"Whew. The huge dragon-like creature launched a fierce attack towards Lin Yue. The strength of this earth dragon is very strong, almost equivalent to the top totem battle emperor, but Lin Yue is not afraid at all. Not long ago, he had successfully broken through the cultivation of the totem warrior and quickly promoted to the third-level totem war emperor.

Now Lin Yue is no longer what it used to be, and he can use more and more skills, and he is becoming more and more powerful. And the biggest difference from the original is that after Draenor's endless battle training, Lin Yue no longer pursues hard-hitting and gorgeous battles like before.

Although Lin Yue now has more and more skills, he uses fewer and fewer skills every time he fights. It is no longer an over-reliance on the damage caused by powerful skills, but relies on combat skills to attack the enemy with your own ** strength.

Dodging a claw blow from the Earth Dragon, Lin Yue quickly met it and circled around to the side of the Earth Dragon.

The earth dragon quickly reacted, and took advantage of the situation to grab Lin Yue with his front paws to the side, trying to catch Lin Yue. But it was disappointed, and it was greeted only by air. At this time, Lin Yue had already come to the neck of the earth dragon through guò transformation, but it didn't notice it at all.

The battle ended quickly, Frost Sorrow's sharp blade easily slit the throat of the Earth Dragon, although Lin Yue was soaked with the spurting blood, he didn't care at all, and took care of the Earth Dragon's precious corpse.

"What should I do?" Gul'dan couldn't believe it was coming from his own mouth, but he was so frightened that any builder looked better than this uncomfortable panic.

Naozu looked at him with contempt. "The decision you made. ”

"You're not blameless!" Gul'dan snapped.

"Of course not. I have made decisions for myself, for my own development. But never at the expense of the future of my people - my world. And now the power that was promised to you, Guldan, and the power that you traded our people for?"

Gul'dan turned. Trembling. There is no power left. Naozu knows this. That's why his words were so harsh.

Kil'Gardan was gone, and he had not yet rewarded his loyal servants with glory and godhead. The only evidence of his existence in this world is the warlocks and their demons, the mad tribes, and the devastated land.

No, he thought, there was more to it than that.

There's also the Shadow Council, and there's Blackhan, an ideal puppet. Because he himself did not realize that he was a puppet. And despite the fact that the present tribe has been infused with demonic blood and craves violence and destruction more than food, they have not lost their grip, at least not yet.

He would convene the council to meet in the beautiful Dark Temple. They will undoubtedly seek ways to harness the power they have left.

Yes, and the Shadow Council.

"The earth is dead," Durontan said in a low voice, standing next to his old friend. Orgrim surveyed the once green meadows and hills, and Durotan dragged his boots through the dust, kicking away the yellow grass to reveal dusty sand and rocks. The wind was no longer blocked by the trees, whistling past them.

Orgrim didn't speak for a long time. What he saw with his eyes was right. He looked at the riverbed in front of him. There he and Durotan had swam for a challenge, but now there was no trace of water. The waters of the earth are filthy and filthy. Soak animal carcasses and other sediments. If you drink it, you risk getting sick, and if you don't, you die.

There was no water, no grass, but there was still land scattered like the Teroka Forest, and the Ancestral Spirits knew how to do it. The orcs became emaciated, because no grass meant no animals. More orcs have died of hunger and disease in the last three years than in the war against the Draenei.

"It's not just the earth that's dead," Orgrim finally spoke, his voice heavy. He turned to face Durotan. "What happened to the frostwolf's food?"

In his eyes, both he and Durotan looked green. And when standing next to others, like Grom and Blackhan, they are more like brown, but they have changed anyway. Durotan believed that it was the power of the Warlocks that made them and their world what they were. Therefore, those who drank the potion prepared by Guldan directly must have a brighter color than others. It's weird, Orgrim thought, and it's ironic that what should have been green earth has turned brown, and what should have been brown orcs has turned green.

Durotan's expression was ugly. "There were several barrels that were stolen during the fighting. ”

"Which clan?"

"Broken hands. ”

Orgrim nodded. The Frostwolf Clan has borne the brunt of the recent spate of fighting. After the Horde conquered Shattrath, the Draenei became less and less common. The last time a report caught a glimpse of the wandering blue-skinned creature was six months ago, let alone killing one. On the night of Shattrath's fall, Durotan refused to drink from the cup, making the Frostwolf Clan a target of public criticism. Even before that, his reluctance to attack the Delaney was not unnoticed. Now that the Draenei, the only target of the orcs to vent their bloodlust, are becoming rarer, many orcs feel that Durotan is somewhat responsible for this, ignoring the fact that the Draenei may well have been killed - and that their original goal of exterminating them from the face has been achieved.

"I'll bring some to you the next time we meet," Ogrim said.

"I will not accept your generosity. ”

"If my clan were in your situation, you would beat me unconscious and shove food down my throat instead of waiting for me to refuse," Ogrim said. Durotan smiled, as if surprised that he had done so. Orgrim grinned toothily as well. At this moment, if he could ignore the dead earth around them, ignore the unnatural hues on their skin, all these terrible things could be as if nothing had happened.

Then Durontan's smile faded, and he returned to the deathly present. "For the sake of the kids, I'll take it. He turned his head and looked at the wilderness once more. Here a new name has emerged - a more brutal and darker name. That fort is now known as the Hellfire Fortress, and the entire area is now called the Hellfire Peninsula.

"If we don't do something about it, the Draenei's ruined miè will ruin the miè orcs as well," Durotan said. "We are fighting each other. Fallen to the point of snatching food from the mouths of children, because the wounds of the land are so severe that they can no longer feed us. Warlocks are followed by bouncing demons capable of destruction and torment, but not of curing and resolving famine. ”

Orgrim asked in a low voice, "Is there anybody... Tried looking for elemental spirits?" This behavior is still forbidden, but Orgrim knows that desperation will make some people reconsider the old ways.

Durotan nodded. "Failed. We used to get together quietly, but the demons were watching over Washugu, and we couldn't find hope there. ”

"So... We're done," Orgrim said calmly. He looked down at his hammer, which was standing on the ground, the handle resting on his feet. Even now he wondered if the prophecy of destroying Miè's hammer would come true. If he is the last heir, and he uses this weapon to exterminate the Delaney, has he already brought salvation and then destruction?

At a time when all the qiē is dying... How can a qiē change again? (To be continued......)