At night, the back courtyard of Pasonia's residence was lit up with magical lights, a long dining table filled with sumptuous and delicious food, and a basket of flowers beside the gleaming silver cutlery.

What should have been a beautiful atmosphere of laughter and laughter was replaced by wailing and screaming, blood dotted with red wine, and stumps set off the dancing.

Chu Ci dragged Yang Deng out and let him see clearly the drama about 'revenge and punishment' in the courtyard, the most conspicuous of which was the Demon Refining Gargoyle, whose sharp claws grabbed a pot-bellied nobleman and tore it violently, tearing the whole person into two pieces, and the spilled blood rain poured the gargoyle even more terrifyingly.

The wailing gradually faded, and the number of living people in the field decreased one by one, and finally fell into dead silence.

"Pap~Pap~Pap~"

The applause rang out, as if praising the good show.

"Mr. Yang Deng, is it?" Chu Ci put down his hands and smiled shyly at Yang Deng, "Now you are the only one left in the courtyard." ”

"Yes, do you have anything you want me to bring to Your Majesty?" Yang Deng was a smart man, so he was not nervous, but was very curious about what Chu Ci was going to say next.

"Oh? You're so much smarter than that stupid woman. Chu Ci's eyes lit up and he got straight to the point: "I killed someone, whether it was the culprit or an accomplice, but this does not mean that we can negotiate peacefully." ”

The corners of Yang Deng's mouth twitched, taking advantage of the advantage and selling well, it has reached this point, are you still not satisfied?

"To be honest, I have a good impression of your king, if it weren't for this group of stupid nobles, maybe we could really cooperate once." Under the shroud of enchantment magic, the courtyard and Stormwind City seemed to be separated in two spaces, Chu Ci's voice flowed quietly, and Yang Deng acted as a good listener.

"With so many things happening, it is estimated that King Lane will not be able to tolerate me, even if he is willing to accommodate it, I am afraid that someone will shoot a black gun behind me. So I'm leaving, and before I leave, I'll leave with a message, and as for believe it or not, think about it. ”

Chu Ci slightly maliciously told Yang Deng the information about Medivan's depravity, and in his stunned expression, he closed the team and left the field.

The gargoyle flew in the air, the figure on the Refining Giant Eagle gradually blurred in the twilight, the barrier lost its support, and the smell of blood emitted attracted the night watch of Stormwind City, they called more people in horror, and also hurriedly sent Yang Deng to the church and invited the priest to treat him.

"Is what he said true or false?"

Yang Deng's eyes were blank, not knowing whether to report the news to King Lane, and finally reason prevailed, and Yang Deng ordered someone to secretly inform the Holy Light Archbishop Fao.

The two of them discussed it together, ouch, I'll go, this is terrible!

Not to mention that Chu Ci has no reason to deceive them, he has nothing to do with Medivan for eight lifetimes, and there is no reason to frame Medivan.

It's good that Medivan doesn't rebel, but if he does, His Majesty will die.

Old man Fao didn't say a word, and quickly added a buff to Yang Deng to ensure that he would not hang up halfway because of Pasonia's poison, went into battle shirtless, lay on the floor to draw TP, and came directly to Karazan across the space to have an otherworldly version of Mission Impossible.

At the end of the night, Durontan captured enough people to Gul'dan's satisfaction, and rescued Orgrim, who was now particularly pleasing to the eyes of the black hands, with food, weapons, and sacrifices.

Gul'dan is not an idiot, so naturally he will not continue to wait until the dark gate is completed, continue to open the half-finished dark gate, sacrifice the thousands of people in Shining Gold Town, forcibly summon 30,000 orcs from Draenor, plus the first and second waves of troops, the tribal warriors hoarded in the black swamp are as high as 45,000, all of them are fierce and strong warriors, and the strength of the tribe is unprecedentedly strong.

Now Durontan's skin is almost green.

The depleted earth meandered into the distance, rudimentary tents and fires everywhere, and the smell of death, chaos, and despair permeated the tribal camps.

In the distance of the camp, the green woods and the snow that symbolizes the vitality of the coming year are happy even if you look at them from a distance.

Orcs shouldn't be like this!

Durotan's eyes were full of depth and sorrow, and he remembered that afternoon running in the sunset, and the bloody oxen under the frost-blown sand dunes, which was his lost youth.

Originally, he could have spoken to his friend Orgrim, but after Orgrim was tortured by humans, he was extremely hostile to humans and could no longer communicate with Duron calmly.

Not to mention joining forces with humans to defeat Gul'dan!!

Durotan felt that he needed a helper, a partner who was strong enough, wise enough, and meticulous enough.

When he thought about it, he couldn't help but think of the man, the look in his eyes.

Perhaps, that man could be his ally!

Durotan did as soon as he thought of it, picked up the blade of his axe, and strode into the dense forest, his steps decisive and resolute!

……

"We need to find the orc's lair, whether it's attacking or defending, we always know how many troops the enemy has!"

Anduin looked at the sand table on the table, frowning, it was difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, there were only a dozen regiments on her side, but the orcs didn't know how many troops, even if the god of war was alive and the map was fully open, it couldn't stand the orcs from coming over with a wave of brainless flats.

King Ryan muttered, "It's a pity that the captives were all rescued by the orcs, and Garona repented halfway, afraid of being liquidated by the orcs, and was unwilling to provide information. ”

The enemies hidden in the shadows are the most disturbing.

Coupled with the panic report of the soldiers who were released, even King Ryan couldn't help but scold/mother, and almost wanted to rush back to Stormwind City to grab and hang all the nobles with human heads and pig brains.

In addition to the five thousand moonlight knights who appeared in front of them at the beginning, Chu Ci actually had a knight group of 10,000 people, which was equivalent to half of the number of soldiers in the Stormwind Kingdom, and the combat power was equivalent to the entire territory of Stormwind City.

Not to mention where Chu Ci got the resources to pull out fifteen thousand elite knights, such a major help that was enough to turn the tide of victory and defeat was originally on the side of Stormwind City, but it turned out to be broken, and he was very determined to stand by and let the orcs wreak havoc and slaughter the civilians of the Stormwind Kingdom.

King Ryan regretted it very much, he knew that this was the case, he should have decisively agreed to Chu Ci's conditions, handed over Pasonia and Thomas, and lost face, but he could save the Stormwind Kingdom.

Just as King Ryan regretted not being at the beginning and was considering whether to negotiate with Chu Ci, the door was pushed open heavily, and the old man Fao dragged the bloody Yang Deng to break into the door, and as soon as he opened his mouth, it was the bad news of buying one and getting one free.

"Stormwind City was attacked by Chu Ci's subordinates last night, Pasonia, Thomas, and more than twenty nobles above the viscount were killed, and Stormwind City fell into turmoil."

"Medivan has fallen and betrayed Azeroth!"

King Lane's eyes went black and he almost fainted. (To be continued.) )