Late at night, on a small island not far from the coastline of Al Shara.

The commander of the fleet, Dai Lin, was gathering here with a group of captains, officers, and sailors.

In the open space near the beach, you can see a dense array of lit bonfires, as well as people eating, drinking, chatting, and occasionally swearing and laughing rudely.

It was clear that they were resting here for the night after a day of patrolling the coastline.

Although the hammocks in the cabin are not impossible to sleep in, the dim, oppressive, and indescribable smell of the space is obviously far less comfortable than camping on empty land.

What's more, after a long time at sea and eating those pickled things, the body will definitely not be able to stand it.

At this time, it is especially important to go ashore and get some fresh meat, vegetables and fruits to improve the diet.

Therefore, Dai Lin would dock the fleet near the bay of the island every night, and let his men take turns to go ashore to relax and rest, so as to alleviate the mental and psychological effects of the boring life at sea for many years.

Of course, the most important reason why he dared to do this was that the orcs did not have any decent sea and air power at all.

The bathtub-like low-quality fishing boats, as well as the airships hired from the goblins, have all sunk to the bottom of the sea and become a paradise for fish.

The entire coastline of Al Sala is already completely in the hands of the naval fleet of Kurtilas.

Unless the enemy can grow wings and fly over, the wide sea is the best barrier.

At this moment, the Alliance's most legendary fleet commander is sitting by a huge campfire, nibbling on the roasted seabirds his men have shot with muskets, drinking his favorite liquor, and his eyes are full of vengeance.

It's been a long time since his eldest son died at the hands of the Orcs of the Dragonthroat Clan, and he hasn't felt like he is still alive and not a numb walking corpse.

Especially seeing those savage and bloodthirsty green-skinned monsters after witnessing the death of their relatives and children, standing on the seashore like crazy and furious at the impotence of the battleship that they could never reach, and then being blown into pieces one by one by the ship's guns, made Dai Lin realize for the first time that orcs also have feelings, and will also produce strong negative emotions such as pain and despair.

This discovery undoubtedly made him excited and ecstatic.

After all, the act of revenge itself is a simple venting of irrationality.

The more painful and desperate the avenged party in this process, the more satisfied the avenger will be, and then believe in his heart that fairness and justice have been served.

If the other party directly chooses to lie down and does not react at all, then the avenger's psychology will not be satisfied, but may feel bored and empty, or even give up revenge halfway.

In short, the orc's reaction further stimulated Dai Lin.

Right now, the legendary commander of the Alliance's navy has an appetite, and has just finished nibbling a whole roasted seabird and throwing the bones into the campfire.

Although he is not young, his face and forehead are covered with the vicissitudes of time, and there are even quite a lot of gray hairs, but his eyes are still as sharp as ospreys.

Its strong muscles and thick joints prove that it is still a formidable formidable fighter.

A magic scimitar dangling from his waist and two high-powered revolvers tailored by the dwarf engineer allow them to engage in hand-to-hand combat as well as ranged attacks.

In particular, the traditional sport in naval warfare - gang jumping to seize ships, such short guns can often play a huge role.

A salvo after the onboard can kill or wound more than a quarter or more of the enemies gathered on the deck.

This is evident from the fact that almost every sailor and soldier in the entire fleet of Kul Tiras wore at least one short gun.

Again, this is the result of the popularization of the revolver that can be fired multiple times.

Prior to this, many people would even choose to equip more than four flintlock pistols in order to gain an advantage in gang jumping, so that they could be drawn out at any time to give a shot to an opponent who was close at hand.

After filling his stomach, Dai Lin raised the wine bottle and poured all the little wine left, and then asked the adjutant beside him with a smile: "My friend, how long do you think those orcs can survive by hunting, breeding and gathering food after losing all their fishing boats?" ”

The latter lowered his head and thought for a moment, then quickly replied: "I think it will not be more than a month at most."

Because when they had crossed the Endless Sea to Kalimdor from the Eastern Continent to rob the Alliance's ships, they didn't have much food to spare.

