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The wind sword in Monsoon's hand stabbed Kenoz's heart with a bang.

The dragon's blood splattered, and a cry of pain came out of Kenoz's mouth, and it tried to glance towards its chest, but unfortunately it was unable to complete the simple action.

"Kenoz, this is your judgment."

Garrosh let out a roar.

"Roar!"

Kenoz couldn't say anything, and when Monsoon pulled the Wind Sword out of it, it let out a final roar, and with that sound, it fell to the ground.

The earth roared, the treasury swayed, and the rubble on top of the vault fell to the ground, and when the earth finally calmed down, the treasury collapsed in half, and the huge dragon corpse of Kenoz was half-buried in the ruins.

At this moment, the treasury of the court of Farodis was in ruins.

Farodis looked at the ruins of the treasure house, his face was serious, today's battle, and the strength of the three of them to solve Kenoz, today he saw the real "demigod combat power", and this kind of power, is really beyond his imagination, when he thinks of the queen of Aishara and the "legion" that he will face next, he feels uneasy.

"It's over, whew!"

Ji Feng held the wind sword in his hand and looked at Kenoz, who was staring at him, the blow just now, it can be said that he hit twelve points of strength, if he was allowed to do it again now, he would definitely not be able to hit the attack like just now.

"Brother Feng, 666, actually succeeded in killing Kenoz and killing a demigod combat power! Unbelievable! ”

"Didn't watch today's live broadcast in vain, is this the demigod-level destructive power? The whole treasure house was destroyed. ”

"Kenoz's dragon skin can ban demons, this is definitely the best choice for crafting legendary leather armor equipment! The Dragonfather's Fangs are all legendary equipment, and Kenoz's dragon skin is definitely not too much. Reward the streamer, the Great Sword*10. ”

"Brother Feng's hand is better than that of the school flower*1."

Witnessing Monsoon killing a demigod-level dragon, in the live broadcast room, the sailors were all excited, the barrage swiped the screen, and the reds continued to appear.

"A sword to cut the demigods, is it explosive?"

The monsoon winds and the sailors blow and compare.

"Kenoz is full of treasures, dragon claws can make daggers, eyeballs can make rings, and dragon skins can make leather armor suits, but it's not easy to get this corpse ......"

The sailors only thought of the dragon father's teeth, and the monsoon thought of many more sailors, and the value of this dragon corpse was too great.

"It's over, it's finally over. From now on, no one can enslave me anymore. Monsoon chatted with the sailors as Garrosh walked over to Kenoz's corpse, a look of excitement on his face. Freely! I'm finally free! This is the true fate of an orc! Freely! ”

Garrosh breathed heavily, and despite the smell of blood and dust in the air, at this moment, Garrosh felt that it was the best air he had ever breathed.

"Garrosh, what the hell is this hourglass of time? Can you turn back the ...... of time, this hourglass was created by this dragon? ”

Farodis also walked towards Kenoz's corpse, but he was more concerned about the hourglass of time, which had been shattered into pieces.

"This was not created by Kenoz, but by the Bronze Dragon Clan." Garrosh turned and looked at Farodis and said. "If you can fix it, it can save your life in future wars when the situation is most critical, just like just now, if I hadn't forced Kenoz to activate the hourglass of time, it could easily escape our ambush."

Farodis bent down and picked up a fragment of the hourglass of time.

"Garrosh, Kenoz is dead, where are you going next? If you are willing to live in peace with the panda people, you can come to Pandaria. ”

Monsoon put away his wind sword and walked over to Garrosh.

"Put away your ideas, pandaren! Even though I owe you a favor, I don't have a crush on you, let alone the panda people. Soon, my ethnicity will come to this era, and the timeline has been changed. ”

Garrosh glanced at Monsoon.

"Your ethnicity? Can you tell me how long it will be until the Legion arrives? Monsoon took a deep breath and said in orc language.

"It's coming."

Garrosh's tone was slightly low, Monsoon had helped him kill Kenoz, and he didn't mind telling Monsoon the news.

"Garrosh, I hope that in the coming day, we don't need to meet each other."

Although he didn't know what Garrosh meant by "ethnicity", Monsoon felt that things were definitely not simple, whether it was from the history of World of Warcraft that he knew well, or from Garrosh's performance, so far, history has changed in an unknown direction.

This gave the monsoon an inexplicable sense of crisis.

"Coming to Japan? I don't know what the future will be, but I can tell you that the age of the Mogu is coming to an end. ”

What Garrosh said, Monsoon did not understand.

"What do you mean?"

"You'll find out soon ......"

Garrosh did not answer Monsoon directly, he gave Monsoon an ambiguous answer.

"Farodis, panda people, you helped me kill Kenoz, I owe you a favor with the tribe, I will pay you back this favor, now, I'm going back to my Warsong clan, goodbye!" Pounding his chest, Garrosh gestured to Monsoon and Farodis.

As soon as the words fell, his face showed a heroic spirit that could not be described, it was the kind of arrogance that made you willing to fight with him in Azeroth at a glance.

Garrosh Hell's Roar! This is the pride of the orcs, the descendant of the Warsong clan, the great chieftain of the tribe, who lives up to his name.

"Goodbye!"

Farodis and Monsoon could feel the change in Garrosh, and they didn't say much.

With Bloodroar on his back, Garrosh leaped out of the vault and left the treasury.

The power of leaders!

Looking at Garrosh's back, Monsoon had this sentence in his heart, and at this moment, he also had a lot of insights.

"Clan!"

Garrosh said that he wanted to return to his Warsong Clan, and at this moment, Monsoon also thought of Pandaria and the Shadowwind Clan.

"It's time to put an end to it here, and it's time for me to get home. Kang, Yao Shi, ...... of the Shadow Wind ethnic group, I don't know how they are doing now? ”

At the thought of the Shadow Wind Clan, the corners of Monsoon's mouth couldn't help but show a smile, he couldn't wait to embark on the road home.

His destiny.

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