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The southern strip of Winterspring Valley.

It was no longer the howl of the cold wind and ice and snow that lingered in Monsoon's ears, but the whispered mournful sound of countless elven souls, and it was now the second day that Monsoon had caught up with Lingyun Thunderpalm and his party, and they were breaking through to the predetermined location.

Now, they are walking in the land of what was once the Elven Empire, a ghostly snake covered with the breath of death, the ruins of the Elven Empire.

The dark blue elven spirits can be seen everywhere, they seem to be showing all the living the irresistible terrifying will of death, and this terrifying sight is enough to make people unable to move an inch and frown.

"Be careful! Don't be fooled by these ghosts! If you are responsible, your souls will be devoured......"

At this moment, the slightly anxious roar of the monsoon resounded in the ranks, these dead souls would eat away at the souls of the living, and at the same time as the monsoon spoke, a human soldier fell to the ground, falling into an eternal sleep.

"Great Grandmaster! The orc chasers are catching up! ”

"Watch out for the arrows!"

And at this moment, in addition to the crisis caused to them by the elven revenants, the orc army of Kargas Blade Fist is also chasing them, if it weren't for the orc pursuers biting too hard, Monsoon would not have chosen to take this dangerous route.

The Elder Elven Revenant and Garrosh's orc army, these two aspects combined made him feel exhausted, and Monsoon, who had always been full of fighting spirit, never discouraged, and always believed that a weapon in hand would do something, felt a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart for the first time.

"Whew! How can it be? Even I was almost controlled by the breath of the elven revenant. ”

Suddenly, Monsoon shook his head.

Once close to the royal city of Sin Esarin, the elven spirits here all fell 10,000 years ago during the War of the Ancients, and 10,000 years not only did not wipe out these souls, but instead increased their ability to control people's hearts.

The monsoon almost caught the road.

"Let's go! Passing through the ruins of the Elven Empire, we will reach the eastern coast of Winterspring Valley, and then we can return to Westspring Fortress, hurry! ”

Monsoon boosted morale, and with his encouragement, the originally low morale became high-pitched again with the roars of the soldiers.

"I want to go! Leave me behind, orc warriors of the Thunder King Clan and the Fireblade Clan, and capture these Alliance soldiers! ”

Suddenly, a high-pitched and strange voice came clearly from directly behind the monsoon, and when he heard this voice, the monsoon suddenly turned around.

"You are the prey of the Overseers of Kargas and the Grand Chief of Garrosh, and you are a gift from the Thunder King and Fireblade Clan to the Grand Chief of Garrosh, and you think you can escape from the Orc Overseers?"

A body of armor enchanted with flames flashed with a dazzling red light, and the brown and black skin had the kind of bronze luster that had been burned by the fire all year round, and the hideous fangs looked more and more terrifying in this strange elven ruins, and the black and white eyes were more terrifying, making people look in awe of the orc female general who appeared here.

Kaglaz the Firebinder!

Under the banner of the Iron Tribe, the Black Hand enlisted the Firebinder generals of the Fireblade Clan to infuse Blackstone's forged weapons with the power of fire. Kagraz provides strong support for the Iron Tribe's conquest of Draenor, which is an extremely difficult opponent.

Monsoon couldn't help but frown as he searched out the identity of the person who came from his memory.

Even now, even if the monsoon is still trying to reverse the increasingly erosive situation, he has to admit angrily that his hastily formulated breakthrough plan has been caught off guard by the dominant orc side.

In fact, Monsoon has not been able to escape the orc pursuers from beginning to end, which greatly exceeds his previous knowledge of the orc legion.

Moreover, now he could feel that what appeared here was no longer the low-level cannon fodder with low combat effectiveness as before, and this orc chasing army was even more terrifying.

Compared with the terrifying abilities shown by the orc pursuers, the exhausted Alliance soldiers have become more and more lost and their morale has become more and more depressed these days, and the long-term escape has almost exhausted the minds of these soldiers.

Before, Monsoon was secretly glad that he had not met any orc generals, but unfortunately, the appearance of Karraz the Firebinder broke Monsoon's mind and made a terrible thought uncontrollably appear in Monsoon's mind.

You know, Kagraz has been working for the Black Hand in the Blackstone Foundry, and her presence here does not mean that the Black Hand is leading the generals of the Blackstone Clan to chase the coalition soldiers? If so, not to mention protecting Anduin and returning to the West Spring Fortress, it is even a question of whether he can reach the West Spring Fortress safely.

Monsoon is extremely familiar with the Blackstone Foundry.

"Stand down, orcs! I don't want to fight you, or rather, I don't want to kill you! ”

Monsoon looked at the pursuers behind him and shouted angrily.

"Humph! You can't fly with wings, alliance crumbs! ”

However, it was clear that Monsoon's words did not have the slightest effect, and he waved the enchanted flame sword in his hand. Kaglaz the Firebinder cursed and waved for Monsoon to fight her.

"Firestorm!"

With a wave of his hand, a terrifying hurricane appeared.

"Humph! Since you're going to fight, come on! Monsoon snorted coldly.

Summoning the Sword of the Wind Chaser, Monsoon, who was at a disadvantage in the situation, snorted coldly.

At this moment, he activated the power of Jade Long in his body, and now he still has a lot of True Qi Wine on his body, which is enough to support him in battle, and a breath of demigod power suddenly diffuses in this elven ruins.

After reactivating the power of the gods in his body, the power that filled his limbs and hundreds of bones convinced Monsoon that Kaglaz the Fire Bound could not stop him.

Unfortunately, she wasn't the only one who came.

"Sure enough, the Castle Overseers of the Broken Hand Clan are right, the breath of a demigod, hum! Alliance Miscellaneous, do you think I'm the only one? The Chief didn't just film me coming here. ”

Sensing the power of the gods in Monsoon's body, Kaglaz the Fire Bound changed his previous attitude, and the battle qi in his body began to stir incessantly, and he became vigilant.

"Darmak, the beast king of the Thunder King clan, you are finally here!"

Accompanied by the voice of Kaglaz the Flame Binder, a roar full of tyranny and majesty resounded through the clouds, deafening.

In an instant, Monsoon's face was extremely solemn, and he sensed a powerful aura not far away.

The worst idea in his mind finally came true, the Blackstone Foundry didn't just come to the land, the Black Hand didn't just send a general to this side of the Winterspring Valley.

The orc's reinforcements were even stronger than he would have liked.