22 Hunters Never Lack Patience, but Blind Hunters Always Take the Wrong Path [Bonus Release 25/50]

Chapter 67 22. Hunters never lack patience, but blind hunters will always go the wrong way [Update 25/50]

(Additional update for brother "Chi Wanzi de Gugu" [5/5])

"Cough cough cough"

Amidst the violent coughing, Gul'dan opened his eyes.

He felt as if he had really died once, but death did not give him rest. On the contrary, the torn and incomplete soul was thrown into the evil fire for forging, like a piece of hot iron being struck countless times on the anvil, in order to peel off the incompetent debris from the weak soul and inject something sharper into it.

This is the punishment of the devils for losers.

Gul'dan knows this very well, he has been secretly serving Polluter for a long time.

He was very aware of the work style of Great Demon Lord who traveled across the stars. If he hadn't been somewhat useful, he might have been fed to the dogs by the cruel demons the moment he fell into Twisting Nether when his body was burned to pieces by that terrifying Vigilant.

Feeding the dog in the truest sense!

Ever since Sargeras's favorite pet, the crazy and abominable Fel Hound lord Red Maw, died of "Light Butcher" Hand of Diakum more than 20,000 years ago, the demons of the Burning Legion have been searching for new "spiritual comfort" in the star sea for their owners who lost their pets.

Even though Fel Hound is inherently rare, it is still found a lot by demons who are eager to flatter themselves.

Among them, the two most outstanding, cruel and violent "twins" were sent to Argus to train and follow Dark Titan in hunting the void, but the remaining defective ones were taken under Polluter. It is said that this is related to Polluter's past experience. In short, it very much favors those demonic creatures with beast-like postures.

Gul'dan knows this. He has seen more than once in the nightmares spun by Fel how Fel Lord named "Hakkar the Houndmaster" uses the soul from Material World as delicious dog food to be shared with those vicious and violent hellhounds.

He knew that Polluter's tolerance for failure had its limits. If he brought another failure to it, his result would not be better than those souls thrown to dogs.

But this death is not necessarily all bad.

Polluter Although it is as cruel as other demons, it at least has a brain.

It knows that the failure of Gul'dan means that the power of Orc Warlock is no longer enough to cope with the Draenor situation after Diakum returns, so the calcining of Fel in Twisting Nether is the process of infusing power into Gul'dan.

Generally speaking, this process is called "magic casting".

It and "Demon Ascension" are two concepts. The former is strengthening, and the latter is the blessing of life form promotion. As long as Gul'dan completes the tasks ordered by Polluter, he can also receive the reward from Demon Ascension, truly join Burning Legion in a more glorious and powerful manner, and become one of the overlords of the destruction of the star sea.

That was a promise given long ago, and it was also one of the original motivations for Gul'dan to work conscientiously.

As Orcs, who was born in a weak position and was regarded as useless and incompetent by the aggressive and ruthless tribe since childhood, Gul'dan has such a burning desire for power and strength in his heart. In order to realize his own ambition, nothing is indispensable in the eyes of Orcs.

"You're back!"

A flattering call awakened Gul'dan from the painful remnants of the magic cast, and also allowed Orc Warlock to return to his original cold and ruthless posture in an instant.

He knew that Shadow Council, which he had built with his own hands, was filled with "heroes" from all walks of life. If he did not maintain a cold attitude at all times, he would easily be eaten up by this group of bastards who were as "outstanding" as him in the field of doing bad things.

Gul'dan knows very well what kind of disciples he has taught.

He let out a cold snort, moved his stronger, greener and larger body and stood up from Soul Well's ceremony. Immediately, Warlock handed him a Orcs style skull staff, as well as a dark green one. His hood and robe were also draped on him, and those bone spurs that became even more ferocious after being infused with Fel had turned into green crystals, making Gul'dan look quite majestic as a "great Fel".

