Two fulcrums to test how hard the wheel of history is, put in front of Shane, one is to change the ownership of an artifact, the other is to interrupt the fate of a hero, but the latter is almost impossible, in the face of the legendary spellcaster, Shane is not sure of victory, but for the future, the temptation within the ability is necessary. This is the period, and the front is hard and rigid Guldan, which is more reassuring and comfortable than going to Karazhan to die.

"I'm going now, Sylvanas, and you're waiting for me here. We follow the plan. Shane said, touching the ring on his hand, telling the elf to be careful, and then teleported to the vicinity of the orc camp.

The number of orcs has increased again, and the signs of large-scale distortion of reality have disappeared, but the divinity revealed by the Shadow Orb is still there, and I don't know if it is a pity, or the relaxed ambivalence is on the heart from the bottom up.

But his actions will not change. Hunt orc patrols, or bomb orc camps to lure out the enemies of their choice and destroy them. Sylvanas was on standby as the first wave of ambushes, but Shane was more than that.

"Eyes of truth, auxiliary operations, construction of topographic maps."

"Understood"

Suddenly, the spirit was released, the energy was consumed, and the three-dimensional combat graphics were built in the mind, and the scan of the spirit was like a radar, in the dense forest, on the road, on the hill, with a range of more than 2,000 meters, and almost everything appeared in the mind. There are eleven bright spots lined up in a short distance. Shane lifted his feet and walked in that direction, not hidden, not disguised, through the cover of the woods, eight orcs, three wolves, their cursed green skin dangling between the branches and leaves of the trees to be clearly seen.

As Shaun walked, he heard the orcs call, and the orc squad stopped moving. Alertly surveying his surroundings, the wolf sniffed in the air with his nose. Then he roared at the woods in Shane's direction. At this time, the orcs gave an order to attack, and eight orcs and three wolves penetrated the woods almost simultaneously.

"Whoosh" "Buzz"

Less than a second. The team all flew upside down, and eleven shadows swept by at great speed, "Boom, boom!" "The ground exploded into several shallow craters.

White light shines through the foliage and then disappears.

'Squeak' broke branches, leaves trampled and made a sound, and Shane stepped out, the white light in his eyes just vanishing. He is not a murderous man, but in order to manifest his existence, all must prove his power for the orcs to know. And provoke them, and then lead the angry beast to the battlefield that has been set up.

Half of the eight orcs died, none of the three wolves were spared, and the living orcs were brutally pinned to the ground by the arcane energy similar to the principle of the Vajra Palm spell, and they couldn't move.

"Do you understand me? I know that ordinary orcs usually train their muscles, train their brains, and like to communicate in a straightforward way, but you are a race of intelligence. So help me bring a message to your leader," Shane said in lingua franca, but felt that the intelligence of the orc warriors should not be overestimated. So he used his spirit to convey his meaning: "I am here, my name is Shane - Dawn Blade, and I am willing to communicate with your leader in the manner of a spellcaster. ”

“Loktar? Ogar," the orc roared.

Shane understood, because it was all too familiar, "Win or die, that's not good." You can't die without my permission, and I need you to help me talk. He flicked his fingers, and four orbs hit them in the center of their eyebrows, stunning them.

Shane's actions have always been efficient. Attacked four patrols that day, killed half of the orcs, let half of them take the message back, arcane is his means, decisiveness is his will, the arcane fire burning on his head is his sign - in the next few days, the mage on his head, manipulate the arcane energy to crush the orc caster, his figure is everywhere, no orc patrol can escape his attack, the spellcaster arrogantly spares half of the orcs, and will not hesitate to kill again when he encounters them.

An organization needs to maintain cohesion, a leader needs to maintain his majesty, and he has to react quickly to the food that challenges them, and he has to put out the individuals or organizations who dare to provoke, and the results are developing in the way Shane predicts.

"Can everything really go that well? Although Gul'dan is no longer in this camp, what will he do when he knows that I am coming? ”

To the south of the Irwin Forest Boundary River, Shane's thoughts seemed to convey that dozens of orc spellcasters entered the camp, and the orc camp was completely boiling, and a dragnet search was carried out on the mountains and forests near the camp, but it was destined to find nothing, and Shane disappeared in the forest of Red Ridge Mountain as if he had never appeared.

What is the mood of the orcs, Shane doesn't want to know, and he probably has a thought or two. Back at the prepared home field, Sylvanas removed his disguise.

"After a wide search can't find me, they will probably prepare a trap, lure me out with a team, and then ambush me, I will pretend to be fooled, and then lure my chosen enemy to the home field I have set up to fight." Shane said that it was the last time to communicate before the war.

"And then win the battle"

"It's also possible to run away with your tail between your legs"

"I don't know about the arcane thing, but you must have a way, don't you?" Sylvanas said, "I'll clean up the fish-like enemies, and then I'll come back to help you." ”

"I'd rather I'd have helped you," Shane said with a laugh, and suddenly, "Huh?!" ”

"User, Cross-Border Detection Spell Detected"

"I feel it, its balance is so fragile that a single thought can be extinguished," thought the mage, rubbing and poking the soap bubble like a popping mage.

"What's wrong, Shane?"

"Nothing, just said hello to our enemies."

To the south of the Red Ridge Mountains, a lowland basin has become a salty wetland due to the infiltration of seawater from the topography. The trees that grow in the swamp are large and emit moisture, which makes the air more humid and humid, as if you were in a rainforest. Humans are not fit to live here, but the orcs have made their home here, and to the south, near the mountains, they have built a permanent base.

Gul'dan, the orc Grand Karcist, casually dropped a few clay tablets, and to the north there was a native spellcaster, wantonly provoking the tribe.

"Got it, you step aside."

In the tribe, his words were orders, and his subordinates were ordered to retreat, and the door was closed, and the only passage was separated, and the magic fire was green and bright. In the eyes of the legendary warlock, Azeroth had only one terrifying being, but now that terrible mage was in league with it.

All things have a beginning and an end, which is the truth of the universe, even immortality is relative, only power is the most real.

"Void, open the All-Seeing Eye, I want to see, who is that Shane-Dawnblade?"

"It's not a human being, it's another race, and his head is suitable for making a magic weapon."

"Bang" Suddenly, the eyes above the demon fire exploded. (To be continued......)