It is estimated that after going ashore, they relied on hunting and looting to obtain supplies.

This means that before settling down, the orcs were actually in a state of running out of food at any time.

Although they later settled in Ishala, where they were able to obtain sufficient food from the abundant hunting grounds and fisheries, they did not last long.

It's not easy to hold out for a month after the coastline is blocked.

After all, the food that can be obtained from hunting is too limited compared to fishing.

As for the output of farming, it takes enough time to settle to remain stable.

And the orcs don't have that much time at all. ”

"That means, in a month at most, we'll be able to watch these brutes kill each other, right?"

As she said this, Dai Lin casually smashed the empty wine bottle onto the reef in the distance, making a clatter of shattering glass.

"Yes, sir. Then we will be able to complete the divine revenge for your son, and the innocent civilians who died at the hands of the orcs, and make these damned bastards disappear from our world forever. ”

The adjutant replied in the affirmative in a categorical tone.

It is clear that the reason why Kurtilas's fleet has not chosen to land so far is not because they are afraid of engaging the orcs head-on, but because they are waiting for the enemy to break out into a large-scale civil strife due to lack of food.

At that time, it would be the best time for them to go ashore and wipe out all the orcs.

As a leader who participated in two orc wars, Dai Lin knew how terrifying these berserk monsters from the world of Draenor were on the frontal battlefield, so he would never take this experienced naval officer and soldier to risk it lightly.

Because the navy of the era of sail warships was the most technical, the longest training and training time, and the most expensive among all the arms of the era.

It takes at least several years or even more than ten years to train a good sailor and ship commander.

During this time, they have to learn a lot of highly specialized skills and knowledge, and sail with the ship as a trainee to fight enemies such as pirates, naga, fishmen, and sea monsters.

The slightest mistake can lead to death.

Therefore, every experienced sailor and officer is the most valuable asset.

As long as these people remain, the maritime power of Kurtilas will never decline.

Letting them fight with the orcs is basically equivalent to exchanging senior technicians for assembly line workers, which is simply an out-and-out crime.

Dai Lin was obviously well aware of this, so throughout his life, most of his battles were done at sea.

Rarely will choose to go ashore to fight the enemy.

Even in a landing operation, they will often avoid the enemy's main force, and use the speed of the fleet to come and go like the wind to play a sabotage attack on the long coastline, so that the opponent becomes more and more tired in the constant back and forth firefighting.

The decisive blow will not be delivered until the target reveals his Achilles' heel.

So although Dai Lin's hatred for orcs in her heart had already turned into some kind of intense paranoia, she did not lose her mind because of this.

Contrary!

The closer he got to the goal of completely destroying the orcs, the calmer and more cautious his brain became, for fear that his recklessness and impulsiveness would ruin a good situation.

Just as the Admiral squinted his eyes at the calm sea in the distance and the ships anchored in the bay, silently pondering what strategy and action to take to further oppress the enemy, a cry of terror suddenly came from the woods behind him, followed by many sailors and officers sitting around the campfire, and drew their swords or pistols.

Since the sky had completely darkened at this time, it was impossible to see what was going on in the woods, and only vaguely heard someone screaming, and there seemed to be a faint sound of fighting.

At first, Dai Lin thought that he had been attacked by sporadic beasts, fishmen, or Naga, and didn't take it too seriously.

After all, it's all too common for a situation like this to happen on an uninhabited desert island, and it's not worth making a fuss about at all.

Officers were quick to react and organize people to eliminate the threat.

But after only a few minutes, he realized that something was not quite right.

Because all those who went into the forest never came out again.

The nearest campfires were empty, and at least hundreds of people had disappeared out of thin air.

At this moment, no matter how stupid Dai Lin was, he understood that this could never be a sporadic accident, but a 100% premeditated attack.

So without saying a word, he immediately drew his beloved scimitar and led the man straight in the direction of the woods.

When I got a little closer, I immediately smelled a faint smell of blood.

An officer seemed to have noticed something, and quickly rushed to the middle of the bushes and dragged a corpse out of it.

