Chapter 1155 The Fallen (Please Vote for Me)

Duke is depressed!

I'm tired of playing the Molten Core, but I also have to help you Her Majesty the Queen get hot springs. After that, I still don't have any benefits?

Is this true?

Men are sometimes death-seeking creatures.

The less you can get, the more you want!

Duke didn't even think about what he was going to do.

Just start [invisibility]!

Make trouble! Make trouble!

"Hmph! Today I will establish my supreme status as the king of the harem!" Du tiptoed around the sign that symbolized shame, and quickly and quietly touched it.

The wall at the gate was erected by Duke. How could someone not leave a back door for himself?

With a slight press, a gorgeous revolving door appeared on the seemingly complete wall.

Who knows, as soon as Duke turned in, a magic message came...

In the hot spring, the girls were chattering and laughing.

Men discuss women together.

Women judge men together.

This is almost an eternal truth.

"Will Duke come in?" Kalia asked the sisters in a low voice.

As a result, all the sisters replied at the same time: "Definitely!"

Queen Xi's domineering last-ditch attack: "I know that guy can't help it! But it doesn't matter, Feng'er will tell me of his arrival."

"Sister Sylvanas is going to deal with him?" Ilucia asked.

"Of course! You can't accommodate that guy too much, otherwise he will have no bottom line." Queen Xi was determined.

"Alas! I was still thinking that if Duke walked in invisible, should I shout 'no' to stir up the atmosphere, or should I shout 'don't stop' to stimulate the atmosphere." Tyrande held up his photo and looked at it whenever he wanted. He looked very holy and talked about big topics, which made several thin-skinned guys blush.

well! A female driver can’t afford to be injured when racing!

However, unexpectedly, Duke did not come until the girls finished bathing and playing.

"Has anyone seen Duke? What happened?" After coming out, Gianna asked the people around her.

Luo Ning, who was in charge of the portal, replied: "Master? He seemed to be in a hurry and went back through the portal."

Urgent? What urgent matter could warrant the alliance commander rushing there in person?

Not to mention, it’s really a big emergency.

On Blackstone Mountain, corpses were everywhere, and the blood that needed to be shed had long been drained.

The almost violent high temperature steamed and roasted everything near here, whether alive or dead.

Among the thousands of orc corpses, none of them had their backs facing the direction of the Blackstone Tower. There was not a single scar on their backs. The cause of death of all the corpses was that the front of the body was torn apart by powerful force and destructive force.

In the distance is the vast and endless red plain.

Nearby, a small tribe was running desperately towards the plain at the foot of the mountain.

Their mount Velociraptor had long since died on the mountain, and only a few trolls were left carrying a few burly figures on the simplest stretchers.

One of the orcs on the stretcher was clearly covered in scars, and he was still shouting heartbreakingly: "Put me down! Put me down! I'm going to fight those bastards!"

"What are you trying to do!? You're going to die!"

"Send death to death! Enough! I've had enough! Vol'jin! Leave me alone - let me complete the last glory of the orcs!" Grom, who was wrapped into a rice dumpling on the stretcher, struggled desperately.

Is that a growl? Is it crying? Is it pleading?

Even Grom Hellscream himself couldn't figure it out.

"Glory!? Is the annihilation of the entire army in Blackwing Lair the glory of the tribe? Didn't your dead old friend Orgrim try to retreat back then? Okay, okay! You orcs are brave enough! Then I, Vol'jin Come and be this coward who runs away! Tell you, Grom, even if I try to bear the stigma, I will save you in the hands of the black dragon and send you back to Thrall alive."

"No! Thrall! No - I don't have the face to see Thrall! All three thousand elites were wiped out... It's my fault! It's all my fault -" Grom was bursting with tears, and his face could no longer be distinguished. Which ones are blood, which ones are tears, and which ones are sweat.

"Shut up! Grom! It is our mutual agreement to punish the traitors! Even if we are guilty, Thrall and I are equally guilty! The key now is that we must get out of here alive, and then find a way to take revenge." Vol'jin held a handful The spear guarded the rear of the line.

Originally, his injuries were not serious either. One of his left arms was torn off from the elbow. For other races, this would be a lifelong disability.

Vol'jin is a troll, a perverted race that can theoretically recover indefinitely as long as it doesn't damage its head and heart, and has enough nutrition and time. Therefore, after a bloody battle, everyone was almost injured, but Wojin was in the best condition.

"Revenge? How to take revenge!?"

"There is a magic circle here, and all transmissions and magic messages have been interfered with, but I fired the signal flare for help as agreed. Now we can only count on the alliance to keep its promise of joining forces and send a rescue team to save us..." At this point , Wojin is also full of bitterness.

It has to be said that it is ironic that the once extremely powerful tribe is now asking for help from its former conquered people and sworn enemies.

Suddenly, a terrible roar came from behind everyone.

"Roar——" That was the cry of some kind of peerless ferocious beast from ancient times.

Grom was desperate: "Damn it! That thing actually chased it out. It's over! Unless the alliance gathers all the strong men, there will be no existence that can compete with it."

Not only Grom, but also Vol'jin was desperate. He looked back and finally stopped: "Yes... it's too late. Even if there are thieves in the Alliance who see our signal flare, we can organize a rescue after the distress signal is sent. When the team comes over... they may be able to pick up our bones."

A giant crimson beast rushed out of the gate toward the Burning Plains from Blackstone Mountain. It spread its huge red wings and soared into the sky. With just a few flutters, the shadows of his wings had already enveloped the tribal chiefs.

It was an extremely powerful ancient red dragon.

His eyes were red and red, and he was locked on Wojin and his party.

Strange things also happened at this time...

It was obviously the most terrifying pursuer and one of the culprits responsible for the destruction of three thousand elite orcs, but its words were filled with the deepest despair.

"Oh! No! Go away! Leave me!"

"I can't control myself anymore!"

"I don't want to kill you, because your death will make my sins worse!"

Although Vol'jin wants to refute it, 'If you don't want to kill us, don't attack! ', but Vol'jin knew that this red dragon's actions had nothing to do with its will.

It is also a tragic existence.

Its name is Valastaz the Fallen.

The next update will most likely have to wait until the evening. This is the noon update released in advance.