The whole white naked thing reappeared, with no hair on their bodies, large blue eyes embedded in the huge white head, and long, pointed ears that were extremely incongruously ridged. They knelt facing the fire, and behind them stood tall ogres.

I wouldn't be so surprised if it was just an ordinary ogre, behind the white ghost stood a two-headed ogre! Two heads! And it's not just one!

The two-headed ogres were naked, their large breasts unrecognizable whether they were male or female, and the lower half of their bodies were all dressed in skirts. They were singing in unison, and the white ghosts were kneeling honestly with their backs to them.

There were more ogres around the dozen or so two-headed ogres, but they all seemed to have one head. They all knelt on the ground, their hands dragged in the air, and bowed slowly.

The flames danced irregularly, and suddenly the flames turned from red to blue, and the ogres around them were singing with some unknown meaning. At that moment another patterned ogre walked in from the periphery, its only garment was a crotch cloth, and its two large, piercing heads were mounted on a surprisingly wide shoulder.

Not only did the most terrifying head have horns on the top, but the biggest in the middle of its entire face was its surprisingly large eyes. Even though I was so far away, I could still see that clearly.

The unreasonably large eye kept looking around, and the hooked nose under the eye was just how ugly and ugly it was. The big fanged mouth under the nose was surrounded by a beard.

The other head was not much different from the other ogres, with its high cheekbones and bulging eyebrow bones, which made this head unrelated to the word aesthetics anyway.

It dragged a thick, large book-like object in its left hand to the fire.

More periphery were a number of onlookers, several of whom were dressed in robes that caught my attention, and the hunchbacked orc standing in the middle of them opened my memory.

That guy was very similar to what I remembered, and the red eyes on his bare head were the most dazzling of all orcs, and no orc could have such abilities.

And the spikes on its back and the skull stuck in the spikes are exactly as I remember. It should be it, I can't be mistaken, no orc can grow like this.

I never expected to see it here! Gul'dan ......

It stared intently at the two-headed orc standing by the fire and chanting aloud. Was the expression of disdain on the faces of the other orcs? Or jealousy? Still surprised? Still not convinced?

Every time the two-headed ogre sang a verse, all the ogres around him sang in unison, faster and faster, the two-headed ogre thought faster and faster, and the voices of the surrounding ogres became more and more excited.

Suddenly, the ground beneath me seemed to tremble, and before I could react or even think it was an illusion, the earth began to tremble, and it really trembled.

I've only experienced one earthquake in the past, and that earthquake ended in seconds before I could react, but not now, the earth was really shaking. And I could clearly feel the energy coming from deep underground.

A power that grows stronger and stronger as long as it lasts, waiting for a certain time it will tear apart the whole land.

I lay on the ground and didn't dare to move, not because I would be spotted if I did, but because I wanted to see how they would control it when they summoned this power.

The pile of blue flames burst into flames, and the flames burst into the air, forming a pillar of fire with a curling flame. The ogres kneeling there leaned even lower.

The surrounding orcs obviously expressed enough surprise and respect for this scene, and their faces at this time no longer had the same disdain and arrogance as before. Even the Gul'dan, who had spikes on his back, had a solemn face.

The two-headed ogre was almost hysterical, but the pillar of flame didn't last long enough to reach the air, and it quickly fell.

The shaking of the earth ceased abruptly. It was so sudden, and it didn't shake all of a sudden.

The two-headed ogre was still roaring. But the fire, which had returned to its normal color and even a little dimmer in color, did not move again.

It suddenly stopped singing, and the sounds of the ogres around it stopped abruptly, and the place fell into an awkward silence.

This awkward scene lasted only three seconds, and a very tall orc stepped out of the crowd next to him. I was shocked to see its face, and I was even more shocked to see its hands.

Isn't that the chief of the Blackstone clan, the great chief of the orc tribe, and the leader of the orc legion! Its armor is so distinctive, I can't be mistaken.

It walked out of the crowd, and I noticed that almost everyone's eyes were on this guy. It was taller than almost all orcs, and the expression on its face at this time was not very good, perhaps it was originally the same expression.

It stared at the two-headed ogre, which was still facing away from it, and then turned its face to look at Gul'dan next to it. I can't hear what they say, and even if I did? I don't understand at all.

Gul'dan hunched over, and the big chief in front of it could only tilt his head and raise his head. The Great Chief didn't want to look at it, but tilted his head and said something to it. With a wave of its hand, the surrounding orcs and ogres all dispersed.

