Stormwind God

As in the past, Gul'dan believes this will succeed, but he is still not entirely sure.

But as an evil warlock with a supreme spirit of inquiry, there is nothing he cannot sacrifice. Moreover, Gul'dan is fully convinced that if he fails, he will survive unharmed.

"let's start!"

He nodded to Gujar, who shouted at the gathered ogres.

This is recruiting mice.

After a while of banging (actually beating each other) and grunting and yelling, the weakest of the ogres came forward.

Of course, even if this guy is weak in the ogre, he has several times the weight of a human and twice the height.

Gujar yelled at the ogre, and the guy was brave and right, shrugged his shoulders and walked into the open space in the middle of the stone.

He stood in the middle of the pentagram and waited, motionless.

One of the advantages of ogres is that they will stand firmly when asked. If it wasn't for another order or to find food, the ogre could stand there for hours, moving like a marble statue.

Gul'dan often feels that these guys have evolved from stone. It could also explain their thick skin that can easily resist the sword and their inferior intelligence.

If Gul'dan ordered them to "go forward", they would spend a few seconds thinking about the "magic" life, perhaps recalling the deliciousness of the humans that they ate last night, drooling, and then find a direction to go forward and kill the way Everything that is not pleasing to the eye, sometimes even includes his own kind or theoretical master.

With choice, Gul'dan would never cross Gulgar to order this group of stupid people.

Gujar is here, at least this bunch of idiots will go in the right direction, and there is no need to worry about hurting them. Of course, efficiency is still a mystery. Sometimes they can think about life while being poked at their thighs with a knife.

When only two-headed ogres are present, their combat efficiency will reach a qualified level.

Gul'dan's thoughts returned to his sight again, and he raised his arms and began to resonate with the dark energy given to him by Draeger Kil'jaeden, the deputy leader of the Burning Legion while in Draenor.

The evil force tore the plane, crossed the space, and poured into Gul'dan. As a medium, he immediately divided it into five, teleported it to the soul crystals on the chests of the five warlocks, and finally injected it into their faces. Right Rune Stone.

The smell of stench, decay, and decay is eroding the power of arcane originating from nature.

This is not without cost.

Nature instinctively resists corrosion and invasion. A dazzling brilliance erupted from the depths of the earth and transmitted directly to the rune stones. The discernible energy violently backfired at the five warlocks attempting to pollute the runestones.

The counterattack power was so violent, the skull head of the warlock's skull staff standing on the spot on the spot cracked. Less than half a second after the smell of stinky death oozed out, the power of the earth seemed to find a vent and suddenly stormed towards the warlock.

"Woo" is the first unlucky ghost to suffer.

The wild power of nature generally crashed into the guy's body, and you can see that every pore on his arms had an unknown plant like a small grass sprout growing out.

"Waste!" Gul'dan sipped.

Without his reminder, Gujar took away the dead warlock and filled the position himself.

Three seconds later Gul'dan had to do the same thing as the two-headed ogre wizard.

This feeling of helplessness must be played in person, making Gul'dan unhappy.

Fortunately, the only three guys left are significantly higher than the two dead ghosts just now. Now, the five masters each chose the stone in front of them to be filled with dark energy.

When all the rune lines on all five rune stones were flooded with black light and vibrating, Gul'dan focused his mind on a short spell.

Every note in the evil spell contained the **** meaning of taboo, which made Orgrim watching uncomfortable. The chieftain frowned, but unfortunately he had no choice. The shaman was not good at breaking the enemy's magic defense, and his only shaman strong, Zuluhed, was obviously more than two stops behind Gul'dan.

More dark energy ran along Gul'dan's wrinkled skin, drawing an arc from scarlet fingertips into his rune stone.

But this time, this energy is no longer a simple injection.

The overflowing demonic atmosphere turned into a black comet, passed through the stone on the far left front end at high speed, and then jumped to the nearest stone on his right. The power of the demon did not stay, it continued to the left near the far end, then to the right far end, and finally returned to the stone in front of him.

A glistening pentagram is connected to all five stones, and where black comets pass by, innumerable complex mantras emerge on the land that is quickly blackened and there is no trace of life.

The next moment, the sky above the entire altar was suddenly dark, and the huge energy corroded by the darkness suddenly rushed to a height of 1,000 kilometers, and then burst open at high altitude.

A strange storm of white light clockwise tornado and black dark mane counterclockwise tornado soon appeared in the sky. This storm was directly connected from the ground to thousands of meters high, even clearly visible from hundreds of miles away.

This terrible storm alarmed the entire area, all the high elves who were fighting the trolls.

The ogre in the pentagram is still like a stone, standing there stiffly, although Gul'dan has seen clear fear in that guy's eyes.

Unfortunately, he is facing Gujar.

A born two-headed ogre, the absolute dominator in the ogre.

Even if he was afraid again, even if Gujar wanted him to die, he had to obey.

"Very good, Gujar chose a good guy." Gul'dan grinned grinningly.

The power of the earth resonated with the sky.

The power of the demonized rune stone was eventually guided by Gul'dan to the one standing among them, apparently without shaking, but with an unshakable heart.

A black circle of light surrounds him.

It started with one lap, and then with countless laps.

The black energy, if it is substantive, is dumped on the ogre, and the more it falls, the more it turns into a huge black sphere. And the entire ogre was devoured by this opaque dark giant ball.

The immeasurable dark energy turned into a black storm, drilling through every pore of the ogre, every hole into his body.

"Ahhhhhh!" The ogre finally could not help but screamed.

A moment later, the screams doubled, because it was the screams from both heads. (To be continued.)

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