"How is this possible......"

After living for so many years, Crassus knew the power of legendary spells, and when he heard this familiar voice, he was the first to believe it.

Syllable!

Everyone looked up, and in the empty pit, a pitch-black crack appeared. The scorching flames of chaos erupted like a fountain, forcing the gap to the size of a normal person.

Then, a figure covered in emerald flames slowly walked out of it. The tattered black cloak rose in the wind, and debris continued to fall, and the crow feathers on the shoulder armor completely lost their luster and became like a mass of weeds.

His robes were also covered in scars, revealing his body completely stained with scarlet.

The only thing that hasn't changed is the Staff of Aetiyesh in his hand.

Medivan, still alive?!

Horror flashed across everyone's faces, and almost in no particular order, the archmages raised their staffs in their hands.

A gust of wind blew away the long, messy hair that obscured her face, and Medivan's emerald green eyes came into everyone's sight. At the same time, there is also that arrogant and disdainful smiling face.

"Thank you, mortals. The flames of endless chaos burned, "I finally got this body. ”

Shout!

Arcane, fire, ice, powerful magic roared from the hands of the archmages.

"As a token of gratitude, I can spare your life for the time being. "Medivan, no, it should be Sargeras, he simply ignored the spells that surrounded him, and with a wave of his grasp of Etiyes, with his laughter, the dark storm swept in all directions like a tsunami.

Danger sounded the alarm in the minds of the archmages, and the light of the flashing spell lit up almost simultaneously, and then was engulfed by the storm at the same time. The only one who couldn't leave was Lothar, who had been standing in front of Medivan.

"Mad......" Lothar is a legendary warrior, and even though the storm of energy crashes against him, he still doesn't move like a mountain. The messy ends of his hair confirmed his mood, confused, confused, and angry: "What have you done to him?!"

The roar that overshadowed the storm finally caught Sargeras's attention, who turned his head and glanced at him lightly with his eyes that burned with the fire of chaos, and then the corners of his mouth hooked. In an instant, scattered magical power surged towards his location, and a dark vortex engulfed him in the blink of an eye.

"No! Stop!" Seeing that the other party cast a teleportation magic without saying a word, Lothar suddenly roared angrily, and raised his foot towards the portal that had not yet dispersed.

At the same time, a green flame tore through the storm and rushed into it after him. Immediately, the dark portal seemed to be disturbed, and suddenly erupted several jet-black streamers.

The latter shoots out at a very fast speed, constantly intertwining and merging in the air, and in the blink of an eye, it has a concrete and figurative appearance.

Not far away, because of the successive storms, Khadgar had to control the griffin to crawl on the ground to prevent it from being overturned. Just as he was rejoicing in the size and weight of his mount, the sound of an approaching speed caught his attention.

In the next second, in his violently contracted pupils, a huge pitch-black palm rushed towards him.

With no room for resistance, Khadgar and the griffin were grabbed by the Giant Paw. A laugh of sarcasm and disdain seemed to be heard from the center of the storm, and the giant hand dragged him back into the storm with lightning speed.

Then, the huge chaotic vortex seemed to be finally satisfied. The light returned to the space once more, and soon it was calm, and the only thing left was a scatter of collapsed and shattered trees and rocks, and a group of embarrassed mages who were at a loss.

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In his ears, a low and long horn sounded, and in front of him, the spiked buildings made of steel were undulating, and beside him, the sturdy night chased the ground on all fours, and the sharp eyes pointed directly at the green-skinned strong man who was blocking his master's way.

"Do you know what you've done, Durontan?" the Black Hand looked ahead, as calm as a mountain, a volcano about to erupt.

"I'm not here for you, Blackhan. ”

"You should call me the Great Chief. ”

"If you consider yourself the Great Chief of the Tribe, then you should let Gul'dan face me, instead of fighting for the tiger here!"

The black hand's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he clenched the two-handed war hammer in his hand.

"Deserted without permission, and even escaped from the front, Durotan, who are you to question the Great Chief?" the crowd stirred, and the rickety orc slowly walked out with a wooden staff.

