"Good. Nodding in satisfaction, Kilgardan sat down, a look of interest on his face, "Now, let's talk about the demon who appeared out of my plans. ”

"According to the Warlock of the Frostwolf Clan. Finally relieving his emotions, Gul'dan spoke respectfully, "His name is Lanloth, and he is from another world, a world called Azeroth. ”

Rumble!

"What did you say?" The scorching flames rose from the ground, rendering Kil'Gardan's entire body like that of a flame god of war. Even though it was only a projection, the irresistible heat wave spread through the empty hall.

Both orc warlocks felt the illusion that their mouths were dry and almost melting.

"Say, where did he come from?"

Questioned again, Gul'dan was surprised to find that the Supreme Lord, who was not alarmed in any state, had obvious eagerness and eagerness in his tone.

"Ai, Azeroth. He said cautiously, his gaze creeping upwards as he looked at the ecstatic fraudster, a faint glimmer of light flashing in his mind.

"Haha, that's interesting, that's interesting!" Kil'Gardan burst out laughing, muttering to himself in a frenzy, "To come into this world from Azeroth? Lanloth, you've done me a great favor." ”

"Listen, whatever the cost, catch this guy!"

The sudden roar set off a scorching storm that scared the two unprepared orc warlocks into trembling.

"However, the only place where he is most likely to appear now is the main city of the Draenei, Shattrath. At the risk of being scolded, Gul'dan responded tremblingly, "There are too many draenei gathered in that place, coupled with a strong defense system, the current strength of the tribe is difficult to ......"

"Haha, Guldan, I'm a man of rewards and punishments. Interrupting the other party's worries, Kilgardan was obviously in a very good mood now, and he didn't skimp on his praise, "You have brought me vital information, you have done a good job, I will definitely repay you well." ”

"You want power, I'll give it to you!"

Legend has it that true gods are capable of changing the world with their voices, and for Gul'dan, Kil'gardan is one of those people.

The master's voice had just stopped, the sky cracked, and dark clouds mixed with green brilliance fell from the sky, and the hot and chaotic storm smashed straight into the chaotic circle in front of the two orcs, and as they panicked and retreated, it walked out of the terrifying energy storm and stood in front of them.

The size of the body was unmatched by the endless oppression of Golon's body, and the four hoofed feet were thick and short, of course, compared to the creature's building-like body. The huge cortical wings were propped up by the thick bones, and although they were constantly flapping, it was impossible to carry the bloated body to fly.

Its hair, more like a mane, is green and curly, stretching from the neck to the back. Huge dark iron plates carved with terrifying patterns were tightly bound to the chest with several thick chains.

I'm afraid that even if this thing is shot against the face, it will not be able to leave many scars.

Compared to its size, its green eyes were extraordinarily small, and so did its entire head, but thankfully it was topped with an eternal fire of evil that could be caught at a glance.

It also has fangs protruding from its jaws, except that it resembles a mammoth more than an orc. Rows of sharp teeth were exposed with the hideous smile it carried, shining with a chilling light.

And its roar made Gul'dan and Tarongor fall to the ground, howling in fear.

But they managed to keep their current posture with difficulty, or rather, they were afraid of angering each other with superfluous movements.

What is that? Gul'dan screamed inwardly.

Soon, Kil'Gardan reappeared in his sight: "This is my lieutenant, Manolos, who we have blessed in other worlds, affectionately called, the Saboteur. ”

Kilgardan smiled a little treacherously, what he didn't say was that the so-called 'blessing' was eternal destruction.

However, because of this terrible visual impact, Gul'dan and Tarongol did not realize that the voice of their master was full of obvious exhaustion.

"Gul'dan, you know, what I'm going to give your people. ”

Finally relieving himself, looking at the saboteur who was constantly smiling at him, Gul'dan nodded tremblingly. Powers beyond the imagination as well as eternal slavery. He's been through it himself, and he's familiar with the process.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that Naozu, that coward, had chosen to retreat in the face of the conditions offered by the Supreme Lord.

But......

Gul'dan's eyes flickered, and the consequence of doing so would mean that the entire tribe would be handed away, and all orcs would be enslaved.

"Is there a problem?" said Kilgardan with an eyebrow.

Is there a problem?, Gul'dan asked himself privately, and then, with a wicked smile.

Of course not.

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The Hellfire Fortress, a stronghold established by the tribe in the heart of the Tanaan Jungle, is a tall wall covered with metal spikes that point to the sky, exuding a wild and murderous atmosphere.

At this moment, in front of the gate of the fortress, the black-skinned orcs, under the leadership of the chiefs of various tribes, followed by Naozu and Guldan, who were walking in front, and moved quickly towards the high mountains in the north.

In the crowd, Durotan clenched his palms and looked at the orc shaman with a gloomy back, and his mood fell to the bottom.

He received an anonymous letter, a letter telling the truth about it all. The terrible truth made him toss and turn, and even trembled.

That supreme being that has been repeatedly sought after by the tribe is not the soul of the ancestors, but the demon that brings destruction!

His fears came true, and what the tribe was doing was not glory, but ignorance and ignorance.

They're just pawns......

The fingertips were deeply embedded in the flesh, and as the sharp pain continued to invade the senses, the scarlet blood completely soaked the letter in Durotan's hand, and it was no longer possible to distinguish the words inside. He wanted to tell the others, but the man who wrote to him told him that he couldn't do that.

The tribe couldn't stand the wrath of that being......

Could it be that I can only watch?

A deep sense of powerlessness sucked on Durotan's marrow, he hated, he hated himself for being weak and incompetent, he hated himself for choosing to follow the masses instead of rising up in the first place.

However, if he had believed in his conscience and opposed the establishment of the tribe at the beginning, would he have been stronger than that orc, strong enough to bear the wrath of that existence with a family?

Thinking of this, Durotan glanced at Naozu again.

Although the letter was unsigned, because of the familiarity, he found the letter that Naozu had passed to him when he formed the tribe.

Exactly.

He's the chief of the Frostwolf Clan, and there's no way he's risking the destruction of his entire clan to rebel against a powerful being that he knows can't be shaken.

I am, pathetic chief.

Bowing his head deeply, Durontan's eyes lost their brilliance like Naozu.