It is not a comfortable thing to travel in this environment, the stones above the head are accompanied by huge vibrations, and if you are not careful, they will fall on everyone's bodies, and the smell of the cave is simply disgusting, and it is definitely a mental pollution. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Under the treatment of Dick's qualitative light, Liadrin's arm has regained sensation and her physical strength has recovered somewhat, but she still needs someone to help her move, and Gianna, who has the original flow, has recovered her mental power very quickly, Darth has lost her weapon, but at least the scars on her body are no longer bleeding, Kanressad is still half-dead, and Verinde can only let the two slightly injured dire wolves carry him and the unconscious Demitil.

The crowd simply cleaned up, and under the leadership of Dick, continued to advance deeper into the cave.

But less than five minutes after they left, a tall figure walked into the cave, and behind this figure, the cave was crowded into a behemoth, which seemed to be a young dragon, but it was not like any color of red, black, blue, and green, but rather a rather strange multicolor,

The tall orc bent down and touched the stone wall of the cave, and the scorched black left on the wall by the light spell made the orc snort coldly, he grabbed the blood-red knife behind his back, and strode into the darkness.

He walked very fast, the armor on his body clashing back and forth as he walked, making a clicking sound, and the darkness full of danger could not change his expression even a little, and the darkness seemed to him to be unhindered.

As you can tell from the look in his eyes, this is a veteran, a veteran of countless wars, he was the son of the Great Chief of the Old Horde, and personally participated in the Horde's war against Azeroth, but his father, Blackhan - the Black Hand, ended up dying at the hands of Orgrim - the Hammer of Doom, and the Old Horde got the string of glorious victories they wanted.

But it was a victory for the old tribe, not the Black Hand family, and as Blackhan's eldest son, Red swore revenge.

After Orgrim's eventual defeat, Red regained control of the Blackstone Clan, and together with his brother Maim, he relocated the people to the Blackstone Mountains, where he succumbed to the power of the Black Dragons, conquered the ogres and thorns, and drove the Black Iron Dwarves out of the upper floors of the Blackstone Tower.

Red has an arrogant dream of reorganizing the old tribe that defeated half the world back then, but unfortunately, under the control of the Black Dragon, he can't achieve this goal, and even his younger brother, Mehm, he can't protect him, Mem died in the battle with the Black Iron Dwarf, and since then Red's world is only himself.

This orc, who had lost his right eye in countless wars, was now on the road of revenge, and those guys had killed at least 300 of his elite soldiers, and had unleashed demons to destroy his home and his base camp, and he was not going to spare them like that! He was going to pay tribute to those warriors with their blood.

Red had even thought about how to torture them, but the moment he walked through the last stretch of the crooked cavern, a dazzling light lit up before his eyes.

"Bell!"

The force from the hammer and the sword clashed and sent Red back three steps, and after the light dissipated, he could see his opponent in front of him, the damned paladin, who held a gold and silver warhammer in his hand, like a torch, illuminating the darkness around him.

"I knew someone was coming!"

Dick's right hand hung down beside him, the golden holy light flowed rapidly in his hand, and finally turned into a cheek with chains, the golden holy flame ignited in the air around him, and the mysterious emblem on his forehead also bloomed with a gentle luster, he lowered his body slightly, looking at the black hand,

"But I didn't expect it to be you!Red - Black Hand, Nefarian puppet! You're a little more courageous than I thought, but I'd love to know if you felt a little guilty when you sent your warrior to death?"

"Shut up! I'm the chief of Blackstone! Nefarian is just part of my plan! You don't understand anything!"

The black hand was enraged by Dick's words, and the orc's body rushed up, the blood-red long knife in his hand swung into a ball of bursting blades, and the paladin smashed the flail in his hand towards the black hand, holding the war hammer in both hands, and also rushed forward, and the golden figure brought out a brilliant light and shadow in the darkness.

But then came the sound of a dense clash of weapons.

"Bell, bell, bell!"

Neither of them retreated, like two beasts meeting on the battlefield, desperately stabbing their teeth into each other's necks, and Red's dragon, the multicolored dragon named Gais, crawled out of the narrow passage, and before he could join the battlefield, another agile shadow rushed in front of it, and the scythe in his hand was slashed off head.

"You know what! I'm going to rebuild the Great Horde! I'm going to reign over the continent again!"

"I'll take the Blackstone Clan back to that throne!"

"After all this is over, I will ... I'll cut off Nefarian's head with my own hands!"

"You know what!"

The sound of the Black Hand's roar vibrated in the darkness, and with his roar, a blood-red mist enveloped his body, a sign that the warrior's anger control had been activated.

