Since ancient times, divine artifacts have belonged to the virtuous. Warlock, do you think you are virtuous?

Sunwing was wrapped in fire and carried Diakum to the strange oasis in the wilderness. After landing with exaggerated light and shadow effects, Diakum saw at a glance Rexxar sitting on the stone with a pained face, applying ointment to his hunting partner Dire Wolf Halasa.

The huge Sunfire Raven stood next to Rexxar with its wings folded and made a strange and angry cry.

At the edge of the forest not far from these two pets, a huge "Giant Treant" was lying upside down.

"Simplified version War Ancient? When did it come!"

Diakum was politely shocked when he saw that familiar thing.

This Giant Treant, which was just killed by Rexxar, really looks too much like the iconic "war beast unit" in Shadow Elf Moon Goddess Kingdom.

It is completely an ancient tree rising from the ground, with roots and branches forming its legs, turning the vines into destructive arms, and the huge shade of the tree is its battle helmet. The attack power of this thing may not be as good as Gronn, but its durability is probably much more exaggerated than Gronn.

The latter are at least flesh and blood creatures, but this tree man can't feel pain at all.

"It's rare to see you, Beast Speaker, in such a miserable state. Theoretically, you can communicate with all natural creatures in the wilderness. Why are you in such a mess?"

Diakum stepped forward to check on the wailing Dire Wolf Halasa, and found that the loyal beast had a broken leg bone and signs of poisoning, so he reached out and called to the warm Holy Light to heal him, and then looked at the helpless Rexxar.

To be honest, if he were not wearing his iconic wolf-skin "Batman" battle helmet, Rexxar's face, a mixture of Ogres and Orcs, would always look a bit silly.

But Halasa will never encounter Shadow Council's plot in this timeline. Dire Wolf can also live for a long time. According to Orcs, they will die Dire Wolf has the habit of peeling off its skin to make protective gear. At present, if this Rexxar wants to become "Orcs Batman", it is estimated that we have to wait forty or fifty years conservatively.

Aren't the day lilies all cold by then?

Just when Vigilant was thinking about whether he should help Rexxar find the "classic skin", facing his inquiry, Rexxar said hoarsely:

"My ability to communicate has failed. All the creatures in this forest refuse to communicate with me, and they are very hostile. I can hear them insulting me, cursing me and even wanting to kill me.

It's very dangerous here, Vigilant.

Even a blade of grass or a vine is eager to kill something, and beings like us are their most disgusted targets.

I can't understand where this hatred comes from, but it's obvious."

He glanced at Giant Treant who almost smashed his Dire Wolf to death, shook his head and said:

"It is impossible for us to enter the center of the woodland through peaceful means, but the good news is that according to Rukhran's adventurous reconnaissance, I can confirm that the passage in the center of the woodland leads to a hidden area.

The Life Force there was so strong that it made me panic, and it was so violent that it made me uneasy.

Even... I felt a rare feeling of fear!

That is not normal Life Force, it is not gentle nature at all, it is even more dangerous than the devil."

"That's correct."

Diakum applied healing magic to Halasa to help it heal its broken bones. Feeling the power of healing surging, Dire Wolf, who was domesticated by Rexxar and was very psychic, licked Diakum's hand armor with his tongue to express his gratitude. Diakum also liked these loyal and fierce "big dogs".

He reached out and tried to touch Halasa, but Dire Wolf slyly avoided it. Obviously, that was a position that only Rexxar could touch.

Vigilant looked at the peaceful but murderous woodland in front of him and said:

"This woodland is the "cemetery" of Creation Force. In the beginning, the Life Progenitor who could devour the world as nourishment to promote themselves to "living planets" in the star sea, now only have this little reverberation left in front of them.

It is more like a seed waiting to sprout for the second time, but who dashed its hope of "upgrading"? And who transformed this world that should have completely belonged to the realm of life into what it is today?

It deserves to hate you, Rexxar.

Because you are also the result of the echo of the ancient power of order in today's world. To it, you are the descendant of the "enemy".

