"The strength of the despicable soul is not enough to sustain a spell cast. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" is sarcastic to himself, but at the cost of the life of the goblins!

The orc sat on the main seat, his blood-red eyes steady as usual, without a trace of emotional fluctuations. As he pondered the plan in his mind, he waved the ancient wooden staff in his right hand again.

I saw that on the ground, all kinds of filth, along with the corpses and clothes of the goblins, suddenly ignited a green flame! After only a few seconds, there was not a trace of a previous goblin or death in the room!

After another moment, the orc suddenly shouted into the void, "Derrick Sur! ”

"Lord Guldan!" The voice of the response sounded instantly, without a second of pause. Then, an orc warlock with a giant antelope skull staff in his right hand, who looked exactly like Gul'dan's dress, walked in quickly.

"Is there any news of that tomb?" Gul'dan asked.

"Nope."

"Hmm." Gul'dan hummed softly and did not say anything. His closed eyes obscured the blood-red pupils, and at the same time obscured all his thoughts from his heart.

In the eyes of Derek Sur looking at Guldan, the irrepressible enthusiasm and admiration were not willing to delay even the blink of an eye! He didn't ask questions, didn't ask anything, just waited for orders!

"I want you to personally take the Wind Raider Clan to the sea, and within half a year, give me news!"

"As you wish, Lord Gul'dan!" Still not asking anything, Derek Sur respectfully bowed his head and simply turned and walked out of the room.

Gul'dan sat on the throne and watched as Derrick Soul, one of his most trusted cronies, departed, and cast a spell with his staff. In the hall of the room in front of him, a dark green door suddenly appeared.

"My master, your servant Cretan reports to you." Voices, along with images, emanated from the dark green door.

"What is that mad dog doing?" This is one of Gul'dan's main concerns.

"Eat, sleep, sleep, eat, my master, everything is fine." Kridan stood up and grinned in reply, as if everything was under his control.

"You idiot!" Gul'dan's anger came suddenly and violently, and he roared and roared, "This is the greatest abnormality! ”

"Yes, yes, my master! What should I do? In the video, Kridan is already prostrate on the ground again.

Hearing his subordinates' inquiry, Gul'dan fell silent with a little annoyance. In the face of that crazy warrior, he didn't have much of a way to do it except to stay in the rear.

In the end, Gul'dan simply said: "Keep an eye on him, not a single minute will slip by!" Whatever he does, report it to me as soon as possible! ”

"Understood, master!" Kridan immediately punched the ticket.

Although Gul'dan is annoyed that Kridan has no brains, his ability to do things according to the rules is still sufficient. Therefore, in the face of an extreme shortage of manpower, he still needs a loyal servant like Credan.

After a moment of silence, Gul'dan asked the second thing he cared about: "Isn't the experiment complete yet?" ”

"I was about to report to you, master, that the experiment went very well! I would like to be able to apply for a large number of materials and start the first mass production! Cridan reported truthfully.

"Give you half a month, I need soldiers!" Gul'dan granted Kridan's application. After he gave the order, he didn't wait for Kridan to reply again, and closed the communication door directly with a wave of his hand, ending the questioning.

"Hoo ......"

With a deep breath, in the empty room, Gul'dan sat in the main seat with his eyes closed and silent.

Time passes, and it is unknown how long it has been.

At this moment, a green ball with a diameter of forty centimeters floating in the air quietly floated into the room and floated in front of Guldan. The green orb did not have a trace of breath fluctuations, not a trace of life characteristics, and no trace of noise.

If Oss were here, and he looked at the face of the green orb, he would have recognized it as the Warlock's detection skill, the Eye of Kilrog, with his memories of the time when he was on Earth!

"What did you call me for?" The sneaky voice actually came from the eyes of Kilrog.

"Is our Great Chief still training his Air Force?" Gul'dan asked whimically.

"Yes, it's going to take shape soon." The Eye of Kilrog replied.

"Hah!" Gul'dan sneered and said, "I always thought that Orgrim could be more brave than Blackhan, and he was a hero who could lead us orcs to capture the northern human fortress as soon as possible and restore the glory of the orcs!" Unexpectedly, he was just a waste who retreated after defeat and formed an alliance with another race! Black Dragon!? Ha! Those stink reptiles deserve to be allies of the great orcs!? ”

Guldan's performance made the Eye of Kilrog completely silent! Time passed again, and the two people in the conversation seemed to be trying to see who was more patient!

Finally, the Eye of Kilrog replied, "You're right, Orgrim has let us down!" ”

Having received the desired answer, Gul'dan rose from his seat for the first time. Although his stature alone is too weak among orcs, his momentum is almost incomparable to that of orcs: "I have a new plan - 'Tide of Darkness'!" ”

"You say, we're listening!"

"What's the plan?"

In Kilrog's eyes, a different voice sounded one after another.

