Barrow's forehead began to turn black and spread all over his body, and the small stone shard, like a shriveled locust, sucked the blood and began to expand, and the blood vessels in the wound became thick and wriggled to send blood into the shard. The process was obviously extremely painful, and Barrow fell to his knees with his hands clutching his head, his whole body shaking, but he still chanted a spell that no one had ever heard.

Everyone felt an inexplicable uneasiness, and they looked at Barrow, realizing that the former man was doing something crazy.

Marlowe, like everyone else, fears that Barrow's actions are like some kind of evil ritual, and Marlowe is sure that something unpredictable will happen once he is allowed to complete the ritual, so he decides to strangle the threat in the cradle.

With a movement of his sword-gripping fingers, Marlowe raised his weapon and ran towards Barrow without hesitation, and Ogga, Pinak and Rutas reacted as they attacked from two other directions.

But the situation was unexpected, Marlowe's sword stopped more than thirty centimeters away from Barrow, and the blade seemed to have slashed at some extremely soft and tough object, no matter how sharp the blade was, it was difficult to advance a bit.

Marlowe turned into a stab but the result was the same, he looked at Barrow in front of him in confusion, and Barrow was already in an unconscious state when his eyes rolled and he was in a state of unconsciousness.

The same situation happened to the Oga people, Pinak had already launched a blood rage, and the sharp axe in his hand was frantically venting his anger, but at this time, Barrow was like a person in another world, and an invisible wall of space ruthlessly separated them.

"Pinak, stop, this must be a spell with some kind of magic shield effect!" Oga stopped Pinak to prevent him from wasting more energy. "I'm afraid we won't be able to lift the shield until he's finished chanting the spell, so let's take the body of Shaman Kashmo away. ”

As Oga spoke, Barrow finally finished the incantation, and his body began to undergo a mutation, the rapidly growing bones broke through the muscles and exposed the skin, and at the same time, these broken muscles began to burn, and the skin grew fine black scale armor at the same time as it was enveloped in flames, Barrow was overwhelmed by extreme pain, and his mouth was full of despair and angry wails.

"Quick...... Get everyone out of here, Ba ...... Barrow has put his ** ...... and the soul sacrificed to the king of all demons, Sargeras......" said Shshmo, who had fallen in a pool of blood, and raised his head with struggle.

As the old shaman uttered the last word, he hung his head feebly.

"Quick, Pinak, the Kashmo Shaman is alive, carry him out of here!" Marlowe carried the scrawny old man into Pinak's arms, and the orcs were overjoyed to hear the old shaman speak, and at the same time made them sad and angry.

As Pinak left with the old shaman in his arms, Marlo, Ogga, and Rutas slowly retreated towards Barrow, who was wailing in pain.

Barrow was taller than the ogre, his entire body was surrounded by flames, his eyes glowing as a blinding red glow of lava, two coiling horns sticking out of his head, and a thick, red-red chain on each of his arms, black smoke and a pungent stench of sulfur with every breath he breathed.

"Follow your master's orders, you reptiles who dare to betray your master will all die!" Barrow's voice became hoarse, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing against each other.

He slowly stood up clutching the chains that ran through his bones, and slapped the ground with his long, thick tail that grew out of nowhere. This is no longer the familiar orc Barrow, his appearance has changed beyond recognition, like a demon who has just crawled out of hell.

"Hurry up, I'll stop him!" Marlowe stopped and stared at the demon Barrow in front of him.

Barrow saw him too, and the anger and resentment that filled his heart intensified.

He had forgotten how he had become Orim's eyeliner if he had not coveted the benefits promised by Gul'dan, and in order to obtain the glory and wealth that was far away, in order to satisfy his greed, he betrayed his chieftain, provided information to the Assassins, and raised the butcher's knife to the eldest of the tribe...... Everything he did was revealed tonight, and the angry eyes of his clan terrified him, and he was finally forced to sell his ** and his soul to Sargeras.

But at this moment, he blamed all his sins on the person in front of him.

"It's all your fault, you bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

The long, red-hot chains in his hands suddenly disappeared from place, and Marlowe had only time to raise his sword before he was thrown away. Watching the disgusting little bastard crash through the wooden wall and fall into the room, Barrow shook his chains and laughed, "Hahaha, look at it, this is the power that my master has given me." ”

While!

Oga picked up the steel knife at his feet and threw it at Barrow, and the steel knife slashed at the opponent's body with a metallic crunch.

"Haha, Oga, have you been scared out of your strength as a tribal warrior?" Barrow smirked, the attack he had just received was like being bitten by an ant. "Do you see, this is the body and strength that the master has given me, come, return to the arms of the master, and the master will give you more strength. ”

Unfortunately, he was answered by a few thrown weapons.

"You stubborn reptiles, I will end the lives of you betrayers for my master!"

Barrow angrily waved the chains in his hand, the house beside him was destroyed and ignited by the blazing heat on the chains, this was his former home, but at this moment, he destroyed it mercilessly, destroying the past with his own hands, and the little reason and conscience left in his heart were also erased. He began to have a frenzied desire to kill, to destroy everything he saw, whether it was a house or a former brother and friend.

"For the glory of Ancestor Marta, orcs will never be slaves!"

Oga shouted and rushed to Barrow. This miscellaneous who betrayed the clan, betrayed the entire orc tribe, and betrayed the ancestors must pay with his life.

"Orcs will never be slaves!"

"Orcs will never be slaves!"

......

No one explored where Barrow had learned how to sacrifice himself to Sargeras, and the orcs rushed to Barrow fearlessly with their weapons.

Ever since the day Marta rebelled against the tyrannical rule of Sargeras, the orc ancestors have vowed never to submit to the demon king again, and that they will be mortal enemies of the orcs and sent to hell, even at the cost of their lives.

All the tribal members have taken to heart the words of their ancestors, and they vow today to protect this hard-won freedom with their blood, just like their own ancestors.