Moment!

Everyone present couldn't help but have a look of surprise and fear.

Because this corpse has no signs of being cut or stabbed by weapons, nor has it been bitten and eaten by wild beasts, there are only two holes in the carotid artery of the neck, and the skin on the surface of the body looks unusually pale without a trace of blood.

After carefully examining the wound, the officer raised his head and said in a slightly trembling voice: "He died from being sucked alive by some kind of monster!" ”

"What? That's impossible! I've been adrift at sea for so many years, and I've never heard of any beast or monster that sucks blood and doesn't eat meat! Another middle-aged man dressed as a captain retorted sharply.

"Idiot! Just because you don't know doesn't mean you don't! Look at this corpse, isn't that obvious enough? ”

The officer glared at the other in annoyance.

For he knew that the captain was not so much refuting himself as he was hiding his fears in this way.

After all, the wild and primitive continent of Kalimdor is really a bit strange to humans, and it is full of unknowns, mysteries, and dangers.

In particular, as the center of the first explosion of the Well of Eternity, Eshara is full of magnificent relics created by the upper elves through arcane magic, as well as unknown animals and plants that were mutated by the impact of huge magical energy.

Not long ago, when the fleet first arrived in this area, it encountered a giant that suddenly emerged from the bottom of the sea, and a hydra with several heads.

If it weren't for the latest model of naval guns, I'm afraid that several ships would have suffered heavy losses in the battle.

In addition, most of the people who have been sailing on the sea for many years are more or less superstitious, and when they encounter things that they have never seen or cannot understand, their first reaction is to refuse to believe it.

"Damn! So what should we do now? Go into the forest and search to see if anyone has survived? ”

Another captain stepped forward, his face full of solemnity.

Among the sailors who had just entered the forest and not returned were several of the people on his ship.

Seeing that his subordinates were looking at each other and didn't know what to do, Dai Lin didn't even say a word of nonsense, and directly said "follow me", and then took the lead into the dense forest on the island.

Probably inspired by the bravery of the supreme commander of the fleet, the rest of the officers and captains joined in.

It didn't take long for a team of two or three hundred people to be formed, trying to figure out what had attacked the camp and see if they could rescue the missing survivors.

Unbeknownst to them, however, their every move was clearly seen by the blood-red eyes lurking in the darkness.

About ten minutes later, in a hidden cave in the forest, a blood orc knelt down on one knee and reported, "Great Chief, those humans have indeed entered the forest in desperation as you expected. When will we go about killing them all? ”

"Don't rush, wait for them to go a little deeper, remember, we only have one chance. Missing out means all your efforts will be in vain. So catch Daylin Proudmoore or kill him anyway. ”

Thrall said as he put his dried black plate armor back on.

Not far from him, several human corpses that had been drained of blood could be clearly seen.

You don't have to ask, to avoid detection, the orcs swim from the coastline of Azhara to the desert island by swimming.

This is not only a challenge to the limits of physical strength, but also a gamble and adventure.

If you encounter sea giants, hydras, fishmen, naga, or other ferocious sea creatures, the result will inevitably be heavy casualties or even total annihilation.

But Thrall clearly has no choice but to devote all he has to this military adventure.

But fortunately, everything went well, at least there was a thrilling arrival on the island.

And by trapping, a considerable number of human captives have been captured, and now they have recovered.

There is no doubt that this approach has clearly deviated from his original idea of reconciliation with humanity and is rushing in the opposite direction.

In particular, the spread of the fact that the blood orcs feed on humans will inevitably cause an uproar, and their reputation will most likely become even more smelly than that of trolls.

After all, the trolls are native, and they have a long history of civilization that surpasses all of Azeroth, and they have made great sacrifices to protect the world.

But what about the orcs?

Not only are they invaders from another world who have committed unforgivable crimes, but they are also minions under the control of the Burning Legion.

If you add the item of cannibalism, it can basically be regarded as a negative BUFF stacked full.

