"Who are you?"

Orgrimmar, in the camp of the Great Chief Thrall, Thrall, Kane, and Woking stood together, looking at the uninvited guests who suddenly appeared in the tent with solemn faces.

Although the current Orgrimmar is not the main city of the orcs in the future, at best it can only be regarded as a relatively large camp, although the Lexa expedition to Theramore took away a lot of troops, and the garrison of the camp is much looser than usual, but it is not a swagger that can be walked in! But under the noses of the three leaders of the tribe, the blood elves in front of them walked in so easily, and the orcs guarding the door of the tent didn't even ask at this time, as if they didn't see anything abnormal.

"Who am I?"

Touching his chin slightly, the blood elf boy said with a 'troubled' expression: "I thought I was quite famous, but I didn't expect that there were still people who didn't know me!" The boy blinked and looked at the orc, "Sal, speaking of which, you should have seen me, why don't you have an impression!" ”

Thrall was stunned, the appearance of the blood elf opposite was very outstanding, and the temperament was also very unique, if it had seen it, it would be impossible for it not to recognize it!

However, standing beside Thrall, Woking looked the person up and down, and his face suddenly changed, and he pulled out the javelin behind his back and shouted loudly.

"With long golden hair, blood-colored battle armor, and heterochromatic eyes, you're Kael'thas! Kael'thas ? The Sunchaser! ”

At the same time, Thrall and Bloodhoof's faces also froze slightly, and their minds began to recall the rumors they had seen before and about the Blood Elf Prince. In an instant, they contacted the person in front of them, and without hesitation, the two of them also stretched out their hands to their respective weapons.

In fact, Mo Wen's appearance is still very recognizable. The three of them just didn't expect one of the supreme commanders of the alliance to appear here single-handedly for a while, and they just didn't think about it subconsciously.

And looking at the three of Sal who were like a great enemy, Mo Wen, who was standing opposite, shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "Don't be nervous, although we don't have much time, it's not bad for a while!" ”

However, this did not calm the three of them, but rather made their muscles tense. Then he saw Thrall take a deep breath, take a step forward, and say, "Venerable Blood Elf Prince." I wonder what you're here for? If I'm not mistaken, we should be in a hostile position right now! Of course, if you are coming with peace in your heart, then your tribe is still more than welcome! ”

So far. Salna still doesn't understand that their intelligence work has gone wrong. Since the Blood Elf Prince is here, then the army of the Alliance may have already arrived, and it is not at all as they thought before that they are dispatching ships to prepare to cross the sea in Lordaeron, and the shape of the entire war is therefore uncontrollably tilted towards the side of the Alliance, so at this time, facing Mo Wen, who is alone, Thrall's tone is also very relaxed, and at the same time, he is subconsciously worried about Lexa who is going to attack Theramore.

And while Sal and Mo Wen were talking, Bloodhoof gave Woking a look on the side. The latter immediately understood, and lightly touched behind Mo Wen. I just don't know if it's to block Mo Wen's retreat, or to ask for help from the tribal army outside the camp.

Although Mo Wen noticed Woking's small movements, he didn't pay attention at all, his eyes were fixed on Sal, and those eyes were like farmers looking at rice fields about to be harvested.

"I'm here to get what belongs to me!" Looking at the confused Sal, Mo Wen smiled lightly and hooked his fingers.

The next moment, Sal, who was standing in front of Mo Wen, felt an unprecedented sharp pain suddenly attack, and it felt as if his head was about to explode.

"Ahh

Covering his head, Sal fell to the ground on one knee, and a dazzling piece of light flew out of its brain and fell directly into Mo Wen's hands.

"Sal!" *2

Bloodhoof and Woking, who was moving around, were startled at the same time, and hurried to Thrall's side to protect him firmly.

The originally heroic tribal chief turned pale at this time, and he could only stretch out his finger tremblingly, pointing at Mo Wen and saying, "He, he ??????"

