Gugal felt sad.

And not because Gul'dan was in a coma.

What does it matter to him that Gul'dan is unconscious, that old, ugly, disgusting orc, Gurgar wishes he was finished. In the absence of Gul'dan, Gulgar felt refreshed, as if a mountain had moved from his head, and even his breath carried the wind of freedom...... Although he was in captivity, he felt incredibly free.

What if the Shadow Council is finished?

Regardless of his bird business, he is an ogre and not an orc, besides, even if it is an ogre who dies and it is about his birds, it is not him who dies anyway.

Originally, Gugal was in a good mood, but in the dark, a force so powerful that he trembled found him. Even a glimpse of this power made Gugar's mind unbearable to almost collapse.

And this force seems to be very optimistic about itself.

Just as he was about to continue to make contact with the power, a warhammer was pressed to his face. The power that was originally within reach disappeared in an instant, as if it had never existed. Looking up, Gugar saw Orgrim's grinning face.

This guy laughed like Gul'dan, or did they all orcs do that......

Turning around, in the distance, Gugar saw a line of elite wolf cavalry watching from a distance. They weren't cheering themselves on, on the contrary, the spears in the hands of these bastards were all faintly pointed at themselves.

Gugar is not stupid, he knows very well what will happen if he refuses to be smart or takes the opportunity to escape. He didn't simply think that these weren't the wolf cavalry of the Blackstone Clan, and they would be the only overseers here. Taking a deep breath, he took a step forward and stomped heavily, shouting aloud under the nervous and puzzled gaze of the human sentry in the distance:

"I am Gugar, the most powerful warlock of the tribe...... One...... Who dares to challenge me! ”

On the battlefield, except for the sound of the wind, quietly, embarrassedly pinching his waist, pretending to be proud, Gugal waited for a long time and did not find any response. Turning his two heads back into place, looking up at the sky at forty-five degrees, and looking at the blank expressions of the human soldiers on the city wall in the distance, he suddenly realized a problem......

Speak by yourself, the group of humans on the other side can't understand......

"You idiot, can't you just use your brain!"

"Who do you say is an idiot! You idiot! ”

"Idiot? You widen your eyes to see who's the idiot! ”

"Of course you're a fool, an idiot, an idiot, an inferior creature who only drools, a reptile that's even more demented than those greenskins!"

......

Inexplicably, the ogre's two heads suddenly quarreled violently. The voice was so loud and loud that even the wolf cavalry who were following behind could hear it clearly. In the midst of the quarrel, perhaps because of tension or for some reason, suddenly, with the sound of the bowstring, a crossbow bolt suddenly flew out of the human walled city, and came straight to Gugar's chest. Like swatting flies, the two-headed ogre slapped the crossbow arrow that had little strength to the ground with a flick of his hand, and then, almost subconsciously, his left hand suddenly erupted into a dark green sword of chaos, and almost in the next second, the fireball with a long tail of flame smashed on the wall, sawdust splashed everywhere, and the evil fire stuck to the surrounding soldiers like maggots on tarsal bones. The originally quiet battlefield suddenly erupted in countless sounds. Immediately after, a loud trumpet sounded in the human camp......

Gugar was a bit silly, he didn't want to fight humans. You know, he'd used his magic to eavesdrop on conversations in the camp. The sudden appearance of a super-powerful mage on the human side was no secret to Gugar.

For the sake of Orgrim, that orc is desperate? No kidding, okay!

But it seems that it is too late to retreat now. Sensing the energy gathering around him, Gugar immediately held up a shield of evil energy beside him. Then, as soon as he raised his hand, a stream of small evil energy suddenly shot out in the direction of the energy gathering, and almost at the same time, in the human camp, a mage who was chanting suddenly collapsed to the ground, and there was no breath for a moment.

"What's the situation?"

"My head is burned." An experienced royal mage retracted his already mustered magic with a solemn expression:

"Master, at least at the archmage level, such a person is not an opponent even if it is all of us!"

With that, he turned his head and looked expectantly at Khadgar, the so-called Guardian Slayer. And not just him, beside Khadgar, all the mages stopped what they were doing and stared at Khadgar's weathered face.

After waiting for a long time, Gugar was even ready to hold his head and squat in a defensive position, but the expected overwhelming destruction magic did not come. The mage who wanted to do it just now seems to be finished...... was given a countermeasure by one's own...... Anti-dead?

No kidding, don't they have archmages! How could it be killed by such a simple means? Wouldn't he disturb spells, wouldn't spells interfere, wouldn't he use high-energy arcane numbers to change the stability of the surrounding space and modify the trajectory?

Won't either? Could it be that the archmage on the other side is a parallel import?

Cowering and stretching his neck, Gugar hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his finger to the sky, shaking his fingers as he muttered something in his mouth. With his spell, a dark green comet fell from the sky and smashed straight into the mage's camp.

Hellfire!

Khadgar, who had never seen this kind of routine, panicked, and the fireball in his hand trembled. He didn't know if he could shoot this big dick, and if he did...... He didn't have a second chance.

But there was not enough time for him to think about it.

The fireball came out of its hands, affecting the meteorite that fell from the sky with an indomitable momentum. Ignoring his image, Khadgar rolled over and rolled behind improvised bunker not far away. The energy overflow from the teleportation was too severe, and he was worried that he would be caught and sniped by the master outside. After all, until now, he had not been able to perfectly overcome a spell countermeasure.

For a moment, Khadgar suddenly realized how stupid he was that he hadn't learned the flashing technique.

The huge fireball smashed steadily on the hellfire, and the flame turned into a fiery lotus flower in midair. Gugal, who was secretly glad that the other party did not have high-end combat power, instantly shrank his neck in fright and took half a step back. He knew very well how sour it would be for such a big fireball to hit his body.

After all, the two-headed ogre also played arcane back then.

The roar echoed across the battlefield, the flames dispersed, and the once huge boulders turned into rubble residues, with the fishy smell of evil powers, like a pile of abandoned construction waste. Relieved, Khadgar stood up as he cleaned up the dirt from his body. But then, he noticed that the meteorite, which had turned into dregs, seemed to be slowly gathering in the middle......

This thing has come to life!