"Abdul-Jabbar, you bastard!"

A slap slammed into Abdul-Jabbar's face, and a slightly younger orc looked at Abdul-Jabbar angrily. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Abdul-Jabbar remembered that this orc, his name was Sora, an orc born after the tribe came to Azeroth, who had never experienced war, and had always respected him very much. Even Jabbar himself, in a sense, considers him his student.

However, now Sora looked at herself with an ogre-like look.

Jabbar lowered his head and saw his blood-soaked hands.

Among them is their own blood, and there is also the blood of their own compatriots.

Gacallo, Randauer, and Duffel, they are all their own brothers, they are all their comrades-in-arms, and they are all real "frost wolves", but they are all dead now, dead in their own hands.

At this moment, suicidal thoughts suddenly popped into his mind, you must know that he had always regarded this behavior as a coward's practice, but now he desperately wanted to become a coward.

"It's not Abdul-Jabbar's fault......" Griffo's weak voice came from the side, and the old warlock stood for a moment as if he were ten years old.

The orcs' eyes looked at Griffur, his face very pale, and the wound on his chest from Jabbar's throwing axe still flowed with green blood.

"He's been controlled by the human priest, it's an extremely rare and extremely evil magic, but I was lucky enough to see it once in Blackstone Mountain......" Griffin explained to the group as he barely held his body with his staff.

At this time, the three orcs who were supposed to chase humans all returned, their faces full of frustration.

"You let them run?" Sora asked, raising her voice.

The orc at the head nodded: "Those two humans have unleashed a strange spell that binds us, and when we break free, we can't find their figures." ”

There was silence.

All the orcs bowed their heads, and they all knew fairly well what it meant to let the two humans escape.

They fled, that is, their existence was exposed. The upper echelons of the Alliance will know that the remnants of the Horde are gathering, and they will certainly be on guard. The plan to liberate the Hildebly Hills asylum will be much more difficult, and even the Great Chief, who is now kept in the dark, will be in danger......

It's all their fault!

Sora threw away the axe in her hand and sat down on the ground with a frustrated face. He was the youngest of the orcs, and he was the hardest hit.

"Maybe we should get out of here!" An orc, slightly older than Abdul-Jabbar, shook his head and said.

Once those two humans escape back to their city, the entire forest will be surrounded by the Alliance's armies, and they will not be able to fly.

Abdul-Jabbar, on the other hand, suddenly fell to his knees in front of Griffo.

"Warlock...... Griffo, please, summon that monster and stop those two humans......" Abdul-Jabbar said with some stammering.

Griffo knew what Abdul-Jabbar meant, and now he could summon only one demon that could catch up with those two humans.

"You should know what that will mean!" Griffo lowered his voice.

"I know very well!" Abdul-Jabbar's voice was full of firmness: "I am willing to sacrifice everything for the sake of the tribe!" ”

The old warlock sighed a little weakly: "I still need the help of three people!" ”

The young Sora was still at a loss, but a few of the older orcs had already guessed what was about to happen.

Three orcs emerged from the crowd and came to Griffo and Jabbar's side.

Griffo dragged his tired body and drew a circle on the forest meadow, then he tore open the improvised bandage that was tied to his chest, letting the pale green blood drip on the grass.

Without hesitation, Jabbar cut a deep wound in his hand with his axe, and blood poured out, also spilling on the grass.

The other three orcs did the same.

Drops of blood spilled on the grass, and Griffo raised his staff with some weakness, and began to recite the incantation that he had almost forgotten.

Griffo and the other three orcs knelt down at the same time and raised their hands, allowing the warlock to use the power within himself.

Dark shadows appeared over the earth.

A behemoth appeared in front of the five of them, taller than the most terrifying Goron on Blade Mountain...... This massive humanoid demon exudes great strength and malice. His skin was blood-red, and his bat-like wings stretched out from his back. As if engulfing all the blades, Shadow Flame was like his eyes that flickered with green light, looking forward to the arrival of the next revenant under the sword.

"Tiny orcs, you have the courage to summon the Doomsday Guardian Elbarak!" The demon's face was full of mocking expressions: "You should know, what is the cost?" ”

"Of course I know!" Jabbar raised his head haughtily: "Do you want a soul, I'll give it to you." ”

Before Abdul-Jabbar could finish his sentence, green flames suddenly burst out from his side and entangled him.

Griffo said slowly, "Elbarak, it's my soul that we're going to sacrifice, and in return, you're going to help me kill the two humans we're chasing!" ”

"Griffo!" Jabbar looked at the warlock in surprise, he tried to stop Griffo, but he couldn't break free from his cage.

"The soul of yours as a warlock seems to be much more delicious than the soul of a warrior......" the giant demon seemed thoughtful: "It's a fair deal." ”

A purple light shot into Griffo's body, only to hear Griffo's desolate screams, and then dozens of seconds later, the whole person fell to the ground like a short-roped kite.

"I gave you my last breath, Warlock!" The Doom Guard's face was full of mockery: "Enjoy the torture of death, now I have to fulfill my contract." ”

With that, the Doomsday Guard spread its wings and flew in the direction of Jon and Gianna's escape.