"The Aroma of Evil Power" (Lingua Franca)

"Connoisseur, try my self-created Evil Whirlwind Slash!" (Orc)

"This trick is so slow that you lose your teeth" (lingua franca)

"It's because you don't have a good look, big ....... Uncle...... No, no, no, woman, spare your life! ”

Gul'dan's Death Knights were meant to cover for Garona, and when they succeeded, these orcs wouldn't be foolish enough to die. Anyway, they are all holding on to human skins now, and it is still very easy to hide.

Sadly, though, the hapless Death Knight met two different guys.

Ren Fan, who had just woken up, was awakened by the loud noise outside, and went out to check the situation with the support of Onexia, who had been blushing, and ran into the unlucky guy in front of him. For some reason, Ren Fan felt that his five senses were many times more agile, and the slightest trace of evil energy on this body did not escape his nose at all.

And the good immortal, this orc is still a delicate mind, and it seems that he noticed that the human in front of him noticed the abnormality, so he decided to strike first. Unfortunately, none of them were something he could handle. As soon as he raised his hand, he was pressed to the ground by Onexia, four ice picks unceremoniously pinned his limbs to the ground, slender jade feet stepped on his back, even if he was far away, Ren Fan heard a click of broken bones.

And when he saw that the shocking wounds on the man's limbs were not bleeding, he thought of something. Pulling the Death Knight by the hair and rubbing it against his face through the shield, the light burning him sending out a beastly roar. However, wiping the cigarette ash off his face, Ren Fan suddenly felt a little surprised, this guy seems to have seen it himself...... By the way, isn't this the Curl Stilla of the Iron Horse Brotherhood.

After realizing what had happened, Ren Fan's mood instantly became extremely bad. With one hand on the head of the Death Knight, the huge amount of holy light carried by the healing technique poured wildly into the body of the dead man, and the golden light even shone from his already cloudy eyes. The souls of the orcs, already infested with evil powers, were in agony under the scorching light. Struggling is useless, and Onexia's strength is not something he can fight against.

A minute later, Ren Fan slowly stood up. The soul of the orc had been burned, and at this time, it was a clean human hero who fell to the ground. Even deep down, Ren Fan still didn't regard these humans in front of him as his own kind, but seeing a great warrior being desecrated like this, he couldn't help but feel a trace of anger.

Wouldn't Azeroth be able to fight the Burning Legion without orcs?

Ren Fan doesn't think so.

This time, he was able to participate in history personally, and Ren Fan would never let the wrong history repeat itself.

Thinking of what Lothar had told himself, the tragic situation of those villages that were slaughtered by the orc army, Ren Fan couldn't help but clench his fists. Orcs must die!

"Burn him, Oni." Sighing, Ren Fan said to the girl beside him. Nodding slightly, she snapped her fingers, and a dark red flame leaped to her fingertips. But before she could make a move, the dead body on the ground suddenly stumbled and spoke. The sound was strange and unpleasant, like the creak of sandpaper against a blackboard, but it was indeed human language.

"Ren Fan, sir...... See me, sir! Orcs, assassinated, king...... My time...... Not much......"

Ren Fan's pupils couldn't help shrinking, and as if to confirm the warrior's words, a red firework exploded in the distant sky. Then, a terrible siren rang out throughout Stormwind. Three large and one small, four fireworks exploded in the air, which was a signal set with the navy. And the alarm is a harbing......

Stormwind City is broken, and everyone is moving closer to Stormwind Harbor, preparing to evacuate......

Being able to say his name already proves that the person in front of him is a human and no longer an immortal monster. Without time to think about why he was able to save his soul, he picked up the cold body on the ground, and Ren Fan ran against the panicked flow of people on the street in the direction of the city gate.

Things haven't changed, nothing has changed. Ryan was assassinated, and if he guessed correctly, it was Garona who was controlled to assassinate him. Stormwind is broken, Lothar will take the infant Varian north for help, and then, it will be an epic second orc war. The humans were victorious, the orcs were defeated, and Stormwind was recaptured, building on the wreckage the future human world, and even the core of the entire Alliance, the new Stormwind.

But no one knows how many people will be rescued in this panicked transfer, and how many will remain here forever. Stormwind doesn't have enough capacity to move all the inhabitants away, and what will happen to the remaining humans?