It is estimated that the only mortal enemy who can compete with one of them is the mortal enemy with all life left, that is, the Scourge Legion under the command of the Lich King.

But it can't be helped.

The current orcs have been forced into a corner, and it is time for their survival to be at stake.

Only by giving up some unnecessary things in exchange for the right to survive can we barely survive.

So Saar's equivalent is to choose the latter between ideal and reality.

After a series of mental struggles, he finally chose to abandon the moral bottom line he had always adhered to.

At this moment, the young high chief's eyes glowed with a terrifying red light, and his body no longer had the aura that was incompatible with traditional orcs, but became more violent than most of his compatriots.

Even those who had opposed him before had to admit that he was worthy of the status of the great chief of the tribe.

Time flies, and an hour passes quickly.

Led by the clues deliberately left by the orcs, Dai Lin's team quickly passed through the dense forest and entered a valley that ended in the end.

Anyone with the slightest attempt at military affairs knows what it means to rush into such a place, let alone a commander with great military achievements.

So unsurprisingly, he ordered to stop, picked up the binoculars and looked around carefully.

Unfortunately, the light of the torches obviously didn't shine too far, so in the end it was just a lonely sight.

"My lord, do you want me to take a few people to test it first?"

The adjutant stepped forward at such a critical moment and offered to take on extremely dangerous tasks.

But before Dai Lin could reply, a spear suddenly flew from out of nowhere, without warning, and thrust into the former's body with a pop.

The sharp metal tip not only pierced the chest, but also pinned the whole person to the ground.

Blood gushed down the wound, apparently shattered completely.

"No!!!!! Priest! Pastor, come here! He needs to be rescued! ”

Dai Lin rushed over like crazy, trying to plug the bleeding wound with her hands.

Unfortunately, before the priests in the group could get closer, more javelins were thrown one after another from nowhere.

The poor priest had barely ten meters out before he was unlucky enough to be stabbed with a javelin and fell to the ground on his back and died.

He was joined by at least twenty or thirty other people.

"Enemy attack! We are under attack! Spread out and find cover! ”

One of the captains finally reacted and shouted at his companions.

Unfortunately, this is clearly too late.

I saw hundreds of tall and sturdy orc warriors quickly rushing out of the darkness, rushing into the crowd at lightning speed and slashing and slashing.

More than 40 people were cut down to the ground in just one shot.

The former's advantages in strength and physique are vividly reflected.

Because the sailors and soldiers of the Kurtilas fleet were basically equipped for naval warfare, they had neither heavy and strong armor nor shields that could withstand violent impacts, so they would inevitably fall into an absolute disadvantage once they were close to the orcs.

Normally, they would form arrays and rely on muskets and artillery to kill and wound the enemy from a distance.

But now this situation is a surprise attack, and many people are directly beheaded with sharp blades before they even have time to draw their muskets, let alone line up to shoot.

Seeing the death of this group of subordinates who had followed him for many years, Dai Lin fell into a complete frenzy, pulled out a special revolver and aimed it at the head of a blood orc and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

As the gunpowder was activated, an orange-red flame flashed in the sight of the people around him, and the target's head exploded like a watermelon falling to the ground, tearing blood, brains, and skulls apart.

There is no doubt that this bullet is definitely not as simple as an ordinary kinetic impact, but triggered a secondary explosion at the moment of impact.

In other words, the super bullet in the magazine, which is several turns larger than the thumb, is actually designed according to the structure of a high-explosive shell.

It's more appropriate to say a pistol than a pistol.

No flesh or blood was powerless in the face of this thing.

Unless a limb is crippled, any other part of the torso will inevitably end in death.

"Die! Filthy green-skinned brute! ”

Caught in a rage, Dai Lin was undoubtedly a rather terrifying warrior, first parrying another blood orc's attack with a scimitar, followed by another hand holding a spear directly against the opponent's jaw, smirking and pulling the trigger again.

Without any surprise, this unlucky guy also followed in the footsteps of the former, and his head exploded on the spot.

