The horde's army stopped.

Look at the shattered temple in front of you that juts out of the ground like a broken tooth.

Oakington.

Neozu began to stare ahead of him.

The last time he was here, the sacrosanct mausoleum of the Draenei was so magnificent.

And now, the walls of the temple are full of wide openings; The part that was exposed above the earth had become broken. Even the Teroka forest, which once nurtured it, is close to withering completely.

Coupled with the white bones that could be found everywhere around him, he could barely connect the dots between the Oakington in front of him and the great ruins that had once shocked him.

From the surrounding dead wood, Naozu faintly heard some sounds.

He hurriedly looked around, but found nothing.

The voice just now, probably my own delusion?

Naozu thought to himself, then shook his head.

"Get moving, you bunch of shit, idiots!" Gul'dan shouted, "Go in, enter the ruins!" ”

The tribal soldiers, driven by the Death Knights, trembled into the ruins of Oakington.

As they walked through the huge, sloping doorway, many of the soldiers shivered out of fear.

Because here, it used to be a mausoleum.

For thousands of years, the Draenei buried their dead in their holiest temple, Oakington.

Although the orcs no longer believe in shamanic teachings, they still have a sense of respect and even fear for their ancestors.

But years ago, members of the Shadow Council infiltrated Oakington to summon terrifying creatures of impossibility. Their shameful magic caused a massive explosion that shattered the temple and scorched the surrounding area.

What's more, they have slaughtered tens of thousands of Draenei, will the souls of those Draenei also come to the depths of Oakington to take revenge on them?

"Hurry up!" Naozu roared hoarsely.

For some reason, he always had a strong sense of crisis.

There were not many orc troops left, and all of them stepped into the ruins.

……

An elite force of the Alliance, traversing the Bone Wilderness, then saw the ruins ahead.

"How do you know which way the orcs will go?" Khadgar asked Priest Nimryan, Draenei, with some curiosity.

The Draenei stopped, then glanced around:

"First and foremost, I'm a pastor...... I have my own way. ”

Then, he got down on one knee, raised his staff, and began to whisper.

"What kind of magic is this?" Khadgar couldn't help but frown, he was also well-informed, but he couldn't recognize what spell the priest was casting.

As Nimryan's whisper ended, something seemed to float out of the withered ground around him.

"What kind of monster is this!" Quite a few soldiers of the alliance shouted.

"It's a ghost!" Khadgar couldn't help but say.

These monsters floating out of the ground are all transparent, and they are all Draenei people.

Danas Tolbane and several high-ranking officers of the Alliance quickly looked at the Draenei Priest with hostile eyes.

However, they were not the first to attack, stopped by Khadgar.

At the same time, the ghosts did not go over to the Union soldiers, but gathered around Nimrjan.

They seem to be pouring out something.

"My people have told me about the movement of the tribe, over here, follow me!" Nimrian stood up and whispered.

……

Oakington underneath is much larger and more elaborate than the part above ground.

The crumbling stone walls around are carved with exquisite patterns, which seem to express something.

Tall stone pillars once supported the high tops of the area, and only some of them are now preserved.

Shrines were carved into the pillars and walls, row after row, and the yellow and white stuff inside told Khadgar what he was going to find here.

Bones! Apparently, the entire Oakington house contained the remains of these Draenei, and it was these things that were sprinkled all over the Bone Wilderness.

Walking through wall after wall, Draenei Priest Nimryan's face was filled with tears.

Once upon a time, the ancestors of the Draenei enjoyed the peace of death under the heavy stones, but later, they lost even this last bit of power.

"I think the tribe is already very close!" Nimrian said suddenly.

He had just led the soldiers of the Alliance through a short corridor to a large stone door covered in ornate patterns.

"Back to the site, guys." Khadgar said, raising the staff in his hand.

With a powerful explosion, the gate was blown open in an instant.

The energy generated by the thunder strike nearly knocked Danas to the ground.

Danas waved his hand, brushing away the dust in front of him. Khadgar's blow had shattered the gate completely.

In front of them was a huge room, the figures of many orcs gathered in the center of it.

They all looked up in surprise and looked at these uninvited guests.

Finally found them!

"Attack, Alliance warriors, attack!" Danas roared.

In this narrow underground corridor, the alliance's superiority in strength cannot be brought into play...... All they can rely on is their own courage.

Danas was the first to burst into the room, and then large groups of Union soldiers poured in, many of the orcs knocked to the ground before they could pick up their weapons.

More and more Alliance soldiers poured in, more and more Horde warriors fell to the ground, and the Alliance was about to win the war.

……

"These damn alliances, how did they do that?" Naozu roared hoarsely.

Even the cunning Gul'dan had to frown at this time.

"Hakarin......" Neozu suddenly commanded coldly:

"You lead people to stay here...... Gul'dan and I will go to the Dark Temple first! ”

Hakarin-Deadeyes froze, but for a moment, his expression became resolute.

"I understand, Great Chief...... I'll stand up to those alliances! The old orc whispered, "But you...... We must save the tribe! ”

"Of course!" Nao Zu nodded faintly, and then walked away.

Gul'dan, the remnants of the Shadow Council Warlocks, and more than a dozen orc shamans followed him.

Despite the fierce battle still raging behind them, they walked out of the secret passage of Oakington and headed towards the Valley of the Shadow Moon in the east.

Dark Temple!

Once you get there, it's all over, and all the sacrifices are worth it!

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