There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people, and a thousand elemental spirits come together enough to cause the miracle of nature.

To the Burning Legion, Neozu was a true second-and-a-half, who betrayed Akmund's trust and betrayed his pact with Kilgardan.

But Naozu smokes, drinks, and burns his head, and he is a good orc, a good chief.

For now, at least, Naozu has lived up to the trust of his compatriots.

The legion is too fierce to be defeated, so it can only be outwitted.

Naozu is not a strong-willed surrender like Guldan, who will do anything for the sake of power, and he still has the concept of orcs in his heart, as well as the glory of his ancestors.

So under the illusion of pandering to the song, Nao Zu planned a bitter drama to expel the Burning Legion.

Relying on the forbidden knowledge imparted by Kil'Gardan, and relying on the power brought by the blood of demons, the orcs leaped from their struggling predicament, turned into serfs and sang, and became Draenor's handle, trampling the former "master" and "strong enemy" under their feet and rubbing them fiercely.

But the chiefs of the various clans could vaguely sense that something was not quite right.

While maintaining the orc tribe, Naozu is also secretly fighting.

Fate also gave him this opportunity.

Neozu's words and deeds could not be concealed from Kil'Gardan, and the fraudsters had never truly trusted the old orc of the Shadowmoon Clan.

But Kilgardan and Akmund's plastic brotherhood gave Naozu a chance.

IN TERMS OF THE STRENGTH TO CONTROL THE SHADOWS, A MILLION NEOZU COMBINED IS NOT ENOUGH FOR AXMUND TO DIE A FINGER BIUBIUBIU.

But before turning his back on the shamanic way, Neozu was the darling of the elemental spirits of Draenor.

This time, Naozu pleaded, pleaded, pleaded, restrained, shackled, forced, oppressed, and by all means, once again obtained the power of nature.

This time, Nao Zu was thousands of miles away, but he unleashed a spell that caused the mountains to collapse and the sea to flow backwards.

With blood flowing from the corners of his mouth and a serene and satisfied expression, Naozu was in a happy mood before he collapsed to the ground.

The home of the orcs doesn't need to be touched by demons.

The souls of the ancestors are above.

I, Naozu, the patriarch of the Shadowmoon clan and the great chief of the orc tribe, am not a traitor.

In the Demon Ritual Arena, Akmund's arm through the Void Rift grabbed Carlos, who was the protector of the Holy Light, and after finding that he could not be dragged back to the Twisted Void, he used his strength to strangle this human who had ruined his own good deeds.

In the sky, Chromie swooped down, and the friction between the scales of his body and the air caused Chromie in the form of a dragon to burst out with a loud sound the moment he broke through the sound barrier.

Akmund's arm that crossed the Void Rift sensed a potential threat, and a tingling sensation spread to his body on the other side of the Void Rift, causing the immortal demon god to shudder for a long time.

Even Akmund took a great risk by forcibly placing his body in two worlds.

Even Sargeras, a man with the power to destroy the universe, did not dare to compare himself to the whole world.

No matter how arrogant Akmund was, he would not be ashamed to claim that he was now stronger than Sargeras.

So Akmund slammed his arms and gave up his plan to strangle Carlos, once again trying to pull the annoying little bug into his own world.

Akmund wanted to torture Carlos's body with the most vicious criminal law, and then enslave his soul.

As a result of the torture, the Holy Light Shield maintained by Carlos's coolies was violently annihilated by the Void Energy, and the stability of the entire Void Rift was drastically reduced.

And after Chromie found that Akmund withdrew his hand, his dragon form was very embarrassed, and he changed into a dwarf form again, and put on the move of the Big Dipper Hundred Cracked Fist to actually fight the punch that fell from the sky, hitting Akmund's thumb and fingernails.

"Ahhh......h

With an indefatigable scream, Chromie's arms shattered and blood splattered her sleeves, and Akmund couldn't bear the pain and let go of his palms, and Carlos escaped.

The existence of the Void Rift became more and more unstable, and on the opposite side of the rift that overflowed with the Void Vortex, Akmund did not dare to try to cross the plane of his body again.

But the will of the demon god clearly crossed the barrier of time and space, and reflected in Carlos's mental world.

"Your persistence is useless, your world will be destroyed, mortals, last chance, join us, join the great Burning Legion."

"Goodbye."

The paladin's interpretation of the precepts is actually a cover for the mysteries of the Light.

Using the Holy Shield Technique many times in a short period of time will create a huge gap in the paladin's mind, which is why Akmund can penetrate Carlos's will barrier and directly project it in his mental vision.

This was not the first time Akmund had been an enemy of the Light, and he knew how to deal with the users of the Light.

After Carlos said goodbye, Akmund suddenly grew in size and tried to mentally destroy the paladin.

However, Ereda's most powerful warlock, the Burning Legion's most powerful warrior, Akmund the Polluter, miscalculated.

Carlos was not a gentle seedling in the training grounds, three Holy Shield spells were not his limit, and when the Light Barrier shone again, Akmund permanently lost some of his mana.

Although Carlos's petty tricks didn't even do as much physical damage as Chromie's onslaught compared to Akmund's unfathomable prowess, the humiliation made the polluter furious.

It's like I've been licked by a flea.

Anger evaporated Akmund's sanity, and a turquoise flame appeared before Carlos and Chromie.

By the time Carlos had slain the illusion of Akmund in his psychic vision, he had lost the best time to respond.

And Chromie, who not only succeeded in injuring Akmund with that all-out blow, but also hit himself hard, is now using the Great Method of Breathing and Recovering Blood.

As a result, the demonic fire that no one was targeting spread out, and it instantly became a prairie fire.

"Retreat!"

In the distance, the figure of the returning demon was getting closer and closer, and on his side, the demonic flames were surging, and the last three surviving warriors heard Carlos's shout, withdrew from the battle group, and leaned over.

Carlos then noticed that Chromie was standing still, so he leaned over and picked him up, and then ......

I said! Lao Tzu's waist! This little girl's skin is so good TMD Shen !!

The sudden commotion flashed Carlos's waist, and the warriors who had fought against Akmund were almost killed by Chromie, which is really an unbearable weight for life.

I don't know the reason why Chromi is in a daze, Carlos doesn't have the energy to analyze anything for a while, and running for his life is the right reason.

And Carlos took out a scroll from the fourth-dimensional chrysanthemum that looked very expensive, which made the last three warriors who were determined to die suddenly have the illusion of escaping.

Although there are all kinds of suspicions and estimates about the system, and all kinds of slanders, it is undeniable that it is one thing to use this thing, and it is another thing to have it.

【Return Scroll】

There is only one word difference from the legendary scroll of returning to the city, and the effect is indeed similar.

Although the expensive Carlos is in pain, this is also his biggest capital when he comes out to wave.

The ground beneath his feet continued to tremble, cracks appeared all over the mountain, a catastrophe was underway, Carlos frantically instilled the remaining power into the [Return Scroll], but could not successfully activate it.

"Chromie, you're going to die! Hand on the hand!! ”

In a daze, as if hearing Carlos's call, Chromie stretched out his little arm and imprinted his palm on the scroll.

Then, the howls of the elemental spirits mixed with demonic flames were monstrous.

The mountains, crumbling.