In just a few seconds, seven or eight blood orcs fell at the feet of the naval commander of Kul Tiras.

Most of them were killed instantly by having their heads or hearts shattered by pistols, and only one had their heads cut off by a scimitar.

Obviously, a wound like this, which is all a one-hit kill, is not immune to even a blood orc with a strong recovery ability.

The rest of humanity began to use gunpowder weapons, including firearms and grenades, in hand-to-hand combat, despite the bravery of their own leaders, and regardless of the risk of accidentally injuring friendly soldiers.

Especially those who have a blood feud with the orcs, even before they die, they will pull down the fuse of the bomb, pounce directly on a certain enemy and refuse to let go, until the bomb makes a loud bang and blows the two of them to pieces.

The tragic scene shocked and stunned even the orcs, who had always been fearless of death.

Because they have the inherent impression that once a human soldier is thrown out of formation by their own close range, they usually don't hold out for long before they collapse.

But these guys in front of them are the opposite.

After experiencing the chaos of the initial surprise attack, not only did they not collapse, but they became more and more courageous, and they had to be buried with one before they died.

Among them, the naked hatred in his eyes before he died made many orc warriors who claimed to be fearless feel chills for the first time.

It wasn't just ordinary hostility or hatred, it was a madness to wipe out the entire orc race, even if it cost a lot.

They didn't understand or understand why they had left the eastern continent to settle in the primitive and desolate Kalimdor, but the humans were still chasing after them.

However, the power of will and hatred cannot recoup the disadvantage in strength.

After paying a certain amount of casualties, the orcs finally completed the annihilation of this human army.

Except for the few officers who were seriously wounded, only Dai Lin was left with the strength to resist, but that was all.

Because he was facing no one else, it was Varok Sarufar.

Obviously, Dai Lin, who was already old and weak, could not beat Sarufar, who was in the prime of life.

From the moment the latter joined the fight, he was in a constant state of suppression.

"Surrender, human. You are a brave warrior and we are willing to give you the least respect. Sarufar said, staring at the panting old man in front of him.

But Dai Lin obviously didn't appreciate it, and directly spat on the bloody saliva and responded: "Phew! Stop dreaming! I'd rather die in battle than surrender to you filthy beasts! ”

"Filthy beast?"

Sarufar subconsciously frowned upon hearing this contemptuous and insulting address.

"That's right! You have defiled this beautiful world like a cancer and a thick sore. All I have to do is destroy you once and for all, and make sure that there is no living orc left in Azeroth. ”

When she said this, Dai Lin completely released the anger and hatred that had accumulated in her heart for many years, and did not take her life and death to heart at all.

The intense hatred that had been twisted in his face pierced into Sarufar's heart like a thorn.

As one of the very few orcs who had truly reflected on it, he was undoubtedly very aware of what the tribe had done in the past, and the hatred that prevailed among humans after suffering massive casualties.

In his opinion, the best way to defuse this hatred is to stay away from humanity and allow time to heal everything.

It may not take a few generations for the past hatred to be slowly forgotten and reconciliation and coexistence will finally be achieved.

This is also the reason why Sarufar is willing to support Thrall across the Endless Sea.

But what he never expected was that someone would take a huge risk across the sea to chase Kalimdor across the sea, driven by hatred, just to completely destroy all the orcs.

Other than that, the other party doesn't have any other requirements, let alone any interests.

Before participating in this operation, Sarufar and many orc warriors also had anger and hatred in their hearts.

Because the Kurtilas fleet killed a considerable number of civilians, women and children during the indiscriminate shelling of the blockade coastline.

He vowed to make the other party pay for it.

But now, when it is realized that these humans are here to avenge what the orcs have done, anger and hatred quickly turn into deep shock.

Hatred is like a fateful cycle, constantly alternating between humans and orcs, and once it begins, it never ends.

After all, there are always people who have lost too much and will go crazy and will be eager to take revenge on each other by all means.

And those victims who have lost relatives and friends in retaliation will also be driven by hatred to retaliate and retaliate.

