The ancient sacred mountain of Woshu is like a huge white pyramid creeping in the middle of the plain, the surrounding land is trimmed and leveled by orcs, and huge symbols of unknown meaning surround the holy mountain, rendering the mysterious and noble temperament to the fullest.

It may be a bit heartless to say that Lanloth escaped Nelly's follower on the pretext of picking up the prophet's return journey, but the reality is that if he needed a helper before, now, he doesn't need to be burdened.

On weekdays, anyone who dares to enter the Holy Mountain will be discovered by the Ancestral Soul and notified to the Orc Shaman, unless they have the permission of the Ancestral Soul to enter the Holy Mountain. Now, although Kil'Gardan has deceived the orc shaman's connection to the Ancestral Spirit, if there is any problem, it cannot be ruled out that Kil'Gardan is aware of it.

However, he is not a Draenei, and no matter how powerful Kil'Gardan is, he will not defend a High Elf.

If he was alone, he only needed to break through these tightly guarded orc guards outside the holy mountain.

Since the establishment of the tribe, the Shadowmoon Clan has followed the instructions of the Ancestral Soul to lay down layers of checkpoints in the Holy Mountain, and no one, including orc shamans, is allowed to enter at will. Of course, Lanloth knew that it was a hoax by Kil'Gardan to prevent the orc shamans from communicating with the true ancestral spirits and discovering the truth.

Unfortunately, the superstitious orcs mistakenly thought that this was the will of the ancestral soul, so they simply didn't cooperate too much, and even if there were no guards, no shaman had the courage to trespass in for such a long time. At the same time, in the entire defensive array, there was not a single caster who could sense the true ancestral soul.

That's a good thing for Lanlos.

Pulling down the hood of his cloak, Lanlos stepped forward, his whole being distorted and vanished with a burst of light. After harvesting the soul essence of Harraz, the god of bobcats, although the traceless steps obtained did not seem to improve the slightest combat power, this was the biggest capital for him to dare to go out alone.

In the jungle and grassland, he is like a cheetah with meat pads on the soles of his feet, and with high stealth, he is almost completely silent. The most exaggerated thing is that unless he runs hard, even he himself can't hear the footsteps!

Without any suspense, Lanros, who had become accustomed to being a part-time stalker, ignored these orcs as if he were in a no-man's land, stepped on the white stone bricks built by the rules, and soon walked into the open and dark cavern.

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"What? you suggest that Neozu give Durotan the task of capturing Viren?!" In the quiet corridor, the associated crystals in the rocks emitted a faint purple glow, barely illuminating the two rugged figures in it.

Gul'dan was angry: "Do you know how critical this mission is?!"

In front of him was none other than Tarongor, who, in addition to being the lieutenant of Neozu, had a new identity not long ago, the first member of the Shadow Council.

"But as you can see, the Frostwolf Clan hasn't even launched a single battle against the Draenei, and we must witness his loyalty, otherwise, if a full-scale war starts, he will definitely drag the tribe back. "Tarongor is very wronged, his idea is correct, the strength of the frost wolf clan is not much weaker than the first-line clan, if it jumps back during the critical period, it will definitely be a fatal blow to the newly established tribe.

Having them 'entertain' the leaders of the Draenei now would put the two sides on opposite sides once and for all.

But what he didn't know was how important Viren was to the being behind Gul'dan.

"You idiot!" a growl of anger echoed through the corridor, and Gul'dan stared directly at the orc, who was much stronger than himself, and the chaotic and evil power turned into an invisible hand, clenching the other man's throat.

Watching Tarongol struggle in pain for a while, he withdrew the spell: "If this matter is messed up and angers the master, I will definitely let you experience the power of evil power." ”

Falling to the ground with a thud, Tarongol gasped for breath, a palpable horror and envy on his face. Ever since the connection between the elementals and the shaman became fragile, Tarongor, like the other shamans, began to involuntarily become terrified. Without the help of the elements, not only will their position be threatened, but the orcs will definitely not be able to win this war.

It was at this critical moment that Gul'dan showed him a new power, evil power. In Gul'dan's words, it was a higher form of shamanic path, because of the approval of the ancestral spirits, and he believed in it.

Of course, the ancestral soul here is Kil'Gardan's disguise.

Tarongor was the first orc warlock other than Gul'dan, but he was not the only one, as many potential shamans of the Shadowmoon clan and other clans sought the power of evil from Gul'dan at the behest of the Ancestral Soul.

Among these new warlocks, Gul'dan selects a group of loyal servants who are desperate for power to form the Shadow Council, a covert behind-the-scenes organization.

That's right, Kil'Gardan never thought of pinning all his hopes on Neozu, and the Shadow Council's duty was not only to help the tribe achieve victory, but also to ensure that Kil'gardan's 'rule' over the tribe was maintained.

Of course, only a handful of them know about Kil'Gardan's existence.

Tarongor's loyalty and thirst for power make him a henchman of Gul'dan, and when the latter is not around, he is the best eyeliner to spy on Naozu's every move.

At the same time, through the Shadow Council, Gul'dan is able to secretly obtain information on all other clans, and even secretly dominate some of the clans that are convinced of this.

As long as he wanted, Naozu could fall from the position of tribal leader at any time. That's right, it's such a tragedy, when the Shadow Moon Chief was still complacent, he had already used his evil power to firmly control the loyalty of the orc shaman.

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Hiding in the shadows, Lanloth clung to the wall, listening to the whispers of the beasts coming from ahead, like the roar of a beast, and he didn't go any further. The space of the cave is relatively narrow, and in front of these two backbones of the Shadow Council, Lan Luo really doesn't have much confidence in his stealth skills.

Well, it's already in anyway, and it's time.

Slowing his breathing, Lanlos forced himself to become less arrogant and impatient, except for the faint heartbeat that he couldn't catch with his ears, he seemed to completely merge into the shadows at this moment.

However, isolating the perception of himself from the outside world meant that his perception of the outside world also shrank to the limit, and he did not notice that a pair of eyes that were cold enough to freeze the flowing water focused on his position.

While!

The sound of blades colliding suddenly exploded in the corridor, and I don't know if it was a spark from the collision of metal or what, a quick flash of light made Gul'dan and Tarongol not far away shut their mouths at the same time.

"Why did you get in?" said Gul'dan, looking at the emaciated back, and growled indignantly.

Appearing in this dim space was an orc, a female orc, but she was more slender and shorter than her kind, more than an orc, and more like a draenei and a human woman.

She didn't respond to Guldan's question, but just stared at the dagger embedded deep in the stone wall in her hand, like a stagnant gaze with ripples of surprise.

"Didn't I tell you to stay guarded outside?" Seeing this, Guldan approached step by step with his cane, and his anger caused his voice to become low and thick, as if a heavy hammer had hit the other party's body, "Garona!"

Intense pain swept through her soul like a storm, and Garona trembled, and quickly bowed down to the other party in fear: "I'm sorry, Lord Guldan, I just felt something slip in. ”

"Huh?" Gul'dan smiled with satisfaction as he watched the other party tremble and fear under the torture of spiritual magic, then set his eyes on the dagger inserted into the rock, and was silent for a while before speaking, "Maybe it's just a mouse, you're too sensitive." ”

"Yes, sir. ”