Grom let the wolf rush to the top of the mountain, jumped up from the wolf's back, flew out of the cliff and struck down with a powerful and heavy slash! Even the huge Senluken could not ignore this fierce and reckless attack.

Attacking, he raised his arm to block the axe, and took advantage of the situation to send Grom flying out like a small beetle.

Grom's attack may not have any effect, but it is like a timely rain to boost morale for the troops. I struck while the iron was hot and shouted: "The heroic Warsong Orcs have already attacked, are we going to fall behind?

"

"For the Shadowmoon Clan!" Tarongor roared angrily and chanted a spell.

"For the Shadowmoon Clan!" "For the Blackstone Clan!" Many warlocks shouted in response. These two clans had the largest number of warlocks, and they were the first to be ignited in fighting spirit.

"For the Frostwolf clan!" I recognized the person who yelled as a young Frostwolf warlock named Gunn. But I always felt that I was familiar with him, as if I had seen him somewhere else.

I was pleased to see that everyone still had the basic concept of honor of the orcs. Even the old Drek'Thar shouted "for the Frostwolf clan" and joined the battle. Then countless shadows and fel powers bombarded the area.

Senluken's huge body caused more damage than I imagined.

"This monster...seems to use all its strength in attack instead of defense. We can take advantage of it!" I immediately made the correct judgment, "Move forward and prepare to cast spells together!"

"

Although the warlocks are spell casters, they are all orcs after all, and their basic physical fitness is still very good. They pushed forward against Senluken's spell attacks, and a large fireball bombard me next to them.

Good Tarongor chanted magic armor to withstand the attack, but the warlock named Lokama beside him was not so lucky. He was directly blown into the air and fell heavily to the ground. It was not known whether he was dead or alive.

The warlock troops suffered heavy casualties after advancing a short distance despite the attack, but they finally arrived at the expected location. I shouted: "Link the power and cooperate with me to use life drain!"

At the same time, the warriors under Chief Blackhand had also charged to the mountain. They threw a large number of spears, throwing axes and javelins to attack Senluken, causing more and more wounds on his huge body.

The javelin attached to the iron rope will become a burden to the Fire Giant, making it increasingly difficult for him to move freely.

"Ahhh!" The power of hundreds of warlocks were conveying to me. I felt infinite power emerging from inside my body, but this power was so wild that it almost tore my body apart, and my skin almost burst from the inside.

When the price broke, I was eager to vent this overly powerful force and sang magic loudly.

"Life-draining!" A green light as thick as a bucket shot directly at Senluken, hitting him in the chest. The Fire King let out a huge roar like a mountain collapsing, and released lava and flames more and more crazily, sweeping away countless orcs.

The warrior finally collapsed.

I clearly felt that I had absorbed an immense amount of power, and so did the other warlocks. After this battle, the warlocks officially possessed the third power besides shadow and evil—fire!

As Senluken's body disintegrated, cheers like a roaring tsunami rang out from all around. The orcs enjoyed the joy of victory and loudly sang the name of the hero in their hearts.

"Long live Gul'dan! Long live Gul'dan!"

Chief Blackhand seemed dissatisfied. He hoped that the soldiers would regard victory as the result of his command. To show his presence, he deliberately took a few steps forward, raised his arms and shouted: "In order to commemorate our heroes, I decided to

A volcano named Hand of Gul'dan!"

"What a name!" "Hand of Gul'dan!" "Long live the Warchief! Long live Gul'dan!" Led by Black Hand, the soldiers' cheers finally included his name.

He deliberately stepped forward to comfort me, and gently beat his left chest with his right fist to greet me. I also pretended to be respectful in return.

"Gul'dan, the blast furnace steelmaking you invented is really great." Blackhand pretended to be intimate and patted me on the shoulder. "After forging the magic iron into magic steel, the quality of the weapons has been greatly improved. Our throwing spears

If they can't even withstand that huge monster, how can the Draenei be our opponents? Hahaha."

The quality of this local steelmaking method is not high, but it is enough for Draenor, which has backward productivity. A puzzling sentence suddenly came out of my mind. I didn't have time to think about it, so I just respectfully said to the black hand

Said: "It still depends on the wise command of the great chief!"

"Hahaha." Blackhand was extremely satisfied with my respectful attitude. Although we both knew that we were just using each other, the seemingly harmonious relationship was still pleasant. He laughed and said: "There is no obstacle now, kill Kara

Wave!"

"Okay!" Grom was actually the first one to jump out and support him. He was holding high the weird ax called "Blood Roar", and it seemed that Senluken had just knocked him away without causing any harm to him.

Time passed by in a blink of an eye, and I was already standing in the middle of the stairs of the temple. The strong smell of blood irritated my nose, and even the soles of my shoes were covered with semi-solidified viscous blood, making me feel sick every step I took.

I even saw the brave and fearless Chief Durotan bending over and vomiting as ugly as a prince. Eh? Do I know any prince?

Of course, more orcs still enjoyed the killing. Kargath used his blade to pick up an unarmed Draenei priest, threw him down hard, and cut him into two pieces with another knife; the warchief's

His son Red insulted a corpse and stripped him of his clothes; his brother Maimu spat on another corpse; even the most popular chief of the tribe, Grom Hellscream, was instigating

Leading his men to plunder the loot.

At this moment, I suddenly had countless doubtful thoughts. Was what I did right? I led the orcs on the path of war and killing. Is this really the right way?

But at this time, I seem to have no way out, I can't turn back! The corpses of countless blue-skinned people are laying bloody on this road, but I can only keep walking, stepping on their corpses towards a victorious future.

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Tailan woke up from the nightmare again, and he immediately looked at his palm.

His skin was fair, neither brown nor green, and he was still a normal human being. But the dream was so vivid, so real that it frightened him.

"Remember this time, the name of the orc in my dream is Gul'dan!" Tyran murmured to himself: "But I seem to be from the Shadowmoon clan. In reality, isn't Gul'dan the chief of the Ravager clan?

?Speaking of which, it seems that the Ravager clan appeared in the last dream. Could this dream really happen? Have I personally experienced the history of the orcs?"
Chapter completed!