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"Drunken Wind, Khadgar, and Kudran, follow Onexia all the way northwest to find Deathwing! I don't know what cards you have to face the King of the Black Dragons - but I trust you! You must defeat Deathwing and reclaim Gul'dan's head! ”

"Wait a minute!" Onexia Rook interrupted Lothar's command, "Don't let the Hammer Dwarves follow! As far as I know, almost all of the adult dragons of the Black Dragon Legion have already arrived at Draenor! This is not comparable to those red dragon cubs who have been matured by orcs! Each dragon is above the epic according to your division! The Griffin Knight can only come to deliver food! ”

"Aren't you without scouts?" Lothar grabbed Kudran with his teeth and claws, "It's clear that Deathwing is deliberately showing his tracks this time, and we can't expect him to stay like this." ”

"It's okay!" This time it was Drunken Wind who spoke, "I can probably guess where Deathwing is going - with Oni here, we can catch him!" ”

"That's right!" Khadgar also nodded, "I already feel the breath of Guldan's skull, the black dragon can't run away this time!" ”

"Okay." Since they all said this, Lothar nodded, "So how many soldiers are you going to bring?" ”

"No soldiers! Don't want one! Drunken Wind was full of confidence at this time, "In front of the dragon, even elite soldiers are meaningless, only the three of us are enough!" ”

"I'm with you, too." Kilrog suddenly spoke, "If you go to find that black dragon, you will inevitably pass through Tarador, and Oakington is there—and I am destined to be there." ”

Early the next morning, Drunken Wind, Onexia, Khadgar, and Kilrog set off early and flew northwest, and interestingly, Onexia did not change back into the form of a black dragon, but all five of them were crammed into the back of the can, and if it weren't for Khadgar's feathering technique, maybe the can would have died of exhaustion......

"Drunken Wind, you said you probably knew where Deathwing went, really?" In the middle of the journey, Khadgar suddenly asked, "Where is he going?" ”

"It's simple, go to a place where no one will bother - Kilrog, where to the northwest of us, where the orcs are almost all gone?"

"Let me think about it......," Kilrog began to ponder, "not counting those small tribes, the orcs of Frostfire Ridge that I know should be gone, there are two main clans that originally lived there, the Thor Clan is a diehard loyalist of Nao Zu, and now they should all be guarding the Hellfire Fortress; Then there's the Frostwolf Clan, who left Draenor, but they haven't been able to find them since, and they're probably still hiding somewhere in Azeroth. ”

"If nothing else, Deathwing is now in Frostfire Ridge!"

The group did their best to hurry, but they still lost the trace of Deathwing, but fortunately their purpose was determined, and everyone rushed to Frostfire Ridge under the guidance of Kilrog.

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Three days later, Tarador, Oakington.

"I think I should leave—I'm going to meet my death here." Kilrog walked calmly towards Oakington, as if there was something in the ruins that strongly attracted him. This indifference made the remaining three people a little overwhelmed.

"Hey, Khadgar, do you want us to come along? Why do I think it's weird......" Drunken Wind touched Khadgar's back with his elbow.

"Me too, it doesn't feel right," Khadgar nodded, "Let's go along, maybe there's something unexpected." ”

"Stop, you filthy orcs and these bastards who are friends with orcs!" A shrill voice in the shadows shouted in orc language, "Are you going to desecrate my mother's soul?" I, Giacomo Venucci, will not let you get away with it! ”

"Come out, little Draenei—I don't want to kill anymore, I'm no longer a bloodthirsty orc."

"You're not the orcs who are summoning strange things?"

"No, I'm not. I used to be a warrior, but I lost my glory, and now I have followed my destiny here, and I want to regain my glory. ”

A little guy in the shadows stepped out timidly.

Unlike the usual Draenei, this little creature has lost his noble appearance, his body is short and rickety, his skin is sagging due to sagging, and his clothes have been torn in some places, revealing a lot of hypertrophic sarcomas.

A flash of arcane blue brilliance flashed.

"Little one, can you understand what I'm saying? Can you tell me what you've been through? You're nothing like the Draenei I know. Khadgar crouched down and held out his hand to the little one, "I am not your enemy, and I have no intention of blaspheming your mother. ”

"Wow!" Venucci's eyes flashed, "What kind of power is this?" It was as spirited as the Light—well, unfortunately not as warm as the Light. ”

At the mention of the Light, the little one's eyes darkened.

"Dad died in battle, Shattrath exploded, we were all infectious, Mom went crazy, and later left me a necklace and died, I went to Grandpa Veron, he said I would infect others, Venucci is a good boy, good children don't bring pain to others, so Venucci stayed with Ogini to accompany Mom."

"Venucci is such a good boy." Drunken Wind reached out and touched Venucci's little head.

"But, uncle, why doesn't the Light answer me anymore?" Raising his head again, Venucci's cloudy eyes were already overflowing with tears, "Grandpa Veron said that Venucci is the best!" Why is it that no matter how much Venucci prays, the Light is not willing to answer me now? ”

"......" Drunken Wind had nothing to say, and he couldn't bear to open his mouth to tell Venucci that he had become a Breaker who could not accept the Light because he had been infected by evil powers.

On the other hand, Kilrog recalled the days when the Blood Ring Clan was trembling in the shadows of the Raven Clan, and at that time he was determined to go into the Blood Ring Cave and dig out his own eyes to predict the future, in addition to glory, isn't it also for the sake of the children, for the future of the clan.

What is it that makes himself and his people stop chasing honor and are bent on killing? What made you commit such a sin?

The brief silence was broken by the chanting of a spell from Okini's outreach, and Noboton anxiously pulled the drunken wind: "Uncle, let's go quickly, the orcs inside have started to cast spells again, and when they cast spells, the whole of Omegany is trembling!" ”

Before Drunken Wind could reply, an incomparably harsh voice came from the depths of Orgini: "Mortals, you have summoned me, and I, the great Momor, will respond to your call with destruction!" ”