Even though he had received the prophecy that he would be assassinated by Garona from Ren Fan, King Ryan did not interfere too much in the daily life of the orc. Choosing between an unnamed priest with an unknown origin and a bad reputation, and the widow of his best brother, an assassin who personally participated in the slaying of the Demon King, Ryan preferred to trust the latter.

Of course, there are also some dark thoughts in it. In the unlikely event that the orcs from Lothar did so...... Even if he believed in his best friend, the other noble ministers would not think so. Power needs checks and balances, and it is clear that the power in Lotsa's hands has crossed that dangerous red line.

Whenever he thought about this, Ryan felt a little guilty of himself. But when he thought of Lothar's imaginative blood, he suppressed all this shame and self-blame in the deepest part of his heart. Perhaps, suppressing the possibility of the return of the Arathi bloodline to a minimum is the best option for everyone, isn't it!

Praying mantis catches cicadas, everyone wants to be the final winner, but how many people can recognize their true positioning!

Emerging from the shadows, Garona resembled a leopard-sed, a pair of daggers coated in deadly poison and faintly glowing with phosphorescence in the sunlight. She moves quickly and has a clear goal. There was even an afterimage between the shakings of her figure, and before the guards could react, her twin swords were placed on the neck of a priest.

The daggers staggered, like a large, sharp pair of scissors, and in an instant cut off the priest's head from his neck. And at this moment, the guards who reacted the fastest realized what had happened and pounced on King Lane in horror.

But Garona's goal wasn't Ryan.

Or not yet.

Dark green eyes glanced at the location of her prey, and without hesitation, Garona smashed a small iron pellet on the ground. In an instant, smoke enveloped the entire city, and the pungent smoke caused the guards to cough violently. Then, the reflection of metal suddenly appeared from the smoke, and countless thin needles like cow hair were sprinkled like a torrential rain. In order to ensure that they are light and breathable, these guards have many small holes in their armor that are breathable. At this time, this design became a demon seeking his life. The thin steel needle just pierced the body, and a paralyzing feeling came. Then, the body gradually lost control, and the guards could only watch their bodies lose control, and finally they could not even breathe, and died of suffocation and panic.

Out of the smoke and dust suddenly appeared a golden barrier, holy and bright, like a lighthouse in the dark shadows. The True Word Shield blocked Garona's hidden weapon, but it also invisibly revealed her own location. The next moment, the blade of the short sword scraped against the shield, leaving only two slight tearing sounds. But that alone terrified the pastor's heart.

Although it didn't look anything unusual on the outside, in an instant just now, the shield in front of the priest suddenly fluctuated, and the uneven distribution of energy almost caused the shield to be shattered. And that's just a blow.

In the midst of the smoke, the priest saw a dark shadow leap up from behind him, and then, like lightning, suddenly appeared in front of him. I can't see the movements clearly, I can't see the trajectory clearly, and I can't even capture the other party's figure. The only thing I could see was a black shadow and a net in the air with a pair of eyes flowing with evil energy.

The shadow's movements are getting faster and faster, and the shield is being attacked more and more frequently. With all the support of the True Word Technique, the Holy Light was consumed like flowing water, but the situation did not improve at all. Eventually, with a thud, the shield broke, and behind the priest, the figure ghostly appeared, two daggers around his neck. Trembling and praying for the mercy of the Light to bring down salvation, the Light did not seem to recognize his piety. The blades staggered, huge heads flew up, and blood splattered everywhere like a fountain. Garona's face was stained with blood, and she turned her head to look at Ryan, who was fleeing in a hurry, with a smile on her face that she had never seen before, as if she were playing prey.

Ryan was shocked and began to regret it, he regretted the decision he had made. He shouldn't have left his royal city for fear of the momentary public opinion and came to the front line to pretend. He shouldn't have underestimated Garona's strength so much, swaggering through the market with only four priests. And thinking of the pendant that Ren Fan had helped him pour into the holy light, Ryan had indescribable regrets. If he hadn't given the queen the pendant infused with the power of holy light that could inspire a shield, then how could he have fallen to such a point now!

Looking at Garona who was slowly walking, Ryan was terrified. She didn't seem to be ready to kill herself in the first place, otherwise if she was the first to attack herself just now, I am afraid that this great head would have fallen now. But what was she going to do!

But when he saw the panic around him, Ryan understood. She wanted to create chaos in the city's defenses. All it takes is one point, one breakthrough point, and the orc frenzy will break the embankment of Stormwind. I want the soldiers to go back to their posts, and in the face of such high-end combat power, what they can do is actually extremely limited, but they can't say anything like this.

Perhaps, this is cowardice!

Garona twisted her neck exaggeratedly, holding two short swords behind her back, bending slightly like a cheetah ready to attack. And the next second, she was dispatched. With a terrifying agility that didn't match her muscular frame, Garona twisted her body like clockwork and shoehorned through the gap between the two shields. Then, with the strength of his body, the blade made a beautiful whirlwind, and the short sword instantly sliced through the throats of the two guards. Then, unabated, Garona suddenly stretched on the large shield in the hands of the soldiers in front of her, stretched her body in an arc in the air, and landed firmly behind King Lane.

"General!" (Orc)

The dark green eyes narrowed slightly, and the smile on Garona's face became even brighter and more crazy. The dagger rested on the carotid artery, and the slender blade seemed to be able to feel Ryan's violent heartbeat. Crooking her neck slightly, the short sword in her hand pressed inward, but the next moment ......

The violent sense of resistance struck, and no matter how much he controlled it, the short sword on Ryan's neck could not be advanced. In the midst of the orc camp, Gul'dan snorted sharply with his eyes closed, and around him, evil energy gradually rose like a mist, enveloping his tent in a green haze. Garona actually resisted, and she really underestimated this little guy. But......

As if giving up, Gul'dan moved his right arm, which held the dagger, outward. Breathing a sigh of relief, in Garona's body, the suppressed soul was relieved. But in the next second, an even more terrifying sense of control came to her face, and before Garona's soul could react, her left hand, the long sword she held in her left hand, pierced Ryan's ribs into his body without hesitation. And after doing all this, Guldan's control disappeared like a low tide in an instant. Looking at her left hand and the broken sword that was gone, Garona didn't even know what to dodge, and she didn't even dodge the angry shield attack of the oncoming Royal Guardian of Stormwind. Like a kite with a broken string, she was knocked off the city. And as if thinking of something, a hint of determination flashed in Garona's eyes. The moment she landed, she slammed her twin swords into the city wall, and with a swing of her strength, she disappeared into the shadows in two or three strokes.

As if sensing something, Chromie, who was confronting him in front of the royal city, trembled. Sighing slightly, she didn't have time to sigh anything. She must fight for the future.

"Behold, my friend, thy mission is over. Why waste time here, even for us, time is precious. ”

Ignoring the sound of the Eternal Dragon in front of him filled with mental interference, Chromie gritted his teeth and whispered a spell in a trembling voice. Every time, in order to correct the trajectory of history and let everything enter the right future, she inevitably encounters such a thing. Each time, she felt like an executioner. However, if you do too much, you will inevitably become a little numb.

But this time was different, this time, she made a fatal mistake. And such a mistake may ruin everyone! She couldn't imagine what a future would be like without Varian, without Stormwind, without humanity. Therefore, even if she exhausts all her abilities, she must protect this hope for the future.

"Infinite Dragon...... Initiate! ”