Led a demon army of tens of thousands as the advance army, becoming the first commander of the Burning Legion to enter Azeroth in 10,000 years, the demon leader is full of ambition.

This is an opportunity to get ahead, and if you seize it, you will surely be appreciated by the two Grand Commanders, Kilgardan and Akmund, and stand out from the competition of countless colleagues, from an unknown minor in the Legion to a powerful upstart.

The Demon Commander was very excited, and after receiving the order, his whole body was in a state of excitement, and when he saw the plane teleportation channel open, he couldn't hold back and rushed in first. Then, he regretted it.

The commander of the advance army?

Handsome has a fart, but it's not like he's been eaten by a pawn.

As soon as they arrived in Azeroth, the Demon Lord's smile was still on his face, and the Viku swarmed up, fists, feet, and clubs, and the Demon Leader was smashed into pulp. The scene is called a miserable, it is really sad for those who hear it, and tears for those who see it.

The commander hung up, but unfortunately the demons behind didn't know, and when they saw the commander rushing over, they didn't dare to slack off, and rushed to the portal one after another. If these tens of thousands of demons can enter the portal together, there is nothing, but the size of the portal is limited, and up to three demons can pass through at a time, so the demons will be tragic.

Ten thousand demons, each with the combat power of a high-ranking warrior, if they set up a battle formation of gongs and drums to fight head-to-head, it is still unknown who will kill them and the Viku.

However, the demons did not have such a chance, and they teleported in twos and threes, what suspense could there be in the case of being blocked by a large number of Vikus?

Even the strongest demon leader was killed in an instant, not to mention the rest of the minions - the demons were constantly teleported over, and one by one they were smashed into pulp by the Viku, and the killing lasted for an hour before the curtain ended.

Slaughter?

That's right, it's a killing, a one-sided massacre. None of the Viku people died, at most a dozen or so clansmen suffered some insignificant skin injuries due to the demon's counterattack, and the demon advance army was completely wiped out.

"Thousands of miles from the Endless Void to Draenor, and from Draenor to Azeroth to die, why bother?"

Someone sighed, that look, that tone, indescribable compassion.

But who designed all this?

A slut is hypocrisy.

Egwen glanced at Ainan with disdain, and she could tell that Ainan was actually making fun of the demons. Who made the Burning Legion an intruder, no matter what attitude or means used to treat those who invaded their homeland, it was not too much.

"The demon has been killed, what are you going to do with it?"

Through the mage's eye, Egwene could see the situation on the other side of the teleportation array, and there was only a lone figure left in the place where the demons were standing, it was the orc shaman who maintained the portal with mana. Although Naozu took refuge in Kilgardan, he was not a demon, so naturally he would not be regarded as his own kind by demons, so it was not unusual for him to be ostracized.

Neozu had to thank the demons for doing this to him, otherwise he would have been one of the legions of death, a ghost of the Vikus.

With a snap of his fingers, Imiron, the king of the Viku, paused, as if he had received some kind of command, and at the sound of his roar the Viku ran quickly into the distance, and soon disappeared without a trace. After doing this, Ainan replied to Egwen: "Since he can survive, let's keep him." Don't you think it's interesting to have such an unstable element in guarding the dragon's lair, and maybe it would make a good card. ”

"I hope so."

Egwen didn't have much of an eye for orcs, and Neozu was a dispensable presence in her eyes.

Even the leader of the Burning Legion, the Dark Titan Sargeras, has been killed, and of course Egwene will not even take the threat of Kil'Gardan into account. If it weren't for the fact that the person who kept Neozu useful was Ainan, Egwen wouldn't even bother to look at him.

The orc shaman didn't know what had happened to his allies, and when the tens of thousands of demon armies had entered the portal, he walked slowly forward. In Naozu's heart, he was reluctant to leave Draenor at this time, as could be seen from the fact that he had walked for a minute in the short distance of a dozen or so steps.

It's easy to leave the world of Draenor, just cross the teleportation channel, and it's not so easy to get back. Naozu dared to conclude that Kil'Gardan would not let him back easily, and the Great Demon clearly wanted to break him up in order to put Gul'dan on the throne, who would make Gul'dan more in line with Kil'Gardan's requirements.

A young and ambitious orc is obviously easier to control than an experienced old shaman. Even Naozu had to admit that if he had sat in Kil'Gardan's position, he would have chosen Gul'dan.

Understanding is understanding, Nao Zu is not reconciled.

He Nao Aozu, who unified the various orc clans, was not Guldan, and it was easy to succeed, making himself the great shaman of the orc clan, and before his ass was hot, he was driven to a strange place to open up territory for the Burning Legion, the reason was nothing more than to make room for the junior Guldan, Nao Aozu did not say that he was angry in his heart.

Feelings, everything I do is in vain, you Kilgardan say that I have to give up the power and status I have worked hard to gain to others, what is this? Not only did my orc shaman not benefit from you, but he also had to lose everything he had worked so hard for, and this is how you let your subordinates work for you?

Naozu hated him so much, he hated Gul'dan for wanting to usurp the throne so quickly and steal everything from him, he hated Kil'gardan for doing things unfairly, treating him as a pawn, throwing him away whenever he wanted.

"Don't give me a chance, don't give me a chance......"

Keeping muttering in his heart, Nao Zu entered the teleportation channel with a full of resentment, and he knew very well that when he came back, the orcs would probably not have their own place.

Damn, I'm really unwilling.

After completing the plane teleportation, Naozu's hatred quickly turned into consternation. The tens of thousands of demons that had come before him were gone, leaving only the remains of demons smashed into mud. Judging from the still twitching body and the demonic blood that had not dried up, it was clear that there was a massacre going on here, and the tens of thousands of advance troops of the Burning Legion were killed without any resistance.

Cold sweat slid down Naozu's forehead, ran down his cheeks, and finally pooled into drops at his chin, falling drop by drop, and before he could be half air, he was frozen into ice by the north wind of Northrend's call, and fell to pieces when he hit the ground.

Tens of thousands of demons who were the advance army died like this, who did it? Is he or they still here? Will the other party act like they themselves?

A series of questions came out of his heart, making Nao Zu's nerves tense, nervous like the frightened bird.

It was at this moment that Nao Zu saw a sword, the ice blue sword was engraved with magic patterns, and several mysterious characters with a certain power rhythm flickered, which immediately attracted Nao Zu's gaze.

Nao Zu couldn't help but step forward and pull out the long sword, and it didn't take long for him to shout like crazy: "This is my chance, this is my chance!" ”