Not so long ago, Dunhold Castle was in ruins, and it was still burning, so hideous and terrifying that almost everyone had fled the city.

"How did this happen?" After Taresa climbed out of the underground passage, she looked at everything around her with the same look of astonishment.

"Don't worry about this for now, let's get out of here quickly, the fire in this city is getting bigger and bigger, and we can't get out if we don't leave." Song Zheng touched the thick title deed in his arms, and then pulled Taresa to find a safe way to leave.

Although he tried to make some changes to the battle, it seems that Dunhold's final outcome has not changed, and it is still in ruins.

But he didn't have the energy to do that now, he had to get Taresa out of here before the fire burned, and he had to watch out for the syndicate thieves.

Along the way, you can see a large number of human corpses, most of them are soldiers killed in battle, there are also a small number of residents, in addition, there are also many orcs who died here, looking at the charred scars, it should have died in the explosion.

"Then Edras Blackmore was really ruthless and planted gunpowder in the city? And even their own castle was blown up! From the traces of the battle around him, Song Zheng had roughly guessed what was happening here.

It's just that he obviously guessed wrong about the person who buried the gunpowder......

And as more and more orc corpses were discovered, Song Zheng began to worry a little about whether the outcome of this battle was whether the orcs were defeated.

In the firelight, Song Zheng suddenly saw a familiar orc face.

"Orgrim?" Song Zheng was moved, but soon found that the orc chief was dead.

Looking at the scars on its body, most of them were caused by explosions, and there were also a lot of arrows, and judging from the strange color of the arrows, it was obvious that they were smeared with poison.

Song Zheng had seen how powerful the syndicate thief's poison was before, Brigitte was in a coma for a long time just by smelling it, and even if this Orgrim in front of him was strong, he probably couldn't withstand so many poisoned arrows.

"After all, I still couldn't escape the fate I should have......" Song Zheng sighed in his heart.

Although he didn't have a crush on Orgrim as an orc, he was shocked to see such a legendary figure die in front of his eyes.

However, Song Zheng's gaze quickly fell on the huge warhammer next to Orgrim's corpse.

"Hammer of Doom!" Song Zheng's eyes suddenly lit up with excitement.

This is a real artifact! It is also said to be able to communicate the various elements of Azeroth, and there are only a handful of weapons that can compare to it in Azeroth.

However, he only touched it and regretfully gave up the idea of seizing the hammer of destruction...... This thing is too heavy!

The Hammer of Doom is an orc weapon, not actually suitable for human use, and far surpasses conventional human weapons in size and weight.

"This is simply deliberately tempting me...... "Putting an immovable artifact in front of a professional thief is indeed a kind of torture to the soul.

Song Zheng finally had to give up the idea of this hammer of destruction.

As the mage of the Church of the Damned had said, greed was indeed a great weakness of the thief, and he had to give up some of his greedy thoughts before he could gain great powers.

"Humans, wait a ......"

Just as Song Zheng was about to leave, a faint voice suddenly came, making his figure froze.

"You...... You're not dead yet? Song Zheng turned around in shock and looked at Ogrim, who was covered in scars.

After spending some time with the orcs, he had learned a lot of the orc language, at least in terms of spoken language, and was able to communicate with the orcs simply.

"I don't have much to live...... There's just one thing that doesn't ...... willing" Orgrim's lips moved slightly, but black blood continued to pour out of his mouth, making his words seem choppy, his gaze wandered, and his life did seem to be coming to an end.

"I'm sorry...... I don't know how to heal, so I can't save you. Song Zheng sighed slightly, it is said that Tirio Fording prayed for the favor of the Holy Light with his strong will after being deprived of the power of the Holy Light, thus saving an orc, but it is certainly impossible for him as a professional thief to do so.

"It's not a pity for me to die...... Just bring this hammer of destruction to Gouyle, who is a qualified leader...... The future of the orcs depends on him. Ogrim's voice was weak, as if he was going to die at any moment.

"This ...... But this hammer is too heavy, and even if I want to help you bring it to Gouyle, I can't take it with me. Song Zheng showed a wry smile.

"Come here...... By dripping blood on this hammer, I can give you the approval of the Hammer of Doom for the time being, so you can control its size and weight as you please. Orgrim said with great difficulty.

"And such a miraculous thing?" Song Zheng was pleasantly surprised.

He really didn't expect this Hammer of Doom to have such a magical function, but thinking that it could be called an artifact, a little magic is a normal thing.

However, to his surprise, after dripping a few drops of blood, he did not feel any change in the hammer of destruction.

"Isn't human blood okay?" Song Zheng looked at Orgrim with some confusion.

"No...... It's that you have too little blood, hurry up and get more, I'm dying, I can feel the ancestors summoning me......"

“……”

After shedding at least a glass of blood, Song Zheng finally felt a mysterious and primal power to establish a connection with him.

"What a powerful force!"

With just a little force, he was able to lift the massive hammer into the air.

At this moment, Song Zheng only felt a huge battle intent rise in his body, as if he could look down on the world as long as he held this war hammer in his hand.

It's just that the huge warhammer looks about the size of his body, which is extremely incongruous.

"Smaller......"

With his mind, the war hammer in his hand really became smaller, which made Song Zheng quite satisfied, which was almost comparable to the mythical Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick.

Ogrim next to him closed his blood-stained lips, as if he wanted to say something, but he was too weak to hear it at all.

However, Song Zheng could guess his thoughts, and suddenly said to Orgrim with some helplessness: "Don't worry, I will bring this hammer to Gouil, although this thing is good, I am still used to using daggers, and I will not possess this war hammer." ”

At this moment, Orgrim was too weak to speak, only blinked his eyes one last time, revealing a hint of relaxation, and then died completely.

"Hey, don't close your eyes so quickly, I haven't finished yet, I haven't found a good dagger yet, this hammer will lend me a few days to play with......"