The loss of power did not slow down the development of the tribe, and the destruction of Telmo gave the orcs an unprecedented thrill of conquest and plunder. Although the complete disappearance of the shaman's communication with the elementals and the ancestral spirits made the orcs feel uneasy, so much so that the cautious representatives led by Durotan began to wonder if the attack on the Draenei had caused the dissatisfaction and anger of the ancestors.

However, Gul'dan encircled the Black Hand in the name of the Great Chief and the Powers, and with the help of the Shadow Council, all the shamans of the Blackstone Clan gained new powers. A large number of warlocks were born, and after they joyfully demonstrated to their people that this power was completely in their own hands, without prayer, the Black Hand was elected the Great Chief without any controversy.

Yes, the hopes and companions of the past abandoned them, leaving them without the ability and knowledge to gain honor for their people, and now, the Black Hand and Gul'dan appeared before them with a power greater than the elements. There is no shaman who is eager to realize his own value that is not moved.

Even the Frostwolf Clan is no exception.

In order to ensure the strength of his clan and the safety of his clan, Durotan reluctantly agreed to the request of Drektar and the shamans to become warlocks.

As the months passed, almost every orc camp became accustomed to the bouncing imps and hideous hounds. Even, the orcs thought it was a higher shamanic way, and cast awe at the monsters that were full of ominous aura.

As Gul'dan thought, the Black Hand had a strong charisma for leadership, but the orcs were as talented as Grom and Kargas, and their reputation was not much lower than his. In order to fully secure the position of Great Chief, he also needs a brilliant achievement that no one else can achieve.

"United Ogres? No, those filthy creatures have been fighting with our people for countless years, and there is absolutely no chance of peace between us!" Glaring angrily at the rickety orc in front of him, the loud and powerful voice of the black hand exploded like a bell.

"Don't be so rigid, Grand Chief. Guldan's hoarse laughter sounded hard to the ear, and the mockery made the Black Hand frown, "In the end, you will be the one who benefits the most." ”

These words touched him, and although Gul'dan was not trustworthy from the outside, he proved himself to the black hand with practical actions. In just a few months, the warlocks of the Blackstone Clan have repeatedly made great achievements. Unlike shamans, who do not need to ask for help, the power of the warlock is in their own hands, stable, and extremely destructive.

The Blackstone clan became the strongest clan, and with their selfless dedication to the Warlock's secrets, the Black Hand became the Great Chieftain without a doubt. He enjoyed the thrill of being in his hands on absolute power and power, even though he knew that Gul'dan and his Shadow Council were using him.

But who isn't? He's using Gul'dan.

Both men are proud and think they are capable of restraining each other.

Therefore, if it is something that is beneficial to him, the black hand is willing to listen carefully and give it a go.

"Ogres are a loose race, and those small clans among them don't have very clever minds, and with enough favors and a little coercion, we can easily get a group of laborers and powerful cannon fodder. ”

"When the time comes, how much honor will you get for doing all this?"

Indeed, excluding the threat posed to orcs by ogres in the past, they are naturally possessed with great physical fitness and strength, and if they can be put in the service of the tribe, it will definitely greatly advance the course of the war.

After pondering for a moment, the black hand visibly wavered slightly: "But the orcs will not agree to let these stupid barbarians become allies. ”

Gul'dan laughed: "They will agree, as long as we want them to agree." ”

The black hand looked up and laughed out loud. At his summons, three orcs, who were stout and dressed in very different shapes, entered the tent.

In addition to his old acquaintance Orgrim, the other two orcs are Black Hand who have been promoted from various clans to be their assistant and right-hand men after becoming the Great Chief.

Itreig, the narrow two-handed sword in his hand and the battle flag fluttering in the wind behind his back prove his identity, Juggernaut. They are few in number, but they are the swordsmanship masters who make everyone fearful.

Overseer Waloch Sarufar, in addition to being an excellent tactical commander, is also an invincible berserker.

They are all precious and proud orcs, whose abilities and strength are comparable to those of the chiefs of various clans.

With their help, the Black Hand was fully confident of Gul'dan's plan.

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Blood, blood everywhere that lingers with the brilliance of magic.

The powerful energy blast tore open the cave like countless large hands that covered the sky and the sun, and with a continuous roar, countless rubble fell from the top of the cave, mercilessly smashing down the blue dragon in the air that fled in a hurry.

On the ground, the fragile dragon eggs like azure crystals were shattered in large pieces, and the newborn babies in pregnancy did not even have a chance to see the world, and they had already slept forever.

A young blue dragon cub fell out of the cracked eggshell, her breathing was rapid and sharp because of her incomplete development, and her huge eyes, as beautiful as sapphire, struggled to hold up, and let out a cry of pain over and over again.

She didn't know why she was here, but she remembered the dragon that had collapsed in front of her. In countless sunrises and sunsets, it was the other party who whispered to him through the eggshell and helped him solve all difficulties.

But now, she had fallen, slumped in countless rubble, and the warm blood nearly drowned the cub.

The young dragon cried out its pain over and over again, but there was nothing alive around it except for the crumbling lair and the rampant and tyrannical blast of energy.

She's dying, she knows. Pain, fear, an instinct to ignore made her tremble, and she wanted to leave this terrifying space, but she couldn't, she was too vulnerable. Even, she even found that not only did she not have the strength to scream, but even her vision gradually dimmed and blurred......

Ding——

In the midst of the deafening roar, a crisp sound like a song suddenly sounded, and the young dragon braced up the strength from nowhere, opened his eyes, and tried to see the strange figure holding himself in the palm of his hand. But, the golden light blurred her vision, and she couldn't see anything clearly.

I only know that he has no scales and no sharp claws, but his seemingly weak palm is filled with endless warmth......

"You're awake. Seeing those jewel-like eyes clear in sight, Lanlos smiled with relief.

Having just woken up from a long slumber, Teregosa's gaze was confused and weak, but her demeanor suddenly calmed down when she saw the other man spreading his hands towards her, and the soft golden light enveloping her whole body.

In Lanros's incredulous gaze, a beautiful smile crept up her fragile face.