Although they didn't understand what was going on, Bloodhoof and Wojin glanced at each other, and subconsciously pounced directly at Mo Wen. No matter how weird the magic is, killing the caster directly is the quickest way.

The two swept in like a whirlwind, and at this moment, the old Kane moved even a point faster than Working, who was in his prime.

"Hah!"

With a roar from the Bullhead Chieftain, the elements of heaven and earth gathered one after another, lingering on the rune spear in its hand, stabbing towards Mo Wen fiercely with unstoppable might.

Mo Wenzheng carefully looked at the soul fragment in his hand, and his eyes lit up when he looked at the blow of the blood hoof.

"Nice moves, the shaman's inheritance really has its own uniqueness!"

Then he saw Mo Wen wave his hands, and the water vapor in the air instantly condensed into ice, and in just the blink of an eye, ice walls appeared directly in front of him, protecting him firmly.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sharp rune spear pierced through the ice wall of Mo Wen's condensation layer by layer, but its own strength continued to slow down, and finally stopped gloomily behind the last ice wall and nailed to it.

Looking at the shattered, crumbling, but unfailing ice wall, Bloodhoof sighed slightly, and a trace of unwillingness and decadence surged in his heart, it was old after all, if it was young, it would definitely be able to shatter these layers of ice walls with one blow, but then this depression was pressed into the bottom of his heart by it, now is not the time to think about these things.

"-Hah!"

His arms were tightened, the green tendons on them were open, and the bloody hooves grabbed his rune spear and twisted it violently.

The cracks in the ice wall in front of it, which were already on the verge of shattering, continued to expand, and finally shattered under the brute force of the minotaur.

A massive chunk of ice splashed in all directions like a torrential rain, and the fist-sized splinter of ice smashed into the minotaur chieftain's teeth, but the latter roared loudly to the other side.

"Woking. It's up to you! ”

As if echoing its words, Woking let out a low cry in the midst of the shattering rain of ice. A few turquoise glowing javelins in his hand were thrown out violently, biting straight at Mo Wen, who was exposed behind the ice wall.

However, in the face of the vicious and vicious blow, Mo Wen was not as amazing as when he saw the move of the blood hoof before.

"Something that can't be put on the table!"

The soles of his feet stomped hard against the ground, and the next moment, a stream of ice that was even more powerful than the ice wall before it suddenly poured out from the ground.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With almost no resistance, Woking's javelin was directly smashed backwards by the pouring ice spear.

"Damn, why is this kid's magic so strong?"

The combined blow was broken. Bloodhoof's face didn't have any regrets, but he smashed his tongue slightly, as a shaman who could communicate with the elements between heaven and earth. It knew very well what was going on just now, Mo Wen simply relied on his powerful magic power and control power to summon the ice out, and killed it and Wojin's moves, as a master who could slay dragons and kill nearly 10,000 orcs in one battle. It's not a surprise to be able to do that. In fact, Bloodhoof and Woking's counting on nirvana is not this.

In the ice rain that kept falling from the sky, a touch of turquoise appeared again, and a javelin quenched with poison actually went around the back of Mo Wen's head at some point, biting his back silently like a poisonous snake.

Ten meters, five meters, three meters, Mo Wen didn't seem to be aware of it, and his eyes kept looking at the two people standing in front of him.

Two meters, one meter, it's done!

Seeing that the javelin was about to pierce Mo Wen's body, Bloodhoof and Wojin could barely hold back and cheer. But at this moment, a sneer appeared on the corner of Mo Wen's mouth.

"So it's something that can't be put on the table!"

A pale blue light appeared in the tent, and there was no movement in the tent. A wall of ice identical to the one he had used to intercept Kane appeared behind his head, and with a crisp thud, the javelin was firmly out of his body.

Bloodhoof and Woking's smiles froze almost immediately, although they had also prepared for failure, but they were still a little disappointed when the truth happened in front of them, but after all, the two of them were strong leaders of the clan, and they quickly adjusted their mentality, and the rune spear and javelin were aimed at Mo Wen again.

