“Lok-tar，ogar！”

Victory, death!

A sentence that makes your blood boil no matter how many times you hear it!

It has long since transcended the words themselves, becoming a symbol, a totem, a symbol representing the will of the orcs. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seriously, as long as the war stopped, Duke had at least double-digit ways to maim or even destroy the tribe. However, after hearing Grom's "Lok-tar, ogar!", Duke suddenly felt a little unbearable.

In Duke's mind, the history of Azeroth is a history of alliances and tribes dividing and merging. As a human being, Duke wants his tribe to die. But as a witness to a new history, Duke began to be a little reluctant after integrating into this world......

"Whew, let's go straight to the bridge," Duke whispered to himself.

Driving the feuds of the Alliance and the Horde out of his mind, Duke turned his head and shouted, "Vanessa, go and skin the dragon." ”

"Hell, I'm your weak little maid! You call a lady to do such a rough job?" In between, she took [Fink's Skinning Knife] and ran straight over.

Just as Vanessa approached Nefarian's massive purple-scaled body, a startling change occurred for no apparent reason.

"Rumble!" The violent spatial fluctuations alarmed Duke's entire team.

Everyone grabbed their weapons and watched in disbelief.

I didn't know what was going on, but a pool of black water as big as a small lake suddenly spread on the platform of the highest peak of most of the Black Stone Tower.

In the blink of an eye, many pitch-black squid whiskers emerged from the black water.

"Ahh

Seeing the system prompt, Duke was not well, and couldn't help but lose his voice: "Enzos!?"

"Hey, hey, hey, it's me!"

"What are you doing here? Your cage ......"

"It has nothing to do with the cage, I'm just here to collect my sacrifices. Since Nefarian, the fool, had promised me that he would not be able to offer his sister Onexia, he would make himself my sacrifice. I'm going to retract him now...... "The terrible whispers of Enzos were heard from almost all directions in the heavens and on the earth.

It is not the lingua franca of mankind, but it is directly known on the soul level.

This was not a deliberate mental attack by Enzos, however, this act of snatching the loot still made Duke very unhappy!

"Hmph, take Nefarian's body, did you ask me!?" Duke snorted coldly and opened fire. Hundreds of large and small magic circuits in the body instantly operated to the limit.

In the next moment, more than a thousand brilliant magical rays of light dazzled almost everyone's eyes.

Everyone thought that Enzos would use some more bizarre magic shield to block Duke's onslaught. Who knows, more than a thousand octopus tentacles nearly 100 meters tall rose from the pitch-black pool. Enzos turned out to be a split limb of his own to withstand Duke's magic frenzy.

"What!?"

"Duke, Marcus, we're going to give you the duel you want...... But not now...... Hehehehehe!" sneered softly, carrying the wind.

With the chilling laughter, Enzos's tentacles, Blackwater, Nefarian's massive corpse and skull, all disappeared into thin air as if in a dream.

It's as if Nefarian, the Black Dragon King, never existed, and the vicious battle Duke and the others experienced were fake.

"Damn!" Gavinrad stomped his foot hard, his heavy leg armor clanging on the hard ground.

Duke patted Gavin Rad on the shoulder and comforted him, "Forget it! Although our victory has benefited more than one side, a victory is a victory! ”

Gavin Rad is a little better.

After looting the turf and looting the loot around him, Duke easily opened the portal and connected to the teleportation chamber of Stormwind City on the top platform of the tower, which was no longer obstructed by powerful shadow forces.

Almost as soon as they stepped out of the portal, Duke and the others were startled by the screams and cheers that rushed into their faces.

They understand the cheers, but what are the exclamations?

"Oh, the light is above, you are finally back!" said Duke Berval Vertagen, who had stayed behind.

"What's wrong? Boval, what's going on?"

"Big deal! Of course it's a big deal!"

A week before Duke and their return, something big happened in the league.

The cause of the incident was originally just a small thing that did not seem serious.

At a time when Naxxramas was raging all over the world, throwing the scourge of the undead everywhere, Alexandros Mograini, who had announced his retirement to the second line, had to return to the mountains and take on the task of defending the holy city of Stratholme.

On this day, his eldest son, Renaud, found him.

"Father, I want to propose to Sally. ”

"What!?" Alexandros was shocked on the spot when he heard it. In the next moment, a frenzy of anger filled old Mograine's entire face: "You unscrupulous! Do you have the courage to say it again!?"

Renaud was stunned, but the desire for love drove him, and he got carried away and roared desperately: "I like Sally! What's wrong with that? We've been together since we were kids, I love her! I want her to be my wife!"

What answered Renault was an incomparably angry punch from the old father.

The fist full of holy light directly knocked Renault in the air, and then fell to the ground in embarrassment, knocking over the tables and chairs.

"You brute! Sally Whitemayne was entrusted to me by my comrade-in-arms on his deathbed! She is my stepdaughter! On Lordaeron's family register, my children have her name on her - she can even inherit my Mograine surname if she wants to!" Alexandros kicked his eldest son again: "She's your sister! de jure! Just! You want to blaspheme her? Are you crazy, or what's wrong?"

In the face of his father's roar, Renault argued: "I am not related to Sally!"

"Shut up, you've learned the way of light from dogs for so many years?" Alexandros furious.

"No, it's not about the Light, I love her!, father, I ask you, if she weren't your daughter, would you allow me to marry her?"

Old Mograini stopped for a full three seconds, and finally three words came out of his iron-blue face: "You! no!"