Stormwind God

Duke is depressed!

I'm enough to fight a melting heart, but I have to help your queen, her queen, to get hot springs. I'm not welfare after finishing it?

Is this ridiculous?

A man is sometimes a dead creature.

The less you get, the more you want!

Duke had never thought of anything to do.

[Stealth] directly!

Do something! Do something!

"Hum! I will establish the supremacy of the king of my harem today!" Du someone stomped around the sign that symbolized shame, and quickly and quietly touched it.

The fence around the gate was erected by Duke. How could someone not leave a back door for themselves?

With a single tap, a gorgeous turnstile appeared on the seemingly complete wall.

Who knows, Duke just turned in, and suddenly a magic message came ...

In the hot spring, the girls were joking.

Man discussing woman together.

Women evaluate men together.

This is an almost constant truth.

"Will Duke come in?" Kalia whispered to the sisters.

As a result, all the sisters answered at the same time: "Sure it will!"

Queen Greek's domineering make-up knife: "I know that guy can't help it! But it doesn't matter, Fenger will tell me his arrival."

"Sister Sylvanas is ready to pack him?" Ilucia asked.

"Of course! You can't accommodate the guy too much, otherwise he will become bottomless."

"Well! I was still thinking if Duke came in invisibly, would I shout 'Don' for the atmosphere, or 'Don't stop' for excitement." Tyrande held his one whenever he watched it. The faces were all holy, talking about large-scale topics, and making several thin-skinned guys blush.

Ugh! The female driver can't afford to hurt her!

However, unexpectedly, Duke didn't come until the bathing and playing of the girls was finished.

"Did anyone see Duke? What happened?" Jaina asked the people around her when she came out.

Luo Ning, who was in charge of the portal, replied, "Master? He seems to be in a hurry, and went back through the portal."

Urgent? What urgent things can get the Alliance Commander to catch up in person?

Not to mention, it's really urgent.

On Black Rock Mountain, corpses were everywhere, and the blood had already drained.

Almost violently high-temperature steaming roasts everything close to it, whether it is live or dead.

Thousands of orc corpses, none of them facing away from the Black Stone Tower, did not have any scars on their spines, and all the deaths of the corpses were shredded by the powerful and destructive forces on the front of the body.

In the distance is the immensely red scarlet plain.

Nearby, a small tribe was desperately rushing towards the plain at the foot of the mountain.

Their mount raptors have long died in the mountains, and only a few trolls are carrying a few burly figures with the simplest stretchers.

One of the orcs on the stretcher was obviously scarred, and he was still yelling, "Let me down! Let me down! I'm going to fight with that bastard!"

"What fight !? You're giving away!"

"Dead to death! I've had enough! I've had enough! Vol'jin! Drop me and let me complete the final glory of the orc!" Grom, wrapped in a mule on a stretcher, struggled.

Is that howling? Are you crying? Begging?

Even Grom * Hellscream couldn't figure it out.

"Glory !? Is it that the tribe's glory is overwhelmed in the Blackwing's Nest? Didn't your old friend Orgrim try to retreat? Well, you orcs are brave enough! Then I'm Woking Come and be this escaped coward! Tell you, Grom, even if I struggle to bear the stigma, I will keep you in the hands of the Black Dragon and send it back to Thrall alive. "

"No! Saar! No, I don't have a face to face Saar! It's my fault to be three thousand elites ... It's my fault! It's all my fault." Grom's old tears twitched, and he couldn't tell which blood on his face Which are tears and which are sweats.

"Shut up! Grom! We have agreed on the traitor! Even if guilty, I am as guilty as Thrall! The point now is that we must leave here alive and then find a way to get revenge." Woking took a hand The spear stayed behind the team.

Originally, his injuries were not minor, and he tore a left arm from his elbow. For other races, this is a lifetime disability.

Woking is a troll. In theory, as long as it does not hurt the head and heart, and has enough nutrition and time, it can recover infinitely. Therefore, after a **** battle, everyone was injured, and Vol'jin's state was the best.

"Revenge? How can I get revenge !?"

"There is a magic circle here. All transmissions and magical messaging have been disrupted, but I fired a signal flare for help as agreed. Now I can only count on the Alliance to keep its promise and send a rescue team to rescue us ..." Woking was also bitter.

It was ironic that the tribe that was once incredibly powerful now asks the once conquered and the enemy for help.

Suddenly, a terrible roar came from behind everyone.

"Roaring" was the cry of some kind of peerless beast from ancient times.

Grom was desperate: "Hell! That thing actually chased it out. Finished! Unless the league gathers all the strong, there is no such thing as a rival."

Not only Grom, even Woking was desperate. He glanced back and finally stopped: "Yeah ... it's too late. Even if a thief in the alliance sees our flare, wait for the help signal to come out, and then organize a rescue Come over ... I guess we can pick up our bones. "

A crimson beast rushed out from the Black Rock Mountain towards the gate of the Burning Plain. It opened its huge red wings and soared into the sky, only a few flutters. The shadow of his wings had covered the tribal chiefs.

It was an ancient red dragon with tremendous strength.

His eyes were red and red, and he locked Woking's party.

Weird things also happened at this time ...

Obviously it is the most terrible pursuer and one of the culprits of the destruction of three thousand elite orcs, but its words are filled with the deepest despair.

"Oh! No! Hurry up! Leave me!"

"I can't control myself anymore!"

"I don't want to kill you, because your death will make my sins even deeper!"

Although Woking wants to refute it, ‘do n’t attack if you do n’t want to kill us! ’But Woking knew that the action of this red dragon had nothing to do with its will.

It is also a tragic existence.

Its name is the fallen Valastaz.

Yu Yunfei said

The next is more likely to wait until the evening, this is a noon update released in advance