The Frostwolf Chief's eyes seemed to erupt with flames: "War has never been the purpose of the Horde, but yours, Gul'dan. ”

With that, he took the frostwolf battle banner full of years handed over by Drektar: "I understand your ambitions, and what you have done. ”

"The taste of being deceived and abandoned by the demon master is not pleasant, isn't it?" The deep voice of the demon voice rushed into his brain, and Guldan, who was still strolling leisurely, suddenly widened his eyes, horror and incredulity flashed in them, but fortunately, he controlled his emotions in time.

"What are you talking about?"

Shaking his head, Durotan kept a sarcastic smile and raised the battle axe in his hand: "I know a lot more than you think. If you want to rule the tribe safely, if you want to conquer the world, then you have to pass me first!"

With a long howl from night to night, Durotan planted the frostwolf banner straight on the ground, and the battle axe in his hand pointed at the rickety orc who bowed his head in contemplation.

Mak'gora again, but this time, it was brought up by the Orthodox Orcs.

This tradition is incomparably noble in the eyes of all orcs, and if they dare to reject it, they will be spurned by countless people. Even if Gul'dan was a rickety warlock, if he didn't fight, he would be labeled a coward.

No one will believe the words of a coward, let alone obey his command.

At that time, as long as Durotan makes Guldan's actions public, the position and power that he has fought so hard for will be in vain.

He didn't want to be caught.

Ignoring the black hand's gaze, Gul'dan slowly straightened his spine.

"Young Frostwolf Chief, you're thinking things too simply. As Gul'dan unbuckled his chest, the wide fur cloak slid to the ground, revealing muscular muscles that were in no way inferior to Durontan's.

At the same time, green lines continued to shine on his skin, and the terrifying power was eager to be tried in it. What's even more chilling is that the thick spikes on his back and elbows are hard and sharp.

"Since you are bent on death, then you are welcome. ”

Looking at the laughing Gul'dan, Durotan also unloaded his armor, even threw down his axe, raised his fist and stepped forward shirtless: "I will unscrew your head, return the tribe, a future." ”

"Then let's try it, frostwolf cub!" With a disdainful sneer, Gul'dan Growler rushed forward.

Past and present, endless roars and grievances converged on his chest, and Durotan erupted into a deafening roar, and the same arrow stepped forward.

Bang!

The two muscular bodies collided violently, hitting each other's faces with punches almost simultaneously, and the dull sound of bones clashing made the scalp tingle, and even the crumbling fangs of the two of them could be clearly seen.

The almost fainting pain didn't shake the two of them in the slightest, not even back a little. This was followed by another fist that both of them swung at the same time.

Anger, hatred, everything drove Durotan to attack, and it seemed that only punching and tearing the other party to the flesh could calm his restless heart. He didn't even bother to defend, and when Gul'dan punched him in the chest, he shattered his opponent's bones.

On the other hand, Guldan, strengthened by evil powers, his physical abilities have also reached incredible heights. Each punch made Durotan tremble with pain, and each attack seemed to excite him more and more, making the evil energy tattoo on his body shine more and more.

After several rounds of fighting against each other at all costs, Durotan seemed to notice something unusual. Raising his arm to block Guldan's hook, he picked up his other hand and punched him directly to the jaw. The force of the impact caused Gul'dan to snort and tilt his head back sharply.

The door opened, and Durontan's leather armor wrapped around his legs swelled with a visible difference, and with a fleeting howl of wind, a whipleg struck Gul'dan in the flank.

I don't know how many bowl-thick trees can be broken by the power of this kick, and even if Gul'dan is blessed by evil energy, the whole person still flies up uncontrollably and falls heavily to the ground.

Roar——!

Such wonderful hand-to-hand combat ignited the blood of all orcs. The cheers, the cheers, surged like a tsunami, unstoppable!

At the same time, a powerful shout broke through the wave and soared into the sky.

"Durotan!"

"Durotan!"

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From one person at the beginning, to two people, to one clan, the whole tribe......

As if a fuse had been lit, Durontan's name resounded throughout the sky.

Silently looking at Orgrim, who was holding the hammer of destruction, the black hand looked indifferent and said nothing.

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