"Tell me, were you born in the flames?

If not, how can you be so passionate about love and hate? How can you have the same self-confidence and courage as fire!

Tell me, have you ever been baptized in pain?

If not, how could you have forgotten the fear of death? How can there be only dignity and glory left in the heart!

I know that the rain can't wash away the sins of the bloody rain, but I pursue and redeem the soul that belongs to the orcs!

Warrior!

At the last moment, did you see that you cut out the future, saved your soul, and gave the orcs a new tomorrow!

Noble warrior!

At the last moment, did you hear ...... That wolf howls alone under the moon! ”

When the bloody hell roar stepped into the land of Orgrimmar in a majestic and domineering form, the entire newborn tribe boiled, and I don't know who took the lead, chanting aloud and emotionally.

Hero, our hero is back!

In the world of Azeroth, there was no such race as orcs, they came from another world called Draenor, but they were bewitched and enslaved by the Burning Legion, and arrived through the Dark Gate, becoming the vanguard of the attack on Azeroth.

This is also the loss of the battle of the ancients, you must know that Sargeras was desperately stopped by a crossing orc hero, it turns out that this trick is indeed quite useful, orcs have caused serious damage to this world, and the Grom Hell Roar is typical.

However, there were times when the orcs woke up, and neither Grom nor his Warsong clan were willing to indulge in the endless bloodlust for killing and become slaves to the demons, and he eventually killed the Abyss Lord Manolos. Lifted the evil curse for the clan at the end of his life. Won the greatest glory.

He is a living legend of the orcs. He Demon Slayer God shows excellent orc fighting spirit, challenges himself, and proves that orcs will never be slaves!

At this moment, Hell Roar looked around at the faces of excitement and worship, and held up the blood roar of the Heavenly Mandate Artifact, which was stained with demon blood and the power of the demigods, so that its power was greatly increased: "Orcs will never be slaves, and war songs will never die!" ”

When the sound of a tsunami-like spread from the head of Orgrimmar's city, converging in an earth-shattering roar, Lingque, whose face changed drastically, turned around and left.

If Kel'thugad is still unexpected. Then the damned roar of hell has also appeared, and there must be a big change on the side of the ancient god Enzos!

"How is that possible...... Could it be...... He? ”

The ghost made the gods, and the figure of Illidan suddenly flashed in her mind, this demon hunter brought her an inexplicable feeling from the first time they met, but fortunately she also stepped into the trap after all, even if it is mysterious, in the body of the ancient god, is it possible to turn the tables?

"No, I can't be suspicious and come as planned. I also have a few backup options for dealing with variables, so calm down. Keep calm! ”

Lingque tried to restrain the uneasiness in his heart, cheered himself up, and then suddenly fell to the ground.

This was not to touch the porcelain of the great chief of the tribe, but was directly beheaded by an extremely invisible blade, which spanned several miles and came into the air, making the big chief on the side Sal raise his eyebrows, revealing a look of surprise.

Because this blow has almost integrated the four rules of Hell's Roar of Extreme Conquest, Crushing, Tyranny, and Destruction, and there is even more magnificent and irresistible domineering in it!

The Hellroar Practitioner is from the Lower Nine Abyss's Tribulation, and he definitely didn't have this kind of ability before, is there an adventure?

However, this sudden blow failed to kill Lingque, and in an instant, Sylvanas's body collapsed like a molten wax figure, and in front of Thrall turned into a puddle of muddy water, seeping into Orgrimmar's land, and disappearing without a trace.

Sal couldn't help but have a trace of jealousy in his eyes when he saw it, the most powerful thing about this woman is the endless treasures, turning danger into relief, and then serving in the shadows, ready to wait!

However, what Sal cares about most at the moment is the roar of hell that comes in stride, and the eyes of the two stick to each other for the first time, and the blue yellow spring is a glance for ten thousand years:

"You're back?"

"I'm back."

Don't rush to brush Yooooooo, the two of them are peeking into each other's hearts, and just by a glance, Gao Tianxin has determined the difference of those who inherit Sal's experience.

After other practitioners took possession of the hero, they had already reversed the hero's personality, experiences, likes and dislikes, and fate to a large extent.

It's like Arthas, and like Sylvanas, who fled before, it's basically an experienced person acting in the skin of a plot hero.

But this silence is like the real Sal, his voice is loud and calm, but his actions are modest and forgiving.

"It's in the third stage - fusion!"

