The Minotaur sat cross-legged in a dark green, barbed cage of magical energy, and he looked up at Marton's starry sky, and for a moment he was as quiet as a poet.

There is no day and night in this ghost place, no matter when, every time you look up, you can see the starry sky and the green light curtain, in this place, the time is determined by the biological clock and the alchemy clock hanging in the camp, so for those bastards who have irregular schedules, this place is simply hell, Gamore has seen at least 3 guys commit suicide because of irregular work and rest, plus excessive pressure.

Due to its special environment, and the existence of demons all over here, Marton is very unfriendly to normal creatures, and the existence of the demon force field that envelops the entire continent will make mortals feel anxious and have a bad situation with a great change in temperament, this is not a place for mortal creatures to survive, but compared to the great use of the cannon fodder army at a critical moment, such a small problem was collectively ignored by Illidare.

Gammor regretted it the day after he was sent to Marton through Draenor's large legion portal, and he looked forward to all the gods he knew, with great sincerity, and if he could give him a chance to do it again, even if that damn goblin cheated him out of everything, he would just laugh and send him away, instead of angrily snatching all the money from the bastard and stabbing him again, only to send himself to hell with that angry stab.

Yes, if there really is hell in the world, then it must be in Marton.

In the last few days, the scenery of the Golden Plains has constantly appeared in Gamor's mind, the scenery that he was once completely tired of seeing, now he thinks about it so peacefully, so fascinating, if he hadn't been tired of the life of the village guards, he went to the big city alone, maybe now, he has his own family, maybe there will be a few lovely children, but now, he can only sit in the cold magic cage, waiting for his own judgment.

Gamore knew what he would be treated for, he had seen the cruel Illidare punish those who disobeyed orders more than once, most of the time, he would be put into death squads, participate in the last battle, and survive to be exonerated if he survived, and in a few cases, he would be used as bait to attract demons, to hunt some special breed of demons, and provide ambush opportunities for demon hunters.

Yes, Marton's demons are indeed cunning and insidious, but in Gamor's eyes, the Illidares who have blinded their eyes and used their demonic powers against demons are no different from those demons, they are even more cruel and cunning than demons, they are almost like natural enemies.

But to usher in death so soon, it is not necessarily a bad thing for the Minotaur If he can leave Marton and return to his hometown, now Gammor is willing to pay any price, even if it is death, he really doesn't want to stay in the ghost place of Marton for a second, it is really too torturous, he would rather go back to Orgrimmar to do hard labor, but unfortunately, the hard labor that was once feared like a tiger is now an unattainable dream for him.

"Is Gamor! still alive?"

A deep voice sounded beside him, and Gamore turned his head to see that it was a robed Breaker shaman, standing outside the cage with a staff, looking at him indifferently with godless eyes, as if looking at a corpse, Gamor looked at the shatterer's demon-like appearance, which was severely distorted by demonic energy, and finally nodded,

"Well, I'm Gamor, and the trial is down?"

"Hehe, do you want to die so much?"

The Breaker Shaman sneered and took out a key from his arms, opened the door of the magic cage, and scolded impatiently, "Get out of here, someone wants to see you!"

The Breakers, who had submitted to the brutal rule of the Outlands, were never of good nature, and after arming their faithless minds with fanatical vengeance, the Breakers became one of the indispensable backbones of Illidan's command, and their leader is said to know that Akama was Illidan's right-hand man, and that Gamor had no intention of offending the shaman, so he quickly escaped from his cage and walked to the reception room next to the cell at Despair Ridge under the shaman's impatient guidance.

As soon as he entered the door, Gammor heard a familiar voice, a voice that he could never forget, it was that voice that sent him into this hell, anger broke through all Gamor's sanity at this moment, he casually picked up a sharp volcanic stone from the side, his eyes were red, and he rushed into the reception room in anger, but at the gate, he was pressed to the ground by Tony Twin Teeth and the ogre Grock, left and right, unable to move.

At this time, the conversation inside the hall continued.

"I'm sorry, Lady Sylvanas, I can't leave my mission behind and accompany you to a worthless place, you know, I have an order from my master that I must find something vital for my master in the shortest possible time, and now I have to set out to find them, so you can't wait another three days! I swear I'll be back in three days!"

Dressed in a black hunting suit, Sen Xia looked very capable, but he was a little anxious now, and the things that Dick ordered finally improved, and Major Bud, who was far away on the other side of the Marton Continent, had just sent back clues about the demonic assassin Akali and the pair of magic daggers that terrified the demons, and as a result, another trouble disrupted his plan, and the most terrible thing was that in the face of this peerless stunner in front of him, Sen Xia not only did not dare to have the slightest neglect, but also did not dare to rise up even a little blasphemy.

As a subordinate who dealt with Dick quite a lot, Senxia was well aware of some of the past stories of his master and the Ranger General in front of him, although there was no obvious evidence that Master Dick had a deeper relationship with her, but even a little possibility was enough for Senxia to raise a 12-point vigilance against Sylvanas.

Sylvanas, who was dressed in a hunting suit and carried a war bow, looked at the old pirate in front of her with an unusually indifferent look, she knew that Senxia was Dick's subordinate, but also out of a special mentality, she was unwilling to raise Dick's name to suppress this old slippery head, but unfortunately the current situation has made Sylvanas a little impatient, she brought her sister from Azeroth to this hell full of demons, not to see Senxia play treasures.

"That's enough! Captain Senxia, Dick promised me! He said I'd find traces of my missing relatives here, but I waited seven days and got only a badge! I don't even know if my sister is dead or alive! Now, now! I have to go find her!"

"For the emblem in your hand, we have paid at least 200 lives!

