Chapter 454 Killing Gul'dan

Anyang chuckled and asked, "I heard you had a fight with Orgrim?"

Lothar opened his eyes and said weakly, "Please describe this confrontation as a battle or a duel, Your Honored Prophet."

Anyang shrugged indifferently and said, "It seems that the situation of the great commander is not optimistic."

Lothar retorted: "The orc was also seriously injured. I didn't lose this battle."

Anyang said calmly: "But if you fight him one-on-one again, you are likely to die at his hands. After all, you have no experience fighting orcs, but he has fought against draenei for many years in Draenor. And you're not as young and strong as him, and you don't have the right weapons..."

Lothar frowned and asked, "Prophet, is this your prophecy?"

Anyang shook his head: "I don't know, I've changed too much, and now I can't see the future clearly, but in the original history, you did die in the destruction of Orgrim in a duel. Hammered, and because of your death, Azeroth won the war."

"Oh, it turns out that my death still has such a big effect, then I can rest assured that death is not a death in vain." Lothar said lightly, and he couldn't see that he was seriously injured and could not move, "But That orc leader is indeed very difficult to deal with. It is much more difficult to deal with than the rude orc leader and the warlock with fel energy. By the way, Prophet, you have such strong power, why don't you help me kill this one? Orcs..."

"Forget it, I don't want to interfere in your war."

"It's really disappointing, I thought we could ask you to take action on our friendship."

"I'm a principled person, and I'm leaving soon."

"You're leaving?" Lothar was surprised. "When?"

"After some time, when I read all the books in Karazhan's collection, I guess I have mastered the essence and outline of Azeroth's arcane magic system. That's when I left, and I gained a lot in this world. , not only about magic wisdom, but also some very special friends."

"I think you're referring to me, but why does it sound so strange, like saying goodbye."

"Don't be too narcissistic, it's not just you, but you are also included. You are brave, strong, and fearless. You are a typical hero. Being friends with you can help me learn a lot, and I can learn a lot from you. Your time together has also made my experience even more legendary and exciting."

"Do you think I would be embarrassed, but it should be said that being with you, the prophet, makes my experience even more legendary."

"Maybe so. To you, I am a prophet, and to me, you are also a human hero."

Lothar pursed his lips noncommittally, and suddenly changed the topic: "So, your purpose here is to destroy evil and stop Sargeras. Humans and orcs have nothing to do with you?"

Anyang has long been accustomed to his character and such a detached way of speaking. After thinking about it for a while, he said, "Actually, I am not that great. As I said, I just came here by accident, and I really don't want to get involved in the war between humans and orcs. , so it's not wrong to say that I just want to destroy the fel energy."

Lothar stretched out his hand tremblingly and pointed to the outside: "So, Medivh is dead, but there is still an orc who masters fel energy, don't you plan to use your great side to kill him, um, you You know, he's really a great threat to justice..."

The corners of Anyang's eyes twitched, and he immediately understood Lothar's thoughts.

"You just want me to be a free thug to get rid of the threatening Gul'dan for you?"

"I didn't, haha, you said it yourself, you have to be clear about evil, but you don't do it completely."

Anyang was too lazy to talk to this guy, and after chatting with him for a while, he planned to leave.

But before leaving, he turned his head and said, "If I can meet Gul'dan, I will try to shoot."

Lothar's eyes suddenly lit up, and he grinned and said, "I keep in touch with Durotan. If you keep going west, you will definitely meet Gul'dan."

Anyang's eyes twitched again, and he quickly walked out of the tent.

When he reached the open space, he nodded in return to the two patrolling soldiers who greeted him, then jumped straight up, flew into the sky, and quickly disappeared into the sky.

Flying hundreds of miles to the west, he indeed encountered Gul'dan and his personal guards who were constantly fleeing, as well as the pursuing Frostwolf clan.

Anyang didn't stop, swiped at high speed in the air, and flew past Guldan and his group, only to find a place to stop.

He put away his armor, leaving a white robe wrapped around him, and a hood to cover his face. At this time, he looked like an Azeroth mage, pacing under the woods, waiting for Gul'dan With the arrival of his personal guards, the various weapons on his body are already ready to go.

This is a promise to Lothar, and an explanation for the excuse he made.

The sky in the distance is pure turquoise blue, with faint white clouds floating, surrounded by dense forests, yellow trees, red grass and leaves, a bit like the autumn scenery on the plateau, against the backdrop of a winding stream, The sound makes this place as beautiful as a fairy tale.

Not long after, a slight rumbling sound came from far and near.

Gul'dan and his guards riding on the giant wolf, as well as some fallen warlocks from the Shadow Council, climbed over the distant hills to come here. The giant wolf obviously has softer foot pads than horses' hooves, but due to its heavy body And carrying the orcs and stepping on the ground makes a sound, like a cavalry team.

