Just now, the whole forest was calm except for the roars of battle and the wails of the dying. But now, a gloomy wind is blowing out of nowhere. A griffon, still flying steadily, was waiting to attack, chirping angrily and spreading its claws. Now, however, the griffon began to scream like a frenzy, as if it had been slammed by an unseen hand. The dwarf riding on it tried to keep his balance, but eventually fell heavily to the ground. There are no weight-bearing griffons flying high into the sky. Neozu waved his hands as if he had commanded, and the wind whipped up the dry sand on the ground and pounded the other dwarf and his griffon. The Hammer Dwarf howled, not in victory but out of pain, for his skin had been washed away from his bones. To Naozu's ears, the howl sounded better than the sound of heaven. And its griffons are no better. Its feathers had been blown off a lot, and it was dripping blood in the whirlwind. After a few seconds, there were only two piles of corpses on the ground.

However, Naozu's offensive was far from over.

With a wave of his left hand, a head-sized stone flew up from the ground and shot upwards as if it had been thrown into the air by the earth. Neozu turned his attention to the remaining Hammer Dwarves, and more stones rose from the ground. The griffons and knights tried to dodge the rocks that suddenly came to life. The dwarves were forced to concentrate on avoiding this new threat, and they had to stop their assault on the orcs.

Naozu turned to face the Blood Fiend, his lips slightly upturned, and a triumphant smile appeared. The Death Knight had a look of surprise on his face, but he quickly regained his original form. "Well done. Bloodfiend said. "Now let me see if I can make it even more chaotic here. He looked at the flying figures in the sky. Stood there motionless. His eyes narrowed. "There," he said at last, pointing to a dwarf. "I met him once, in the second war. He is their leader. The Blood Demon raised his hands in the air, and his hands began to glow with pulsating green light. After that, the wave of energy rushed upwards, striking the dwarf and the griffin under his crotch.

The griffin screamed in pain and fell vertically downward. The wings were tightly wrapped around his body. At the same time, the dwarf twitched and fell from the saddle. The griffon was able to endure the severe wound, spread its wings, and then slid forward for some distance, and then flapped its wings vigorously and rose upwards to avoid death. It flew forward, diving into the shadows of the woods, and its knight was not so lucky. The dwarf slammed into the ground and lay there motionless. Bloodseeker sprinted towards the dwarf. Kilrog and Naozu followed.

This was the first time Naozu had come up close and personal with a dwarf. He carefully observed the strange dwarves on the ground, looking at his short, muscular physique. Potted features, long braided beard and hair, and tattoos almost all over the dwarf's body. The Hammer Dwarf was dripping blood from multiple wounds, but his chest was still rising and falling regularly.

"Very good," Kilrog commented, pulling a leather strap from his waist bag, tying the dwarf's hands behind his back, and then doing the same with his feet. "Now we have a captive," he said, helping the dwarf to his feet. ", winged insect, or we'll let you watch your boss get killed and then cooked. ”

It looks like the Hammer Dwarves think that's enough. The griffons chirped, and then they turned around, flew through the forest, and disappeared from sight. Only Kilrog's captives were left here. ...

But this will not be the end. "We need to see the number of casualties," Kilrog pointed out after the Hammer Dwarves left. "And we need to send scouts to find out the whereabouts of the Alliance forces. ”

Nao Zu nodded and said absentmindedly, "Take care of it." Although he didn't want to admit it, he was taken aback by his ability. This qiē is so easy to come by, and this ability is so powerful, and it can produce such an admirable effect. This feeling...... That's nice.

"We've lost a full quarter of our troops," Kilrog reported back to Neozu after some time. At this moment, the old shaman was leaning against a big tree and waiting for him. "The dwarves know how to fight quickly and effectively, and they have the advantage of the woods. From the old chief's tone, Neozu could tell that he was jealous. As a shrewd strategist, Kilrog couldn't help but appreciate good strategies, even if they came from his enemies.

Then the Bloodseeker came over. "The rest of their forces are still moving towards us," he confirmed. "It's obvious that they've sent these dwarves to take the lead, just to hurt us and slow us down. The Death Knight looked at the captive lying at Neozu's feet, baring his teeth. The dwarf had snorted many times, but he still hadn't woken up.

