"What did you say?" Gul'dan was about to explode, his seemingly withered knuckles creaking his wooden staff, and his scarlet eyes almost erupted with fire.

"You're not in a position to be angry with me!" "The Black Hand is not Naozu, he has never known what fear is, because he has broken the neck of anyone who wants to question it, "I am not your servant. ”

"So, my dear Great Chief. Thinking of how angry the master would be at missing such a good opportunity, the warlock almost gritted his teeth and said, "Did you think about the consequences when you withdrew your troops?"

"That's Mak'gora, the sacred tradition of the orcs, and there's no need to think about it. The black hand patted his chest with an oath.

"But he's not an orc!"

"But he respects our traditions!" the black hand is not a soft persimmon, and the rough man can't bear to be repeatedly splattered by a weak warlock, "And you, as an orc, do you take our honor seriously?!"

Fearlessly facing the orcs who came forward to him, Guldan's deep voice was full of creepy majesty: "In my eyes, there is only power. ”

Staring at the warlock's determined and fearless expression, the black hand smiled, and the extremely mocking laughter made the other party frown: "The will is as strong as steel, but you are so fragile. ”

"Gul'dan, don't blame me for not reminding you, your strength can't contain your ambitions. ”

Leaving such a sentence, the great chief did not continue to argue with him, turned around in a dashing manner, and left the tent without looking back.

It's already happening, and there's no room for maneuver from the start, so instead of wasting time here, it's better to swing your weapon twice more to exercise your body.

The dim space fell silent, and as a shadow in the corner quivered, Tarongor's slightly anxious voice suddenly sounded: "What about the master......'s orders?

"No, it won't. Gul'dan interrupted the other's concerns, "I have other plans. ”

"What is it?" In these days, Tarongor clearly saw how terrifyingly the Shadow Council had grown at the hands of Gul'dan, and he had gradually been impressed by the wisdom and cunning of the other party.

"It's up to our chieftain. Gul'dan's smile was full of pride at the mention of a plan that he was proud of that even Kil'gardan had never known about.

Hearing this, the orc shaman, whose eyes were glazed over, lifted his pale face, and looked at the smiling face of the warlock, and a slight light appeared in his godless eyes, called the fire of anger.

"Absolutely not! The Dark Star is the supreme faith of the Shadowmoon Clan, and you must not tarnish her power!"

"Faith, do you think you're still qualified to talk about these two words now?" Gul'dan reached out and grabbed the other's jaw, his sharp nails slowly cutting down his throat, "Naozu." ”

In the face of this outrageous humiliation, Neozu almost crushed the roots of his teeth, but vaguely, he seemed to see the scarlet figure behind Guldan. He flinched, timidity and fear causing him to swallow the endless bitterness back into his stomach.

He has no way to resist, his strength, his honor, and even his beloved have left him, he has nothing, he is as humble as an ant......

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The temple of Carabo is alive again, and Lanlos's seemingly alarmist remarks eventually make Viren abandon his idealism. All the small portals had been closed, and the priests and scholars had focused all their efforts on opening the passage to Shattrath.

Although the refugees who were aware of all this grieved in their hearts and prayed to their compatriots who had been left behind, sacrifice was inevitable, and this race had already experienced such pain more than once.

Pushing open the door, a tired Ranros entered Teregosa's room.

The Blue Dragon Maiden was sitting in front of the window at the moment looking at the busy Draenei outside, and her slender back made Lanlos relax the boredom in her heart a little.

"Are we leaving?"

Turning around, Tyre's bland, watery face revealed a little doubt. I don't know if it's an illusion, since waking up from this deep sleep, this always indifferent girl seems to have learned to use expressions to convey her emotions, not only has a little more human touch in her temperament, but her cold and delicate face has also added a lot of points.

"Yes, the orc attack is imminent, and we must transfer it in time. "Lanlos was indeed tired, and did not explain the ins and outs of the matter in detail.

Seeing this man show such a look, a trace of unexplained emotion flashed in Tyre's eyes: "Why?"

"Huh?"

"Why are you helping these irrelevant draenei?" Tyret paused, as if to think about what to say so as not to appear relatively mean, "Obviously you have always been mercenary, and this kind of troublesome thing with no real reward, haven't you always avoided it?"

“......”

Ahem, indeed, not too much at all......

"In your eyes, am I just a villain?" Lan Luos sighed helplessly, and what made him even more bitter was that after the other party thought carefully for a while, he nodded very firmly.

"Is it because of that Draenei girl?" Somehow, Tyré noticed that her heartbeat was missing half a beat at the mention of the question.

"Yes and no. Shaking his head, Lanlos didn't say much.

However, in the eyes of those who have a heart, this is more like trying to hide something. Tyret looked at the elven mage who had been 'living together' for more than a year, not knowing what to think, her eyes showed a determined light, and then she stretched out her arms towards the other party.

"What are you doing?" Seeing her move like this, Lanlos was a little confused.

"Aren't you here to take me away?" Tyret tilted her head, as if she wanted to make a playful face, but the difficulty was a little too high for her.

For Lan Luos, the way she twitched the corners of her mouth was more like a sneer, which made him subconsciously feel uneasy: "Ahem, that's right. ”

Stretching her arms forward again, Terré seemed to be urging the other man.

"Uh, you don't think ......" pointed to himself, and the elven mage showed an incredulous expression.

"Can't you?" said Tyré strangely, and as she said this, she found that an emotion called apprehension made her sit still.

"It's not impossible, it's just ......" Lanlos glanced at the bed that hadn't had time to be taken care of.

Although your constitution has not fully recovered, are you already able to get out of bed and move freely? Is it necessary?

Turning his head, he happened to meet her eyes, catching the anticipation on the girl's face, and he found that his chest suddenly resounded with a distinct echo at this moment. Even if it was only for a moment, success made him hold back the words.

With a long exhale, Lanlos walked forward slowly, wrapping one hand around the girl's sleek, boneless shoulder, and the other through the crook of her leg, and easily picked her up.

He was a little surprised, it stands to reason that as a blue dragon, even in the human form, his physique is quite strong, but Tai Lei's body is so soft that it seems to be able to float away with a blow of the wind.

Like a delicate doll.

Looking at the face buried in his chest, Lanlos quietly swallowed his dry throat and quickly tightened his arms.

Both are spellcasters, and their thin clothing does not prevent the transmission of body temperature. Feeling the temperature coming from the other party's chest, Terrey was surprised to find that an inexplicable peace of mind gradually wrapped her.

Subconsciously, she rubbed obediently and shrunk her body like a cat.

Lanlos was so frightened that he almost threw the girl out.

No, it must be because I'm so attractive! Yes, it must be so......