Anyang stepped out from behind the tree in a timely manner and stopped in front of them.

Gul'dan at the forefront suddenly restrained the giant wolf, a sullen roar emanated from his throat, his eyes were as sharp as a beast, and his fangs were even more terrifying. the staff hanging beside the giant wolf.

"Who are you?"

Anyang raised his head, revealing a face that did not look like this world, with dark and deep eyes, he raised his hand and took off the hood, so that his face was completely exposed in front of them, and said, "I think you have heard me. My name is Anyang, the one who guided Durotan."

Gul'dan's eyes suddenly became sharper, and he glared at him: "You are that prophet?"

Anyang stared at the orc in a black robe. He stooped slightly, and there were ferocious bone spurs on his back. There were two eye-catching skulls hanging on the two protruding bone spurs on his shoulders. His face was a little old. , but the facial features are terrifying, but the eyes have an evil sense of wisdom.

He nodded: "Yes, you really know me, it seems that you are a dog egg, ah no, Gul'dan, very lucky to meet you."

Gul'dan looked at him lowly: "I heard that you are not from Azeroth, why are you sabotaging my plan?"

Anyang smiled: "Because I also have my plan, you have the power you want, and I also have what I want. It's as simple as that. In fact, these have nothing to do with justice and evil, and I'm not that great."

Gul'dan said solemnly: "Then, you have succeeded, why stop us?"

Anyang laughed again, and when he stopped suddenly, his eyes became cold: "Because I'm going to kill you!"

Gul'dan picked up the staff and jumped down from the giant wolf, but seemed very cautious, and said in a deep voice: "You are a mysterious person, I don't want to be an enemy of you, but I am not afraid of you, if you continue to provoke, I'll give the pet I'm riding a so-called prophet."

Anyang pursed his lips: "Exactly, I also want to try a shaman's power after mastering the fel energy."

Gul'dan stared at him silently, suddenly waved his hand, and said to the orc beside him: "You go to be vigilant of the Frostwolf clan, this human is handed over to me, rest assured, I will not make you wait too long, nor will I Let the shamans and warriors of the Frostwolf clan catch up to us."

The orcs looked at each other and quickly dispersed.

There is no doubt that they regarded the confrontation between Gul'dan and Anyang as a sacred duel of honor.

Anyang seemed more relaxed. Knowing that Durotan was not dead, he knew that spells were more or less defensive against evil energy. In this case, as long as he could resist the overbearing evil energy, even Durotan could fight Gul'dan. After a long time, what else is there to be afraid of?

The Frostwolf clan led by Durotan should have arrived here in half an hour, and a huge muffled sound had already sounded in this valley. The power is also stronger than Anyang imagined.

Plants on the ground are trampled, clear creeks are turbid due to the collision stirring up sand, yellow-leafed trees are burned, broken or simply destroyed, many red low plants are directly flattened, the beauty is lost, the ground Occasionally there is a scorch or pothole.

Half an hour later, when the Frostwolf clan arrived, the Shadow Council and Gul'dan's guards had dispersed.

Anyang stood alone on the pass wearing a white robe, holding a head in his hand, facing the aggressive orcs of the Frostwolf clan.

First, Durotan and Grush.

There were unknowing orcs riding a huge frost wolf to surround him, very vigilant, carrying weapons, and moving their muscular bodies, showing a strong and savage fighting spirit, and people would roar from time to time, if it wasn't for Durotan who had been with him. Humans have formed an alliance, and they are afraid that they have already rushed up.

But Durotan and Grush who recognized him were puzzled. They glanced at the things in his hands and asked with a frown, "Prophet, why are you here."

They glanced behind him again, and the messy land was truly amazing, as if it had been ravaged by some powerful creature.

Anyang didn't say much, turned the head he was holding in his hand, and threw it on the grass in front of him with a bang.

The surrounding orcs were stunned and there was an uproar.

Even Durotan's eyes widened, staring at the ground in disbelief.

"Gu... Gul'dan!"

Anyang pursed his lips and said: "I'm about to leave this world, this is the last thing I do, you can do it yourself, Durotan, I sincerely wish the orcs to survive in a good land, but it is best not Relying on war, that would be cruel."

Durotan opened his mouth slightly, but quickly reacted, took out a string of small things from his waist and handed it to him: "Thank you, Prophet, although I have said this many times since I knew you, But it's still my most sincere language."

Anyang took the small ancient bell bracelet with a smile and pursed his lips, but a layer of silver-white nano armor began to appear on his body.

[Tonight, these two are to compensate for the one shift owed on the 17th, and the promised double compensation, never break the promise, and two regular shifts during the day. 】

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