Chapter 445 Durotan and Gul'dan

Blasted Land.

A large number of human troops marched, and the knights and infantry were clearly distinguished, but without exception, they were all wearing heavy silver armor, and their footsteps stepped on the ground.

The knights wielded great swords on their waists, and the infantrymen held halberds and heavy shields, but almost all the arms had a musket that was hastily forged by the dwarves pinned to their waists.

The silver armor and the brass musket have a different kind of beauty.

This is almost the entire force of Stormwind!

At the forefront is King Ryan in platinum armor. He rode a tall horse and climbed over the mountain pass all the way to see the orc camp in front of him before stopping and staring straight ahead.

On their side and right, a brown-skinned orc army was also coming. They all rode a frost wolf nearly two meters high and parked in the forest in the distance, facing the human army far away.

Durotan rode forward with sharp teeth and rushed forward at an extremely fast speed. At the same time, King Ryan also galloped forward. The two met in the middle of the hillside, and each nodded and said hello.

"The Prophet said you would come, so I waited here."

"Thank you Prophet."

"I'm sorry, the previous plan may not work. Now the Frostwolf clan is the enemy of the entire tribe. Even if the humans lead the orc army away, they will be on guard against the Frostwolf clan, and we can't kill Gul with a sneak attack. Dan."

"We're ready, we're going to forcibly attack the orc camp until Gul'dan is killed and the Dark Portal is destroyed!"

Durotan was silent for a while, he knew Gul'dan was evil, and he wanted to destroy Gul'dan, but he also knew that Draenor had been destroyed, and if there was no Dark Portal, the orcs still in Draenor would Starving to death!

He hesitated for a moment.

After a long time, Durotan said, "There's actually a way to kill Gul'dan!"

King Ryan quickly asked, "What method?"

Durotan touched his waist, his fingers touched the string of pitifully small ancient bells, and his expression suddenly became firm: "There is a very sacred ceremony among us orcs, called Macgola, which is also used to resolve disputes between orcs... ...I am qualified to challenge him as chief of the Frostwolf clan!"

King Lion came back to his senses after a long time, and asked in surprise, "Are you going to challenge Gul'dan to Mac' Gora?"

Durotan nodded: "Gul'dan used to be the most powerful shaman in the tribe, and now he has fallen into a warlock, but as a warrior he is not too powerful. Holy Mac'Gora is not allowed to use magic, that will Seen as cheating, if Gul'dan didn't use his magic, I might have killed him, and in case he used his magic illegally, I also have something the prophet gave me that might be able to block his magic , and then I'll kill him!"

King Ryan was silent for a while and said, "Well then, Chief, in case you fail miserably, me, my army, and the Frostwolf clan will avenge you!"

Durotan nodded solemnly: "I have already agreed with the clan that if I fail to challenge Gul'dan, then my clan will be temporarily controlled by Grush, and he will attack the tribe with you."

The two quickly made an appointment, and Durotan rode forward on the Frostwolf.

The atmosphere in the orc camp quickly boiled over.

The arrival of this former tribal hero, the once famous chief of the Frostwolf clan, and the traitor who led the entire Frostwolf clan to betray the tribe, undoubtedly caused an uproar in the tribe.

Countless orcs surrounded him, making provocative and disdainful voices, mixed with coaxing and challenging remarks, and even some orcs raised their weapons to demonstrate to the little chief, but they did not directly attack him.

On the contrary, Durotan's face moved forward calmly, and almost everyone made way for him.

They respected him as a mighty warrior, and they still had the impression of his integrity in their hearts, and they remembered the persistent and mighty Frostwolf chief, who thought that even if Durotan had committed a crime, they had no right to judge him.

Durotan was not wearing plate armor, but only wrapped in a Frostwolf hide, which symbolized the chief of the Frostwolf clan. His thick fangs and calm face gave people a strong sense of oppression. The top of his head was the head of the Frostwolf, and his ferocious facial features were clear. It can be seen that the sharp teeth of the frost wolf are opposite to his facial fangs, and there is a sense of savage majesty!

He moved forward all the way, and soon reached the center of the camp.

The surrounding orcs had already formed a circle, leaving an open space in the middle.

Here, even if the onlookers are people with status in the major clans, powerful warriors or shamans, ordinary orcs have no qualifications to witness this MacGora.

Although Anyang had explained to him the danger of launching Mac'Gora, Durotan was still fearless. He took the reins of the Frostwolf in front of Gul'dan's tower, glanced in all directions, and jumped from the Frostwolf.

"I, Durotan, the chief of the Frostwolf clan, the son of Garad, hereby initiate Mac'Gora to kill Gul'dan!"

The sound echoed everywhere.

The titular warchief of the Horde, Blackhand, has been killed, and the legendary hero Grom has been engulfed by a bombshell, but it all happened too suddenly. Orgrim is not ready to seize power, nor are the other heroes. action.