There are green flames visible to the naked eye burning on his neck, arms and waist, which are the "light and shadow special effects" that come after the magic casting. The weakness of the soul that was torn apart has been filled by pure Fel.

Under the gazes of several high-level Warlock below, Gul'dan casually grabbed it, and a liquid-like mass of activated scorch Hellfire was held in his palm.

"Well, power."

Orcs chuckled lightly.

He could feel that the gift from Polluter allowed him to easily gain greater power, and he could even vaguely feel the existence of the power level called "demigod". Gul'dan knew that he was now among the best among the legends of Draenor.

But he was still not sure whether he could win against the crazy "Holy Light incarnation" that day.

This tragic defeat taught Gul'dan to be cautious. Draenei is not as weak and incompetent as he thought. Especially after the return of Vigilant Saint, who was very iron-blooded at first glance, it is probably not that easy for Orcs to use war to win over those Blue Skins.

But that's not a bad thing, he's always good at looking at problems from both sides.

Once Draenei shows too much aggressiveness, it will encourage those Orcs clans who are still hesitant to join Horde under pressure.

Great Chieftain Blackhand would also be happy to see such a trend, but the top priority now is to quickly tie the most belligerent legends Chieftain among Orcs to their own chariots, so that they will no longer have the possibility of doing cowardly acts.

In this regard, Gul'dan already has a complete plan, but before returning to Nataan Jungle, he still has one last thing to complete in Shadowmoon Valley. He cannot go back to see Blackhand with a stupid failure.

That Great Chieftain doesn't have a very good temper, although his bad temper makes him more suitable to be a puppet.

"So, Teron'gor, my excellent apprentice, have our friends at Karabor Temple sent back the message?"

In this dark and remote hiding place, with the braziers set up around it burning, Gul'dan asked. The legendary Warlock, known as "Teron'gor", immediately stepped forward and answered with great humility:

"Just before you awakened from the glory of the magic forge, my beloved mentor and our weak Blue Skins friends sent back a message. They are willing to help us take risks in Karabor Temple to stop the Vigilant Saint that has just returned. They are also willing to cooperate with your upcoming devastating attack on that golden city.

But they have a request.

They don't seem to think that Vigilant will die in this attack. They think that the resurrected Saint is a big trouble. They ask us to cooperate with them to complete the assassination of Diakum Zastinss elsewhere!

To be on the safe side, they decided to summon a Fel demigod into Draenor to serve as the executioner.

But that knowledge is only in your hands."

"Well, to think about it safely, I have personally competed with Diakum. I fought hundreds of rounds with that dangerous incarnation of Holy Light, with no outcome, but he seems to have a strange power that can make Holy Light converge on him in an exaggerated and unreasonable way.

I was unprepared for this and got a harsh lesson that woke me up."

Gul'dan boasted a few words for himself expressionlessly, coughed again, and said:

"He is indeed a strange Blue Skins and must be treated with caution! Our friend's caution is very reasonable. A Fel demigod entering Material World can indeed accomplish this thing. So, I'll leave it to you, Teron'gor.

I will teach you the knowledge you need."

He looked at his best disciple and warned:

"Don't underestimate Diakum Zastinss. That Draenei Saint is very dangerous. Since you want to assassinate, you must be well prepared before acting. You must not act too hastily."

"I obey your teachings, my master."

Teron'gor, who was tall and looked more like Warrior than Warlock, nodded very respectfully. Orcs, the big guy wearing a green magic horn helmet, asked again:

"But if I cooperate with Socrethar's disciples to carry out this assassination, then who should lead the attack on Karabor Temple?

The other party said that they could only create a window for us, which meant that we would not be able to send a large army, and because the anger of the elements caused the Shadowmoon Valley terrain to change, it would be difficult for the large army to pass quickly.

We must select the best!

It must be powerful enough, otherwise the combat power shown by Saint would be nothing more than sending a few more dead ghosts to increase his record.

