The mountain peaks exploded, and hot lava erupted into the night sky, splashing around the jagged peaks, and scorching the trees with a devastating glow throughout the peaks.

In the shadows that could not be seen, a stout tail covered with bone spurs slowly contracted, and its owner poked out a pair of green flaming eyes from the darkness to look into the distance at the orcs who were constantly cheering as a blessing on the throne of Kil'gardan.

He let out a horrible laugh from the abyss, and then raised his arm. On his wrist, a hideous, huge scar was constantly spilling the same green liquid as the pool, and at the same time, a thick aura of chaos rose from it, impregnating the world little by little.

"Kilgardan, are you ready to abandon this world when you've completed your revenge?" Manolos' voice was like a muffled thunder in a cumulus cloud.

"That's what I thought before. "Now, I have a better plan, one that Lord Sargeras has been waiting for. ”

Kil'Gardan's smile was hideous and terrifying, and the flames in those eyes continued to spew with light like this mountain.

"Do you want to act like last time?" Manolos was a little dissatisfied.

"Nope. Kilgardan smiled coldly, recalling his last defeat, his eyes were full of sharpness, "This time, let's be direct." ”

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Looking at the exploding mountain peaks in the distance, Lanloth stopped, a hint of unease in his eyes.

He didn't stay in Shattrath and Delaney as Gul'dan had hoped, he knew the history. Faced with the solid defenses of the main city of Draenei, Kil'Gardan will surely send Manolos to Draenor to use the demonic blood of the Abyss Lord to inspire the fury of the orcs in their blood and greatly strengthen their power.

That's why he came to the Tanaan Jungle, and he tried to stop the orcs from accepting it, the 'blessing'.

Although he was already on the opposite side of the tribe on the surface, he knew that not everyone among the orcs advocated violence and killing, and as long as the conspiracy of Gul'dan and Kil-Gardan could be exposed before the blood was drunk, then the tribe still had room to save it.

Unfortunately, he is not a professional historian, and he does not know the exact time.

He had already set off from Shattrath as soon as possible, but now it seemed that he was still a step too late.

The demonic blood not only strengthens the orcs' physique, but more importantly, the chaotic energy inspires tyranny and anger in their hearts. Even without Kil'Gardan's guidance, they would have taken this impulse out on all other creatures, leaving nothing but destruction.

If I had made up my mind earlier, would I have stopped all of this by now?

Lanlos didn't know that he wasn't a bronze dragon, and he didn't have the ability to change the flow of time.

A deep sense of powerlessness set in, and Ranros was about to turn around when a female draenei suddenly appeared from the shadows behind her.

"What's going on?" Nelly looked into the distance with a serious face, looking at the mountain that was engulfed in flames, her heart was also full of doubt and panic.

She seemed to smell it faintly, and there was a familiar and terrifying aura flowing through the air.

Looking back at the Chief Ranger's face, Lanlos sighed helplessly.

Draenei was still inflated, and after hearing that he was going to scout the Hellfire Fortress, Viren granted Nelly's request to attack. He knew that this operation was not just for intelligence, but if necessary, they might also organize a counteroffensive.

As for how he knows.

How can a reconnaissance unit carry a bomb of such a yield?

In the shadows behind them, dozens of heavily armed elite scouts appeared in sight one by one, and what caught the eye was the huge spherical device on the cart at the rear. Despite the use of enchanted cloth as a cover, the aura of arcane energy was too strong to escape Elunis's nose.

'What a waste of such a huge amount of arcane energy just to create a firework?' Elunis kept trying to squeeze out of his belt. Even though he didn't have a face, Lanloth could accurately imagine the guy staring at the arcane bomb behind him with an idiotic expression.

Based on the size and the depth of the cart in the ground, Sagrit's calculations would at least tear off the ceiling of the Hellfire Fortress if it detonated.

Regardless of whether the orcs are strengthened by demonic blood or not, food and supplies are the top priority, and the Hellfire Fortress has assembled most of the combat personnel, which can be described as the military base camp of the tribe. Once their granaries are destroyed, there is no doubt that no matter how angry they are, the orcs will not launch a general attack on Shattrath on an empty stomach.

If this plan is successful, it will be a major blow to the strength and confidence of the tribe.

But now, Lanlos is becoming less and less confident in this plan: "I suggest that we better retreat. ”

"Why?"

Nelly didn't know what was going on, and although Viren told her to listen to Lanlos's advice, it didn't mean that she would put all her responsibilities and hopes on the other person. And since they have come here, how can they retreat without even looking at it?

"The orcs are not what you remembered. Lanlos didn't dwell on anything.

"Regardless of what has become of the orcs, our plan will be a huge help to the current situation of the Draenei and cannot be given up so easily. ”

Sure enough, the Chief Ranger decisively rejected his offer.

Lanros shook his head with a wry smile. Indeed, no matter how much the orcs are strengthened, this mission is completely infiltrated and does not require a head-to-head confrontation with the enemy. What really worries Lanlos is that he has the impression that the orcs are a race that cannot be judged by common sense. You know, the old roar that drank blood, even the demigods and abyss lords can be hacked to death with an axe, what else can't these orcs who accept evil powers?

"Could it be that you're scared?" Seeing the other party's appearance, Nelly raised her eyebrows and said teasingly.

"yes, yes, I'm scared. Surprisingly, Lanros nodded.

The ranger opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a while, and suddenly his mouth crooked in anger: "Why, the courage to fight against the tribal army outside the temple was lost? ”

"Those who know the times are Junjie. Smiling, Lanlos didn't take her words to heart, "Knowing advance and retreat is something to be proud of. ”

"Are you going or not?" said the archbishop, who did not have so much leisure to listen to his reasoning.

"Go, why don't you go?" the elven mage put away his joke, his sharp gaze like a sword, "That's a hellfire fortress, I want to see how dazzling the honor of the tribe can be." ”