Just as Sarufar froze in place, not knowing what to say, he suddenly felt a large hand pressed on his shoulder from behind.

He hurriedly turned around, only to see Sal with a heavy face.

"The Great Chieftain ......"

"I know what you're thinking, and I understand what this cycle of hatred means, but it's not something that should be considered right now. We have to survive first before we are qualified to talk about the future. ”

With that, Sal walked straight up to Dai Lin, clutched the weapon in his hand and asked, "Dalin Proudmoore, do you have any last words to explain?" ”

"Hahahaha! Words? That kind of thing doesn't matter what. Because I know it won't be long before Gianna will avenge me. I'll be waiting for you in another world! ”

Dai Lin grinned and laughed uncontrollably, and his laughter was full of madness and relief.

"Farewell, Daylin Proudmore."

Thrall jerked his weapon and cleanly executed the legendary naval commander in less than a fraction of a second, without the slightest hesitation.

Looking at the corpse lying in a pool of blood, he couldn't help but let out a long breath, and whispered in a voice that only he could hear: "I have made a choice to survive the current crisis.

The next thing to face is the serious consequences of killing the Admiral of Kul Tiras.

Not only Gianna, but also the Alliance and Night Elf allies behind her.

It's much scarier than a blockade of the coastline.

I don't know how long I'll be able to hold out in this gamble. ”

"Great Chief, are you alright?"

Sarufar asked with a concerned expression.

Sal smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Don't worry, I'm fine, I'm just a little unsure of the Alliance's reaction after Dai Lin's death." You know, we're not in a good situation, and it's even pretty bad. ”

"In that case, why don't you find some allies?

For example, the ogres who came to Azeroth with us from our homeland.

As far as I can tell, they seem to be widely distributed in Kalimdor.

If you can find a way to win over and absorb some of them, you should be able to become a very good combat force.

Also, I think the greedy goblins can be exploited.

As long as they can come up with enough benefits, they will not care about what camp and position.

What's more, for us who can't trade with other races at all, those things like gold, silver, and precious stones are of no use at all. ”

Sarufar made several suggestions in one go.

Unlike most people's impression of a formidable warrior and charismatic army commander, he is one of the few orcs who can rely on his brains.

As early as the time of the invasion war, he drank the blood of demons and participated in the original invasion war as a member of the old tribe, and won everyone's recognition for his excellent performance.

Later, as the lieutenant of the Grand Chief, he helped the tribe's top brass with advice and strategies and tactics.

Before Gul'dan unleashed his famous backstab, his battle plan was undefeated.

"Allies?"

A flash of surprise flashed in Thrall's eyes as he was inspired, and many ideas quickly popped into his head.

After all, Kalimdor is not just a race of Night Elves, there are also centaurs, boar men, ogres, goblins, giants, trolls and other forces that can be co-opted and used.

If you can draw them under the command of the tribe, then you naturally don't have to worry about the shortage of troops.

What's more, he can also use the power of the blood orcs to transform the other party's high-level and make them loyal to him forever.

Thinking of this, Sal felt as if he had suddenly opened the door to a new world, and the previous tension and anxiety were swept away in an instant.

He didn't realize that this was exactly what Zuo Si was looking forward to seeing.

Today's tribes with only orcs and trolls of the Darkspear tribe are too weak to support the banner of "villain".

But if you can bring in some of the other races, it's a different story.

In particular, the large number of mighty centaurs is basically equivalent to a mobile scourge in Kalimdor.

Basically, wherever they appear, it often means that the local native creatures are about to be wiped out.

Moreover, whether it is an orc or a centaur, they belong to the typical nomadic tribal cultural circle, and the alliance between the two sides is completely a match made in heaven.

While Thrall pondered where to start first, Dai Lin's dead soul had already passed through the portal to the ninth level of Bato's Hell under the tutelage of some kind of force.

Before he could figure out what was happening, he found several of his men who had died in battle in the dense crowd that could not be seen at a glance.