Stay here, or go help Maraad and Garona regain the artifact that can control Gronn.

I'll go in alone!

I am not a native of Draenor, I am an outsider, and its hatred of me is unreasonable, not to mention that I came with good intentions and wanted to talk to it and ask for its assistance."

"I'll go with you!"

Rexxar Although he felt the danger, he still did not flinch. He said:

"This is not only to ensure the ultimate unity of the K'ure Alliance, but also for my herd. Don't forget, I came here to find our place in this world for my herd.

This is my mission as a beast!"

"Then follow, and try not to make a move, so as not to attract a more powerful counterattack from Life Force."

Diakum waved his hand and took out Ashbringer, holding the giant blade and stepped onto the edge of the grass in front of him.

At this moment, a huge violent will turned into a scolding explosion and exploded on his mental level, allowing Diakum to vaguely see a humanoid figure surrounded by green light, angrily scolding him for his arrogance.

This mental impact made Vigilant feel rare pressure and pain.

But he did not retreat but advanced, and took the second step despite the mental torture. The holy power in his body also began to enter a burning state, and the White Holy Flame wrapped around the sharp blade of Ashbringer also began to beat.

This made the other party realize that intimidation alone could not prevent this foreign hoof man from entering the realm of ancient life, so the other party decisively removed the mental interference and oppression, and instead used more direct "physical persuasion" to ask Holy Light to stay away from the living Holy Land.

In the Rexxar's Dire Wolf and the raven's frightened screams of warning, the woodland in front of you "came alive"!

The trees rolled back and the earth shook. Between the cracks in the rocks, a Primal Thornbeast giant like a moving hill stepped on heavy four hooves and shook its humanoid upper body like a giant mammoth. Its humanoid upper body and Reindeer's lower body appeared in front of the intruders.

It waved its left hand, which was made up of vines and trees. In the swirling gathering of black blood-sucking vines, a heavy primitive living wood halberd appeared in its hand.

It lowered its head, its face shaped by the strange postures of trees and plants as if wearing a crown of thorns, and its green but cold eyes stared at the two people in front of it, the meaning of destruction in it was self-evident.

Demigod!

A primitive demigod composed entirely of plants appeared quietly in front of Diakum and Rexxar. The fierce Mok'Nathal man grasped his double axe, but he did not think that he was the opponent of the life giant in front of him.

"Back off!"

Diakum reminded:

"This is just the guardian that Heart of Life of Draenor created for himself. It is the real eternal life. It does not have the concept of "death" but is just an extension of the superior power. You can understand it as the gatekeeper of Evergrowth Woods.

Eternal Tarna

The legendary undefeated giant spirit of the local Khajiit!

Their ancestors had witnessed the horrific war between the eternal forest giant and the ruthless Magnaron lord "The Destroyer" Dofur. It is said that it was that war that lasted for hundreds of years that shaped the current Gorgrond."

"We must defeat it to enter Evergrowth Woods."

Rexxar sighed and said:

"I heard it clearly this time. This forest has given us a test. No, to be precise, it is a test for you. They have smelled the breath of the "ancient enemy" you carry. This will be an endless battle."

"I'm happy to accept it!"

Vigilant held the heavy blade and strode forward, he said:

"Ancient power of life, I am not the heir of your enemy. I have nothing to do with Pantheon's Titan! But if you have to show power to allow me to step into your Holy Land, then, please forgive me for the offence."

"Huh? Why are there so many Shadow Council assassins being Execute here?"

High Overseer Eitrigg, who had suffered the same "personnel changes" as Orgrim Doomhammer, frowned and looked at the burned corpses in front of him. By inspecting the weapons and belongings in the hands of these guys, the keen Warlord quickly confirmed their identities.

He looked back at the way he came, and he had a clear understanding in his heart.

"You came for me! But I was unlucky and accidentally bumped into the hands of a passing "knight"."