At this time, Sal seemed to have adjusted from the previous sharp pain, gritted his teeth, and stood side by side with Bloodhoof and Woking with the hammer of destruction.

"What did you do to me?"

The Great Chief's face was still very pale at this time, and he asked Mo Wen viciously, the anger in his eyes was true and false.

After all, this is the base camp of the orcs, as long as Thrall can delay for a while, then the orcs in the camp will definitely be able to find the problem, and then the army will continue to pour in, no matter how strong the other party is, it will definitely not be the opponent of so many of them, but Thrall himself is not exactly pretending. From gladiator to the great chief of the tribe, Thrall has also experienced countless risks, and this is the first time that he has been knocked down without even seeing what moves his opponent is using, and if it weren't for Bloodhoof and Woking who happened to be around, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Listening to Sal's questioning, Mo Wen was interested, only to see him nod his nose with his hand, and said with a storytelling expression: "Well, this question is a long story, it was about twenty years ago, when the second war had not yet begun, I was ordered to go to the kingdom of Azeroth to investigate the orc invasion, and I happened to meet Blackmore, at that time, you know, he happened to pick up an orc baby, and I was driven by curiosity?????? Finally I poured the potion on the baby! That's you, Sal, the great chief of the tribe now! ”

Mo Wen's story was a bit long, Bloodhoof and Wojin listened casually, just to delay the time, Sal didn't care much at first, but later became more and more serious, and the last two eyebrows condensed into the word 'Chuan'.

It looked at Mo Wen with some uncertainty and asked suspiciously, "You mean that you put a part of your soul into my body in the hope of gaining my knowledge and power, but how did you know that I would have achieved what I am now, and that I would study shamanic culture?" ”

Hearing this question, Mo Wen's interest became more and more high, and he said with a fluttering eyebrow: "Oh! That's another story, do you know the guardian dragons—"

However, at this moment, the older bloody hoof frowned and shouted directly at Sal, "That's not right. He's dragging his feet, there's something wrong with the situation! ”

Sal was slightly stunned, looking at Bloodhoof, a little confused as to what was going on. And Woking, next to it, was also confused.

But Mo Wen on the other side turned pale, pouted and said, "Aren't you also dragging out time?" ”

But then Sal reacted, and rushed out of the tent without hesitation.

It's just faster than it, but Mo Wen has already stopped at the door.

"Now that you've found out, I don't have to hide it anymore!"

Mo Wen snapped his fingers lightly, and the next moment the surrounding environment changed.

The silence of the night was replaced by shouts of killing, surrounding the tent. Everywhere there was a blinding red light, the color of the flames rising from it, even through a layer of cloth. The scorching heat even made the earth red. At this time, a huge python could be faintly seen entrenched outside the entire chieftain's tent, hissing with its head held high, and several anxious-looking orcs were constantly trying to rush in from all angles. But again and again they were blocked back. In the end, I could only reluctantly shout over and over again outside, trying to get in touch with the inside.

"Chief Thrall, the Alliance has slain! Come out of here! ”

"Terran! The Terran guys are here! And blood elves, dwarves! ”

"We are already surrounded, chief, what to do!"

??????

"Actually, it's just a simple little illusion, since I can prevent people outside from seeing the situation inside, I can naturally prevent people inside from seeing the situation outside!"

Looking at Sal, who was squeaking and gritting his teeth, Mo Wen's face was tinged with a hint of triumph. With a flick of his finger, the orc, who was still standing guard diligently in the eyes of everyone, suddenly turned into a stiff corpse that fell to the ground.

"Look. It's easy, right? ”

Level 6 Arcane, Eternal Vision: Creates illusions of sight, sound, and smell.

Level 7 Arcane, Simulacrum: Creates illusions of clones of creatures, but only partially of them are real.

"I'm going to-kill-you!"

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and Sal's eyes were already blood-red, and he directly picked up the hammer of destruction and smashed it towards Mo Wen's head.

