Like the Tempest Clan, the Roar Clan and the Fanged Clan, the catastrophe of exterminating the race is about to be staged in every corner of the Draenor Continent, and in the north of the Draenor Continent, a tribe called the Splitclaw Clan is about to endure a violence and horror that is completely beyond their imagination. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the edge of the Broken Ridge Plain, in several stone towers made of rubble, the roots of logs and animal skins and flags tied to its surface have been built into a primitive and revealing hall, a shaman is staring intently at the totem pendant in his hand, a frost wolf skin is completely draped on him, the wolf's head is worn like a helmet, and the claws hang down from the shoulders, although the old shaman looks far less strong than the young people around him, but the mottled blood stains on the surface of the iron claws on his right hand, It still proves that he still retains the bravery and ferocity of the past.

Unlike those tribes who have opted for the power of the Shadows under demonic spelling, Splittal has always adhered to an ancient shamanic legacy, and while the clan is much smaller than the Stormlooter and Bone Chewing clans, those who are skilled in shamanism have remained the cornerstone of Draenor's ancient culture and one of Orgrim's most trusted allies in the first place.

"Demonic minions...... Will follow the expedition back to Draenor, die...... and destruction...... It could come at any time! ”

Looking at the totem ornament that had suddenly been burned into char by the bursting tongue of fire, the old shaman's eyes immediately appeared with uncontrollable horror, and his trembling voice quickly spread the uneasiness throughout the hall.

Just as all kinds of noisy voices continued to spit out from the mouths of the surrounding orcs, an exceptionally burly orc stood up, strode up to the shaman and said dissatisfiedly: "Those weak and timid humans, even if they win for a while by means of intrigues, will only delay their conquest by us, sooner or later we will kill their warriors, burn their homes, and devour their babies and wives and daughters in their screams and screams!" ”

Treating slaughter as instinct, plundering and destruction as routine, the desolation of the continent of Draenor, the lack of food, and the fact that they regard all creatures that do not belong to their own race as food, has nothing to do with justice or evil, but is just the primitive and bloody habits of the tribal clans.

"That rich continent is nothing more than our hunting grounds, food, weapons, slaves, everything is so plentiful that we can grab it when we need it."

"A privileged life will surely erode courage, do they still have the courage to chase after them and take revenge?"

"Old chief, have you lost all your courage, if the shaman can only make people cowardly escape, then it is better to choose the power of the shadow!"

Although the old shaman has a high reputation and status in the Splittal Clan, the words of this orc warrior are still alive and recognized by most of the clansmen, and those old orcs are immersed in the glory of the past and can't extricate themselves, and the warriors who are too old to accept the old shaman's remarks, and even questioned the shamanic way that the clan has always adhered to, although this question was quickly drowned out by a rebuke, but the opposition to his remarks is getting bigger and bigger, looking at the excited and angry clansmen in front of him, The old shaman could only swallow back the escape proposition that he was about to say, and sighed helplessly......

"Oh? Hunting ground, it's really an interesting word, hehe, quack, hehe, hahahahahaha............"

Just when the orcs of the Splittal Clan spoke out one after another, shouting loudly how vulnerable humans were, and how they plundered and slaughtered them, the bonfire in the center of the hall instantly turned blue, and the originally warm fire now brought only cold, which was not purely due to the cold caused by the low temperature, but as gloomy as the depths of the tomb, and even a layer of frost appeared on the wooden beams and corner stones of the hall, and this poignant laughter that sounded out of thin air made this cold penetrate into the heart more and more.

The orcs of the Splitclaw Clan, who were originally a little excited, were immediately angered by this sinister laugh when the cold chill seeped into their bodies, and stood up and roared loudly after death, and a little orange-red light was also emitted from the old shaman's side along with the war song, but this did not dispel the abnormality in the hall, and the yin wind replaced the frost from the gaps between the rocks, and the loopholes in the animal skin continued to pour into it, which was mixed with the smell of decay, so that some mildew and ulcers that represented ** continued to spread around.

"Okava! What's wrong with you, Okawa............"

There were no violent energy fluctuations at all, and there were no traces of erosion from the outside world, an orc warrior of the Splitclaw Clan just took a step, and felt a sense of dizziness, not only did his eyes gradually become blurred, but the sound in his ears became more and more slight, just barely hearing a shout from his companion and fell into darkness and silence, after falling heavily to the ground, his whole body immediately fell into a violent withdrawal, and the rate of breathing became more and more rapid.

The hoarse inhalation lasted less than two seconds before it stopped, and his increasingly stiff and cold limbs and body stopped shaking, and the beating heart in his chest had stopped forever.

"Damn, shit, shit! I ......"

The curses of the other two orc warriors, who were also dressed in wolf skins, suddenly burst open, and despite the wolf-headed helmet, the blood and brains still splattered out like all around, and the explosive blood stains made the original only stay in the eerie environment become strange and hideous.

The originally noisy and noisy hall suddenly fell silent in the face of these three sudden deaths, and even the sound of the yin wind blowing and whining could be heard clearly, and the old shaman's previous words resurfaced at this moment, but the feeling in his heart was completely different......

"Cold evil, the Splitclaw Clan will not fear, will not flinch, will never compromise, pay the price for your evil deeds!"

After the old shaman said these words slowly, the Storm Whip Totem composed of spiritual light appeared around him, and a dazzling electric light converged in mid-air, and shrouded the entire mid-air like ripples, and under the tear of the power of thunder, a shadow crack from the subspace, and a humanoid figure that seemed to be composed entirely of pitch-black shadow matter, appeared above the hall of the Splitclaw Clan.