Eitrigg threw away the melted dagger in his hand and said to the strong young Orcs next to him who was wearing a black wolfskin battle helmet and carrying a huge black battle ax:

"If you hadn't been protecting me, Nazgrel, I'm afraid that the one who died here today would be me, the "obstruction" that many people are tired of."

Facing Warlord's teasing, the sturdy Orcs Warrior made a disdainful expression and waved his hand, indicating that they should continue on their way.

It takes more than a day to walk from here to Talador. It is not safe if Son of Gronn appears on this road. Although he is not afraid to challenge the giant beast and regards it as his own practice, Eitrigg Warlord is not a Orcs who is good at force.

In other words, compared to his top-notch wisdom and decision-making among Orcs, his martial arts are not that outstanding.

"Why did you drink Demon Blood? Nazgrel."

Eitrigg Warlord rode on his Dire Wolf. He looked at the brave Warrior who had been serving as his guard recently to prevent him from being assassinated. Seeing that Nazgrel was silent, Eitrigg said softly:

"I guess you are not tempted by Gul'dan's rhetoric, and you are not interested in the conquest of Great Chieftain. As the last member of the Black Scar Clan, carrying the battle ax of Selahsil, you are eager to find an opportunity to rebuild the clan in this conquest, so you went to Throne of Glory as a wanderer, right?"

"Bullshit Throne of Glory! I really believed their evil deeds."

Young Orcs said dumbly:

"When I drank that disgusting thing, Black Scar Clan's last Warrior soul was also stained. I regretted it at the time. If Old Dal Chieftain hadn't stopped me, I would have killed Gul'dan with my family heirloom axe, and then killed myself to protect my honor.

I traveled alone throughout Draenor and experienced so many challenges, not to become a minion of the devil.

You have destroyed me!

But if I didn't have greed and stubbornness in my heart, how could I have fallen into such a bad trap?

Don't ask any more questions, Eitrigg, I protect you not because of anyone's orders, but purely because of the friendly personal relationship between you and my father, the previous owner of this Selahsil battle axe, Kasrak.

I regard you as my father, but only you!

Your allegiance to War Horde makes me sick. I will never participate in your shameless war. Black Scar Clan's Ancestral Spirit has explained everything to me in my dream.

I have paid the price for my youth and Recklessness, and I cannot allow myself to continue to degenerate."

"But you can do greater things, son, come back with me to Talador, and I will introduce you to Orgrim Doomhammer Warlord."

Eitrigg whispered:

"He will lead us to prevent everything from sliding into a more terrifying abyss. He has that ability!

If you want to rebuild Black Scar Clan, Orgrim and I will fully support you. The glory that belongs to you in the glorious legend of the Battle of Blood River should be spread again. This Gorgrond wilderness will always have Black Scar Clan's territory. Huh?

Wait!

Do you feel it?

The ground is shaking, something is wrong! It's not like the movement of a Gronn walking, many heads are gathered together! What's going on? Doesn't Gronn live alone? It's not their mating period yet!"

"It's nearby."

Nazgrel is the last warrior of the Black Scar Clan. Being able to wield the Selahsil battle ax proves his extraordinary physical strength.

Although this huge black battle ax is far less famous than Flame Blade, Gorehowl and Doomhammer, it is still a legendary weapon created by the once powerful Black Scar Clan using the best Blackrock Clan minerals and elemental power.

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He drove the red and gray Dire Wolf to the hills not far away to look out, and Eitrigg also chased after him. Soon, the two Orcs saw the ongoing battle in the valley not far away.

But what surprised them was that, faced with the siege of three huge Son of Gronns and some underage Gronns, the local tiger-men who were just bandits in the past actually chose to continue fighting instead of collapsing at the first touch.

What's more important is that these Blade Tooth Tiger-Man's battles are actually to cover a Blue Skins Garrison Commander.

The opponent was wielding Gemstone Warhammer and was fighting several Warlock dressed as Shadow Council, with a hidden and dangerous assassin as his teammate.