Even if there is a high probability that we cannot assassinate him this time, we still have to leave him with deep enough injuries to facilitate the subsequent assassination of that guy."

"Haha, I already have the perfect candidate, you don't have to worry about this."

Gul'dan looked thoughtful and inscrutable. He walked among his apprentices leaning on his bone staff, feeling the fear and panic in the hearts of these Warlock. He was very satisfied with this.

He said:

"I will create a perfect opportunity for our friends, and I will also create a perfect opportunity for our assassins and breaker. That Draenei Saint defeated me and humiliated me, but I will return the favor soon!"

I will let him see with his own eyes the power that our Orcs has. Karabor Temple is destined to burn brightly tonight.

Ah, the fall of this gorgeous city into a sea of fire will truly usher in an era of war between Draenei and Orcs.

Draenor is too small!

This world cannot support so many races and civilizations. Orcs is destined to rise with war, and Horde is destined to rise on the bones of other races!"

"All this will be accomplished under your leadership."

Teron'gor added carefully, which made Gul'dan satisfied but did not show it. He just asked casually:

"Shadowmoon Warlock How are prepared?"

"As you commanded, they never stopped, Master."

The big guy Warlock replied seriously:

"At noon today, they have captured the trajectory of "Dark Star" in the star sea above Shadowmoon Valley. At the expense of forty people, we have achieved real contact with the dark evil star.

It is longing to return "home".

Yes, it projects a dark illusion and shows us the era when it coexists with the Draenei Blue Skinss.

Even if it has lost its mind, it still instinctively longs to return to its family. It wants to continue to protect them, but unfortunately, once Dark Star is summoned and falls into Karabor Temple, the evil star named "Kara" can only bring the most terrifying nightmares to Blue Skins.

Hahaha, just like your miraculous calculation, the bombardment of the falling evil star and its exaggerated and terrifying evil Void Power explosion were enough to turn Karabor Temple into a Mortal realm ghost overnight!

Now, your Shadow Council has opened the door to hell for Karabor Temple's Blue Skins. Apart from you, the noble person, I really can't think of anyone else who is more suitable to personally announce to them the doomsday."

Teron'gor said softly:

"So, you who have the deepest understanding of the mysteries of Dark Star, do you want to personally guide the fall of the evil star?"

"Why not?"

Gul'dan readily accepted the invitation, saying:

"Being able to see the city burning with my own eyes, being able to see Diakum's despair with my own eyes will definitely comfort my injured heart. Go get ready, Teron'gor, I will be there later.

By the way, take all the demon blood in our hands. I want to send this Twisting Nether blessing to the people who really need it.

Yes!

Our Fel Vanguard will, like me, rely on his tough mind to return from death."

After hearing this, Teron'gor already knew who the guy who was chosen to go to Karabor Temple to die tonight was.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

My mentor is really treacherous, shameless, cruel and ruthless. Poor Kilrogg Deadeye Chieftain is in such a miserable state, but Gul'dan is not going to let him go. Gul'dan will never let go until he squeezes out the last bit of value from this old Chieftain.

But considering that Great Chieftain Blackhand came in to recruit the elites of these big clans, the progress of Warrior was not smooth. Well, the politics of Orcs seems to be no different from other civilizations. It looks bright and beautiful, but if you shake the lice-covered robe, you can see the filth and darkness inside.

But just to express my feelings, Teron'gor is not a member of the Bleeding Hollow Clan, so he doesn't have to offend Gul'dan for a dying old man.

Just kidding!

How many lives do you have, how dare you play tricks with Gul'dan? Is your life wholesale from Shattrath City's market?

Therefore, Teron'gor and other high-level Warlock ran to work quickly. When Gul'dan arrived at the camp of Shadow Council's secret stronghold, the large amount of magic blood he needed had been prepared.

