepted the gift of death just like his brother. The armor on his body was much better than that of Orgrim.

, appeared thinner and thinner, but the decoration on the black armor showed Kilrogg's fanatical pursuit of death.

After completing the Dead Eye Ritual, everyone in the Dead Eye family can see the illusion of death. This is an orc bloodline that pursues death. Now, he embraces death and draws new power from it.

Kilrogg reached out to Garrosh, who was half kneeling on the ground, and the latter handed him the hunting stick that belonged to Kilrogg. The moment the hunting stick returned to the owner's hand, black flames wrapped around it.

Add it to this hunting stick, making it more ferocious and deadly.

"The Blood Ring Clan...join this trial! We have been waiting for too long..."

"Wow"

A door filled with the power of death opened on the battlefield. Drek'Thar, the Death Sage with black strips on his eyes, wearing a set of black robes, holding a skeleton warhammer in one hand and a pale soul-inducing lamp in the other, emerged from

Slowly walking out of the fog of death, the seriously injured shaman who was supposed to be waiting for death in the ruins of Azshara seemed to have signed a contract with a certain being.

He "looked" at the unconscious Sal, and he let out a long sigh. This always wise shaman, this elder who single-handedly introduced Sal to the way of shamanism, was sweeping across the fallen leaves with a desolate voice like the autumn wind.

The voice said:

"The Frostwolf clan...is here! The trial...continues!"

Six death chiefs representing different clans surrounded the destroyer Maronos who no longer spoke wildly. The scorching temperature before this battlefield had become extremely cold due to the gathering of the power of death, and even the earth

There was a layer of frost and snow, and just before the final battle began, a cold wind blew across the battlefield. At the moment when the cold wind came, something like a shadow appeared in everyone's ears.

The same sound.

"The Shadowmoon clan... Ner'zhul... join the trial!"

The moment the sound appeared, Tyrande, the high priest of the moon who had just seriously injured the demon assassin Akali, suddenly raised her head. She could feel that a terrifying spirit appeared in the form of a will incarnation.

On this battlefield, even she felt trembling because of the death that filled the air.

For other people on the battlefield, a layer of dark fog has completely enveloped the area, and no one can see what is happening in the fog.

"In the name of Draenor orc civilization...Brothers, the curse of demon blood will end tonight, and the orcs will be truly free...just tonight..."

"The source of all evil, the beginning of disaster, it is right in front of you... Come, brothers, for the sins it has committed in the past... tear it apart!"

At the moment when the last battle of its life began, the destroyer Maronos raised his head with feeling. This ugly and ferocious demon had already felt that it was doomed tonight, but what it couldn't figure out was...

Who is in charge of all this?

And just when it raised its head, it saw... the mastermind behind all this.

The great lord Tyrion sat in the throne where the power of death gathered. Above the dark night sky, he crossed his legs very relaxedly and leaned on the back of the throne. He put his left hand on the armrest and tapped lightly with his fingers.

Ang Bing's blue eyes looked at the destroyer below. There was calmness and indifference in his eyes, like a god looking down on the world.

He casually threw the wine glass filled with fine wine in his right hand to the ground, as if he was saying goodbye to a corpse.

"Bang"

The wine glass filled with fine wine shattered at this moment, and the deep sound was like the last evening bell... ringing.

"Manoroth, the Destroyer..."
Chapter completed!