Due to the rule that people always subconsciously want to find people and objects they are familiar with in an unfamiliar environment, Dai Lin immediately waved and shouted to the other party.

Unfortunately, this place is so noisy that even if you are more than ten meters away, you can't hear what the other party is saying.

So, Dai Lin left the queue directly and began to run forward quickly.

But before he could run far, a little devil who was patrolling immediately fell from the sky and scolded in a very harsh voice: "Hey! New Arrival! I don't care where you're from, but here everyone has to follow order. Now get back in line right now, or don't blame me for being unkind. ”

"You...... What are you? Also, where is this? ”

After staring at the little monster with horns on its head, wings behind it, and a long, pointed tail on the back of its buttocks, Dai Lin finally couldn't help but ask the question she was most concerned about.

He remembered his death very well, so he knew that he was in a state of soul right now.

And since I have been on the ship for many years and have not heard of the so-called "beautiful afterlife" that the Church of the God of Contracts is preaching, I have no idea what is going on.

"Hah! Another stupid and ignorant Primal Plane guy! ”

The little devil instantly showed a disdainful expression, and then explained in an impatient tone: "Listen, this is the ninth layer of Bato Hell, the most prosperous, the most lively, and the place that can satisfy all desires and enjoyment in the entire universe.

The great Lord Soth is the rightful lord of this level, and at the same time the great man in Hell after Asmodeus.

As for me, I'm a little devil who is responsible for maintaining order and preventing people like you from running around without following the rules.

Well, that's all I can say.

If you want to know more, wait until you're legally identified, head out into the city and explore it on your own. ”

"Hell Lord? Isn't Soth the god of contracts? ”

Dai Lin was stunned.

Because he had already seen that there were countless terrifying monsters in front of him who looked like little devils, and they didn't look like good people.

Especially the servant demon who is responsible for registering the new soul, the tentacles on the lower half of his body like flower petals are really creepy.

However, as scary as they looked, these monsters did not show any aggression, instead following a certain process like the officials of Kul Tiras.

At best, I'm sometimes impatient.

"The God of Contracts?"

The little devil was stunned for a moment, and then showed a look of sudden realization.

"Ahh You can understand that this is one of the many titles of Lord Soth.

After all, we devils are the most contract-abiding race in the universe.

It makes perfect sense for him to call himself the God of Contracts.

Okay, don't talk nonsense, hurry up and get in line.

If you can get your legal ID within two hours, you'll be able to enter the city and watch a show of the Charming Sisters for free.

Believe me, any mortal who has seen it once will never forget that wonderful picture. ”

At the end, the little devil grinned and smiled very obscenely.

Dai Lin, who often mingles with the sailors on the ship, naturally understood the other party's hints in seconds, the corners of her mouth twitched involuntarily, and followed the reincarnation back to the entrance to line up again.

Although he didn't know very well that he was obviously dead, and now he should be in a state of soul, but when a beautiful woman without clothes appeared in his mind, he would still have a very strong physiological reaction, as if he had suddenly returned to the age of twenty years old when he was going around to attract bees and butterflies and leave a romantic debt, but he still felt that this seemed to be quite good.

At least in terms of feeling, it is the same as when I was alive, and I can still enjoy wine, food, and women.

And this time there is no longer any concern, you can indulge to your heart's content, and feel the bustle and hustle and bustle of the boundless huge city in the distance.

To be honest, Dai Lin at this moment is not sad because of death, but is full of expectations for her future life.

After all, there are no giant cyberpunk cities in Azeroth that are so technologically advanced, and there are also not so many seeds and people of all kinds.

With infinite anticipation, he finally got his legal identity certificate from the servant demon after a long queue.

With this little card, you can get a small apartment of your own for free, free food for six months, and no entrance ticket to various entertainment venues.

In short, there is no need to worry about life for a long time.

Dai Lin couldn't imagine how rich the city was to give such a gift to all souls like herself who had just died and arrived here.

In the same way, he was glad that he was able to convert to the faith of the God of Covenant in the last days of his life.

Otherwise, we might be facing a different situation now......