"Hehe! I've seen you in your elemental spirit dreams!"

With a gentle smile on his face, the old orc slightly suppressed the orc warrior who was a little boiling because of Kelris's words, and said aloud to Kelrith who was far away on the city wall. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Hmph! Drektar, my collection has a lot of crystal nuclei of high-level elemental life, and I just lack a legendary crystal!"

Shaking the staff in his hand, Kelreth looked at the old orc in front of him with contempt, but in his heart he was already 100% careful. Although the strength of the other party is exposed in the perception of Kyrryth, the peak of the high level, but the most troublesome thing about the shaman is that he can summon elemental spirits, especially the other party who has established solid communication with the native element, it is not impossible to summon the elemental life that has always been of the legendary rank at a certain price, the Grand Duke is only...

"Respect for the elderly, should be the foundation of all intelligent beings!"

With anger, a young orc slowly flew to the old orc shaman's side, the pale cyan atmospheric elements surrounding him, but obviously because of the unfamiliar operation, the whole body was a little bumpy and twisted.

"Hehe! Little shaman who doesn't even have a high rank! Old orc! You are really relieved!"

Squinting at the young orc not far away, Kelrith's heart moved, and after a secret glance at Marseillo beside him, the two instantly entered a state of battle. However, the old orc in the distance was obviously very alert, and he had already pulled Gouyle behind him before the two of them could start it, and then two huge air elemental giants more than three meters tall appeared in front of him.

"Humph!"

Glancing at the green sea under the feet of the old orcs, especially at the few orc warriors who had been staring at him coldly for a long time, he clearly sensed the power of the other party, either high-level or even legendary. Marseilleu snorted coldly, and a surging light shot up into the sky, illuminating a tenth section of the wall of Soradin almost instantly.

"Humanity, we come with good intentions!"

Passing through two giant air elemental giants, Drektar spoke to Kyrryth.

"Old orcs, you slaughtered human corpses all the way and almost turned into the sea!

A trace of irrepressible killing intent began to appear in his anger, and Kelreth raised his staff, and a terrifying spiritual force instantly crushed the orcs closest to the city wall to the ground, and most of them even began to vomit blood, with a slight chill, Kelreth said coldly.

"Killing is only the only way for our people to survive! Humans! You have enslaved our people for decades, and it is you..."

"That's it!"

A cold voice interrupted the old orc's words, and Marseilleu had completely turned into a golden sun at this moment, and his body began to slowly float in midair.

"If you want to fight, you will fight, and if you don't fight, you will go back!"

"Humph!"

The ordinary-looking one-handed hammer threw out a spark in the air, and a terrifying strong orc slowly walked out of the orc camp, staring at the human high-level on the city wall with a cold face, but he still maintained a distance of nearly a thousand meters and stopped advancing, and behind him, Gouyl had already quietly and silently flew down.

"Uncle Orgrim!"

Standing firmly behind Orgrim, Gouyl shouted anxiously, and the rich elemental power that was swirling around collided with each other a little chaotically because of the lack of control, and rushed back a lot of the orcs who were not far away.

No matter what time it is, strength is always the foundation of everything, and if you don't fight... We can only be slaughtered!"

Whispering, the new Great Chief of the Tribe picked up the Hammer of Destruction in his hand, and under the outbreak of anger, runes added to the simple head of the square hammer began to appear, flashing with a dazzling blue and red light, and then with a roar, Otrem raised his hammer and pointed at Marseillo, who was looking at him from afar, and their eyes collided in mid-air, almost sparks visible to the naked eye.

"Alterm?Hammer of Doom!"

"Marseilleu Lothar!"

Two roars erupted almost simultaneously, and with a body of heat-stopping flames, Marseillo swooped down, colliding with Orgrim, who jumped up, in mid-air.

In the deafening loud noise, a large amount of holy light and anger intertwined and extinguished each other, and then continued to be generated, and a storm of energy began to gradually form outside the wall of Sauradin, wrapping the two core warriors in the core, except for the explosions of roars and energy impacts, the slightest internal situation could not be seen from the outside.

"What an honor! Should I call you a Prophet, or a Guardian?

Unlike the leaders around who were engrossed in staring at the energy storm not far away, Kyris suddenly turned around and rushed into the sky, stopping at a distance of several hundred meters, glancing at the old shaman who was still looking at him with a gentle face, the half-elf mage suddenly said to the air beside him.

With Kelris's words, a subtle wave rippled, and a huge crow suddenly appeared, fanning its wide wings, calmly looking at Kelrith in front of him with a wise and psychic gaze, and then, a voice full of vicissitudes came out faintly.

"I didn't expect that after me, the human race would be able to give birth to you... An indescribable being!"

"Hehe, I'm really flattered to be praised by the patron saint of the previous generation of humans!"

Pouting, Kerris glanced at the old shaman who was slowly flying over, and said indifferently to the crow that Medivan had turned into.

"It's a call of fate!

The crow turned and vanished, turning into an illusory figure floating silently, its dark purple hood covering its entire face, Medivan continued in a Shinto tone.

"Hmph, I'm not against sending them to Kalimdor, but there are too many orcs in front of you!

The old orc's face, which had always been indifferent, finally changed, and he frowned and looked at Kelres.

"Mage, there are less than 300,000 orcs left, and there are tens of millions of humans, even if there is a place to recuperate, our clan will still not be a threat to you!"

"Oh! Orcs! I still say the same thing, there are too many orcs in front of me! Let's fight! Win a game! Get a chance to go to the Southern Continent, maybe even a chance to return to Draenor! If you lose! Fight and go back!"

Impatiently waving his staff, crushing the crystal nucleus before the two air elemental giants could even roar, the wails dissipated, and Kelreth whispered coldly to the old orc shaman who had suddenly retreated a hundred meters.

"Hopefully, you won't regret it!"

Drektar glanced at the silent Medivan, his face turned cold, and he turned around and threw himself into the orc army.

"Two hundred and seventy thousand is not much!"

Faced with Kelrith's playful gaze, Medivan finally spoke.

"That's because I didn't exist!"

After saying a word, Kyris turned around and was about to fly down, but when he was about to end, he suddenly turned his head and said.

"Senior! History should have been rewritten, at least I have cut down several tributaries of time, so will that surging mainstream still be like that!"

"I don't know! I'm just a prophet, not a god!

Slowly lifting the hood, Medivan finally showed an illusory face, staring at the face of Kelreth for a moment, the former Terran patron god pulled down the hood again, and after saying a faint word, he turned around and turned into a raven again, and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye. (To be continued.) )