There are no hidden scourges to be eliminated in the remote mountain villages, otherwise these civilians would not have survived the arrival of Alterac's army. As if on vacation, Carlos had been here for five days. Having nothing to do and learning martial arts with his guards is a rare rest for a king with ideas.

"Your Majesty, how did you do that?"

The young guard, who was also their invincible little overlord, was knocked down by Carlos with one hand, and sat on the ground and asked with a look of admiration and confusion.

"Don't be superstitious about boxing and looking at the shoulder. When wearing armor, every movement of the body is amplified by the stiff armor, so there is no problem in observing the shoulder armor to determine the direction of the attack. But when you don't wear armor, the core of people's force is the waist, and what you need to observe is the midline, which is the upper part of the chest, even if the shoulders do not have major movements, they can still exert force. ”

Thinking that this young man was good, Carlos wiped his face with a towel and patiently explained the reason.

The young guard touched his chin and thought for a moment, then stood up and prepared to challenge Carlos again.

At this moment, the captain of the guard personally delivered a letter, and Carlos waved his hand to signal that he would be here today, then checked the fire paint and opened the envelope.

After reading it, an inexplicable cool breeze blew from behind Carlos, making him can't help but tighten his spine.

"The vacation is over, ready to return to the camp, quickly, immediately, now."

The secret spy reported that three days ago, 187 kilometers north-northwest of Nanhai Town, the alliance and the tribe clashed head-on, the battle lasted for one day and one night, the alliance side lost 10,000 casualties, and the tribe was about 8,000.

When things go wrong, there must be demons, Carlos pondered the tribe's unreasonable behavior.

There is no conspiracy, no backhand. Just a direct impact on the strong fortifications built by the Alliance, and it is not strange for Carlos to hit such a battle loss.

But what about the purpose?

What is the purpose of Orgrimmar or Gul'dan?

You can look down on orcs, but you can't look down on them.

Carlos deeply understands that orcs are no different from humans in intelligence, and when orcs are fools, they are now buried in the soil and boiled in pots.

Puzzled, Carlos felt that he had to hurry back to the army.

Something is about to change the tide of the battle.

It is located one hundred and eighty-seven kilometers north-northwest of Nanhai Town. Geographically it was a prosaic place, a small plateau less than fifty meters above sea level, where the Coalition had built a lookout post with no more than forty men.

But it is this small mesa that is an important place for Gul'dan that must be in his hands.

Because this is the dead end of Azeroth's magical network.

After seeing his masterpiece, Orgrim attacked at any cost, and although he suffered heavy losses, he succeeded in clearing the surrounding alliance forces.

Humans feel that they have taken advantage of it. Retreated ten kilometers on its own initiative.

And that's enough.

Under Gul'dan's auspices, the elemental cores and ignition sparks collected from the Burning Plains were eroded by evil energy and fused together. Infused with demonic blood, these cores gradually grew into large boulders burning with evil flames.

"It looks amazing, but you lost half of the supplies brought in by the fleet, and you made me all this ammunition for catapults?"

Orgrim led the elite of his Black Hand Clan to inspect Gul'dan's work, and was very dissatisfied, and the orcs around him felt that it was only a matter of time before the Hammer of Doom fell on Gul'dan's head.

"Nope. My Great Chief, these are indeed ammunition. But not for catapults, but for warlocks. ”

Gul'dan ignored Orgrim's anger and explained with joy.

"So, Warlock Chief, what new toys have you prepared for your doglegs, and tell them to make me happy?"

Orgrim flicked the hammer of destruction upwards. It was easy to hold it more easily, and then walked in front of Gul'dan step by step.

"For these toys of yours, six thousand of our compatriots have died outside the strong fortress of mankind. Reason, I need reason. ”

Orgrim was furious, and his tone gave the illusion of tenderness.

"The reason is that Hellfire can lead the tribe to victory. Bring despair and death to humanity. ”

"Hellfire!?"

Of course, Orgrim knew what hellfire was, and he knew that powerful warlocks could summon hellfire from the void, but these flaming boulders in front of him were completely incomparable to those mighty stone monsters.

No, it should be said that except for the color of the evil energy burning, it is impossible to associate it at all.

"The Grand Chief of the Tribe, Orgrim, who has been endorsed by the Hammer of Doom, the hope of the orcs, accept this gift and use it to your heart's content. In three days, the first Hellfire will be filled, all you need is a place to fight the Alliance, and watch as these little treasures fall onto the heads of humans and run over them. What a wonderful script, isn't it? ”

"Prove it to me."

The corners of Orgrim's eyebrows twitched, and although he was tempted, he did not lose his mind. Ignoring Guldan's eyebrows, the Great Chief of the tribe insisted on the Warlock proving his words.

"So, as you wish."

The warlock put away his obsessive look at power, and the orc named Gul'dan smiled meaningfully.

With a wave of his hand, a puddle of active demonic blood in Guldan's palm invaded the Hellfire Primordial Stone, and the Hellfire, which had not yet been fully made, was quickly formed under the catalysis of Guldan's power.

Drawing earth elements from the earth and using evil energy as power, the burning stone monster bared its teeth and claws, silently screaming out ignorant rage.

Gul'dan clenched his fingers into a fist, barely recognizable as the humanoid hellfire reshrank into an irregular, pitted, circular rock burning with ominous flames. Another free hand drew a mysterious rune that would make you feel frantic just by observing the trail, and the door of shadow connecting to the void opened in the sky.

Slowly lifting the Hellfire into the Shadow Gate, Gul'dan said to Orgrim, "Witness the power of your new toy, my Great Chief, for its power to shock. ”

After saying that, the hellfire that had submerged into the void passed through the Shadow Gate with huge kinetic energy, and smashed heavily into a place less than ten meters behind Gul'dan.

The ground was covered with dust, and the edge of the pit was half behind Gul'dan, showing the warlock's extreme confidence in his magical abilities.

Gul'dan took a few steps forward and bowed his waist respectfully.

"My Great Chief, are you still satisfied? As I said, I won't fail to live up to your trust. ”

As a note to Gul'dan's words, Hellfire's thick upper limbs clinged to the edge of the pit, and its massive body stood up.

Are you demonstrating to me?

Orgrim's heart was furious, he didn't trust Gul'dan at all, but he had to admit that he needed the power of a warlock.

"All for the tribe. Gul'dan, prepare everything, and the war with the Union must end quickly. ”

"All for ......"

Before Gul'dan could finish speaking, Orgrim turned and left, and the warriors beside him followed the Great Chief. Gul'dan could feel that the several murderous auras that locked on his neck had disappeared without a trace, and it seemed that the Sword Saints who were hiding in the shadows had also left.

"The Burning Legion."

Gul'dan smiled smugly. (To be continued.) )