Chapter 441

A light roar, light blue light flashed in the air.

"Bang!"

Grom stepped forward a few steps like a heavy hammer, his back suddenly exploded, the heavy armor sagged and cracked, and his posture was unstable.

But the strong Orc did not fall like most of his companions. Instead, he straightened up and roared at Lothar with his axe.

"When!"

The Tomahawk collided with the sword. The weight of both weapons was not light, making a dull noise.

Lothar took a few steps back and stormed back to grom.

This is not only a contest of strength, but also a collision of war skills. There is no doubt that both sides are the most powerful fighters.

Grom looked around him and saw the only human soldiers around him. Without hesitation, he roared and rotated. The bloody battle axe danced under the whirlwind like force and cut the two human soldiers into two parts.

At this time, there were only four soldiers and ghosts around Lothar, and two huge stone giants were still holding on. Other paper night forks, including those with solid stones, had been broken down in the attack of orcs. Lothar was equivalent to fighting alone.

Fortunately, the orcs followed the tradition. At this time, he was competing with grom. Even if the other orcs occupied the land, they would not attack him, but would quietly wait for him and grom to win.

Just after LOSA and grom made a few notes, a silver white metal figure fell from the sky and blocked them.

At the same time, a stone giant nearby collapsed.

Anyang ignores it, and pulls the angry Lothar: "Hey, I'm sorry for Karen's death, but don't be too angry. You stand behind the whole Azeroth, and you have to take responsibility for them."

Without a word, Lothar shoved him away and rushed back to grom.

But as soon as he took a step, he felt that one hand had grasped the armor behind him, and then his whole body leaped into the air, unstoppable, and the orcs and the battlefield under him were rapidly shrinking. And the power to control himself was so powerful that he could not get rid of it.

Above the sky, Anyang dropped the last heavy bomb.

"Boom!"

The ground was engulfed by the canyon in an instant, and huge flames filled the eyes.

Grom, the orcs at the front, the three wounded soldiers, and a stone giant were all covered in flames.

Anyang is flying forward with Lothar. He keeps flying for a moment, and soon catches up with the retreating King Ryan and others.

At this time, Lothar was no longer struggling. When Anyang put him down, he didn't speak, and the whole person seemed to lose his soul, and was stunned.

When King Ryan and others saw Anyang coming back with only Lothar, they were all silent.

……

The carriage was bumpy all the way, and Anyang was also sitting in the carriage, rolling with the bumps.

In fact, he was a little guilty and a little self reproached, because in fact, he could avoid the death of Karen and some other soldiers. As long as he caught the soldiers with an empty paper fork and flew through the sky before the orcs came, he could avoid being trapped.

But when he hesitated, he lost the best time to leave. Secondly, there were many shamans among the orcs. It was hard for him to leave with an empty paper fork. Moreover, it was his private heart, which could not be said to be a conspiracy or evil idea. He was worried. If he left easily, it would be hard for Lothar to realize that Medivh's power was out of control, and it would be hard to really suspect Medivh I'm a close friend.

So Anyang is silent.

For a long time, he sighed, rose up abruptly and rose to the sky, disappeared in the distance.

Lothar sat on the edge of the carriage and was not clear until he saw the figure of the departure. "Where is Medivh?" he said

King Ryan was silent and said, "he's in a coma. I asked kadjar and Garona to ride him back to karazan in a Griffin."

Lothar's eyes sank, and she didn't say much, but her breath was still a little short and her chest was fluctuating.

……

Anyang overtook the retreating orcs, but he did not speak out and followed them silently.

At dusk, the orcs return to the land of the curse.

The night soon came, and Durotan was temporarily released by virtue of his distinguished reputation and lofty honor. He went back to the camp of the frost wolf clan and met his wife and newborn son. But it was only because Guldan was afraid of his "little chief" and "hero" status that he gave him the last preferential treatment.

But he was disarmed, leaving no fangs tied to his arms as hand guards or claws.

No one knew that a completely invisible figure followed them and walked silently in the camp.

……

In the camp, the oil lamp is very dim, reflecting the atmosphere is particularly silent.

Durotan grabbed his child and put it in the cradle. He said to his wife draca, "our action failed. It's very dangerous now. You and the child must leave now. Guldan will not let us go. I will break through with all the people later, hoping to leave..."Before he had finished speaking, the curtain of the tent was flung open.