"How far are they from us?" Naozu asked.

"There's still a day's journey, or two days. And judging by the situation we have now, we will definitely not be able to stop their attack. ”

Naozu nodded. "Then we have only one way to go," he stated. "We have to go to Oakington. ”

Kilrog was startled, his eyes bulging, though he must have known it was coming. "No...... Nope!" He stammered. "No! we can't go there!"

"Don't be like a child," the Bloodfiend said mockingly. "We have no choice! this is the only way for us to survive the Alliance forces and reach the Dark Temple!"

But the one-eyed orc shook his head violently. "There must be another way!" He grabbed the arms of Naozu and Bloodfiend with both hands. "There must be! We can't go to Aukin...... We can't go there, it's going to be our end!"

"No," Naozu replied coldly. He twisted his arm away and stared at the old orc. "Oakington is a disgusting ruin, a remnant of our ugly past, nothing more. ”

Oakington is more than that, absolutely. Far more than that. By the time Naozu himself was just a baby, Oakington had already spent hundreds of summers. As always, Oakington at that time still belonged to the Draenei, hidden deep in the Teroka Forest. The old shaman once told the young orcs that Oakington was the sacred place of the Draenei, and that it was the place where they buried the dead and came back to communicate with the spirits, just as the orc shamans communicated with their ancestors. The young Naozu and his fellow clansmen had infiltrated the forest to explore the strange place. The first thing they saw was the towering stone dome. They challenged each other to see who had the guts to enter the holy place. They ran into the wide stone archway, fumbled around, and then returned to their clan. None of them dared to go there. Naozu has gone a little further than most. He lurked into the entrance, his palms sliding over the rough stones. But he didn't dare to go any further. The shaman of his clan had said that "the dead of the Draenei were protecting it," and no one had ever tried to invade it. ...

After that, there was war. The orcs are united, no longer fighting each other with each other. As a powerful whole, they attacked the always peace-loving Delaney, massacring them on a large scale. Neozu tried not to remember his role in the catastrophic destruction, or the creature that ordered the attack on these calm and unthreatening neighbors. When Neozu refused to allow his people to be controlled by an outsider, when Neozu resisted the stranger's so-called great plans, his place was taken. His own apprentice, Gul'dan, voluntarily gave himself to the stranger, and made a pact with the man, swearing to be loyal to his will. In return, Gul'dan also gained great power. Gul'dan made the tribe bloodthirsty and turned the orcs into the barbarians they are today. After that, they destroyed the Delaneei and their culture. Only a handful of Draenei escaped, hiding in Oakington, hoping that the orcs wouldn't track them into their holy land.

They were wrong. Gul'dan's thirst for power is never-ending. His new master had promised him that if he could eradicate the Draenei from this world, he would gain unimaginably greater power. So Gul'dan chose a team of warlocks from his Shadow Council to accomplish the task. It was the Shadow Council behind the scenes that controlled the Great Chieftain of the Tribe, the Black Hand.

Rumor has it that beneath that holy land is buried the relics of the Draenei. The Warlocks were so sure of their success that they had begun to imagine how powerful their artifacts would be when they had them in their hands.

But in the end, something went wrong. They found an artifact, but found that there was something strange about it - they had set some kind of creature free, though no one was sure that it was intentional or out of arrogance and carelessness. The escape of the creatures brought Oakington to the ground, the massive stone roof collapsed, the magnificent temple was blown to pieces, and even the underground passages where the Draenei dead were buried fell apart. The collapse of Oakington has destroyed the forests within a radius of several kilometers, and even the surrounding land is sprinkled with the bones of the dead Draenei who had been resting in the catacomies, and the land is now even more desolate.

Only a handful of members of the Shadow Council survived and returned to Gul'dan, reporting to him that the Graveyard City was no more, and that any Draenei hiding in it had been killed. No one has ever been near it since, and to this day, the orcs deliberately avoid the Bone Wilderness, the area that surrounds Oakington.

Until now. (To be continued......)

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