Gul'dan is an evil sorcerer who sells his soul to demons, but it is clear that like many warlocks with brains who have lived for more than 3,000 years and have not died, they have long since given up their sick actions such as destroying the world, conquering the world, and exterminating the human race. Because they know that it's one thing to ruin the miè world, it's another thing to have a mental problem. There are so many [righteous people] in this world who are more powerful than their own convulsions, staring at them like starving ghosts, hoping to find a reason to kill themselves one day. It's hard to be a demon king these days, don't do that **** thing if you don't have any real skills. The one who wants to conquer the world will end well? What happened to Deathwing? Isn't it still dead, it's dead?

So as long as your brain is okay, you don't think about the things that ruin the miè world, and you can honestly study your evil magic.

Gul'dan startled Cybertron when he appeared.

“...... orcs?" Cybertron stared at the other man's face in surprise.

"What's wrong with you?" the old orc hunched over, and with a nod, he sent a disgusting creak to the rusty door, and the lock fell to the ground, allowing Cybertron and Pandaragon to enter. His small, flaming eyes stared at Cybertron with a wicked smile. To him, it seems that all living beings are evil snacks.

The most terrifying, awe-inspiring, and hateful thing in the whole world is these warlocks. The ugly-looking Gul'dan laughed even more disgustingly, his orc's skin turned green, and his eyes were red—the price to pay for the darkness—not just souls. But everything else is perfect, since it's been three thousand years, but this orc is still healthy and strong. The green skin tightened the muscles, and his ruthless and cunning soul.

"Don't all orcs believe in shamans?"

"Aren't you too, Bourkeso?" Hoarse and deep, he let out an unsettling laugh as he made an inviting gesture inviting Cybertron and Pandaragon into his "haunted house," saying, "Not long ago, the Bourkesos showed a big face and surrendered to Diablo's men...... Hahaha, I'm honestly even more surprised, not only because you killed all my original tribes, but also because all the glory you claimed to have been lost. I thought it wasn't long before the world ...... No, it can't be. But at least Britain will fall for a while, and I'm ready to be the one who leads the way, but ...... You guys are so annoying. ”

"......" Cybertron was speechless, and he didn't know whether to be angry at the other party for insulting his own tribe, or because he apologized for his own tribe for killing all the other tribe. But looking at the other party's appearance, they shouldn't care about what happened to their [relatives].

"Please come in, Bourkeso and the Headless Horseman—I am amazed by your pairing. Also, are you here today to listen to me?"

“...... What do you think?" asked Pandaragon subconsciously.

"What? You don't know, so what are you doing here?...... Oh, I see, you just came to visit me casually today?...... Poof, hahahaha...... Okay, well, then I'm going to take a good look at you. Gul'dan led Cybertron and Pandaragon to his haunted house. Laughed a few times, adding a lot of evil atmosphere to the cold room: "To be honest, I was thinking about how to make you surrender to me and become real zombies from the moment you entered the enchantment - but I thought about it for a long time and still couldn't figure out a way, so I had to give up - say, what are you doing here...... Do you want to drink blood? It's all fresh. ”

"I'm sorry, but since that incident happened to our people not long ago, we don't drink blood casually anymore. Cybertron shrugged his shoulders, not as if he had refused to drink blood, but because he had drunk it to his stomach.

"Well, it's worthy of being a Bourkeso, and ordinary people have long been like ...... No, this pretty little girl is like this. Gul'dan pointed to the disgusting Pandaragon and said, "Then I don't have anything to entertain, and I don't think you like raw meat very much—just say what you have any problems with." ”

"Uh, no, I like raw meat. Cybertron waved his hand and said, "What meat?"

“...... Void Demon Meat. ”

"Come on two catties. ”

“...... Well, okay. "Finger ringing, to be honest, this old orc has a lot of trouble fingering, because his fingernails are very thick and long, and they really look like minions. Immediately afterwards, a very sexual, sensual and sultry lady, dressed in a bikini, swayed lotus leaves, and walked over with catwalks like a banana. Holding a plate is ...... In fact, raw meat is no different from ordinary pork-

"Huh...... Mr. Guldan, I didn't expect your private life to be so chaotic?" Cybertron took the demon meat and sniffed it as fresh, then bit it and ate it raw: "The taste is okay, it's very fresh and tender." ”

“？”

"Oh, I mean—I didn't expect you orcs to have such a beautiful succubus as a slave, and it must not have been very lonely for three thousand years, right?" said Cybertron, sitting on a stone bench, scribbling.