The two sides were fighting over an object. The object like Petrified Heart was grabbed by a Warlock, who loudly called Gronn to come to help. The battle was extremely fierce, and both sides suffered casualties.

"That Petrified Heart can control Gronn?"

Eitrigg immediately narrowed his eyes and said to Nazgrel:

"We must capture it!"

"Then hand it over to your brutal Great Chieftain and let him use it to destroy the world?"

Young Orcs took off his battle ax and said disdainfully:

"I would rather destroy it than let both sides get it! Creatures like Gronn are too dangerous. Once they gather together and get out of control, who can stop them from destroying everything? They are not creatures that can be controlled at all.

In our Black Scar Clan tradition, Gronn and the older Magnaron are the eternal masters of the Gorgrond wilderness. They are the will and soul of the earth."

"Then just destroy it."

Eitrigg did not argue with Nazgrel, he urged:

"I, an old man, won't go up there and be conspicuous. You can go ahead. Don't delay. Come in and out quickly."

"Where is Warlock from Shadow Council?"

Orcs Warrior said:

"They will definitely talk nonsense."

"Look what you said, Ner'zhul and Shadowmoon Clan psychics don't help, how can a dead person speak?"

Eitrigg curled his lips and said:

"Stop testing me, I hate Shadow Council as much as you do!

I can assure you that no matter how Orgrim plans to end this abominable depravity, Gul'dan and his henchmen are the ones we must completely eradicate! If you are willing, we can leave Gul'dan to you to solve."

"Huh, let's just say that!"

Nazgrel had a smile on half of his face under the wolf-skin battle helmet. He carried the heavy battle ax and nimbly followed the ridge and rushed into the valley with a few jumps.

Eitrigg returned to Dire Wolf and picked up a pair of flying dragon bone bows and a pot of arrows. He looked for a support position at this high place.

Maraad had just killed a Warlock and his demon, and was about to cover Garona to seize the Heart of the Magnaron artifact. In the blink of an eye, he saw a fierce Green Skins carrying a huge and astonishing black battle ax coming towards him.

His heart sank, thinking that this was reinforcements from Shadow Council.

The aura on the opponent and the entwining blood-colored anger made him look like a legendary Warrior. He was about to step forward to stop him, but unexpectedly he saw the opponent swinging a tomahawk and throwing it with a unique technique. The cruel thing whizzed and spun and slashed into the back of a Shadow Council member who couldn't dodge.

This time he cut that idiot in half.

"Humph"

Orcs looked past Maraad, glanced at him, and made an indifferent snort from his nostrils, but instead of attacking, he made a gesture to him.

Maraad I understood it in this moment.

He and the Orcs who entered the battlefield randomly attacked in two directions, slashing like tigers and wolves, beating Shadow Council's dogs Warlock until they cried for their fathers and mothers. They called Gronn to help, but it turns out that this Heart of the Magnaron may need some unique methods of use.

Gronn came, but was attracted by the tiger hunters who were jumping up and down constantly throwing spears to harass them, completely ignoring Warlock's pleas.

Seeing that something was not going well, the high-level Warlock holding Heart of the Magnaron gritted his teeth and threw the Petrified Heart in his hand into the distance, allowing the Garona who was supposed to kill him to rush out with a dexterous Shadow Step, grab the petrified heart and fall under the hill.

High-level Warlock laughed and jumped on a magic bat and rushed into the sky.

But just when he was about to escape, a roaring arrow hit him in the face, causing the high-level Warlock to scream and fall to his death. With an arrow stuck in his head, he got up before begging for mercy when he was hit by Gemstone Warhammer and the black battle ax at the same time.

"Goldmane! Come with me! Let's lure Gronn away!"

Garona called out to the tiger followers, and Kalash Goldmane also whistled for the local tiger "old cousin" to retreat quickly.

It chased Garona out of the valley on its own, and the irritable Gronns were also attracted by Petrified Heart and left here. The bustling battlefield suddenly became quiet, leaving only a few injured little Gronns with nowhere to escape. As a result, they were caught by the dexterous and fierce Khajiit hunters with net bags and chains.

