Suddenly, Brooks, who had already been bound up and threw himself on the ground, let out a scream, and under the startled gaze of Anduin Lothar, Aurelia stood up and turned slowly, a smile on her face bright and cruel. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The High Elf Ranger still held her small, delicate dagger in her right hand hanging from her waist, blood dripping from the sharp blade on the ground, but it was Aurelia's raised right hand that caught Anduin Lothar's attention even more.

Aurelia had a pair of ears in her right hand—Brooks's, green, huge, hoop-laced ears.

Aurelia's smile grew brighter at the screams of the blind-eyed orc, and she retracted her dagger into her sheath, then threw the pair of ears at Anduin Lothar's feet, her arrogant jaw raised slightly as always: "Sir Anduin Lothar, you can still cut off this orc's head with your own hands." You see, I just cut off its ears. ”

The woman had gone mad - Anduin Lothar thought to himself - he had always thought that no one would hate orcs more than he did, but now it seemed that Aurelia had a deeper hatred for the orcs, and that her means of revenge were even more bottomless.

Seeing that Aurelia was about to walk towards Orgrim, who had already been knocked unconscious, Anduin Lothar stopped him: "Lady Aurelia, this orc can speak the lingua franca and is the great chief of the orcs, I think it would be better to leave it to King Terenus for interrogation." ”

Humans know so little about orcs - why the hell do they want to fight humans? how many orcs are waiting to invade the land behind that massive portal? many mysteries need to be found by interrogating the orc chieftain, who can't let this mad woman mess around anymore.

"Is it okay to stab it blindly, cut off its ears and tongue, and give it to His Majesty King Terenus?" asked Aurelia as she gently touched the dagger at her waist and tilted her head.

Enough, you madwoman, are you still a child?, if this orc can't speak, can't see or hear, is it worth interrogating?—Anduin Lothar roared inwardly.

Seeing Anduin Lothar shaking her head with a gloomy face, Aurelia also knew that her request was not so easy to meet, she sighed, and then said to Anduin Lothar, "Okay, I see. So, Sir Lothar, shall we continue to pursue the orcs?, I think you know, the flames of hatred are burning in me and in my companions, and I can't wait to see the ugly faces of the orcs and hear their howls—is there anything more wonderful than this?"

Anduin Lothar was silent, he slowly walked over to the roaring Brooks, and lowered his head slightly-in the battle just now, he knew that the other party was an outstanding fighter, even if it was himself, he was not sure that he would be able to defeat the opponent in a one-on-one battle, but such a warrior suffered such an end......

Gently lifting the broadsword in his right hand and aiming the sharp tip of the sword at Brooks's throat, Anduin Lothar clasped his chest lightly with the knuckles of his left hand - I grant you relief as an enemy, despite the blood of humans on your hands, but as a warrior.

Perhaps it was the murderous aura of Anduin Lothar, or the tingling, hair-raising chill that seeped from the cold blade, that Brocks stopped roaring—a good warrior with keen senses, and though he couldn't see, he knew that the enemy's blades were aimed at him.

Brooks had a strange expression on his face, as if he were smiling from Anduin Lothar's point of view - orcs, what are you laughing at, are you laughing at death, or are you glad that you can be freed? In any case, Aurelia was right about one thing - only dead orcs are good orcs, Anduin Lothar thought as his great sword slashed into Brooks' throat without hindrance.

"Ho~ho~" Brooks, who was tied, shrugged his shoulders, and Anduin Lothar knew that it was his body's natural reaction to stop the blood gushing from his throat. Brooks let out a hollow roar from his mouth, and after a few twists of his body, he stopped completely.

Orgrim was knocked unconscious by Windsor and carried on his shoulders by several members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood, and did not see Brooks killed by Anduin Lothar, otherwise there was no telling what impulsive action the Great Chief of the Tribe would have made - after all, no one could face death calmly, and neither could the orcs.

Compared to the somewhat peaceful death of Brooks on the Arathi Heights, far away in a desert on the other side of the Endless Sea, it suddenly became noisy.

Tanaris - the southern tip of this great desert, named since ancient times, is the habitat of the bronze dragons, the Cave of Time.

Countless bronze dragons hovered over the sanctuary, and several dragons hovered at the entrance to the Cave of Time, where they were the guards - even the proudest dragons were willing to stay guard day and night, for their great king, the Bronze Dragon King Nozdorm, was inhabited.

The long and magnificent passage through the Cave of Time is a vast cavern, and around the walls of the cave are countless colorful time tunnels - the time nodes set by the bronze dragon king Nozdorm himself - after all, as the busiest of the guardian dragons, Nozdorm has too many timelines to take care of, and his memory is not so reliable.

"Hmm, what's going on? Brooks...... Brooks??Who dares to disturb the tranquility of time?"In the middle of the cave, the great Lord of Time, was furious on the high platform where he rested.

Several bronze dragons were prostrate under the high platform, trembling and cowering, not knowing what to do. On weekdays, the Lords of Time have been roaming the river of time, guarding the boundless timeline, and their duty is to guard the body of the sleeping Lord of Time.

However, just now, the Lord of Time suddenly returned, its huge body like a mountain suddenly stood up from the high platform, its brown dragon whiskers trembled, its huge wings obscured the entire roof of the cave, and the huge roar made these bronze dragons fearful, but they did not know how to answer the question of the Lord of Time.

As members of the Bronze Dragons, they also have the ability to manipulate time, but this is limited to time itself, and they do not alter the power of the timeline or timeline, except with the help of certain instruments or with the authorization of the Lord of Time.