"Heheheha...... How strange it is for you Bourkeso......" Gul'dan let out an uneasy laugh again: "No matter what has changed, the aesthetic point of view has remained the same for thousands of years. Of course, I don't rule out Xing's perverted guys.,I think I'm okay.。 I've never touched these succubi—"

“...... Then these succubi are really professional," Cybertron nodded to a few succubi: "Three thousand years is like a day, and you orcs who have no "sexual" hobbies have to be so sultry and seductive, and it's hard work." ”

"I said Pandargon, is it okay for you to bring this Bourkeso?" the old orc squinted his little eyes and said, "Is he here to smash the field?"

"Of course not, he's my husband......! Maybe it's my cute little wife?" Pandaragon thought for a moment, and suddenly laughed: "Introduction, this is the leader of all the Bourkesos, the guy who killed Diablo, and now the big chief of the Bourkesos! Spiritually speaking, love is quite normal.,Except for not engaging in the base and aristocrats, there is no big difference in humor.,It's very aristocratic.。 ”

“...... Oh, that's weird. "I don't know what is strange about that part, but I hope it is not the part that I don't do. The orcs were a little puzzled now: "You killed Diablo? You're strong, but not strong enough to kill the Demon King - not to mention that Diablo is the Demon King of Demon Kings. ”

"Oh, you're in charge of this, I've got my own cheats. Cybertron shook his head, pointed to Gul'dan across from him, and asked, "I'm going to ask you a question now—"

"Say it. ”

Cybertan looked at each other sternly: "Do you still have meat? I'm hungry." ”

“...... Pandaragon, where did you bring this starving ghost and you bring it back to me!"

"Hahahaha...... He's kidding you. Pandaragon laughed, but the laugh was somewhat awkward: "I brought him to meet the world—he has always looked down on the legal profession." ”

"Oh...... It's normal for Bourkeso people to look down on the legal profession. The warlock cracked his mouth and smiled, "I once tried to kill a Bourkesor, but I failed—the Bourkeso didn't even bother me, because I was still of some use. He didn't care about the spells I had placed on him, whether it was a curse or some other blood brand...... That Bourkeso is called the Immortal King!"

"Ancestor?"

"That's right, he killed Deathwing - I was completely stupefied. That anger, that horror, that ...... Despair. I don't plan to cross paths with the Bourkesor from now on, knowing that three thousand years have passed so far, and two thousand years of them have been spent in silence—" Guldan's rough palms rested on his huge chin, and his fingers with sharp nails patted his cheeks rhythmically: "There is no doubt that I am the most powerful orc in the world, but I do not use the power of orcs, and it seems to me that power has no effect, so I turned my back on the way of the shaman and turned to the demons." Thus I learned the true power, how to obtain it, how to use it, and how to get more, more......! A barbarian, the man who called the Immortal King, the guy who scared me even after he died, appeared. I don't dare steal his body, because I'm afraid he's faked his death—alas, or I'll have one more of the most powerful puppets in the world—"

"I'm here today to see what the real Dharma Master in the world looks like. Cybertron stared at the orcs and asked, "That's you?"

"It's a bit sad, if you swear not to get involved in the name of the Immortal King, I can try to kill this Pandaragon with all my might to show you what evil spells a true warlock will use. But...... Because of the mistakes made by the Bourkeso people a while ago, I don't plan to trust the Bourkeso anymore...... Hahaha, yes, I used to 'believe' you. I feel strange that a warlock like me would even say the word "believe", maybe more because of your tendon brain?"

"Gul'dan, are you provoking us?" Pandaragon laughed, "Believe it or not, we smashed your kennel?"

"Then the entire Lan Dun will be shrouded in evil magic for more than a year - is this still counting the fact that all the mages of the Lan Dun have not fled, have you wasted my three thousand years here?" Gul'dan laughed, "I am a pacifist, and I sold my soul in pursuit of power, but I also gained a lot. For example, calm knowledge - I have always been at peace with Lan Dun, at most I will find a few excellent corpses, and at most I will kill a few homeless people to solve the population problem. What, there's a problem?"