Lanlos was not fighting alone, and after the initial shock, the draenei quickly collected their mood and cooperated with the elven mages to almost wipe out all the hundreds of orcs. It's a pity that because of Lanlos's promise, there is still a living mouth left in the end.

Syllable!

A slap knocked the dazed-faced orc warrior to the ground, and Gul'dan roared in a rage, "You still have the face to come back?" Gugar, tell him what the oath of the tribe is!"

"Victory, death!" (The coward's flesh is soft!)" The cry was full of absurdity, but at the same time, an inexplicable madness and restlessness made the scalp tingle.

Gul'dan's approach made the black hand not far away frown, and let an ogre remind the proud orc what to do, which was undoubtedly a great insult to the latter.

Standing up, the orc warrior immediately grinned at the tall two-headed ogre, as if he wanted to bite off a piece of flesh on the other's body. But he couldn't, he had seen the brutality and gore of this two-headed ogre on the battlefield, and he couldn't even punch the other side.

Besides, he needs to clear his name. In his memory, despite the defeat, he still launched a charge towards honor. But why? Why did he go back to camp in a hazy way, and even say such inexplicable words to Gul'dan?

It's a pity that the latter didn't have the spare time to listen to him: "Pull him down, you know what to do, you must let everyone know, tribe, no need for cowards!"

The two Warlocks of the Shadow Council nodded heavily, and quickly dragged the orcs out of their tents amid their unwilling and fearful howls.

"He's still alive? how is this possible?" Gul'dan muttered to himself as he turned a deaf ear to the fading roar.

Yes, Master Kilgardan had already announced the death of the otherworldly man, and had ordered him to go to Voshugu and Aukington to capture the creature's soul. How did it develop like this?

Can Lord Kilgardan make mistakes? That god-like supreme being can be wrong?

No, God can't be wrong, unless......

"Gul'dan. On the side, the black hand, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke, interrupting his wavering emotions.

"What do you mean by that Lanros?"

What do you mean?

Gul'dan raised an eyebrow, carefully considering it.

Lanlos's words were simple, he said he would settle the account back. As for the account, of course, it refers to the incident in which Akmund killed him.

If it had been before, Gul'dan would have laughed at his indiscretion, but now, the otherworldly man who should have died reappeared in his sight, and became even more powerful......

He couldn't help but fall silent.

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After cooperating with the Draenei to eliminate the orc's pursuers, Lanloth used his command to force the last surviving orc to bring the news, and then he followed Irel and his party back to Shattrath with the sleeping Tyre.

Seeing Lanlos carefully place the Blue Dragon Lady on the bed and cover the quilt very thoughtfully, Irel unconsciously pressed his hands to his chest.

Strange, something is stuck here......

"I have to thank you, Iriel. Before the girl could sort out her complicated thoughts, the elven mage with his back to him suddenly turned around.

Facing those blue and plain eyes, Irell suddenly found that his mind was even more flustered. It's not shyness, but inexplicable fear, like something is about to leave you.

"Why?" she couldn't even speak.

After a pause, Lan Luos lowered his gaze: "Maybe in the future, there will be no chance." ”

Iriel's hands clenched unconsciously, her hunch was right: "But this war has only just begun......"

"No, it's over. Shaking his head, Lanlos's voice implied a hint of helplessness.

The reason is simple, there is no way that Veren will not be able to gamble the future of the Delaney on this unnecessary war, and if he cannot win quickly, he will definitely lead his people to avoid this bloody dispute.

For everyone's sake, for his own sake, and even for Naru's so-called prophecy, he would never let the Delaney ruin Draenor.

Yes, the war is over, after the outer city of Shattrath was broken through by the combined orcs and demons, it was already over.

Irel is a very smart and sensitive girl, and she can see many things that have not been shown in the eyes and subtle movements.

However, what made her strange was that the first thing she worried about was not the future of Shattrath, but the person in front of her.

"So, what about you?"

"I've scraped together the energy to get back to Azeroth. Glancing at Sagret's abundant energy reserves, Lanlos's voice was faintly lost.

When he came to Delaenau, he changed a lot of established history, but in the end, he still couldn't turn the situation around. It was as if something was behind him repairing the deflected path.

A deep sense of powerlessness overwhelmed him......

Staring at each other, Iriel's complicated mood suddenly flashed a clear question mark, it seemed that this was the first time he had seen his eyes?

It turned out not to be purple, yes, this color......

Lowering her gaze, the girl glanced at her skin, and indescribable emotions kept churning in her eyes.

"Viren should still be waiting for me, I have to leave. Nodding to the other, Lanros lifted his feet forward. However, just as he was about to skim Irel and leave the room, a pair of slender but powerful arms grabbed him.

Turning his head in confusion, at the surprised gaze of Lanros, a delicate and shy face slammed into his face door at great speed.

The soft, moist touch suddenly wrapped around his lips, and Lanlos's eyes widened, but because of the distance, he could only see the slender eyelashes that fluttered uneasily on the closed eyes. Underneath, an intoxicating flush drowned out the smooth blue skin.

The visual and tactile impact quietly tugged at his heartstrings.

But......

He pushed the other party away very carefully, looking at the slowly open, blurred and shining eyes, Lanlos asked softly, as if he was afraid of hurting the other party's self-esteem: "What are you doing?"

There was sobriety in his eyes, and Iriel's face flashed with shame and indignation, but soon, the hands holding the other party's elbows suddenly exerted force, and forcibly stopped Lanros from pushing his own movements: "I don't want to leave regrets......"

Looking at that determined and affectionate gaze, Lanlos was silent. He knows what the other person wants to express. However, the things in the other party's eyes were too heavy, and he didn't think he could carry it.

In the previous life, he could still use terminal illness to numb himself, but now, countless beings much stronger than him were staring at his life. Demons, Naru, and even the bronze dragon, whose mission is to preserve the timeline, will probably be on the opposite side of him.

He is used to being alone, and no matter what he does, he will not be restrained, because he only needs to be responsible for himself......

"You're hesitating. "It's weird, Iriel's voice was full of surprise.

Almost subconsciously, her hands slowly climbed up Lanlos's shoulders and gently wrapped her arms around his neck: "I'm so happy. ”

Pecking the other man's lips like a bird, Irel buried her almost red-hot face in his chest.

"That's enough, that's enough......"

As if self-hypnotizing, the girl kept murmuring softly, the voice mixed with joy and unspeakable sadness.

At this moment, Lanlos suddenly moved, reached out to hold up the shy face that had been wet with tears, and leaned forward fiercely.