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This thing is also a gift from Polluter. That Great Demon Lord admires Orcs's Life Force and anger talents very much, but is not very satisfied with their current combat effectiveness. And it admires the death plague and House of Plagues and is eager to see the whole process of the withering of Draenor, a world rich in Life Force, so it sent all kinds of magic blood to "help" Orcs become the messenger of the death plague.

It is said that Polluter is looking for more powerful magic blood to give to Orcs. With Greater Demon's action efficiency, Gul'dan estimates that his tribe will soon be able to get such a "gift".

But now the demon blood will be available.

"Ah, Kilrogg, the legendary Jungle King and Blood Moon Hand, look at how embarrassed you are now."

Surrounded by the group of Blood Ring Hunter who had fled back, Gul'dan came to Kilrogg Deadeye's tent. He looked at the body in front of him that had not breathed much, and the humiliating scene of being "instantly killed" by Diakum echoed in his heart, which made his vicious heart ignite a fire.

He stared at the blood-ringed old chief who could no longer speak or even survive. He took the jar of viscous demon blood from the hand of the warlock next to him and planned to pour it into the old chief who could no longer fight.

But this action was immediately blocked by other Blood Ring Hunter.

"What are you going to do! Warlock!"

A strong hunter with war patterns all over his body roared:

"Don't think we don't know what this is. You used this thing to turn your Orcss into green monsters. How dare you use this poison to hurt our Chieftains in front of us?

You!

Are you provoking Bleeding Hollow Clan?"

"Stupid guy, I'm healing him!"

Gul'dan snorted coldly and said:

"Only this blood containing supreme power can make him glow like a demon in a short period of time. If you don't plan to use this treatment method, you can go to Shaman, but I don't think the Elemental Spirits who were just offended by you will be willing to treat Orcs who intends to harm them.

Why don't you carry your Chieftain to Blue Skins's city and pray for Holy Light's mercy?

I think since that Vigilant can seriously injure him, there is a high probability that he can also save him. Why don't you give it a try?

Just kneeling in front of Blue Skins's goat hooves, licking people's toes flatteringly, like a spineless Hyena Lizardmen, and trying to imitate Blue Skins and praise Holy Light like the cowards of the Bladefist Clan.

Maybe that hypocritical light can be merciful and treat Kilrogg Deadeye?

Sad guy!

Sora has a lot of brute strength but he doesn't even know why your Chieftain is here!

Kilrogg Chieftain is fighting for the land under the sun for Orcs! He is willing to fight and die for this great goal. I believe that if he can answer at this time, he will never refuse to drink this Demon Blood to gain strength.

Cowards will only show off their strength when they get power, but heroes like Kilrogg Chieftain will use their power to do the right thing.

Our Orcs is never afraid of failure. He was indeed defeated by Draenei Saint. That was because the shameless Saint used the hypocritical power of Holy Light and Kilrogg could only rely on himself.

Now, I will supply him with what Kilrogg is missing! Let him challenge Diakum again!

I believe that he will proudly stand in the ruins of the ignited Karabor Temple, and complete a Mak'gora match with Diakum Zastinss that will go down in history! He will use his own strength to declare who is the real strong one!"

Gul'dan roared:

"So, are you going to prevent your Chieftain from achieving glory? Are you going to force your heroic Chieftain to die as a coward and loser?"

Tell me!

Look at me directly, bastard!

You!

Are you still planning to stop me?"

Bleeding Hollow Clan's hunters are brave enough, but they are really not very good at thinking. What's more, facing the eloquent Gul'dan, well, all the Bleeding Hollow Orcs's brains in the camp are probably not enough for Gul'dan to fight with one hand.

This guy cleverly changed the concept, but no one can find his mistake.

He could only watch helplessly as Gul'dan scooped out a spoonful of viscous liquid exuding green fluorescent light from the pungent-smelling jar, tempered it with some kind of Warlock magic to make the liquid purer and more solid, and then poured it into Kilrogg Deadeye's mouth.

