Durotan was not a hesitant man, nor would he think that Aus was plotting to harm him and the Horde. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On top of that, the tribes have been fighting for six years since they arrived in this new world, and there are quite a few young children and widows in each clan, and it is long overdue to stop and recuperate.

As for Lexa, Durotan only said a few words sincerely, and he expressed his willingness to follow Durotan to see the situation, and then see what happened next, and what kind of future the tribe would face.

And this also made Oss slightly sigh that the contradictions, problems, and troubles between races are really far greater than the contradictions, problems, and troubles between nations on Earth in his previous life.

Nation-to-nation, after the precipitation of time, can be integrated into a nation, a country.

There is a clear and distinct origin of species between races, and it may be possible to reach a consensus and form an alliance for a period of time, but it is always difficult to become a real family, and once something happens, it will set off waves and suspicions.

Having said that, although Durotan made a choice, Oss did not let Durotan and Lexa set off overnight.

After all, in terms of timing, it wasn't a bad night's work.

sleep, still have to sleep; Rice, still have to eat.

……

However, on this morning, there was an orc who must not have been able to sleep, let alone eat.

"Ahh Yes! Please, give ...... Give me a good time! ”

Terrible screams resounded through the sky, echoing in the dirty, messy, and bad fortress of pain.

This is an orc, an orc tormented by blood magic, an orc whose whole body is stained red with his own spilled blood!

On the high seat, Nessecus, who wears a cloak to hide his face, his every move, word and deed, is all imitating his most admired idol - Guldan!

However, imitation is just imitation after all.

Born well, well-off, and respected, Nesekus, who was originally a shaman, did not have the ruthlessness of Gul'dan at all! The kind of ruthlessness that is deep in the blood, bone marrow, and soul, in order to keep yourself alive, to do any crazy, and even bottomless behavior!

Therefore, Nessecus was only wrapped in a cruel skin, and the slightest misfortune was vented on those who offended him, and their torture was drenched in blood, and they did not look human! In fact, his heart is just a fierce and inward-looking, extremely fragile heart!

“seru＇ssif-tegrat！”

Flipping through the twilight canon and chanting the demonic spell, Netherkus has finally done a good thing!

"Ugh! Poof! ”

A pillar of blood-red light, about two meters in diameter, rose from the feet of this orc bent on death! With a soft sound, he finally ended his pain, and was ground into a pile of minced flesh by this blood magic, scattered all over the ground!

"Drink...... Drink...... Call. Nethercus gasped alone.

There was silence in the fortress of pain, and the screams and cries just now were still echoing in the air at this moment, and no one would dare to come forward again.

But will Nethercus really do a good thing?

The answer is, no!

"Hoo ......"

A clear breeze for no reason blew the air that was silent and dull, like a pool of stagnant water.

"Uh...... Yes! Yes! ”

The suffocating moans were also unprovoked, and the breeze immediately changed color, from a touch of pure white to a red as blood, and gradually condensed into the appearance of the orc who had just died!

"Ahh Yes! ”

The orc's soul was still screaming, he was dragged into the air by an invisible force, acting like a drowning man, struggling in the stagnant air!

"Drink hehehe!"

Netherkus laughed grossly, glancing at the two Hammerhammer Griffin Knights who were watching the Fortress of Pain thousands of meters away, and spat out a mouthful of phlegm in disgust. Then, he flipped the twilight ** in his hand again.

I saw that under the manipulation of Nethercus, several blood-colored silk threads rose up, and stabbed at the orc soul in mid-air with a "whoosh"! Immediately afterwards, these blood-colored silk threads pierced straight into and wrapped around the limbs of the orc's soul, and with their irresistible strange power from the Twilight Classic, they pulled the orc's soul into the blank chapter of the second half of the Twilight Classic!

"What a beautiful face!"

Netherkus whispered in a gloomy voice, his right hand swaying the portrait of suffering carved entirely out of orc souls on the paper!

After a while.

Reluctantly, Nessecus closed the twilight and sat back on his high seat, his expression becoming extremely cold.

The defeat in the last great battle led the tribe back hundreds of kilometers in one go; Overhead, the Coalition's miscellaneousness watched over them blatantly, day and night; After all these days, there was still no trace of Orgrim.

This one by one, one bad thing after another, has made Netherkus tired and embarrassed! And just now, he finally received the news: the Mocking Skull Clan actually rebelled and hung the dark blue banner of the Alliance Dog!

At this moment, Nethercus was completely out of control. He tortured and killed several useless sentinels and several soldiers who had offended him, extracting their souls for collection, before he stopped his terror, and thought about what to do.