For the local Khajiit clan, it was a rare victory to defeat three Gronn in one battle. The most powerful hunter master "Sun Claw" among them let out an excited howl, and other Khajiit retreating along the ridge also responded, making the valley filled with the joy of "the apes on both sides can't stop crying".

On the battlefield where Warlock's remains were scattered, Maraad stared warily at the powerful Orcs Warrior in front of him. The latter wiped the tip of his nose with a black battle ax and looked Maraad up and down.

Perhaps in recognition of Great Uncle's fierce martial arts, he gave a thumbs up and waved, then turned around and left without any regrets.

He saw with his own eyes that the "artifact" could not control Gronn!

It can only lure and influence the giant beast, and its control power is quite limited. Even if Draenei gets it, it will be difficult to use it for large-scale destruction, so Nazgrel no longer chases Garona to destroy that thing.

Killing so many Warlock still made Black Scar Warrior satisfied. He even let go of the Khajiit bandits and quickly disappeared on the ridge just like when he appeared, where his companions should be waiting.

Maraad carried Gemstone Warhammer and watched this strange Orcs leave.

He could feel the eagerness in the other party's heart. It stands to reason that Orcs, who drank the demon blood, could not suppress the desire for destruction in his heart, but this Orcs behaved quite "honestly".

This made Garrison Commander realize that some outstanding Orcs Warrior can really suppress the chaos of demon blood by relying on willpower. It may also be that the strange "Spirit Wolf Tattoo" in that guy is helping him maintain his sanity.

Maraad indeed heard from the rangers about the new faith that emerged in War Horde. That demon Black Wolf God already has many Orcs believers.

But why this guy let me go is really doubtful, and I actually owe a favor to Green Skins today.

Gee, that's really strange.

On the other side, when the satisfied Nazgrel returned to the ridge with his tomahawk on his shoulder, Eitrigg stared at him dissatisfied. Just as he was about to ask, he heard Nazgrel explain:

"The Shadow Council assassins who were supposed to be coming for you just now were killed by Blue Skins. The war hammer in that guy's hand matches the shape of the wounds on the assassins. You owe them a life, old man, so just admit it this time!

Or is it that after drinking the demon blood, you, a guy who advocates glory, have even forgotten the principle of "repaying kindness with gratitude"?"

"This is different! Nazgrel, that thing can affect the war. Oh, forget it, it doesn't make sense to a young man like you who only thinks about glory. If you don't get it, you don't get it."

Eitrigg shook his head and said:

"Anyway, I am guilty now, and it is not safe to hold the artifact in my hand. Gul'dan will definitely regard me as a thorn in his side. If the artifact falls into the hands of Blue Skins, it can also attract the hatred of Shadow Council.

Let's go.

Let's get out of here as soon as possible!

However, did the half-Orcs assassin just now look familiar to you? Isn't that the Havorosen that Gul'dan personally trained before? How did she get together with the Blue Skinss? "

"Doesn't this mean that Gul'dan's training failed? It means that Gul'dan is not as powerful as you think, and he will die even if he is hit with an axe."

Nazgrel showed a hint of Warrior's smile and said:

"I can't wait to see the old guy's miserable begging for mercy, and I will cruelly refuse him! I want to use Gul'dan's head to embellish Black Scar Clan's ancient Battle Standard, or use his black heart or eyeballs.

I guess a lot of people have already pre-ordered that disgusting head, but it's going to be mine!

Remember what you promised me!

My battle ax can work for you or Orgrim, but the prerequisite is that Gul'dan and his henchmen must die! The ending of anyone staying with them will not be good. In addition, Shadow Council assassinated you all in plain sight, and Warlock obviously do not want you to return to Blackhand.

So, how long are you and Orgrim going to endure it?

Blackhand acquiesces to Warlocks for using the plague, but they still target our compatriots! You know what this means, your Great Chieftains have gone crazy!"

"Shut up! Just do whatever I ask you to do next. This matter will be over soon."