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Sure enough, there was a flickering black phantom on the top of the mountain not far away. Judging by its silhouette alone, it looks like a humanoid creature, not much the same size as an orc.

"Captain Nazgael, look at the hill to the east, there is a figure!" Fuhang shouted.

Nazgael nodded, and ordered all the wolf knights to protect Fuhang. He carried the Pu knife, whispered a few words to the whistling wolf who was sitting down, and galloped over like a howling wind.

This flickering black shadow, knowing that his whereabouts were still exposed, stood on the top of the mountain. The dazzling light of the fire exposed his entire body to the entire battlefield.

A grayish-brown cloak enveloped his body, a green hood that hid all of his countenance, and a staff in his hand glowed green. He chanted softly, and the heat above Nazgail's head was unusually hot, and the red magic matrix was glowing with blazing flames, and in an instant, several flame meteorites were projected from the magic matrix, enveloping Nazgail's various positions.

Warlock! Fuhang was amazed. Sure enough, Gul'dan had already arrived in Kalimdor. Fu Hang gasped, could it be that Gul'dan had already gone to the Warsong Lumber Yard by himself?

Flame meteorites that fell from the sky fell and exploded on the earth. Nazgael was a sixth-order wolf knight after all, and such a rain of flames could not resist his advance.

The howling wolf under the seat is flexible and elegant, swimming freely between meteorites. Several times, when the flamemeteorite was about to hit Captain Nazgail, they were dodged by Nazgail's nimble position. Fuhang is also admired, the fighting skills of the orcs are indeed breathtaking.

The warlock slowly retreated, trying to take advantage of the deep darkness of the night to disappear his figure. But Nazgail wouldn't give him this chance, the howling wolf kept accelerating, Nazgael jumped up, and rose from the back of the howling wolf, the sword reversed, and the heavy back of the knife, like a brute hammer, hit the warlock.

Nazgail's large, broad hand grabbed the warlock's neck. The left hand ripped off his hood. Nazgael was surprised and said, "You're an orc? ”

Fuhang was attracted by Nazgael's surprised tone, and sure enough, it was an orc, and Guldan's minions had already arrived in Kalimdor.

"These troops, you are in charge, you orc scum." Nazgail said indignantly. The orcs are most resentful of the traitors in their tribes, orcs are different from humans, orcs have more simplicity in their bones, more attachment to glory. Not long after, there was such a righteous army among the human race, and that was the Knights of the Silver Hand.

"Put away your anger, orc brother. With the arrival of the Burning Legion, each of us is our own master, how did I become the scum of the orcs? The warlock sneered.

"Tell your troops to stop, or I'll cut off your head immediately."

With a flick of the Warlock's staff, the earth trembled, and a huge black gate rose from the ground in a flash. This is a small demonic door, and inside this door is a magical anomaly from another world. The three-meter-high gate rose on the battlefield, and these imps and hell broke away from the battle one after another, and all flocked to this small demon gate.

Fu Hang stared at this demon gate quietly, and he had a feeling that on the other side of the demon gate, it seemed that endless power and darkness were hidden. But it was because of this that Fu Hang felt strange that the magical energy in his body not only did not reject the world over there, but instead expressed a great yearning for it.

"Get out!" The warlock was thrown out, and he staggered a few steps before he could get to his feet.

"The fate of the orcs is about to be rewritten, and you tribes who claim to be orthodox will eventually be ruled by us." ”

Nazgail's fangs were bared, and his heavy snort kept coming, and he raised his arms towards the wolf knights and shouted, "Our true tribe will never be ruled by you orcs who are controlled by evil forces, and it is you, think about your future." ”

The warlock didn't say much, he shook his staff and stepped into the demon's door.

"Go to the Warsong Lumber Yard now, hurry, hurry!" Fuhang shouted to all the wolf knights.

I had to do this, and there were all kinds of signs that the Warsong Clan had reached the moment of choice in history. Gul'dan's warlock had arrived at the place, apparently he had sent to investigate the situation.

As expected, Gul'dan was also rushing to the Warsong Lumber Yard. Your wolf knights need to hurry.

Nazgail and Fuhang reorganized the wolf knights, the wounded wolf knights rested on the spot, and the dead wolf knights were also buried here. The wolf knights do not want their bones to return home, they die for glory and are to be buried on the battlefield of glory.

The 180 wolf knights are ready and moving on. This time the march was faster, and Fuhang believed that the wolf knights would be able to reach the Warsong Lumber Yard by the early morning of the next day.

It turned out that Fuhang was right, and when the sky was still dark and the night was peaceful, Fuhang came to the Warsong Lumber Yard.

It was deserted, and the entire camp was filled with large timbers, without the smell of an orc. However, not far away there was an exaggerated cave, and on the damp cliff face of the cave, the fire was constantly dancing.

"The orcs of the Warsong Clan are there." Nazgael pointed ahead, and the wolf knights all descended from the howling wolf and fixed it to the wood.

Fuhang and Nazgael were at the front, and the wolf knights followed the two of them. Let's go to this huge cavern. The cave resembles an open-pit mine, it is so large that it can accommodate more than a thousand orcs from its entrance.

Go around the entrance of the cave, there is no cave. Inside the spacious cave, nearly a thousand soldiers of the Warsong Clan stood in it, surrounding their chieftain. It's like some strange ritual is being performed. The roars made the atmosphere seem extremely uplifting, as if this was a pre-war assembly.

The entire interior of the cave was illuminated by a dazzling torch, and every corner was illuminated by the firelight. An orc warlock weighed a glass of green juice with a shuddering glass made of dead wood, and was sending it to the legendary god of war, Grom Hellroar!

P.S. In this novel, Gul'dan did not die, nor did he go to find the godhead in the tomb of Sargeras, nor was he killed by Orgrim Destroyer's Hammer. Instead, he served the old tribe until the arrival of the Burning Legion, when he was ordered by Kil'Gardan to help the Burning Legion destroy Azeroth. Why Gul'dan did not die is also because of the protagonist, which will be mentioned later. So if you have any questions, you can follow up this book and find out.