Chapter 224 The world slanders me, bullies me, humiliates me, laughs at me, belittles me, despises me, is this to me? All you have to do is whip him, beat him, kick him, stab him, chop him, but you can't kill him!

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There are no hidden dangers in the remote mountain villages that need to be eliminated, otherwise these civilians would not survive the arrival of Alterac's army. Music + Articles + Novels www.しwxs.com Like a vacation, Carlos has stayed here for five days. Having nothing to do, competing with his guards to learn martial arts, is a rare rest for a thoughtful king.

"Your Majesty, how did you do it?"

The young guard was also their little overlord who was invincible in single combat, but was knocked down by Carlos with one hand. He sat on the ground and asked with an expression of admiration and confusion.

"Don't be superstitious about looking at your shoulders when you're walking around. When wearing armor, every movement of the body will be amplified by the stiff armor, so there's no problem in judging the direction of attack by looking at the shoulder armor. But when not wearing armor, a person's The core of exerting force is the waist. What you need to observe is the midline, which is the upper part of the chest. Even if there is no big movement of the shoulders, the force can still be exerted."

Thinking that this young man was good, Carlos wiped his face with a towel and patiently explained the reasons.

The young guard rubbed his chin and thought for a moment, then stood up and prepared to challenge Carlos again.

At this moment, the captain of the guard personally delivered a letter. Carlos waved his hand to indicate that he would be here today, then checked the paint and opened the envelope.

After reading it, an inexplicable cool breeze blew from behind Carlos, making his spine tighten.

"The vacation is over, prepare to return to the camp, quickly, immediately, now."

Secret spies reported that three days ago, the Alliance and the Horde were in direct conflict one hundred and eighty-seven kilometers north-northwest of Nanhai Town. The battle lasted for a day and night. The Alliance lost 10,000 people and the Horde about 8,000.

When something goes wrong, there must be a monster. Carlos thought over and over about the tribe's unreasonable behavior.

There is no conspiracy, no back-up. Carlos didn't think it was strange to directly attack the strong fortifications built by the alliance and inflict such battle damage.

But what about purpose?

What is the purpose of Orgrimmar or Gul'dan?

You can look down on orcs, but you can't despise orcs.

Carlos deeply understood that there was no difference in intelligence between orcs and humans. Those who thought the orcs were fools are now buried in the earth and boiling in pots.

I am puzzled and confused. Carlos felt that he must quickly return to the army.

Something is about to happen that can change the entire situation of the war.

One hundred and eighty-seven kilometers north-northwest of Nanhai Town, it is an unremarkable place geographically, a small platform with an altitude of less than fifty meters. The alliance built a lookout post here and stationed only forty people.

But this small mesa is an important place that Gul'dan must keep in his hands.

Because this is the dead end of Azeroth's magic network.

After seeing his masterpiece, Orgrim attacked regardless of the cost. Although they suffered heavy losses, they successfully eliminated the surrounding alliance forces.

Humans felt that they had taken advantage of it and retreated ten kilometers.

And that's enough.

Under Gul'dan's auspices, the elemental cores and explosive sparks collected from the Burning Plains were corroded by evil energy and fused together. Under the infusion of demon blood, these cores gradually grew into a large stone burning with evil flames.

"It looks very powerful, but after losing half the supplies brought by the fleet, you just made me these catapult ammunition?"

Orgrim led his elite Blackhand clan to review Gul'dan's work and was very dissatisfied. The orcs around him felt that it was only a matter of time before the Doomhammer fell on Gul'dan.

"No. My warchief, these are indeed ammunition, but they are not for catapults. They are for warlocks."

Gul'dan turned a blind eye to Orgrim's anger and explained happily.

"So, head warlock, what new toy have you prepared for your henchmen, and tell me about it to make me happy?"

Orgrim stretched the Doomhammer upwards so that he could hold it more smoothly, and then walked to Gul'dan step by step.

"For these toys of yours, six thousand compatriots died fighting outside the strong fortress of mankind. Reason, I need a reason."

Orgrim was furious. On the contrary, the tone gave people the illusion of gentleness.

"The reason is that Hellfire can lead the tribe to victory and bring despair and death to mankind."

"Hellfire!?"

Orgrim certainly knew what hellfire was. We also know that powerful warlocks can summon hellfire from the void, but there is no comparison between these big burning rocks in front of us and those powerful stone monsters.

No. It should be said that apart from the color of evil energy burning, it is impossible to associate them together.

"The warchief of the tribe, Orgrim recognized by Doomhammer, the hope of the orcs, accept this gift, and then use it to your heart's content. In three days, the first batch of hellfire will be infused. All you need is to choose You go up against the Alliance in a place, and then watch these little babies fall on human heads and crush them. What a wonderful script, isn't it?"

"Prove it to me."

The corners of Orgrim's eyebrows were beating. Although he was tempted, he did not lose his mind. Ignoring Gul'dan's elation, the warchief of the tribe insisted on asking the warlock to prove that what he said was true.

"Then, as you wish."

The warlock put away his obsession with power, and the orc named Gul'dan showed a meaningful smile.

With a wave of his hand, a pool of active demon blood in Gul'dan's palm invaded the Hellfire Stone. The Hellfire, which had not yet been completely made, quickly took shape under the catalysis of Gul'dan's power.

Absorbing earth elements from the earth and using evil energy as power, the burning stone monster bared its teeth and claws, shouting silently with ignorant anger.

Gul'dan clenched his fist with five fingers, and he could barely see that the human-shaped Hellfire had shrunk back into an irregular, round rock full of pits and burning with ominous flames. The other free hand drew a mysterious rune that made people feel crazy just by observing the trajectory, and the shadow door connecting to the void opened in the sky.

Slowly lifting the Hellfire into the Shadow Gate, after a moment, Gul'dan said to Orgrim: "My Warchief, witness the power of your new toy, it has shocking power."

After finishing speaking, the Hellfire that submerged into the void passed through the Shadow Gate with huge kinetic energy, and hit hard less than ten meters behind Gul'dan.

The dust was flying on the ground, and half of Gul'dan's back was on the edge of the pit, which showed the warlock's extreme confidence in his magical abilities.

Gul'dan took a few steps forward and bowed his waist respectfully.

"My great chief, are you still satisfied? I said I will not betray your trust."

As a comment on Gul'dan's words, Hellfire's thick upper limbs clung to the edge of the pit, and his huge body stood up.

Are you demonstrating against me?

Orgrim was angry in his heart. He didn't believe in Gul'dan at all, but he had to admit that he needed the power of the warlock.

"Everything is for the Horde. Gul'dan, prepare everything. The war with the Alliance must end quickly."

"All for..."

Before Gul'dan could finish speaking, Orgrim turned and left, and the warriors around him followed the warchief. Gul'dan could feel that the murderous intent locked on his neck had disappeared. It seemed that the sword masters hiding in the dark had also left.

"The Burning Legion."

Gul'dan smiled triumphantly. (To be continued.)