It was a good while.

Counter-offensive alliance?

Nethicus did not dare, and he only thought so slightly in his heart, and then he subconsciously shook his head; But let him go to the Mocking Skull Clan alone and regain ownership of the Mocking Skull Clan, and he didn't have the courage to listen to the descriptions of his subordinates about Os.

At this thought, Nethercus, who would never admit that he was a coward, thought of a good way: destroy the nearby mountains and leave a big problem for the Alliance! And he led the tribe to take the opportunity to retreat, and after resting, he chose another day to fight......

"Pass my orders, pack your bags, and the whole army will go south!"

"All the warlocks come and gather, I'm going to leave a big surprise for the Coalition's canine crumbs!"

No one dared to question Nessecus's orders, at least not for a short time, because the piles of minced meat under the high positions clearly showed the cruelty and bloodiness of Nessecus.

Soon, the orcs were ready to go, and they brought everything they could, and burned everything they couldn't, very simply. The two Hammer Griffin Knights who were in the air also separated from one and transmitted the news of the orc's movement to the Alliance's headquarters.

"What do you want to do?" An orc warlock from the Shadow Council asked.

Also a member of the Shadow Council, Gul'dan's direct subordinates, the Warlocks are not as fearful of Nessecus as ordinary orcs.

"Lord Gul'dan let you be in charge, but I didn't let you run away all the time!" Another orc warlock from the Shadow Council spoke even more politely.

Netherkus glared coldly at the two defiant warlocks, but did not answer. Without saying a word, he pulled out something that was a half-human-tall container made of constant gold and sealed.

"What the hell are you going to do? If you don't leave, the alliance will act as soon as it receives the news! ”

"Humph!" Netherkus began to cast a spell to liberate the seal, and the contents were collected little by little without Gul'dan knowing, "If the alliance dares to attack at this time, I will be able to deal with them together!" ”

"Whew!"

"Poof!"

"Hahaha!"

The warlocks burst out laughing and didn't hide it.

It's just that the moment the container made of Hengjin was unsealed, the powerful aura from the Void Abyss instantly rose to the sky, and the evil power was reflected in all directions! And the warlocks who were extremely familiar with this power couldn't laugh at once!

"You...... How can you have ...... There will be something from Lord Guldan!? A warlock asked, confused.

Nessecus pretended to be sophisticated and did not respond, he scanned all the warlocks with contempt, but his heart was dripping blood.

This demonic blood comes from the Abyss Lord Manolos, and Netherkus originally wanted to find a suitable time and place, and after being fully prepared, he could drink it to increase his power. But now, in order to get rid of the alliance's pressing steps, he has no choice but to give up.

"Cast spells with me!" Nethercus ordered.

“……”

"Uh......"

"Yes."

The sorcerers looked at each other, and although they all wanted to know why Netherkus was hiding demonic blood, and they all wanted to take a cup and take a sip, they eventually obeyed Netherkus's orders and recited the demonic language together.

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

With the demon's blood as the center, the warlocks who stood in a hexagonal shape chanted the incantation in unison, and the momentum was extremely shocking under the double amplification of their respective strength and the power of the demon's blood!

"Boom!"

Finally, a long demonic incantation was chanted, and the blood of the Abyss Lord Manolos swelled rapidly in the form of energy! It's like an erupting active volcano, and it looks like a newly formed spring, spewing out at a rate of several meters per second, polluting everything in its path!

"Whew...... Let's go! ”

Nessecus looked at the demon blood that had changed its form, and his heart was simply painful. He took a few breaths, took a deep look in the direction of due north, and quickly evacuated with a group of warlocks from the Shadow Council.

In just a few minutes, the empty fortress of pain has completely turned into a giant evil energy!

Magical and energetic air, vein-rich rocks, trees, vegetation, and more, each of these beings can be used as nutrients for evil energy, further increasing the speed of the spread of evil energy!

After more than twenty minutes, the evil energy flowed from the Pain Fortress located on the mountainside on the west side to the pass below, polluting and corroding everything around it, forming a huge pool of evil energy with a radius of more than ten miles!

High in the air, another Hammer Griffin Knight was like a fool, neither to record the direction of the tribe's retreat, nor to return to the Alliance's headquarters to report the situation! And in his worried and desperate eyes, the mountain where the Fortress of Pain was located had collapsed on a large scale!

In the rising sun, the dwarves were reminded by Oss three hundred years ago, and Uldaman, who had been reinforced and properly covered up in advance, revealed a dark corner with a cold glow unique to metal!