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On a small ridge, the Black Hand ordered the team to stop. Orgrim could smell the excitement of his people. Their new-armor bodies trembled with excitement, their fingers opening and closing, and they only wanted to grasp the weapon they had just familiarized. The black hand raised a fist wrapped in chain mail, and his small eyes watched the situation below, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

The Patriarch of Blackstone turned to the shamans behind him. They also wore armor, but not weapons. They don't need weapons. Their job is to heal fallen brothers and channel powerful elemental powers to attack enemies.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

The eldest shaman nodded. His eyes gleamed with intensity, and his lips curled into a smile. He also wanted to see Delaney's blood today.

The black hand hummed in satisfaction and swung his fist downward. The Blackstone warriors launched a wild charge.

They shouted a war cry. The blueskins turned. At first, there was only surprise on their faces. No doubt they were wondering why there were so many wolf-riding orc warriors to help them hunt...... It wasn't until their leader was sliced in two by the broadsword of the Black Hand's hands that the Draenei understood that the orcs were not targeting the Split-Hoofed Ox, but them.

To their credit, they did not get overwhelmed by the fright, but took immediate action. Several voices simultaneously uttered the unfamiliar language that sounded like the murmuring of water, and there was only the slightest fear in the sounds. Orgrim couldn't remember those words, and Durotan had a gift for memorizing such things. He didn't. But he recognized the voice. He remembered the day the Draenei had saved him and Durotan a long time ago. Know what tricks the Draenei will do. So the tribesmen have been prepared for a long time. When supernatural blue and silver lightning streaked across the sky, the shamans' own lightning caught up. The lightning collided, shaking the eyes of the man, and Orgrim quickly looked away, turning to the Draenei warrior holding a glittering staff in front of him. He roared, raised his hammer over his head, and slammed it into the other man. Draenei's armor couldn't withstand the blow and was smashed to pieces. Blood and brains splattered on the ground.

Orgrim looked up for his next target. Trapped in the magical web of Draenei's filthy lightning, several Blackstone warriors were proud and brave warriors, but the web burned into their skin, causing them to scream in pain. The smell of burnt flesh, blood, and fear mixed and penetrated Orgrim's nostrils, making him feel feverish.

A light breeze caressed his face, driving away the breath of battle and filling his lungs with fresh air. Orgrim chose his next target, an unarmed woman surrounded by pulsating blue energy. He rushed forward, unexpectedly. The hammer of destruction hit the energy field and bounced off violently, shaking his arms paralyzed. Grunted. A shaman saw this and quickly stepped forward, lightning crackling, entangled with the mysterious energy of the Delaney; Eventually, nature's lightning triumphed over the blue energy field, and Orgrim cheered loudly and swung his weapon again, this time, the hammer of destruction satisfactorily crushed the blueskin's skull.

Soon it was over. Only two draenei were still standing, and a second later, they were submerged in a mass of brown bodies in armor and helmets. A few shouts, a few muffled grunts, and then the all-clear sound of the blade sinking into **. Then, all of them fell silent.

The encircled Split-hoofed Ox had long since fled without a trace.

Orgrim held his breath. He could feel the blood running happily in his ears, boiling for the thrill of killing. He has always loved hunting, but today...... No hunt compares to today's experience. Sometimes, the animals he targets will try to fight back, but an opponent like the Draenei, who has intelligence and great strength, fights like him, rather than with teeth and claws, gives him a completely different experience. He threw his head back and laughed. Could it be that he was already intoxicated by the battle he had just had?

All that remained in the forest was the cheers of the orcs and the coarse, low laughter. The Black Hand strode over to Orgrim and embraced him as best he could.

"I saw the hammer of destruction, but it was swinging so fast that I could only see a blur!" Chief Blackstone laughed, his voice rumbling. "Well done, Ogrim. How wise it could be that I had appointed you as an adjutant. ”

He leaned down in front of the last mage Orgrim had killed and took off his chainmail gloves. The mage's skull had shattered, and blue blood was spilled everywhere. The Black Hand plunged his fingers into Draenei's pool of blood and meticulously applied it to Orgrim's face. It evoked something in Orgrim's mind. He remembered the moment when he slainted his first prey, smearing warm scarlet blood on his face; He remembered that during the Omurego ceremony, on the journey to the Holy Mountain, someone had his father's blood smeared on his face. Now his leaders baptized him again - with the blood of the enemy.