Thinking about the millions of heroes of the tribe in the Second Orc War, and then thinking about the evil thing that devoured human flesh and blood in the Gate of Darkness, Ren Fan couldn't help but feel cold.

was upset by the panicked crowd, and then, Ren Fan felt as if someone had scratched his shoulder. The next moment, he floated to the roof as if he had lost gravity. smiled sweetly, although she didn't know why Ren Fan was so upset, but she was still very happy to be able to help Ren Fan.

Well, it must be because of the reason for repaying the kindness...... That's right, it must be......

Nodding gratefully, he didn't have time to say anything more, he walked on the roof like a peerless master, and the closer he got to the walls, the more soldiers in the chaotic crowd became. In such a chaotic situation, chaos can easily turn into a rout. When it was discovered that the orcs had breached one of the walls, the banner representing the king had fallen, and Sir Lothar was nowhere to be found, his morale was rapidly eroded like a deflated ball. At this point, they are irrational, and the will to survive prevails over everything. They fled desperately, and anyone who stood in their way was an enemy, even if that person had been their most trusted robe a moment ago.

At the foot of the city wall in the distance, a blue lion battle flag stood out in the chaos. With the last of the guards, Lothar resolutely remained last, for the sake of all. Above the city, sporadic resistance continued, and the remnants of the encircled human soldiers fought desperately, clinging to the last shred of hope for reinforcements that would never arrive. More orcs began to flock to the city.

Lothar, on the other hand, was stuck in front of these orcs.

It was the only thing he could do for the soldiers.

Listening to the howls of his comrades, Lothar's hands trembled incessantly, and his nails pierced deep into his palms, dripping with blood.

Kicking away the two routs that were blocking the way, Ren Fan flashed past the guards blocking Lothar in three or two steps, and said loudly:

"Lothar, this man has something to say to you."

Cleveland's appearance made Lothar stunned, and he struggled to open his mouth, and the young warrior whose soul fire had been burned out used his last strength to say to Lothar:

"Sir, a team of orcs has infiltrated through a goblin tunnel...... They're going to raid the city, be careful......"

With that, a smile appeared as if relieved, and Cleveland was finally relieved. The tormented soul left the body and went to the legendary kingdom of heaven. Silently taking the already cold corpse from Ren Fan's arms, Lothar rested his head on his shoulder and wept silently.

At the top of the city, a remnant army struggled to break out of the siege. The seriously wounded commander was almost one step before he vomited a mouthful of blood. But even so, he still led his subordinates to kill.

Even if there are no more people around.

Seeing the Lothar tribe under the city, the young general's knees went limp, and he rolled down the steps. His eyes were dark, and in a daze, he seemed to see that Lothar was hugging someone...... Seems to be someone from the Iron Horse Brotherhood...... That guy named Cleveland? No matter, it's too tired. Grandma's, orcs are such a bunch of perverts. In the next life, Lao Tzu will definitely be born in a world without orcs......

Bolval's head slammed against a protruding staircase, and he fainted. But after only two rolls, he was surrounded by a holy light.

Grabbing the back of Bolval's neck with one hand, he slapped Bolval on him as if he didn't need money for the healing technique. Finally seeing a trace of blood on this guy's face, Ren Fan breathed a sigh of relief. Placing Bolvar on the ground, he took a deep breath, the thick bloody breath made him feel particularly uncomfortable. At this time, the strength of the individual is no longer enough to control the situation of the battle, but he still has an inexplicable impulse.

Holding the 'Lightbringer' in his hand, Ren Fan slowly walked up the stairs one step at a time. Blood fell on the steps, and the sticky response was disgusting. Ren Fan didn't know what he was angry about, but he was just angry. His hands began to tremble, and he began to swing in excitement or fear. The corners of his mouth began to rise, and he put on a hideous expression like an orc, and Sen Sen's white teeth looked particularly gloomy in the midst of a bloody corpse, like a fierce beast that chooses to devour people. As if thinking of something, he handed the 'Lightbringer' to his right hand, pulled out Quirsera with his left hand, and ignored the oncoming orc heavy axe, Ren Fan turned his head and said to Onexia with a scale without the slightest tone:

"Oni, I'm going to go!"