Anomaly Of Warcraft

There are no hidden dangers in the remote mountain villages that need to be eliminated, otherwise these civilians will not survive the arrival of Alterac's army. Like a vacation, Carlos has lived here for five days. Having nothing to do with one's own guards and martial arts is a rare rest for a king who has ideas.

"Your Majesty, how did you do it?"

The young guard was also their invincible bully, but Carlos fell down with one hand and asked with an expression of admiration and confusion while sitting on the ground.

"Don’t be superstitious about the set of fists and shoulders. In the case of wearing armor, every movement of the body will be amplified by the rigid armor, so there is no problem with observing the shoulder armor to determine the attack direction. But when the armor is not worn, human The core of the force is the waist. What you need to observe is the midline and the upper part of the chest. Even if the shoulders don't have any major movements, they can still exert force."

Feeling that this young man is good, Carlos wiped his face with a towel and patiently explained the reason.

The young guard touched his chin and thought for a moment, stood up and prepared to challenge Carlos again.

At this moment, the captain of the guard personally sent a letter, Carlos waved his hand to be here today, then checked the paint and opened the envelope.

After reading it, an inexplicable cool breeze blew from behind Carlos, making his back tighten.

"The vacation is over, ready to return to the camp, quickly, immediately, now."

The secret spy report stated that three days ago, 187 kilometers northwest of the town of South Blue, the Alliance and the tribe clashed head-on. The battle lasted one day and one night. Ten thousand were killed in the Alliance and approximately eight thousand in the tribe.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, Carlos repeatedly thought about this unreasonable behavior of the tribe.

There is no conspiracy, no back-up, just like this directly impacting the strong fortifications created by the alliance, playing such a battle damage is not strange than Carlos.

But what is the purpose?

What is the purpose of Orgrimmar or Gul'dan?

You can look down on the orcs, but you can't look down on the orcs.

Carlos deeply understood that the orcs were no different from humans in terms of intelligence. When the orcs were fools, they were buried in the soil and boiled in the pot.

Unexpectedly, Carlos felt that he must return to the army as soon as possible.

Something that can change the whole battle is about to happen.

One hundred and eighty-seven kilometers north-northwest of South Blue Town is a bland place geographically speaking. It is a small platform less than 50 meters above sea level. The Alliance built a lookout post here, with no more than forty people stationed there.

But this small platform, for Gul'dan, is an important place where the Master must be in his hands.

Because this is the dead node of the Azeroth Magic Network.

After seeing his masterpiece, Orgrim made a strong attack regardless of the cost. Although he suffered heavy losses, he successfully wiped out the surrounding alliance forces.

Human beings felt that they had taken a big advantage and took the initiative to retreat for ten kilometers.

And that's enough.

Under the auspices of Gul'dan, the elemental nuclei and deflagration sparks collected from the burning plains were eroded by fel energy and merged together. Under the infusion of demon blood, these cores gradually grew into a large rock burning with fel flames.

"It looks very powerful, but you have made me such ammunition for the catapult after losing half of the supplies from the fleet?"

Orgrim led his elite Blackhand clan to review the results of Gul'dan's work, and was very dissatisfied. The surrounding orcs felt that it was only a matter of time before the hammer of Doom fell on Gul'dan.

"No, my warchief, these are indeed ammunition, but they are not for catapults, but for the warlocks."

Gul'dan turned a blind eye to Orgrim's anger and explained happily.

"So, boss of the warlock, what new toys did you prepare for your doglegs, and tell me to be happy?"

Orgrim stretched the Doomhammer up so that he could hold it more smoothly, and then walked in front of Gul'dan step by step.

"For your toys, six thousand compatriots died outside the strong fortress of mankind. Reason, I need reason."

Orgrim was extremely angry, but his tone gave people an illusion of gentleness.

"The reason is that hellfire can lead the tribe to victory and bring despair and death to mankind."

"Hellfire!?"

Of course Orgrim knew what hellfire was, and knew that powerful warlocks could summon hellfire from the void, but the burning boulders in front of them were completely incomparable with those mighty stone monsters.

No, it should be said that apart from the color of fel burning, there is no way to associate it.

"The Warchief of the Horde, Orgrim recognized by Doomhammer, the hope of the orcs, accept this gift, and use it to your heart's content. After three days, the first batch of hellfire will be infused. All you need is to choose This place opposes the alliance, and then watched these little babies fall on human heads, and then crush them. What a wonderful script, isn't it?"

"Prove it to me."

Orgrim's eyebrows were beating, although he was tempted, he did not lose his reason. Ignoring the excitement of Gul'dan, the warchief of the tribe insisted on asking the warlock to prove what he said was true.

"Then, as you wish."

The warlock put away his obsessive look of power, and the orc named Gul'dan gave a meaningful smile.

With a wave of his hand, a pool of active demonic blood in Gul'dan's palm invaded the original hellfire stone. The hellfire that had not yet been made was quickly formed under the catalysis of Gul'dan's power.

Absorbing earth elements from the earth, using fel energy as power, the burning stone monsters flared their teeth and claws, shouting out ignorant anger in a silent voice.

Gul'dan clenched his fist with his five fingers, and he could barely see that the human-shaped hellfire had shrunk back into an irregular, round rock full of potholes and burning with ominous flames. The other free hand draws a mysterious rune that will make people feel manic just by observing the trajectory, and the shadow gate connecting the void opens in the sky.

Slowly lift the hellfire into the shadow gate. After a while, Gul'dan said to Orgrim: "My warchief, witness the power of your new toy. It has shocking power."

After the words were finished, the Hellfire that had fallen into the void passed through the Shadow Gate with huge kinetic energy, and hit a place less than ten meters behind Gul'dan.

The earth was dusty, and the back half of Gul'dan was the edge of the pit, showing the sorcerer's extreme confidence in his magical abilities.

Gul'dan took a few steps forward and bowed his waist respectfully.

"My warchief, are you still satisfied? I said that I will not disappoint your trust."

As a comment on Gul'dan's feet, the thick upper limbs of Hellfire climbed onto the edge of the pit, and the huge body stood up.

Are you demonstrating to me?

Orgrim was angry inside. He didn't believe in Gul'dan at all, but he had to admit that he needed the power of a warlock.

"Everything is for the Horde. Gul'dan, get everything ready, and the war with the Alliance must end quickly."

"All for..."

Before Gul'dan finished speaking, Orgrim turned and left, and the warriors around him followed the warchief. Gul'dan could feel that the murderous auras that locked his neck had disappeared without a trace, and it seemed that the sword saints who were hiding in the dark had also left.

"Burning Legion."

Gul'dan smiled triumphantly.

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