At the same time, Bloodhoof and Wojin also rushed up with murderous faces, you must know that now Orgrimmar is not only inhabited by orcs, they also have a lot of clansmen here, only by killing Mo Wen, they can command their own army, looking for a glimmer of life.

But the purpose of delaying time has been achieved, and Mo Wen's face at this time has also changed to another look, his handsome face is full of murderous energy, and his eyes are coldly staring at the three people in front of him.

At some point, a blue-purple ice crystal greatsword appeared in his hand, and in the face of Thrall's hammer, the greatsword swung violently.

Like a new rising moon, a blue arc of the garden flashed in the air, and even the fire full of the camp could not stop the dazzling blue light.

"Be careful! ――”

The pupils of the bloody hoof standing beside Sal shrank, and he lunged forward violently, pushing Sal away.

"What?"

The man was in the air, and before Sal could ask a question, his eyes were replaced by a blue color.

As if an ice age had fallen, along that blue arc, countless icicles gushed out wildly, forming a peak of ice peaks tens of meters high and hundreds of meters long in just an instant.

The tent was torn apart in an instant, and every qiē outside was clearly transmitted.

The sky was already a fiery red, countless fireballs whistling from the air like meteors with long tails, and everywhere they fell were the roar of explosions and the pungent smoke of gunpowder, the griffin knights hovered in the air, the crimson flames raged between the tents, the whole camp was like a purgatory at this time, the armies of the human race, dwarves, elves, and the three clans were shouting and surging from all directions, holding swords in their hands, and slashing constantly, and the warriors of the tribe fell one after another, and the blood under them had gathered into a stream.

The hustle and bustle of the night resembles a grand bonfire, but in reality it is a naked bloodbath of the orcs.

However, Thrall didn't notice this at this time, his eyes were already attracted to something else - on the peak of the icicle, there was blood flowing slowly, and Kane, who had just saved his life, was hanging on it! A huge icicle pierced the Minotaur Chief's chest, and the other man was no longer breathing.

"-Kane!"

His lips squirmed slightly, but Thrall didn't know what to say at this time, his best friend died in front of him to save himself, and the pain of losing Talesa seemed to come back to him, blurring his vision.

"- Sal!"

But then a piercing and desperate scream came, waking Sal from his grief.

The Great Chief subconsciously turned his head, but saw a scene that made it crack.

In the midst of the fire, Woking leaped desperately and frantically, a series of huge fireballs bombarding it, each containing amazing magic.

"-No!"

Thrall leaped to his feet and threw himself at the source of the flames, trying to save his comrades.

But before it was too late, a fireball exploded around Woking, and the strong impact directly tore off one of its arms, blasting it all away.

In mid-air, Woking could only watch as another fireball struck him, then a second, a third??????, and finally bursting flames swept Woking directly into it, drowning in billowing black smoke.

Without looking with his eyes, Sal knew Woke was finished.

"You guy!"

Holding the hammer tightly in his hand, Sal looked at Mo Wen, who was slowly putting his hand away, and his eyes were no different from those of a beast.

And noticing the naked killing machine, Mo Wen smiled.

To be honest, after the energy attribute reached A+, Mo Wen's strength had steadily entered the first-class level, relying on his inexhaustible magic power for firepower output, he almost crushed Kane and Woking. I have to say that this kind of wanton catharsis pleasure is still very fascinating, at least Mo Wen can't wait for the next round now.

"Come, Saar, the great chief of the tribe! Let's have a final battle in the midst of this flame! ”

The killing below was still continuing, and in the sea of fire, Mo Wen smiled at the tribal chief as if he was crazy, and then slowly opened his arms.

Behind him, with a whistling sound, countless fireballs flew up from all directions again, dragging long tails and swept in.

Flames, killing, piercing laughter, looking at the figure that looked like a demon god, Thrall clenched the hammer of destruction and rushed forward with a roar. (To be continued......)

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