Obviously, Chief Blackstone is desperate!

Dick didn't answer, in front of his body, the heavy holy light gathered into a wall of light, blocking the attack of the black hand, the combat power of the black stone chief is not weak, the warriors of the high-level lords often only need three knives to split the light curtain, and the scars left by Dick's war hammer on his body will only make him more angry and make him stronger!

After nearly half a minute of fighting, Dick suddenly took a step back, flashed the long knife cut by the black hand, his left hand clenched into a fist, rushed forward quickly, and then smashed a punch into the body of the black hand, in the chief's hand, a black dagger was shining, once this vicious weapon pierced the body, it could make an adult bleed to death in a short time!

At this moment, the Holy Avenger opened, and the light wings of the Holy Avenger who had reached the second order changed from two to four, and the increase also changed from 30% to 50%, at this moment, Dick's strength skyrocketed by 150 points, and this swift, bringing out a screaming punch in the air broke through the defense of the black hand who was caught off guard, and the dagger never touched Dick's skin, and the silver, hot fist was imprinted on the black hand's chest, staggering back several steps for his whole person.

Dick's body stretched back, like a longbow that had pulled out the bowstring, his right hand stretched out behind him, and the war hammer in his hand also quickly shrank in size from the one-handed hammer, and gold and silver flames appeared on the war hammer, and then like a golden meteor, it broke through the air and smashed into the blackstone chief who was in a state of breaking defense.

The moment the orc had just straightened up, a wild, whistling golden warhammer hit his chest, and the Hammer of Sanction, infused with most of Dick's holy energy, was so powerful that it lifted the body of the Blackstone Chieftain, slashed through the air and slammed into the wall, like a heavy punch, and even a shock-type depression appeared on the hard wall!

"Poof!"

The war hammer on the black hand's chest disappeared into thin air, the chief's sternum was shattered, and the stubble pierced into his lungs, and he opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he spat out only a mouthful of blood with fragments of internal organs. In the face of the power of the qualitative change of the Holy Light and the killer weapon of Dick's explosion, the black hand was crushed with a single blow!

Dick turned the hammer back into a pendant, he walked up to the black hand, crouched down, and looked at the orc, who was already dying,

"No matter how well you think, you can't change the reality that you are a puppet, Red - Black Hand, accept your fate, the moment you succumb to the black dragon, you have already turned your back on your people, although I would like to say two eulogies to you, but unfortunately, you have no shining points in this life, so, go to death in peace, and look forward to your soul returning to the ancestral land of Nagrand!"

Dick stood up and was about to leave, but a faint voice sounded behind him,

"Kill ... Kill me, at least let me ... Make me like a warrior ... Die!"

The paladin turned his head, he looked into the eyes of the black hand, and finally placed his silver-white left hand on top of the orc's head,

"Red - Black Hand, chief of the Blackstone Orcs, you will die as a warrior, bless your next reincarnation to become a true warrior!"

"Bang!"

The scorching light began above his head, engulfing the black hand, waiting for the light to dissipate, his corpse was still the same, but there was still a glimpse of relief in his lifeless eyes.

Dick bent down and picked up the blood-red long-handled sword of the Blackstone Chieftain, as well as the crooked black serpentine dagger that slipped from his cuff, and the paladin glanced to the side and tossed the knife to the drake who had beaten the colorful young dragon with his fists.

"Darth, come on!"

The dragonman jumped to his feet, took the blood-red sword, inscribed with several runes, and summoned up his strength to slash the young dragon's neck open, and Verinde's scythe followed to destroy the wound again.

Three minutes later, with a scream, Geth, the deformed young dragon made by Nefarian as a gift to Red, followed in his master's footsteps and died in the cold, dark cavern.

The footsteps of the Blackstone Orcs rang out in the cavern, but the Paladin didn't intend to entangle them any longer, he turned and walked into the deeper darkness, the Behemoth had not appeared, probably sensing the threat of Dirk and his party.

After 20 minutes of trekking down the dark fault, Dick jumped over the scorching lava river for the last time and stood on the banks of the lava river at the bottom of the Black Stone Tower, which was extremely conspicuously illuminated by the light of the magma, and could be seen roaming the lava with fire-burning dragons and some hideous fish.

The paladin raised his head, discerned the direction, turned to the others, and said,

"Go left, there's a secret forged of the Black Iron Dwarves, we can enter Darkforge from there, let's get out of this damn place, I've had enough!"

(Duplicate chapters have been modified!Chapter names can be changed in two days!Thank you brothers for your support!)