There were only three people left, the Great Chief, Gul'dan, and the guy I can't name.

They seemed to be talking about something, and Gul'dan waved his hand a little excitedly, but the Great Chief tilted his face and didn't seem to pay attention to him. Of course, I couldn't have heard, let alone understood what they were saying. Anyway, in the end, the Great Chief left directly, and the ogre followed him and left without looking back.

Gul'dan turned his head to watch the two of them leave, and a group of orcs in robes approached them a few moments after they had left. Then they walked up to Gul'dan, said a few words, and then went to the edge of the fire, and sat down around it.

I was kind of expecting what the orcs were going to do, but after waiting for a long time, the group just sat and didn't change. I really can't stand it anymore if it doesn't change, but I don't dare to go into the mountains anymore, not because I'm worried about those minions, I'm really a little afraid of these leaders with names and surnames.

Just as I was about to push back, I saw an orc walk up to Gul'dan's side. There didn't seem to be anything special about that orc, both in appearance and dress. But Gul'dan seems to have a somewhat different attitude towards this orc than the others. They talked for a while, and Gul'dan hunched over and sat back down.

After hurrying down the mountain, I circled the mountain, and was about to return to report it, but I saw an orc army galloping towards the northwest. This midnight departure must not be a good thing for either side.

I've been following them from a distance, this group of orcs can really run after riding a wolf after leaving the lonely mountain, and the most surprising thing about me along the way is not that this group of orcs in robes who can spell magic gradually learned to make the flames turn blue, and even some strange lights appear around them, but the most important thing is that I actually saw dwarf, black dwarves on this hot bare plain!

Even though most of the dwarven houses, villages, and towns have been destroyed, and many, many have been reduced to ruins, pure ruins, I really saw what the legendary Black Iron Dwarves looked like.

Of course, the orcs will do their best to avoid the remaining dwarven groups, but sometimes the orcs have fewer scruples on the second day after leaving the lonely mountain. They will even take the initiative to hunt down the Humpty Fat Guys.

They feed the bones of dwarves to the wolves, and the way to kill them is creepy to me. Gul'dan wasn't with the orcs who knew how to spell, but the orcs were apparently capable of spells that seemed to drain the soul or energy of a creature. The wolf does not eat all the dwarves, and the skin that has not been gnawed or even the corpse is visibly wilted.

In other words, this group of orcs used their spells to suck their flesh and blood, and squeezed the life energy of these dwarves. And as they progressed, on the fourth day, I saw and came to the endless stretch of black smoke that seemed to burn in front of the mountains.

There are still ruined villages at the foot of the mountain, but the number of dwarves around them has increased significantly. I don't have time to observe how these dwarves live and what they live by, and when I follow them on the road into the mountains, the bloodthirsty abilities of these orcs are greatly unleashed.

That's right...... Since stepping onto the stone path built by the dwarves into the mountains, they have killed all the dwarves they come across. I can't count how many dwarves they've drained, but the orcs are visibly getting more and more excited, they are resting less and less, and the excitement and scramble and the madness of squeezing the dwarves out of the dwarves can be seen when they meet them.

The road into the mountain was not long, and soon the winding mountain road gradually ascended to a huge stone gate. Standing in front of this stone gate that was more than three people high, I suddenly felt a little frightened.

The orcs had already entered this door, and the feeling was different from the first time they had discovered some wonder, some shocking sight, it was not a tour of play or without any preoccupation or danger. It's not the same feeling as drilling a cave in the west.

The sense of danger of entering this door was much stronger than ever. And in the hotter temperatures, I can feel that it's not easy to get in.

I can go back and report now, and have Lothar send someone to destroy the pass from the Burning Plains to the Red Ridge Mountain, or send someone to garrison it. Even when I go back, I can ...... Bring more people with you.

It may not be a wise choice to just go in......

After finding a place to hide my horse, I stood next to the large, black, black-chained gate with the ugly face of a dwarf.

The two gates were probably more than a meter thick, and they were completely embedded in the mountain. Before I even reached the door, I could feel the heat coming from behind it. It was a burning sensation.

I've never been in a crater, but I know what it's like to be at the blacksmith's forge, in their iron-striking house. Here's more.

The doors are warm, the floors are warm, and the air is hot. I stuck to the door and slid in, although I couldn't reach out and lose my fingers, it was already dark, and I couldn't see the specific environment around me.

While praying that there are no traps, I feel the warm rock wall and go inside.

I know where this is, and there's a really nice name here...... It's called Blackstone Mountain.