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Behind the central tent, there was a faint scream.

Those Guldan's guards were all executed.

In this wave of executions, Lin Qing and the black hand can be described as thunderous and resolute.

Lin Qing's eyes were gloomy, like a vicious wolf, staring at Guldan, who was rolling on the ground in pain and was speechless, knowing that his opponent was still sensible, but he deliberately said: "Great shaman, you have been victimized by a traitor. I hereby swear that as the Great Chief, I will carry forward your legacy and occupy the continent of Azeroth as the home of our orcs. You can go with confidence! ”

How can Gul'dan go with peace of mind?

He clutched his throat, but the poison of botulinum toxin was really too explosive, and he could barely stay alive despite all his might.

Lin Qing smiled lightly and said, "About your tribe? What do you do? What are your responsibilities? Feel relieved! We, the Council of Supreme Chiefs, with three people left, have adopted a resolution by unanimous vote. We elect the former Great Chief, the Black Hand, to take your place and succeed you as the Great Shaman. And I will be the Great Chief. The two of us worked together, the Great Chief and the Great Shaman working closely together. You can go with peace of mind. ”

Hearing that there were only three people left, the Supreme Council of Chiefs had already arranged everything after his death. His place will be taken by the black hand, and Gul'dan simply can't believe his ears. But looking at Lin Qing and the black hand, the expression of hooking shoulders and backs, embarrassed, and smiling evilly, even if he didn't believe it, he could only believe it at this time.

"You guys!" He stretched out his long fingers and pointed at Lin Qing unwillingly: "You deserve to die!" ”

"Great shaman, you are delirious!" Lin Qing's face turned blank and shouted: "Hurry up, carry the former great shaman, and go down to treat and rest." ”

He turned around and publicly announced the decision of the Council of Supreme Chiefs to the tens of thousands of orcs of the tribe.

"The Council of Supreme Chiefs has decided that the former Grand Shaman, Gul'dan, has become terminally ill and is about to die because he has been poisoned by unknown persons. The former Great Chieftain Black Hand acted as the Great Shaman, and the Warhammer Clan Chief Lin Qing succeeded him as the Great Chief! “

"Roar!"

"Good!"

The orcs turned into a boiling ocean in an instant.

This time, the peak turned around, and the sky changed in an instant.

The familiar combination of the big chieftain black hand and the great shaman Guldan suddenly became the big chief Lin Qing, the big shaman black hand.

For this unpredictable situation, the simple-minded orcs are often blindfolded and do not know how to deal with it.

But only a few people such as Lin Qing and the black hand know the inside story of all this.

Li Meilin, Yanran and the others couldn't believe their ears and eyes.

This time the turmoil is strange, and the transformation is extremely fast.

Lin Qing took advantage of Guldan's ill intentions and actually fought back, so simply, killed Guldan?

That's changing too fast, isn't it?

Lin Qing smiled faintly, accepting the cheers of the 7 major clans and tens of thousands of orcs, and glanced at the black hand of the great shaman.

"Good brother!" The black hand slapped Lin Qing's shoulder fiercely, and his tone was full of disbelief: "I thought that it was already the best result to be able to arrange you to the position of the big chief this time." I didn't expect the change to be so fast, and Guldan was actually poisoned and killed. Ahaha! I also became a great shaman, and I was really overjoyed in my life. ”

Lin Qing said lightly: "Big brother black hand, our next task is even more arduous." What Gul'dan left behind was a mess. The Terrans will soon be attacking. We are left with the last line of defense. ”

The black hand looked up to the sky and laughed: "I don't know what you're capable of? If there is one person who can lead the tribe out of the trough and meet a glorious tomorrow, it must be you! ”

Lin Qing stood with his hands in his hands, facing the worship of tens of thousands of orcs, and smiled faintly.

"Actually," he smiled, "that's what I thought in my heart." ”

"Is Gul'dan dead?" The black hand leaned into Lin Qing's ear and whispered.

This time, the hatred between the two and Gul'dan is endless. Not only did he fight for power and profit, but he also poisoned Guldan, and even executed 178 henchmen loyal to Guldan of the tyrannical clan, once Guldan woke up, he would definitely fight to the death with the two.

His shadow council is quite powerful. The two killed three chieftains, including Gromash and executed 178 of his henchmen, but they still did not dare to underestimate Gul'dan's influence.

Lin Qing smiled incomprehensibly: "No." ”

The black hand was shocked.

Lin Qing continued to add: "But it's also coming soon. ”

Only then did the black hand put his mind at ease.

In the central tent, Gul'dan, who was on the verge of death, had entered a pre-death coma.

The people who guarded Guldan's bed were all figures with heads and faces in the 7 major clans. Among them, there is no shortage of secret members of his shadow council.

These members can ensure that the seriously injured Gul'dan will not be hidden.

As a large tribe of tens of thousands of orcs, Gul'dan's fate has long been closely linked to the Shadow Council, and countless people don't want Gul'dan to die because of this.

Even if Lin Qing and the black hand join forces, they can't hack Guldan.

Among the orcs guarding the dying Guldan, one of the orcs suddenly pointed to Guldan's eyes and exclaimed, "Guldan is not dead yet!" His eyes moved! ”

Gul'dan is indeed not dead.

If anyone had eaten so much botulinum toxin, they would have died a long time ago.

But Gul'dan, because of the evil energy in his body, made a deal with the demon Kil'Gardan.

In the depths of his sea of consciousness, Gul'dan was roaring, struggling, and roaring.

He felt that his body, because of the abominable toxin, was rapidly decaying, like a puddle of rotten flesh, corroded and unconscious.

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Gul'dan roared, struggling toward a dark green being in the depths of the Sea of Consciousness.

That dark green presence transformed into a majestic and hideous face!

That's the face of the demon Kilgardan!

That's right.

The person who Gul'dan took refuge in, the master behind it, is the devil, Kilgardan!

This Kil Gardan gave to Gul'dan, in addition to allowing Gul'dan to learn the skills of a warlock and bringing this magic into the tribe. In addition to turning them into war machines thirsting for chaos and destruction, he also instigated Gul'dan to feed on the orc army with demonic blood, allowing the orcs to slaughter the Draenei. More than 800 years later, Medivento, possessed by Sargeras, dreamed of the orc warlocks of the planet Draenor, and it was Kilgardan who took control of Gul'dan and agreed to Sargeras's call.

Kil'gardan's purpose is to let the Burning Legion occupy all planes.

Gul'dan was desperate, and when he was dying, he had to turn to Kil'jadan for help.

Although Kil'Gardan was extremely angry at Gul'dan's waste, he didn't want to lose this orc great shaman that he had cultivated with great difficulty. (To be continued.) )