As soon as Senxia waved his hand, it seemed that he was about to stop this meaningless argument, and Wenlesa Windranger, who was sitting next to the Ranger General, also stood up at this time, stood aside with his sister, and stared at Senxia in front of him, "You're a pirate, right? You pursue profit, it's your nature, take us to Niskara, find the traces of the eldest sister, and Dalaran's treasure house will be open for you!"

Wen Leisa's words made Luo Ning, who was sitting next to her, suddenly grinned into a bitter melon face, and his wife was desperate to save her sister, but Dalaran's treasure house, magic is on it, even if Luo Ning is already the leader of Dalaran, that place is not something he can open to a stranger casually, not to mention that it is still a pirate, but in front of outsiders, Luo Ning still has to support his wife's face, so he knocked on the table seriously and whispered,

"You'll still reap Dalaran's friendship!Dark Lord Senxia, you don't want to miss it, do you?"

Senxia's expression changed slightly, he reached out and gave his bow tie, and finally gritted his teeth, stretched out his fingers and snapped his fingers, the door of the reception room was pushed open, Grok and Tony pressed the angry Gamore and walked in, Senxia pointed to the minotaur whose mouth was sealed with a strip of cloth and said,

"How to put it, I and you are lucky, my subordinates have found a fighter for you, and he has been active in that area for the past half a month, so theoretically, he is more suitable than me as a guide to believe me, and the honest Mori Xia never lies!"

Saying this, Senxia waved his hand towards his dog's leg, and the two of them immediately let go of the strip of cloth in Gamor's mouth, and then they heard the minotaur roar and curse the words he had hidden in the deepest part of his heart,

"Bastard! you bastard! I'm going to kill you, let me go, I'm going to kill you! You've tricked me into this damn hell! I swear! I swear with everything I have, I'll kill you, Dark Lord! You'd better not let me leave Marton alive, or I'll kill you!"

"Uh, there's a slight misunderstanding between me and him!"

Senxia touched his chin in embarrassment, his eyes rolling wildly, and he exclaimed, "But I'm sure it won't affect his honesty and reliability in leading the way for you!

After speaking, Senxia turned his head and stared at Gamor viciously, the latter also stared at him with red eyes, the Dark Lord who had been strengthened by the power of thunder also had some special skills, his mouth did not move, but the voice appeared in Gamor's ears,

"Shut up, you idiot! Your 107th Wing was ambushed by demons 10 minutes ago and wiped out, which means that you were the only one who survived the 2,343 villains I sent, but remember, if I hadn't begged Chief Kane Sunfury to postpone your execution for 4 hours, you'd be one of those corpses by now, and I saved your life, you know? Bastard, we're even!"

When Gammor heard the news of the annihilation of his wing, the expression on his face loosened, he and those scum were not friendly at all, but to be honest, according to Gamor's understanding of the decree of Despair Ridge, Senxia may not really be lying, it was indeed because of him that he survived, but this could not be a reason for him to forgive Senxia, just when he was about to have another wave of scolding, the Dark Lord's next sentence came to his ears,

"Listen to me, stupid cow! I don't care if you're dead or alive, you malicious scum and bad breeds should have died a long time ago, but I know that the biggest dream of any bastard thrown into this hellish place is to escape from Marton, but unfortunately the distance from Azeroth is only measured by the gods, so if you want to escape, die! But my master and I are both merciful, and now I have a good opportunity for you, to take these three great men to Niskara, where you have been staying for the last 10 days, take them there, and then come back with them, and if you are lucky enough, I will guarantee that you leave Marton alive when this work is done!"

Senxia's words caused a storm in Gamor's heart, to be honest, from Gamor's Laimadon to the present, he only saw a steady stream of villains being sent to this hell, but he didn't see even one person leave alive, not even such a legend, and now Senxia said that he had a chance to get out of here Even if Senxia is a bastard, an out-and-out bad seed, and a guy who should have died a long time ago, but in the dark world, "honest Dark Lord" This sentence is not a joke He really didn't fool anyone, and although most of the time he used language traps to get those idiots to jump in on their own, he was notoriously honest.

After thinking about it, the desire to live finally overwhelmed hatred, and more importantly, as early as after the end of the first battle with the demon, he understood a truth, in this hell, anger will only make things worse, and only calmness can win a glimmer of life, so the minotaur gasped and lowered his voice,

"I'm going back to Azeroth!Otherwise, I won't go!The 107 Coalition is gone! I'm the only one who knows what they're looking for, and I'm not afraid to tell you! Senxia, I've found the emblem in their hands! I'm the only one who knows that place!"

The Dark Lord's eyes narrowed at this moment, like when Dick was angry, and Gamore suddenly felt like he was entangled in a poisonous snake, but after 5 seconds, Senxia reached out and helped him untie the rope on his body, and then patted him on the shoulder,

"Don't think about going back to Azeroth, the king of the outer lands won't let you go back, any life is precious, I can guarantee that you will go back to Draenor alive, maybe you can be transferred to the rear of Nagrand to enjoy the blessings, so don't give me an inch, Gamor, you and I both know, this is already the real bottom line!"

The minotaur gritted his teeth, "Okay! I'll take them to Niskara, but that hell place."

"Okay, don't worry, even if you face 10,000 demons, these three are capable enough to take you out, provided you don't give up your feet first, by the way, don't say I don't take care of you, protect Lady Sylvanas, even if you die, protect her, if you are really a lucky one, maybe even if you die, you can live again,"

Senxia reached out and patted Gamor's shoulder, as if to express friendliness, his voice was strange and mysterious,

"After doing this, we are truly our own people, remember, Gamor, we are serving the supreme power, so loyalty is the only thing we can do our hands, only loyalty, and only loyalty to work hard, if you don't want to die in any corner, this is your last hope!"