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A day later, Tyrone Bloodseeker and his team arrived at Blackstone Mountain. After contacting Jaz Soul Crusher, the Soul Crusher sent Fenreth Wolf Friends of the Thunder King Clan and Taga Spine Crusher of the Bone Chewing Clan, as well as several other stronger warriors to assist the Blood Fiend. They were instructed to meet the Bloodfiend at the foot of the Blackstone Mountain. For the Bloodseeker, this is the largest team he can muster without attracting the attention of the Alliance. Of course, he hoped that it would be enough to get the attention of the Black Hand brothers. They openly climbed the Blackstone Mountain, so that the orcs standing guard could see them clearly. Bloodseekers don't want to give the false impression that they're trying to provoke or sneak in. Eventually, they reached the top of the mountain, where cracked rocks flowed from which scorching threads flowed along the natural grooves to form a red-hot river. It is here that a huge boulder stands beside the top of the mountain, carved entirely from black stone quarried from the mountain. The corners of the Blood Demon's mouth curved down, revealing a displeased expression. This was once the place where Orgrim Miè's hammer established his base camp, and where the tribal chieftain introduced the Bloodfiends and other Death Knights to the tribes gathered here. And in the valley at the foot of the mountain below, the Hammer of Destruction fought a duel with the leader of the Alliance, Lothar, and ∧□ battle, WW★W. defeated him, but was then defeated by Lothar's lieutenant Tulayan. Images of defeat and victory haunt here. However, the Bloodseeker didn't spend much time reminiscing about the past. He also has to think about the present, think about his next move.

He made a gesture to his squad. Stopped at an entrance. Really. A moment later. Four strong, tall armed guards stepped out, eager to fight.

"We're here to negotiate with the Black Hand brothers. Sue them Tyrone, the Blood Demon brought them good news, as well as a mention. He stepped forward, removing his hood, and the faces of the guards turned pale. One of them whispered to the other, and the latter, after listening, bowed and retreated into the darkness. After a while. He reappeared and walked towards the commander. After hearing his words, the Commander turned to the Bloodfiends.

"Don't act rashly. He warned, and personally led the people into the fortress. As the group progressed into the heart of the mountains, the Bloodfiend took in all the sights they could see, and it was clear that the fortress was in constant use. As some of the other orcs passed by them, they all stopped and looked at the crowd. Although they were surprised to see a Death Knight in the Blackstone Tower, no one dared to say anything.

Eventually, the crowd came to a huge room. The Blood Demon remembered that this was the throne that once belonged to the Hammer of Destruction. It is also where his military council is located. The figure sitting in the Black Throne was now slightly shorter than Orgrim's, and looked more savage. This man has a generous countenance. The brown beard is very unkempt. His hair, nose, ears, forehead, armor, and even his razor-sharp sword were adorned with numerous medals and bones.

Bloodseeker stopped outside of the greatsword's attack range and said, "Red. ”

"Bloodfiend," replied Red?Black Hand, the deputy chief of the Blackstone Clan. The smile on his face made his already unsightly face even more ugly. He shifted to a sitting position and crossed one leg onto the armrest of the throne. "Very good, very good, very good, which gust of wind brought you, dead man?"

"Yes," the voice was so high-pitched. The Bloodseeker looked at Maim, who was curled up on the ground in front of the throne. Red's brother was half-hidden in the shadows. "You've traveled all the way to see my brothers, and you're really courageous. ”

"The Dark Gate has been repaired. The Bloodfiend began, but Red snorted.

The Blackstone Leader replied, "I saw it in my dreams. I know this must be a good thing for you warlocks. He frowned deeply and asked, "But so what?"

Bloodseeker frowned. His conversation with the Black Hand Brother was not as smooth as he had imagined. "Now, Naozu leads the tribe. I'm here to ask you to return to the tribe, you and the entire Blackstone Clan. We also need the Dragonmaw Clan, and the Red Dragon Legion they wield. ”

Red looked at Maim, and the two brothers laughed at the same time. "After two years of peace and sound, you have returned here again, and entered my fortress, with only a few little warriors. Even so, do you want me to bow down happily at the knees of that old immortal shaman, and not only my warriors, but I also have to hand over my red dragon to him?" He laughed again, though his eyes were filled with anger. "You're [****] funny!"

Bloodseeker insisted, "You have to. We need your strength, and your red dragon, to carry out our plans. ”

"Your plans have nothing to do with me. Red replied coldly and stood up. Bloodfiend realizes that despite the fact that Red Black Hand is still a little childish, he is still a very threatening orc. "That's your problem, not mine. I don't care what bullshit Ozu has now. Where was he when we fought the League? Here I am. Where was he when the hammer failed? I'm here!"