Several high-level Warlock seized the time to carve runes on Dead Eye Chieftain's body to guide Fel. It was like a cruel surgical operation, causing the blood to flow continuously. Until finally, the blood flowing out of Dead Eye Chieftain's wound was filled with green fluorescent light.

However, it turns out that this thing does work.

As Gul'dan was poured into the demonic blood, Kilrogg Deadeye soon gained enough brutal Life Force from the dying state of embarrassment. His breathing became steady and then violent, his heartbeat changed from weak to strong and finally like a war drum, and his skin became tougher and even grew dark green scales.

Finally, after the last spoonful of demon blood was poured in, the ferocious black bone spurs pierced Kilrogg's skin and proliferated from his shoulder blades, just like the back of some kind of beast.

He opened his eyes amidst the confusing chants of Warlock.

It was like having a long nightmare. After regaining consciousness, his first action was to wave his hand and touch his chest and abdomen. He touched the scorching wound that almost cut him in half. However, under the effect of the recovery of magic energy brought by the demon blood, the carbonized wound had scabbed and healed, leaving only a scar that was scary enough.

"Are you awake?"

Gul'dan let out a sneaky laugh and said:

"I have prepared a weapon for you, a Fel Glaive forged by demons. It has a terrible curse. As long as it is pierced into Vigilant's body, he will be contaminated by Fel and become weak.

I have also prepared the battlefield you need. In order to give you a chance to defeat Diakum with dignity and dignity, in order to set up this stage for you, I even used all my "connections".

Well, tonight's Karabor Temple is destined to burn and howl, and you will win the honor of being the first to break into it, my dear Kilrogg Chieftain.

You will personally win the first victory for Horde, and you will be recorded in our glorious history from now on."

"You just armed me with your own hands and sent me to my death."

Kilrogg said hoarsely:

"You turned me into a monster with that disgusting thing. I should really strangle you but that's it.

I have seen my death clearly again, and fate has predicted to me everything that will happen tonight. I know how I will die, I will know who I will be killed by, and I even know in what way I will die.

It doesn't matter, Blood Ring Hunter's life is running towards his destined death.

We are fearless, we are born, grow and fight so that we can be magnanimous enough when death comes.

I will go there as you wish, and I will obey the dictates of fate.

But Gul'dan"

"Huh?"

Progenitor Warlock looked at Kilrogg, who had already made up his mind to embrace death. The latter turned back to look at him, his ferocious bloody eyes full of disgust.

He said:

"I did not see the burning Karabor Temple in that vision, I did not see a glorious victory in my death, you will fail! No matter what you plan to do to the city of Draenei tonight, no matter how ambitious you are, you will fail tonight.

I don't know how you will fail, but I am sure that you can only run away from Shadowmoon Valley in panic and despair, just like a spineless Hyena Lizardmen who was frightened and ran back to his den.

Do you know?"

Kilrogg raised his claw-like hand and touched Gul'dan's chest rudely.

He said coldly:

"For a arrogant bastard like you, this is the best lesson I can teach you, and this is the loudest whip that can be slapped on you.

Failure will make you miserable!

I will die tonight, no matter what I do right or wrong, I have no regrets in my life, but you are destined to be a loser!"

"Haha, that's not necessarily the case!"

Gul'dan's ferocious fangs are trembling.

He was really angry, and was about to ridicule Kilrogg, but when he saw the other party turning around and pushing away his own people, he waved his hands and said:

"You don't have to convince me, convince yourself, you poor bastard who is doomed to achieve nothing!"

All Blood Ring Hunter, listen, I will not let you follow me to Karabor Temple tonight. This is not a fair duel. I have become a monster and have no honor at all, but you can still retain your dignity.

Go back!

Go back to our jungle.

Wait patiently for your destiny moment. At that time, you must make the right choice, children.

You must remember me now!

This monster, covered in scars and staggering toward death, is your biggest lesson."