Hero Inheritance is roughly divided into three stages, the first is temptation, the second is familiarization, and the third is fusion.

Except for Gao Tianxin, a guy who is more troublesome than inherited, all other practitioners must go through this process, but the current plot time is obviously the second stage of familiarity, and the self-consciousness of the tribal chief in front of him has been completely awakened, but he is willing to share one with the Silent Refinement, just for the future of the clan!

This is the right path of fusion, and Silent Refining has come to the forefront of all those who have experienced it.

But this is very good for Gao Tianxin, and he sent a message straight to the point: "Sal, together we will lead the tribe to glory, how about you outside the Lord and inside my Lord?" ”

This is almost a naked seizure of power, and any leader would be furious and shouting loudly, but after silently groaning, he nodded in agreement.

It's not cowardice, it's really about the big picture.

In the original plot, Thrall was an outlier among the orcs, and his peace policy did allow the tribe to gain a foothold in Kalimdor, but the green-skinned orcs who were used to using axes were extremely unaccustomed.

Especially those remnants of the old tribe orcs who participated in the first and second wars, who even destroyed Stormwind City, how could they be willing to throw away their axes and pick up hoes to plow the land?

So as the tribe recovered, the anticipation of war followed, and the mood spread as fast as the plague. Thrall's will and prestige were unstoppable.

And Thrall has been exposed to too many humans since he was a child. Learned too much about human things. This has turned the human pattern from a cognition into a habit, even an instinct, and he subconsciously treats orcs, trolls, minotaurs, and forsaken in the same way as humans, but those races do not treat him in the same way.

He even moved the form of the Democratic Council to the Clay Council, which resulted in a cocoon of his own power, which became less and less powerful, suppressed by prestige, and most of the orcs craved war. Their leaders, on the other hand, opposed the war and advocated democracy......

Because of this, there was a son of Grom, Garrosh? The hell roar event, that is not accidental, there is no brainless roar, there will be other orcs doing similar things......

Thrall was not an orc who coveted power, and if it weren't for his responsibility, he would have wanted to step down as the Great Chief to focus on the practice of shamans, so starting from Thrall's self-consciousness, with Grom leading the orcs, he focused on the unity of the foreign races. It's the perfect combination!

At this moment, Sal and Grom. The legends of the two orcs stood side by side, facing the flaming legion to the west, the former owner of which held aloft the hammeraxe:

"Orcs will never be slaves, and war songs will never die!!"

……

On the other side, Lingque Shen walked slowly and shallowly on the polluted land of Felwood Forest.

It is true that this place has been completely reduced to the demonic land of the Burning Legion, and without any prophecy spells, it can be seen that it will not be long before everything here will be surrounded by darkness, down to the insects and gods, and no one can escape the fate of destruction.

When the sky and the earth are reduced to nothing, and thousands of living beings are screaming and dying, the Burning Legion will embark on the next journey!

But will it really end like this?

Lingque's scrutinizing gaze revealed ridicule, and she imagined a future in which everyone, including herself, was put into it as pawns, playing thrilling and ups and downs.

The world of Azeroth is a vast chessboard full of infinite possibilities!

"Ten little devils, go out hide-and-seek; One was attacked by a bear, and there were nine left.

Nine little devils, duel life and death; One into a dream, and there are eight left.

Eight little devils, go to sea to do their best; One is buried in the belly of the fish, and there are seven left.

Seven little demons, go to the top of the mountain; Two drill tree holes, and there are five ...... left."

However, at this moment, a strange nursery rhyme sounded in the distance, and after listening to a few words, Lingque's face changed, and a sense of horror came to his heart.

Because the lyrics of this nursery rhyme seem to mean something!

But with no other choice, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and go deep into the demon's hinterland, and finally, following the song, a dreaded demon king appeared in front of her eyes!

This creature had goat-like horns, and his glittering eyes flashed with greed, ferocity, lies, and betrayal, and the thick armor of evil didn't seem to give him enough security, and a pair of fleshy wings kept fanning back and forth, enveloping his entire body.

The Dreadlord is the most cunning and shameless of the Burning Legion's many demon races, and he is clearly not an experienced one.

Lingque knew very well that he was actually a special case, and the ten places for this experience had already been filled, except for the previous contact, only the most difficult Gianna was not in control.

And so, a new flickering unfolded, and soon the Dreadlord promised to give the inferior banshee with important information a glorious opportunity to meet the commander of the Burning Legion.

