"Blackhan, it's time!"

Seeing that Gul'dan walked towards the sidelines without looking back, Durotan spat out a mouthful of bloody thick phlegm, kicked his legs, and bounced directly off the ground, grabbing the spike in Guldan's back.

One of them nearly fell to the ground, and the Warlock burst into angry roars, and an over-the-shoulder throw threw the weak Frostwolf Chief to the ground. After kicking the opponent's head several times in succession, Gul'dan panted and walked to the position of the black hand.

"Quick, gate, it's about to ......"

"Nope. In the other party's surprised gaze, the black hand shook his head firmly, "Your opponent has not fallen yet." ”

Turning his head from the Great Chief's finger, Gul'dan saw the brown-skinned orc standing up again. His face was covered in blood, he was crumbling, but he was indestructible......

Poof!

"No!"

"Durotan!"

......

Looking at the back of the evil arrow piercing the chest, the frost wolves exploded all at once.

"What are you doing?!" grabbed Guldan's right hand, which was haunted by the magic of chaos, and the black hand roared in a daze, "You are going against tradition!"

Scarlet eyes stared at each other without waves, Gul'dan moved his chin and spoke slowly in a low and weak voice: "You can stop me, but you don't ......"

The black hand froze, and after a short silence, Gul'dan broke free from his restraints. Looking at the Frostwolf Chieftain, who was still standing straight in the middle of the battlefield even after being pierced through his chest, he raised his fist high.

"I'm the winner!"

A gentle breeze whipped up dust and silently swept through the silent space.

"No, you fouled. ”

In the crowd, a slightly cowering voice suddenly sounded, and just as Gul'dan searched for the prisoner with his hideous eyes, another question came from behind.

"It's not fair!"

"You have defiled the holy Mak'gora!"

"You don't deserve victory!"

......

For a time, the noise resounded in the sky, spitting, slandering, and insulting, like a mountain and a tsunami, inexorably drowning Guldan, who was isolated and helpless in the center.

A sturdy female orc took up her weapon and took advantage of the chaos to approach Gul'dan step by step. Suddenly, a large hand grabbed her arm.

"Let go of me!"

Draka struggled, and when she found that she could not break free from the other, she finally turned her face full of grief and madness.

"You have to get out of here. Orgrim's heart trembled violently, but he never let go, "Durotan doesn't want to involve you and the clan. ”

Hearing this name, hot tears instantly welled up in Draka's eyes, and she wanted to refute, but the other party's next words made her completely collapse.

"Don't forget your children. ”

......

"Enough!"

The scorching fire of evil energy burst into flames, burning and forcing back the orcs who wanted to take advantage of the chaos, Gul'dan glared and roared in a thunderous voice, "It's me, it's me who gave you strength! It's me, it's me who gave you food and territory......!"

Waving his arms, Guldan's sharp fingers pointed at the chaotic battlefield on the outskirts of the camp: "It is I who will lead you to a new life in such a situation!"

"None of you have the right to question me, no one!"

"If you want to overthrow me, you'll have to do more than I do. ”

Except for the orcs who had been burned by the fire of evil energy and wailing, the crowd fell silent. Although they could clearly feel the almost outpouring of anger, Guldan's words were like a sudden basin of ice water, so cold that they couldn't find the north for a while.

Seemingly satisfied with his current state, Gul'dan smiled, and then quickly frowned: "Talon!"

"Yes, sir. "A warlock with a hood emerges from the shadows.

"Where have the frostwolves gone?"

"They've left. ”

After a short silence, Guldan's eyes burst out with endless killing intent: "Either serve the tribe or be crushed by the tribe!"

"Yes!"

Without looking at the warlock who had retreated into the shadows, Gul'dan turned around, and without looking, he swept past his black hand with a dull face, and walked quickly in the direction of the dark door. He didn't notice that behind his back, there was a palpitating glint in the eyes of the black hand.

Excited, excited, Gul'dan couldn't find the right words to describe his mood at the moment, he received a summons from the one, and he knew that he was about to change the fate of the tribe once again.

Thank you Durotan for the opportunity.

"Everybody listen. Glancing at the orc warlocks who had already been ready in front of the black door, Gul'dan looked up at the towering gate, revealing a row of charred fangs, "The time has come." ”

Ominous magic screeched out of the warlocks' hands and sped toward the iron cage next to them, where countless humans, draenei, and even orcs were imprisoned.

For a moment, a piercing scream pierced the sky.

Before that, no one present could have imagined what kind of creature could utter such a heart-wrenching wail of pain.

As more and more dried corpses piled up in the iron cage, the majestic magic of chaos poured into the ground, centering on the empty gate, rushing away like a sea of rivers.