"Me too," Maim chimed in.

"Where was he when the Dark Gate was destroyed and we were trapped here, and where was he when we searched for the surviving orcs during our two years of fugitive, and gradually regained our fighting power? Red grabbed his greatsword and slashed at the throne, slicing through the armrest made of blackstone. Maim jumped up and laughed maniacally.

"But I'm there! I'm the one who gathered these orcs! I've rebuilt the tribe, not in Draenor, but here. In Azeroth. Right under the noses of man! right now. I am the chief, and I will not allow that wasteful old shaman to take away my chieftain like this!"

The Blood Demon wanted to crush him, but in the end he suppressed his thoughts. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'm begging you, really." I hope you'll think again. Without your help, Naozu would ......"

"Failed. Red replied bluntly. Maim still looked so happy. "He has not experienced the cruelty of war firsthand. He didn't know what tactics were, he didn't know what combat was, and he didn't know how to be a leader. The Alliance would easily defeat his so-called tribe. And then......," he continued, smiling, "I'll be able to benefit from it." We're going to call all the survivors to join us, Mame and me, just as we've been doing since the end of the last war. ”

Maim crept over. Red put his hand on his brother's head as if he were a pet dog. "With the Horde, the true Horde, and with the help of the Red Dragons and my command, we will engulf all of Azeroth. Red looked at the Bloodfiend and laughed. "After that, dead man. You will serve me. ”

Behind the Blood Fiend, the Taga straightened up and shouted, "You coward, traitor, lackey, I'm going to chop you bastards into real minus and sit on your throne, so that your people will obey my command and give them a place in the tribe once again!"

"Oh, really?" Red said lazily and defiantly. "Do you want to go now?" He laughed even harder.

The Bloodfiend turned and placed a hand on Taga's shoulder.

"He has guards around him...... And it's a lot of guards. He whispered a warning to the chieftain of the Chewing Bone Clan. "If you come forward and attack him, those men will rise up and attack, so that we will have one less chieftain. He shook his head, "Now is not the time. ”

Taga grumbled, but took a step back. Red looked disappointed.

"I'll ask you again if you're joining us?" Bloodfiend asked in a low voice.

"Oh wait, let me think about it...... No. Red finally replied, smirking smugly. Maim also giggled when he heard this.

"Good. The Blood Fiend bowed. "In that case, I have nothing more to say. ”

Red laughed, "Go ahead." I can't wait to hear the news of your failure. The two brothers laughed again, echoing through the corridor. The Bloodfiend led his team out of the fortress and back under the Blackstone Tower.

The sun has long since set in the west, and the twilight is fading and is replaced by a veritable darkness. The Bloodseeker stared at the orange-yellow campfire dancing in front of him. This qiē is not what the plan envisions. The Bloodseeker was lost in thought, thinking about his next move. The others were smartly silent, the only thing they could hear was the crackling of the flames and the occasional whispered conversation of the others. Suddenly, there was a noise in the darkness. Everyone jumped, and the tension was like a tense bowstring.

"Kill them!" The orc sent to the vigil shouted. The Death Knights froze, while the other orcs roared, glad they had found enough to vent their frustration. Bloodseeker can already see the human. He swaggered towards the orc camp. Taga lunged at him, smashing down the club in his hand, powerful enough to shatter the fragile human skull.

But what happened next left everyone stunned. The Blood Demon watched as the human grabbed Taga's stick and snatched it effortlessly. Taga stared at him dumbfounded, and a moment later he and the others were ready to strike again.

The human shouted, "Stop!"

Even the Blood Fiend didn't know if he dared to disobey what this man said, and that was the power of that simple word. Who was this man?, the Blood Fiend, curiously and attentively, watched as he stepped into the range of the firelight. With his shiny black hair, his tall and muscular build, and his angular yet elegant countenance, Tyrone thought he was very handsome for a human. He was dressed in well-tailored clothes, with an intact and gem-embellished sword hanging at his side, and his face slightly contorted with contempt. The man flicked his sleeve as if trying to wipe something off.

"I know you want to attack me again. But know that you have defiled my clothes tonight, and I don't want your blood to remain on my clothes any longer. He smiled, showing a mouthful of white teeth, but the smile looked so threatening. "You see, I'm not what I see. Behind him, his shadow flickered, and then suddenly changed, both in size and shape, and the shadow of the huge wings enveloped the people. (A good activity for pie in the sky, cool mobile phones are waiting for you to take!Pay attention to ~ 點 / public account (WeChat add friends to add public account and enter ddxiaoshuo), participate immediately! Everyone has a prize, now immediately pay attention to ddxiaoshuo WeChat public account!)