"Are you sure this will work?"

Looking ahead, Nelly's face became solemn.

That so-called Hellfire Fortress is really a fortress!

Perhaps due to the short construction period, the moat was only slightly waterlogged, but the exaggerated span and depth were prohibitive.

Stout steel and hard stones built a towering wall that stretched out as far as the eye could see, and thick spikes poked out from the tops, as if to issue threats and warnings that were not to enter.

Furnaces large and small rose with scorching black smoke, and even in the middle of the day, the sky was still dark.

It's hard to imagine that in such a short period of time, the tribe was able to build such a huge spectacle.

Looking at the towering orc buildings behind the city walls, Lanlos nodded heavily: "I'll grab their attention at the main entrance, and I'll leave the rest to you." ”

"You're alone?" Nelly frowned.

"I'm confident. Looking at the closed steel door, Lanlos grinned, and walked out of the shelter without hesitation.

Looking at the man's back farther and farther away, Nelly opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't say anything, just raised her hand and disappeared from sight with the raiding force.

Standing on the watchtower, Gul'dan looked down with a heavy heart. On the training ground, the orcs who came and went were full of passion, but this passion was really a bit excessive.

From time to time, it can be seen that the orcs who pass by push each other because of inadvertent collisions, and even bloody conflicts will break out. Although there are occasional people who stop it, it is easy to turn into a group brawl in the end.

Conflict, irritability, and demonic blood had too much of an impact on the orc's mood, even to the point of panicking the tribesmen at one point.

Gul'dan knew that if this sentiment was vented to the Delaney, it would definitely help the war effort. It's a pity that Kilgardan didn't give him a chance to launch a general offensive directly.

It's about what to build...... Door?

In the open space in the center of the Hellfire Fortress, two curved stone pillars rise from the ground, forming a huge arched hollow building. Crooked evil symbols are all over it, and the dark sheen of brownish green renders the whole building very eerie.

Fueled by the busy day and night of the orcs and the abundance of supplies for the Hellfire Fortress, Lord Kil'Gardan's confession was completed in just a few days. Gul'dan was pleased with this, and according to his master's will, once this preliminary preparation was completed, Shattrath would become more fragile than glass.

At the same time, he didn't need to maneuver in front of those orc chieftains who couldn't hold back all day.

"Your Excellency!" a sweaty orc warlock ran over.

"What happened?" Gul'dan frowned.

The Shadow Council's colleagues are all his hand-picked right-hand men, and with the power of evil energy, it's rare to be so flustered.

"It's the otherworldly man named Ranros. ”

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At the main entrance of the Hellfire Fortress, in front of the bridge where an entire squad of wolf cavalry could pass side by side, an emaciated figure stood in the wind, carrying a flag of animal skin without any mark, and the sound of hunting attracted the attention of most of the orcs on the city wall.

To the orcs, this scene could not be more familiar.

Compared to the respect for the sacred tradition, the hearts of these green-skinned warriors at this moment were more angry. They swung their fists and weapons in a roar that would have been so overwhelming that the shooters would have been eager to shoot each other into a sieve if they hadn't been stopped by their still sane compatriots.

It's too wanton, really when the tribe is a soft persimmon, can you pinch it when you want and where you want?

Shred him!

Pushing away the agitated soldiers, Gul'dan finally came to the city wall, and when he saw that the elf had appeared in front of the main gate of the fortress as his subordinates had said, he immediately showed endless joy.

This is the target named by the master, and now he is so swaggering and appearing in front of him without a single soldier, it is a great opportunity!

Just as he was about to order his subordinates to arrest him, a roar erupted from behind, and then, in his wide eyes, the gate of the fortress was slowly pushed open by a group of laborers.

Ignoring the green-skinned orcs staring at him behind the gate and on the ramparts, Lanlos looked through the widening crack in the door to the battle-axe-wielding, battle-haired orc in front of him.

"It's just in time, our battle hasn't been decided yet!" Grom burst out laughing and raised the blood roar in his hand to point at the other party, "Lanloth, right? I admire your courage for daring to trespass on the tribe's territory alone, but your fate is only a dead end." ”

Without speaking, the elven mage walked slowly forward against the cold and hot wind.

"I must declare. Seeing the other party step into the gate of the fortress, Hell Roar grabbed the battle axe excitedly, his white fangs chattering as blood boiled, "You don't have a chance to regret it." ”

Stopping, Lanloth looked around, looking at the dense orcs that surrounded the two, he smiled disdainfully, and smashed the flag downward.

There was only a loud bang, and the hard floor was pierced by the wooden flagpole, and the hides of the animals rising in the wind continued to howl, once rendering the air tragic and fiery.

"What's the matter?"

Smashing the greatsword on the ground, Lanlos showed a very defiant expression, and his free hand stretched out towards the other party, and beckoned without pretentiousness.

Seeing that the other party was so ignorant of life and death, he immediately stretched up his muscles like a rolling hill, picked up the whirring battle axe, and bullied him.

Seeing that Grom was fighting alone, the other orcs were very conscious of retreating enough distance, and Gul'dan's brow slowly tightened.

Soon, though, he was relieved.

Maybe it's a better opportunity.

Hellroar had suffered a crushing defeat due to his underestimation and ignorance of the enemy, but now, strengthened by demonic blood, and given enough attention, almost all orcs believe that he will win.

In such a situation, it is impossible for Lanlos to have the leisure to pay attention to any of the other people's movements.

Thinking of this, Gul'dan glanced at the group of warlocks around him, and then led a few people to raise his finger towards Lanloth in the battlefield.

Syllable!

A thick black arm suddenly rested on his wrist, and Gul'dan was so excited that he almost called out the chaotic magic in his hand to the face of the comer.

"What are you doing, Grand Chief. Steady his mind, Gul'dan's words were full of impatience.

The black hand's murderous eyes glared at him viciously: "I remember I once told you that the tradition of orcs should not be desecrated!"

"This is the person named by the master, and you dare to disobey the orders of Lord Kil'Gardan?" Knowing that his reputation was not enough to suppress the black hand, Gul'dan decisively moved out the name of the incomparably powerful one.

"If he's really anxious, he'll take it himself. "Although the tribe has changed dramatically because of Kil'gardan's 'blessing', the orcs believe in straightforwardness, and only a display of true strength can convince them of their loyalty.

The Black Hand is proud, he considers himself a leader, not a worm of a strong knee.

The orc warlock's face became hideous, he opened his mouth, and just as he wanted to reproach the other party, a loud voice suddenly exploded in his mind.

"He's right, we'll do it ourselves. ”

The voice of the fraudster was full of sarcasm and excitement, the former must have been ridiculous because of the orc faith, and the latter, of course, Lanloth.

"Do as I say, this time, I will show you how absolute the gap between mortals and legions is!"

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