Seen from above, the fine green lines weave into a huge web centered on the Dark Gate.

Filled with magic power, the braziers on both sides of the gate were instantly ignited, and the emerald green flames continued to flicker, constantly exuding warnings that no one should enter. The sculpture of the sword on the brazier seemed to come to life, and the two red eyes like flames were so bright that anyone who looked at them could feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.

What's even more incredible is that in the middle of the empty gate, a dark vortex grows from small to large, and it is quickly filled.

Gradually, the orcs were surprised to find that they seemed to see their own reflections, like the surface of the water standing upright?

No, that's not their reflection, that is, their compatriots in Draeno!

"No—"

A roar even worse than just now soared into the sky, and once again all eyes were on the warlock in front of the Dark Gate. The warlock who fell to his knees, raised his hands and wailed.

Without waiting for the orcs to come to their senses, it only took a moment for the overwhelming chaotic aura to dissipate......

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Looking at the arcane energy that dissipated in front of him like a butterfly in the wind, Sargeras froze in place. A moment later, a violent sense of crisis hit him, and he reflexively waved his arm back to fan back.

Call!

The terrifying force hit the air, setting off a storm visible to the naked eye, and even if it didn't touch her body, Garona still snorted and quickly retreated.

"You will pay the price for your recklessness, mortal!" Karazan's net was already enraged by the fact that it had been banned by an unknown force, and now the orc's sneak attack had succeeded in detonating the fire in Sargeras's heart.

However, before he could lift his feet forward, he suddenly came back to his senses, and the scably-like crisis sensation had not yet faded!

Poof-

"Ahh

A vague black shadow suddenly rushed out from behind him, rolled several times in succession, and landed firmly in the shadow of the corner. Looking at the dagger embedded deep in the other party's back, the corners of Jolazi's mouth turned slightly, elegant and graceful.

If it weren't for the smoky tattered corners of his clothes, his image score would have been higher.

With the intense pain raging across his limbs, Sargeras was horrified to find that a vague but incomparably active thing was wandering freely between his flesh and bones, not only paralyzing his senses, but even the power he was proud of was leaving him in this instant.

Poison?

How could I get poisoned?

The moment the question mark came to mind, a flash of light suddenly flashed.

Yes, this body belongs to mortals......

The others didn't have that much to speculate on his mental activity, and the moment the fire of evil energy that protected his body dissipated, a golden light shone in the observatory.

The silky wings spread out as hard as he could, and Ranros soared into the air with his golden sword, closing in on Sargeras's front door in an instant.

"Don't you think about it!"

With divine help, Sargeras roared angrily and reached out to grab the long sword, and with his strong physical strength, he actually forced the opponent to stop his sprint. But how can the power of the Light be so easy to stop?

Having lost communication with the mysterious power, Sargeras's palm was instantly burned by the holy light, and with a sizzling sound, it turned black in the blink of an eye.

The pain could not shake the Demon Lord's indomitable will, and with his maniacal laughter, his left hand turned into a claw, and the sharp fingertips went straight to Lanloth's face. However, what he didn't notice was that there was not the slightest fear on the latter's face.

Scold!

A loud sword roar pierced the night sky, and as the enchanting gold shone again, the tip of Adruin's sword suddenly stretched out at an unrecanny speed. It was the same miserable roar again, and without incident, the blade of the holy light easily pierced Sargeras's chest.

The Sword of Justice, the Six-Ring Holy Light Divine Technique, can give sword weapons a greater range of attack and greater divine damage, and the Sword of Justice can ignore most otherworldly protections.

In short, it can deal massive damage to elementals, undead and demons!

This can be seen from Sargeras's reaction.

Even though only a small tip of the sword pierced into his chest, Sargeras's expression was far more distorted than before, and even the swinging palm froze in the air.

Luckily, the enchanted longsword didn't go any further, and unfortunately, it wasn't over yet.

Snort –

The light of the sword was fleeting, and when Sargeras turned his head to look behind him, the blood-stained sword slammed into the ground, and the scarlet color overwhelmed his vision, except for the broken right arm that was clearly engraved in his eyes.

How can it be......

Looking at Lothar, who had severed his arm with a sword and was haunted by the brilliance of the Holy Healing Technique, Sargeras's thoughts suddenly froze.

He didn't even pay attention to Lanlos, who took the opportunity to push the long sword until it pierced his chest.

Poof!

With all the strength of Lanros, Sargeras's muscular body couldn't help but kneel on one knee, and the gushing blood soon stained the floor red.

In the entire space, except for the sound of blood dripping and falling, only the sound of everyone's careful breathing remained.

The silence renders the oppressive atmosphere to the extreme.

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