Akmund!

In front of the legion projector, the black-green dust was swept up with the suffocating wind, and Lingque humbly half-knelt behind the Dreaddemon King, ready for the god-level causal law killing move that adults please stay, but the entire heaven and earth suddenly hung upside down in the field of vision......

In an instant, the earth cracked, the dust swept up, and before the polluter's body had really arrived, the force that opened the way had already slammed the entire forest into a deep depression.

The Dreadlord had already knelt down in the dust, his head bowed deeply, but Lingque was about to utter his own cry, in front of the overwhelming colossal shadow, the terrible demon god who suppressed, eroded, and transformed all things.

However, at this crucial moment, the Dreadlord in front of him suddenly turned his head and showed an extremely ugly but meaningful smile.

Suddenly, a suffocatingly suppressed and concrete sense of fear descended, seeping into every pore of Sylvanas, and directly into the spirit of Lingque, squeezing, tearing, sucking, and annihilating......

Sylvanas subconsciously opened her mouth to let out a silent wail, but the banshee's howl gesture did not have any effect, and the things she feared most in the depths of her heart had been wildly magnified under the guidance of the Dreadlord under the guidance of the Dreadlord.

At this moment, the fear catalyzed by negative emotions broke the barrier between reality and the mind, creating an unbreakable confinement on the body from the inside out......

With a thunderous momentum, a war spear fell from mid-air towards Lingque's head!

A clear green light left an indelible trace in the void, and without a sound, a pitch-black ball with a radius of ten meters had appeared at the tip, like a mini black hole, directly digging out the space at the landing point from the entire world.

When the green light dissipated, Sylvanas's body was completely gone, let alone torn apart, not even a shred of blood and flesh remained.

It was only then that a large and muscular body slowly appeared, thanking the Dreadlord, "Varimathas, well done! ”

"Happy to serve you, Destroyer, Manolos!"

Gao Tianxin's third doppelganger, Manolos of the Burning Legion, makes a shining appearance!

Learned the lesson of being escaped by her in Orgrimmar, this time wait for the rabbit, invite you into the urn, and use thunder killing moves, this woman who provokes everywhere, lest the world will not be chaotic, should be ambushed and punished, right?

"No, her aura hasn't completely dissipated, and there are life-saving means!"

Gao Tianxin's judgment was not wrong, at the moment when the corpse and bones of the spirit que were gone, in the eternal well on the top of Mount Hyjal, a piece of flesh and blood squirmed, and it actually began to absorb energy rapidly, gradually transforming into a human form.

This resurrection hand was laid out by Lingque when he lured Gao Tianxin and the Beastmaster into the trap, and her cautious nature prompted her not to let go of every opportunity, and it really saved her life at this moment.

However, sometimes you won't die if you don't die, and just when Lingque finally regained the full appearance of the Forsaken Queen, and was immersed in the bottom of the lake to breathe and rest, a wild wave was lifted.

She turned her head and saw that the fairy dragon that had been sleeping in the pool had awakened, stretched its wings, and was ready to fly.

Lingque's eyes lit up, and the ghost shouted in a hurry:

"Dragon Girl, please stay!"

Regardless of swallowing a few mouthfuls of seawater, she unfolded her three-inch tongue energetically, and poured the general trend of the world into the little fairy dragon who had just woken up and was still confused.

For the sake of protecting the World Tree, for the sake of peace in Azeroth, you must do it with me!

The little fairy dragon listened to her quietly, opened her mouth and probed like lightning, and with a click, she bit off the upper body of Lingque, and grinned:

"It's awesome, it's so rotten that you lose your teeth! It's not that I have bad teeth, brother! ”

(PS: Some book friends said that I became dirty, only to find out in horror that every time I finished writing a normal plot full of positive energy in the past few nights, I suddenly made an inexplicable hey-hey-hey, and then I suddenly lost consciousness, and when I woke up, the "tainted new chapter" had been uploaded!)

Emma, what is this, this is the legendary second personality! I am still a young man as pure as a lotus, and I actually got this incurable disease for the sake of online articles, what should I do in the future?

Fortunately, there is an old driver who taught the ancestral secret recipe, with the monthly ticket as the main medicine, and the recommended ticket as the auxiliary medicine, the Nine Turns Decontamination Pill carefully boiled, take it every day, and my illness will be saved, everyone, what are you waiting for! (To be continued.) )