A dark blue liquid ran down his cheeks and onto the corners of his mouth. Ogrim licked it and tasted the liquid. It was a sweet feeling.

The Blood Eagle perched on its master's arm, its claws embedded deep in the leather armguards. Naozu stepped forward in three steps and two steps, and the falconer unfolded the letter and handed it over. He quickly skimmed through the small piece of parchment in his hand.

It's too easy, it's too easy to do it. None of them were killed, although inevitably a few were injured. The first surprise attack of the orcs was a complete success. The Black Hand wrote how quickly they attacked the Draenei, how neatly they smashed their heads, in a rather disdainful tone. All of them are developing as Lukan promised. Now, the Cunzài, who is allied with Lukan, must have appeared. The orcs led by Naozu, who won this decisive victory, must have proven their worth.

He read the letter again. It seems that sending the Black Hand and his Blackstone clan to attack the Draenei was the right decision. They were both powerful and fanatical, but unlike the Warsong Clan and some other clans, everyone in the Blackstone Clan was completely under the control of the patriarch.

That night, he prepared a celebration feast for the Shadow Moon Clan. They ate and drank, laughed and sang, until Naozu finally moved back to bed and fell into a deep sleep.

And then "he" came.

"He" was so beautiful and radiant of glory that even if it was in a dream, Naozu couldn't look at it directly. He fell to his knees, ecstasy and awe running through him, making him tremble.

"You're here," he whispered, tears welling up in his eyes and sliding down his cheeks. "I knew you would come as long as we satisfied you......"

"Indeed, you have pleased me, Shaman Naozu, the soul soother of the orcs. The voice went straight to the marrow, and Naozu closed his eyes, almost dizzy with excitement from the sensation. "You have perfectly mobilized your people to unite the different clans in their common pursuit of glory...... I've seen it all. ”

"That's all because of your guidance, my lord. Naozu muttered. For a moment, he thought of Lucan, why didn't she show up? The Cunzài in front of him was undoubtedly much more powerful than his partner, even though she belonged to a member of the Ancestral Soul. How Nao Zu longed for this great being to say a few more words.

"It was you who came to us and brought us the truth. Naozu continued. "And we're just doing what we're supposed to do. ”

"You're doing a great job. I'm satisfied. As you continue to follow My guidance, power, glory, and sweet victory will be upon you forever. ”

"I will, but...... Your humble servant, Lord Great, has a request. ”

Nao Zu dared to glance upward. The huge, crimson body exuded strength, a strong body, and legs, and at the end of those legs, two cloven hooves, bent backwards, like a tarbu sheep......

...... It's like...... The Draenei are the same......

Naozu blinked. After his request, a silence ensued, and he suddenly felt a chill. Then the voice rang in his ears and in his head at the same time, still sleek and sweet as honey.

"Say, if you are worthy, I will answer you. ”

Naozu's mouth suddenly became dry, and he didn't know how to organize the words. He steadied himself and tried to speak. "Your Excellency...... Do you have a name that I can call you?"

With a chuckle, Nao Zu's whole body trembled. "Oh, that's a blessing that couldn't be simpler. Yes, I have a name. You can call me...... Kilgardan. ”

Lin Yue walked through a forest and saw the blue blood that had been dried up in one place, and the broken arms that were scattered everywhere.

He recognized the hands, feet, and blood as coming from the Draenei, and it was clear that they were under attack, and Lin Yue quickly checked the nearby battlefield.

Soon, he came to the conclusion that these draenei were all killed with weapons by sapient beings. Is it an ogre? Lin Yue denied his idea, because the ogre basically only used a mallet and relied on brute force to smash the enemy.

But these dead draenei have very smooth wounds, and at a glance they know that they were killed by sharp blades.

Leaning against a tree, Lin Yue fell into deep thought, and the situation in front of him was somewhat unexpected to him. The more he thought about it, the more shocked he became, because no matter how he calculated, the only one who could do such a bloody and brutal thing could be one race, and that was the orcs.

But Lin Yue couldn't imagine at all what motive made the orcs do it to such a Draenei. (The novel "Totem Burning" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner "Add Friends", search for the official account "qdread" and follow, hurry up!) (To be continued......)