At this time, Oss was completely unaware of the events that were planned by Gul'dan in the Red Ridge Mountains in the south. If he knew, maybe he wouldn't be sitting by a campfire in the snow with Durotan and Jarnar now, drinking Draenor's wine and eating Draenor's roasted antelope steak.

In the process of eating and drinking, Os, Durotan and Janar did not talk about the serious thing, but talked about what they had seen and heard in the world of Draenor.

Speaking of which, Oss's soul traveled through the endless starry sky to Azeroth when Earth was in December 2014. As version 6.0 of World of Warcraft, although it has only been released for less than two months, Oss happens to have a first impression of the complete world of Draenor.

As for what happened to version 6.0, and whether there will be version 7.0 after version 6.0, Oss is completely unclear.

"You really haven't been to Draenor?" Durotan asked a third time, clinking glasses with Os.

"I never lie, I really haven't been to the world of Draenor personally." Oss replied a third time. However, similar to this kind of question, Oss's reply, while not really lying, is completely concealing part of the truth.

"Haven't been there in person? Was it somehow before? Durotan was keen to hear the truth, which, of course, was still only a small part.

Oss recalled the names of the places and replied, "Sort of, Shadowmoon Valley, Aranka Peaks, Tarador, Goldron, and Nagrand, I have some impressions. Only the Tanaan Jungle and your hometown of Frost and Fire Ridge, which I have not seen. ”

"Is this a prophet's skill?" Jarnar suddenly interjected, and asked Oss again, "Are there prophets in your world?" ”

"Count." Durotan's voice.

"Yes." Oss's voice.

At the same time, with a succinct and clear reply, Oss and Durotan looked at each other and laughed.

After laughing for a while, Oss took the lead in putting down the wooden wine glass in his hand. After seeing Oss's movements, Durotan and Janar also put down their wine glasses and food in unison.

Oss asked for the third time, "Are you really not working with me?" ”

Durotan laughed again, and refused without hesitation: "Os, I have already believed what you said!" ”

At this point, Durotan paused, and Os understood that Durotan had not finished his words and waited for the following.

But seeing Du Longtan slowly stand up, his broad spine looked straight and unyielding, and he said word by word: "But! We are orcs! We are orcs who fight for glory! We are not ashamed of the heroic spirits of our ancestors! Since this is a mess caused by our orcs themselves, we will solve it ourselves! ”

Oss didn't move, just sat on the snow by the campfire and didn't move. He looked at Dulongtan's awe-inspiring heroism in a daze, and his heart was really full of emotion!

"Ha......" With a long breath, Oss slowly stood up and stretched out his right hand: "Then the only thing I can do now is to bless...... Wishing you and your compatriots all the best! Durotan, you have to come back alive! ”

Durotan stretched out his right hand and struck a heavy blow to Oss, but he refuted Oss's words: "No, my friend, you have helped me a lot!" The truth you bring, your plan, your recommendations, your prophets, all fill me with confidence! ”

Hearing Durotan say this, Oss did not sigh again, but he was not complacent. At this moment, he is in the game, and he has a deep understanding of what Durotan is going to do next, how much he will die!

Thinking of this, Oss took out three things from the space package, handed them to Durotan, and said, "This is a flare gun and a special signal flame grenade, under normal circumstances, the dwarf griffin patrol within a radius of two hundred kilometers can be found. In addition, this is a ground frequency transceiver, as long as you are still on this continent, the dwarves have special instruments to receive your information. ”

This time, Durotan didn't refuse again after all, and took all three things.

"When you return to the South, if you need help from the dwarves, you can use these things to contact them. There was only a limit to what the dwarves could do, but it was ......," Oss said sincerely.

"Thank you." Durotan replied dryly.

"Well......" Oss gave Durotan a deep look, and then Janar, not knowing if this departure would be a farewell, "I...... Let's go! ”

"I'll send you away." Durotan said.

"No, you still have a lot to prepare. Besides......" Oss thought about it, but never remembered the name, and couldn't help asking, "What's your wife's name?" ”

"My wife is Draka." Durotan didn't know why Oss asked this, but he replied directly.

Os nodded heavily, remembering the name, and reminded, "Durotan, before you leave, stay with your relatives, your wife Draka, and your son Gouyle. ”

After a pause, after Oss finished his last sentence, his huge figure leaped up: "You will be the pride of the Frostwolf Clan, the hero of the orcs!" Thy Gouyle, I will be proud of you! ”

Durotan was stunned as he looked at Osna's huge diamond-shaped body and left the canyon in a few undulating leaps. After that, he asked the second brother next to him: "He didn't ask Guyle's name just now, did he?" ”

"No, he just asked Drakar." Janar remembers very well, "He was a prophet, and it seemed that he knew my nephew. ”

"My son...... Gouyle. Durotan muttered proudly.