Natalie Céline is back safely, unscarred and visibly unmistreated.

When asked about the details of the kidnapping, Natalie didn't elaborate, only that the dark artifact had been taken away, and as for who it was, she didn't want to say, and soon they would reveal themselves.

The great chieftain of the tribe, who was extremely stubborn and confident, he could not keep the artifact, and he had only two endings, either to be killed by the evil dagger, or to throw it away before it was too soon and seal it again.

Well, it seems that Natalie Céline miscalculated this time.

Kalimdor Continent, Tribal Capital Orgrimmar, Chief Hall.

Garrosh gripped the blade of darkness and looked at it as he tried to feel the power of the artifact.

You say you're a warrior, why do you have to play with these spells, do you understand?

Well, Garrosh didn't understand, so he didn't sense any energy fluctuations.

"Do I need to chant any incantations for this?"

The Kukaron War Shamans standing in the hall immediately shook their heads, indicating that they didn't need it, or that they didn't know.

"Okay... Little dagger, I command you to open your eyes and lend me your power!"

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...

...

There was no use for eggs, and the eyeball in the center of the dagger was still closed.

Garrosh stretched out a thick finger and poked hard at his closed eyeball.

"Open your eyes!"

Just as Brother Garrosh began to try to crack his eyeballs open, something strange finally happened.

A female whisper suddenly resounded in the Great Chief's mind.

"You succeeded ... Orcs ... You have defeated all the contenders and have taken me in your hands, and now ... I will lend you my power, you will become extremely powerful, the mortal world will not be satisfied with you, you and I join forces, we can ... ”

"No, you have to lend me your strength, you and I will join forces, we will create an incomparably powerful and glorious tribe, this is all for the inheritance of the orcs, for the tribe!

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...

Miss Saratas was silent for a moment, as if she had not reacted.

"No, you don't understand the meaning of greatness, the empire of orcs, humans, elves, mortal races is useless, these small mortal organizations are not worth mentioning in the face of the dark empire in the past, you will be greatly sublimated, and I will help you to accomplish ... ”

"No! I don't need a greater sublimation, shut up! Everything I do is for the Horde, the Tribe needs your strength now, so do your bidding!Otherwise I'll break you in two and throw Durontar as a building material for the Boar Farm!"

"You don't understand ... ”

"I know very well that it's all for the tribe!

"Listen to me ... ”

"No, I don't listen! For the sake of the tribe! You too! This is the glorious opportunity that the tribe gives you!"

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...

Saratas, the Blade of the Dark Empire was silent again.

I never thought of it, I never thought of it... How long have you been sealed up?What happened to the world of Azeroth?Are the mortal races so stubborn and bullish now?Why do you disobey people like a dumbfounder!

"For the Horde!"

Well, this orc has completely entered the play, holding himself at the moment and waving wildly, anyway, thousands of words converge into one sentence, don't ask, ask again for the tribe.

So... No, you have to run! Stay with this kind of muscular rough man who only knows how to charge, sooner or later, you will be ruined!

Tempt and corrupt him, save it, you might as well corrupt a big stone, at least the stone is not as stubborn as this orc.

Yes!!!

A strange sensation came, and Miss Saratas could feel a thick, hot column poking her eyeballs, no, it would break.

Garrosh was now using his fingers to crack the eyelids of the dagger eyeball, preventing the eyeball from closing again.

"Are you listening to me? for the sake of the tribe! lend me your power! quickly! now!"

The old lady doesn't want to do it for the tribe! The old lady just wants to corrupt a few mortal flesh creatures!

Help!! orc monster uncle molested the underage god of the ancients!

All in all, Saratas is ready to run away from the clutches of this evil orc.

It's slipping away, and I can't play with you muscular warriors of glory.

After tossing and turning for a long time, Brother Garrosh was temporarily defeated, and he did not get the power of the ancient gods as he wished.

Cursing and throwing the dagger aside, he was going to go back for a meal first, and then continue to come back to brainwash this dagger when he was full of food and drink.

But Garrosh doesn't seem to have a chance.

Natalie Celine's side has already been recruited, and in the face of the interrogation of the old buddies of the Holy Army, she can't hold out for long at all.

Nightfall, Orgrimmar.

Rumble!

A building not far from the Chief's Hall suddenly exploded, and the billowing smoke accompanied by the light of the fire in the sky caught everyone's attention.

Seeing the nearby night patrol soldiers running towards the place of the incident, the two elite Kukaron guards guarding the door of the chief's hall did not move, but only looked at them a few times with a little puzzlement.

The next moment, the two guards trembled violently at the same time, their necks were silently pierced, and blood immediately gushed out.

The eldest son of the god who participated in the raid did not hesitate to enter the chieftain's hall, accompanied by a dozen thieves of the Night Warrior Black Moon Legion, a group of hostile Night Elves who were more than willing to carry out any action against the Horde, and the eyes that were smeared with the black ashes of the World Tree under the hood glistened with endless hatred.

"Stop, don't alarm those two... Hey, when I didn't say. ”

Before the eldest son of the god who led the team finished speaking, the group of Night Warrior thieves had already swarmed up and stabbed the two Kukaron war shamans and warriors guarding the hall with the daggers in their hands.

This is called a chaotic knife stab, and the orc brother who was suddenly stabbed more than a dozen times died on the spot, and the thief was miserable.

After searching (and killing all the way) through the Chief's Hall, the target of the trip was finally found on the table in Garrosh's War Board, the S-shaped dagger.

Saratas, on the other hand, immediately opened her eyes, and she sensed the power of the Titans, especially the intruder who took the lead, and the Titan divine power in her body was so thick that it was incomparably thick.

What's the situation! I'm going to change my master so soon?

Don't, the old lady doesn't want to fall into the hands of the Titans!

Garrosh!You stupid muscular bruch!Where are you!Your beloved little darling is going to be stolen!Help! Someone!

However, Saratas's mental fluctuations did not spread, and the chains of dark golden divine power firmly bound the dagger, binding all her power in it.

"The goal is in hand, retreat. ”

The eldest son of the god waved his hand and turned to walk out of the hall.

"Welcome to the Tower of Sleep, strange ancient gods, our scholars have been waiting for you. ”

The ill-intentioned nerve message of the eldest son of God entered the dagger.

Miss Saratas is about to cry, she just wants to find a priest or mage to be a carrier of corruption, it's so difficult in this day and age!