Sal sneered darkly, waved his hand, and the soldiers swarmed forward and surrounded Gudan.
With the situation under control, Sal found a chair and sat down calmly.
"Everyone in the world knows that my savior, Thrall, is kind and kind, and is the moral model of Azeroth. But I also have a bottom line. If you threaten me, don't blame me for being rude."
Draka burst into tears and just whimpered.
Durotan struggled to stand up, but a soldier stepped on his chest and begged helplessly:
"For the sake of your biological parents, please let us go. We will continue to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests and will never engage in worldly affairs."
Thrall came to Durotan and looked directly into his eyes:
"If it were you, would you agree?"
Durotan's expression changed.
The change of chief's position is full of blood and killing.
An old orc appeared in Durotan's mind, kneeling on the ground and begging bitterly, just to leave a single seedling for his relatives.
Durotan refused coldly.
Now it's just an exchange of positions, Durotan has become the orc kneeling on the ground.
"You are indeed my son, the outstanding orc chief."
Durotan gave up hope and slowly closed his eyes.
Gudan didn't care and said with a smile: "Durotan, my dear father, if I were the chief, this kind of thing would not happen."
Sal raised his head and looked at this brazen stand-in who had become his brother inexplicably, and suddenly felt a sense of boredom.
"Then you go and die first."
Two strong orcs lifted Gudan's shoulders, led him to the altar, and kicked him over.
Gu Dan's face was in close contact with the altar, and an orc stepped on his head. Gu Dan smiled and murmured:
"When I left the Tomb of Sargeras, someone told me that I had to lose my life to gain hope, and give up everything to gain strength, but I couldn't do it. I could never give up this orc body, and I couldn't let go of my feelings for the orcs. Time and time again, I
Being harmed by your tribe brings endless suffering in your life. Gul'dan, I'm sorry."
Sal was confused and thought he was talking nonsense, so he nodded.
An orc soldier drew his weapon and killed Gudan on the altar, with blood flowing freely.
"Look, an ambitious guy died like this." Thrall looked at Durotan with a ferocious smile: "It's ridiculous for a ruthless villain who loves killing to try to impress others with family affection. Durotan, what are you doing?
Treat others as they treat you, and among us orcs, this is retribution."
The Durotans were sent to the altar, and Thrall took one last look at Durotan. The brave chief of the Frostwolf clan cried like a baby.
After Sal left the cave, he looked at the clear sky and felt relaxed. The feeling of freedom was so good.
After that, you need to return to Orgrimmar and regain the position of warchief.
But Saurfang obviously refused to give up, and Saur had already thought of a countermeasure.
One hundred thousand orcs were borrowed from the Cave of Time and the army besieged the city, and Saurfang had to submit.
There is also the abyss lord Mannoroth, who is also on Thrall's side.
Saurfang is just a clown, unable to make big waves.
Just as Thrall was thinking about it, he saw a large group of Nagas surrounding them, and the one walking in front was Vashj.
The leader of Bloodmaul Outpost, the ogre Grenok, followed Vashj respectfully, smiling ingratiatingly.
"Foreman Gudan, you did a good job." Vasqi smiled happily.
All of Sal's ideas were shattered in an instant. He was disgraced and almost collapsed. He instinctively showed a flattering smile:
"Great Lady Vashj, it is my honor to serve you."
Vashchi smiled charmingly and called a maid over. The maid had snake hair like Vashchi.
The maid took out a small snake from her head and gave it to Sal.
"Swallow it," Vashj ordered gently.
The colorful venomous snake is as small as an earthworm.
Sal only felt his scalp numb, and he could only swallow it hard in front of everyone.
"This thing is called snake voodoo. It is an ancient giant magic. Once it occurs, the snake voodoo parasitizing in the body will replace you, and your body and mind will change, and you will become a beautiful Naga woman. To be honest, I don't want to see it.
Until this day, all those who have been cast spells by the Naga clan are handsome and handsome elf men, and you are the first non-elf clan."
After hearing this, Sal almost lost his mind. It was terrifying to think that he had turned into a snake-haired Naga, and that the soul in his body was not his own.
"As long as you do things for me honestly, you won't have an attack." Vaschi comforted her.
Sal quickly knelt on the ground: "It is my honor to serve you."
Vashj paused and said: "I received a tip that a group of businessmen in the slums of Shattrath City are very interested in Auchindoun's Mana Tomb. The Mana Tomb is a space node that hides a Titan artifact named
Node key, take it and give it to me, I promise to help you get rid of the snake's poison."
Thrall said seriously: "I will definitely complete my mission and bring glory to the Serpent Temple, but I need someone to help me."
Vashchi asked curiously: "Who do you want?"
"Woking."
Vol'jin has always been resourceful and is Thrall's indispensable think tank.
Of course, Sal has another bad intention.
If Vashj let Vol'jin out to do things, he would definitely force him to swallow the snake poison.
Snake poison comes from the troll clan, and perhaps Vol'jin has a way to remove it.
Vashj agreed without thinking: "Yes, it is his honor to let a troll swallow snake poison."
At Bloodmaul Outpost, an ogre is patrolling.
Suddenly, a dark wind blew into the ogre's body. His eyes instantly became dull and he sat on the ground stupidly.
Not long after, the ogre's body split open, its internal organs, flesh and blood were consumed, and a humanoid figure crawled out from inside.
The humanoid flesh and blood squirmed, and finally turned into a human man, picking up the ogre's torn clothes and draping them casually on his body.
"A new body, a new beginning. From now on, I am no longer Gudan. I'm sorry, Lord Guldan, I gave up the body of an orc and want to live for myself."
The newly born Gu Dan hummed a song and walked slowly outside the Bloodmaul Post. Suddenly, violent magic fluctuations came from behind him.
Gu Dan's face did not change, he turned around calmly, and a ball of green evil energy appeared in his palm, forming an oval-shaped barrier.
Hundreds of magic spells hit the barrier. Gu Dan's complexion changed and he was able to cast hundreds of magic spells in an instant. This person's magic skills were extraordinary.
A tall and thin humanoid creature floated down from the sky, wearing a gray robe, covering its head and face, only revealing a pair of blue eyes. It was unclear whether it was an elf or a human.
The humanoid creature made a hoarse voice: "It seems that Gul'dan succeeded. The demon of Sargeras has restored your talent. Congratulations."
Gu Dan asked warily: "Who are you?"
"I am the messenger of the moon god Elune, you can call me the messenger."
The messenger tilted his head and looked at Gudan: "Are you really sure you won't help the orcs? Do you know that the Moon God Elune has high hopes for you."
Gu Dan raised his eyebrows: "The strong man in the void who healed me made an agreement with me. Only by giving up the orc body can I regain my talent. You see, I am now a human."