When Durotan looked back, he saw nothing there, and he was ready.

But for a moment, a light blue arc began to appear in the dark tent, and a silver white metal figure emerged, gradually becoming clear.

Draca was shocked and stared at the figure, which was not tall or strong, which was obviously a human from the aspect of body shape.

Anyang said softly, "Durotan, you make me feel very disappointed."

Durotan was silent and bowed his head. "It's my fault, I admit it."

"Who are you?" he snapped

Durotan waved his wife to calm down and said, "this is what I told you, prophet."

Anyang ignores draca and asks, "do you know the consequences?"

Durotan shook his head and said nothing.

Anyang's voice was a little cold: "in the original history, you would surrender to the black hand in exchange for the survival of the people, but Guldan still issued a killing order to the frost wolf clan, and kept it from ogrim. Your wife will die, your son will live in exile and be raised as a slave by human beings. You will challenge Gul'dan after being secretly released by ogram and be killed by him with evil power. The dissatisfied orcs can't resist. "

Durotan remained silent, but his chest heaved more violently.

"Do you have a name for your son? I guess it's guy. He's a great leader. "

It's a pity that the green kid should be Shrek when he grows up, right?

Durotan let out a low, dull roar: "what should I do? You tell me! "

As soon as Anyang waved, a pile of things fell to the ground. It was the equipment that Durant had been taken away.

Wolf skin, claw shaped fangs strung by ropes, and blood guard's axe.

"When I leave this door, I will clear the surrounding watchers and guards for you. After a nap, I will light the tent of the Western camp, and then I will destroy the tent of Guldan. I will let my summoned creatures attack the Western camp. You will leave here with the frost wolf clan. The human army will come in a few days. This is your last The opportunity. "

Durotan nodded heavily: "I see. Thank you, prophet."

Anyang didn't say much. His figure was hidden in the big tent again. Only the curtain that was suddenly opened could confirm his departure.

Durotan sighed and sat down, silent for a while, then stood up again: "I'll tell the people, you take the children away as soon as possible."

……

Anyang's figure continues to wander in the camp. An ancient sword glides silently in the air, shining a light magic luster, even when it penetrates the body of the ORC.

He is keen and ruthless to solve the problem of the green orcs that should not appear here, and hide the body.

At last, he took out his sniper rifle, aimed at the orc on the nearest tower, and pulled the trigger decisively.

The orc had fallen on the tower after a slight, inaudible sound.

Anyang's figure soared to the mountains to the west of the camp.

He summoned the six headed stone giant first, then swept the huge dark door behind him, locked the tower where Gul'dan was, thought about it, and moved away a little bit.

The missile suddenly shot out of the armor, dragging a long flame through the night sky, whistling into the air space next to Gul'dan's tower.

"Boom!"

A huge explosion, accompanied by the faint tremor of the earth, shocked many orcs.

They walked out of the camp one after another, but only saw the tower of Guldan, which was crumbling in the fire, as if it might be scattered at any time. Then the West hillside was rolling and making a dull noise. The earth was shaking rhythmically, and the trees fell in piles, as if several big guys were charging towards this side.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

"Ready to fight!"

The orcs rushed out.

Anyang stares at all this, ignites the propeller and flies down rapidly, and begins to murmur.

The skill of lighting fire dragon!

With a bang, a huge fire broke out in the air, turning into a long and powerful fire dragon, and raging forward.

The fire dragon may not be powerful, but as long as the past barracks can be ignited enough.

Anyang, however, is still working on the technique of kindling and tongues of fire to light a fire in this camp.

The west side of the orc camp was ablaze for a while.

The orcs came out of the camp, but they couldn't find the source of the fire at all. Even if the fire suddenly burned beside them, they didn't know how to light it.

"Mage, enemy mage attack!"

……

After all this, Anyang was determined to fly away and avoid meeting the powerful shamans and warlocks among the orcs.He rose to a height of several hundred meters and watched the frost wolf tribe in the east make a surprise attack. The soldiers and shamans riding on the frost wolf attacked violently and wiped out the remaining obstacles and led the clan away.

Most orcs have gone to deal with unknown attacks from the West. Even those who did not participate in the war, they also pay attention to where the fleeing frost wolf clan can be seen.

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