"We have no choice," Neozu repeated, staring at Kilrog and then Bloodseeker. "We have to go there. There are certainly some tunnels that haven't been damaged yet, at least a little distance. Hide there, we might be able to defend it. Without this protection, the Alliance would have killed us all, and our race would have ended there. ”

Kilrog muttered unsure of what he was talking about. The Blood Fiend looked at him disdainfully, his red eyes narrowing slightly. "Naozu is right, we have no choice. But we have to be cautious, I don't want to wake up something we can't beat. ”

"Then it's decided," Naozu said. "Yes, Kilrog, I'd be sorry to leave you alone. ”

The old chief swallowed hard and lowered his head. "Naozu, you know that I have no fear of the living, of those things I can fight and tear them to shreds. But there......" he muttered. "The Blood Bank Clan will follow in the footsteps of Neo's "W Ancestor. ”

"Good. We will be the best combination against the enemies who are hiding within the walls. Now, gather our warriors, and your death knights," he commanded his two lieutenants, "and we must reach the Bone Wilderness as best we can." ”

Kilrog nodded and walked away. The Bloodfiend looked at his back, then saluted Neozu and followed the old warrior away. Before he had gone far, the other Death Knights had gathered around him. Naozu also turned around, grasping the bag beside him with both hands, feeling the general shape of the artifacts in the bag. Despite a lot of big things just said. But he couldn't help but think about it in his heart. What will they encounter in Oakington? Will the dead Delaney still haunt him? Will they catch him? Will he be held accountable for the crimes committed by his former apprentices, or will they also know about Gul'dan's betrayal, and will this strange ruin really serve as a refuge from the Alliance, or will it pose a more terrifying threat to the orcs? But he couldn't think of any other way, so they would find the answer to this qiē. Naozu only hoped that he had not made a fatal decision.

The tribal warriors stopped and looked ahead. They had just stepped out of the end of the forest, and as far as the eye could see, there was nothing but the gray earth and the scattered fragments of the ground. This is the Bone Wilderness. Oakington stood in the middle of the heath. The remnants of the stone dome protruded from the ground like broken teeth. Further inside, the shattered temple was lying in it, looking like a smashed head half-buried in the ground.

Naozu was also staring at Oakington. He couldn't help it. The last time he saw it, the sacrosanct sanctity of the Draenei was still so magnificent and so complete. Now, the walls of the temple are full of wide openings, the entire part has been turned into the open air, and the forest of Terokka, which once gave birth to it, has withered, and there are white bones everywhere. He could barely connect the dots between the Oakington in front of him and the great ruins of his childhood that had struck him deeply.

The earth around him seemed to tremble. At first, Nao Zu thought it was just because his blood was running in his veins. His heart was beating violently because of the old cemetery city. Then he realized that the tremor was not coming from his body. He watched around him, and his orcs were either standing there quietly or walking around silently. Some of the orcs looked around, as if they were looking for the same thing as Neozu. Then he looked behind the orcs, and through the woods, he saw some swaying figures. ...

"The Alliance is right behind us!" He shouted. Without the trees, his voice could easily be heard far away. "We must be hidden! Enter Oakington! Hurry up!"

"Get moving, you bunch of shit, idiots!" Kilrog agreed, slashing across his axe at a large tree beside him, his strength so great that the trunk began to tremble. The orc warriors, who had just been amazed by surprise, were awakened by the old chieftain's voice and movements, and one by one ran towards the dilapidated entrance of the Draenei building.

As he walked through the large, sloping doorway, Neozu shuddered out of fear. Are the souls still guarding this massive cemetery the same as they were when he first came here so long ago, or had they left when Oakington collapsed?

There's no time for him to think about these things right now. He picked up speed and entered Oakington, through a hole, into the remnants of the labyrinth. Kilrog and the Bloodseeker were by his side, and a few of Kilrog's most trusted warriors were around them. Oakington beneath the ground is larger than above, and its carvings are more elaborate.

It seems that something has survived, at least so to speak. A ruined arch that should have looked very elegant stood at the base of the staircase, and on it, Neozu saw some shapes, these strangely beautiful carvings that seemed to be more for the sake of expressing something than for the sake of showing his faith. Thick pillars once supported the high tops of the place, and now only some of them remain. Their unadorned rough surfaces contrast with the intricately carved walls around them. There were many shrines carved into the walls, row after row, and the yellow and white things in the niches told Naozu what he would find here: white bones. It was clear that all the walls contained the remains of these Draenei, and it was these things that had sprinkled the Bone Wilderness.

Once upon a time, the Draenei's ancestors enjoyed the peace of death under the heavy stones, but later, they lost even this power.

The flooring here is also made of stone. The craftsman used small tiles to create a very delicate pattern. A wide staircase connects the floors.

Naozu looked down, and as far as the eye could see, there were at least six floors underneath. The deadly blast tore through their centers, leaving the rest exposed. Afterwards, the others pulled Naozou into a wide tunnel that extended from the center.

"The walls are still strong," Kilrog said. He looked around and nodded in agreement. Nao Zu was very pleased. Kilrog was still scaring himself, and that really worried him. But now it seems that Kilrog has made up his mind, his heart is at peace, and he will be loyal to himself.

"A few have fallen, but most of the ceilings are still there, and the floors are open for us to pass through. We can divide the fighters into smaller groups, as there doesn't seem to be any potential threat here," he said, pointing to the other end of the passage, where there was only a shadow. Neozu knew he was right—there was less rubble over there, and the ceiling didn't look like anything had been lost. "We can set up a defensive post here. Once we're in, it's going to be much harder for the Coalition to find us again. ”

"Some of the lower tunnels are still intact," Bloodseeker noted. "We should scout there before we move forward. And if there is no ...... there If there is nothing, maybe it would be a better idea to set up a fortress there. ”

Kilrog nodded, and ordered a few Bloodcave warriors to explore the rest of the tunnel, and a few orcs to search the nearby passages, but he had also told them not to go too far. Eventually, he sent the remaining orcs to move the nearby rubble to the entrance of the passage and build a wall as high as possible. Then, he, the Bloodfiend, and Neozu sat down, discussing their next battle strategy as they waited. (To be continued......)

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