In other words, the tribe at this time did not have a nominal chieftain.

So, when Durotan called out Mac'Gora, only Bladefist and Orgrim were waiting for him, and no one who was nominally good enough to preside over was there. This also means that the irregularity of this Mac' Gora may be more than in the original plot, at least at this time, there is no traditional black hand present.

Gul'dan quickly walked out of the tower, staring at Durotan with green eyes. He glanced at the dark portal behind him, which had not yet moved, and said in a deep voice, "Durotan, you are just a traitor among the orcs now. Alone, all your clansmen are hiding outside and dare not come back, you are not qualified to initiate Macgola to me!"

There was an uproar among the orcs.

If Durotan is not qualified to initiate Mac'Gora, then, as his traitor, he will definitely be judged!

At this moment, Orgrim, holding the Hammer of Doom, took a step forward: "My lord, we still have our people present."

Gul'dan narrowed his pupils and nodded: "Very good, then, little chief, I accept your challenge."

The legendary hero Blade Fist of another orc next to him was a little worried: "Sir, the door of darkness is about to be opened. I don't recommend wasting time on this matter."

Gul'dan said calmly, "It won't take much time."

The surrounding orcs began to shout loudly, and the sacred Mac'Gora was about to begin.

Durotan lowered his head slightly, stretched his hands in front of him and spit two mouthfuls, spread his arms and moved his body, removed the Frostwolf hide on his body to reveal his extremely strong body and thick muscles, and stared up ahead.

Gul'dan handed the staff in his hand to Blade Fist, and also stooped forward slowly. In those heavy steps, his body gradually straightened up, no longer the old mage before. He undid the straps of the black robe, stretched his arms back, and the black robe slipped to the ground, revealing his green muscles, which were equally unbelievably strong, especially the bone spurs growing out from his back, making him look like A humanoid tyrannosaurus, extraordinarily ferocious and powerful!

The voices around them became more and more intense, and the battle between the two was about to break out.

Durotan let out a low roar and rushed forward at a very high speed.

When he got close to Gul'dan, he jumped high and punched Gul'dan suddenly.

"boom!"

The fist collided with the face, making a muffled sound.

Durotan's strength is so great that ordinary orcs can't stop this blow, but Gul'dan is also not extraordinary. Even without magic and fel energy, he is stronger than ordinary orcs, and he turned to fight with Durotan.

I saw Gul'dan grab Durotan's fist, and an uppercut hit Durotan in the face, and then punched him in the abdomen. The huge force knocked Durotan's body down. Get the upper hand.

The surrounding orcs roared again, shouting loudly.

"kill him!"

"Kill him, Gul'dan!"

The battle between the two continued, and there was a dull sound in the field.

Orc fighting is usually not much fancy, it is a competition of strength and power, punching to the flesh, but it does not mean that their fighting has no skills at all, on the contrary, the unsightly speed and extremely high acuity, And the extraordinary responsiveness and accuracy are far beyond human comparison.

Finally, Durotan seized an opportunity, raised his foot high on Gul'dan's arm, punched him in the face and staggered him, and slammed another knee into his stomach, knocking him out. He fought back a few steps.

"boom!"

Durotan still refused to give up, rushed over a few steps, and punched Gul'dan sideways. Several smooth and beautiful punches hit Gul'dan with a thud, knocking him down directly. on the ground.

The field suddenly became quiet, and only Durotan's arrogant and domineering roar was heard!

"Roar!"

Durotan showed his formidable combat power as an orc hero, perhaps with some protagonist aura, and he rushed over a few steps to grab Gul'dan's arm, lifted him over his shoulders, and fell heavily to the ground. .

"boom!"

Gul'dan's combat power is also extraordinary, especially since he also controls fel energy, and his physical fitness far exceeds that of ordinary orcs.

I saw him stand up, grab Durotan's head, slam him into his own head, and then hug his waist and lift him up, the muscles on his arms bulging, like To cut him off.

Durotan's face flushed red for a while, and he kept clutching his hands, as if he was extremely uncomfortable.

If it is an ordinary person's battle, it is not a big problem to hug someone else's waist, but for the powerful orcs, they have enough strength to squeeze people alive, which is a natural strength advantage.

Finally, Durotan grabbed the bone spurs growing on Gul'dan's back, as if he had found a leverage point, the thick muscles in his arms began to swell again, and the strength seemed to burst out with the naked eye!

"boom!"

Two bone spurs broke!

Gul'dan suddenly felt pain, roared, and threw Durotan out.

Just as he was about to continue rushing past, the edge of the Dark Gate behind him suddenly lit up with a green light, and there seemed to be a faint sound of incantation chanting around him.

An invitation from another has opened the Dark Portal to Azeroth!

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