Chapter 1475 Let’s Go Together

"Ahem!" Orgrim groaned.

After becoming the Forgotten One, he retained the exaggerated power he had during his lifetime. It can be said that there is an absolute gap in power between him and the Forgotten Ones who were human beings during their lifetime.

But he was actually suppressed by Gurtug.

Not only suppressed, but even beaten.

The warriors of the tribe are driven by their heart of glory. They can be cruel and tyrannical, but they will never be despicable.

Gurtug was different. He was born as a hard worker and had no taboos in his fighting style.

He obviously had the advantage in terms of strength, but this guy spat while each other poured strength into their weapons in an attempt to suppress the other.

To be precise, [Sour Breath] was activated!

What spewed out from Gurtug's big, fishy mouth was natural acid breath similar to that of a green dragon.

Orgrim was caught off guard and was hit on the spot. You know, the duel between tribal warriors at this time is just baring their teeth and trying to overwhelm the opponent with momentum. Who knows that the opponent will do this and directly launch a breath? Woolen cloth?

Orgrim's whole face seemed to have been splashed with sulfuric acid. The pain of having his soul corroded by natural forces made him scream and roll back like a lazy donkey.

It was obvious that Gurtogg was not prepared to let Orgrim go. He took huge steps, swung his battle ax and stabbed Orgrim mercilessly with an [acid wound] on his back. This attack, which also contains acid, will cause continuous damage to Orgrim.

"Shameless person-" Thrall couldn't help it anymore, swung the [Destruction Hammer], rushed over with a charge, and hit Gurtog with a hammer on the head.

"Go away, I have something to do with this idiot who ruined millions of orc warriors!" Gurtug sneered.

Sal only felt that his heavy body suddenly became light and airy, and he flew backwards without knowing what was going on.

It was a mysterious force involving evil energy, and it drove Thrall out.

This was not the end. The next moment, Sal felt that the blood in his body was forcibly ignited by an external evil energy.

"Huo!" It was like there were a hundred thousand lighters in his body, burning every inch of blood vessels in Sal's body with small flames.

The blood-boiling pain wouldn't make Sal collapse, but it was definitely uncomfortable.

Thrall suddenly understood how the surname "Bloodboil" came from the rebellious evil orc in front of him.

Gurtug's abilities are almost the enemy of all living beings.

Thrall regretted it a bit. If he had followed Duke's strategy and carefully configured his tactics and strategies in advance, he wouldn't be as passive as he is now.

There are so many powerful people in the tribe that the period of three or two kittens supporting the scene has long passed.

Just when Gurtug defeated Thrall, who had only surrendered two months ago, the patrolman Jagomar who originally guarded the Hellfire City Wall pounced on him. When Kilrogg*Deadeye and Kargath*Bladefist, two traitors who were resurrected and betrayed, were killed by Thrall, Gargomar instead rejoined the Horde.

This strong man from the Broken Hand clan had long lost his arms. He wielded the two short axes that replaced his forearms and struck Gurtogg.

In no particular order, Vol'jin's spear throw and Anastrian's fireball hit Gurtogg at the same time.

"Huh?" Gurtug showed an agility that was not commensurate with his stature. He actually took an extremely exaggerated step back, retreating a full five meters.

There was no trace of annoyance on his face, but full of teasing. He spit out seven words: "Come out! Soul Box!"

As the words fell, the entire surrounding environment suddenly changed dramatically.

The originally dimly lit temple suddenly became filled with many translucent ghosts wandering in the air. Their plaintive soul whispers make every living person shudder.

The Temple of Karabor, the holy place of the Draenei, was once so solemn and majestic.

There is an artifact in the temple that has been passed down from generation to generation by the Draenei - the Soul Box. When the best leaders, wisest prophets, and bravest warriors in the tribe died, the Draenei kept their souls in the Soul Box, hoping to make these great souls immortal with the help of the power of artifacts.

Unfortunately, nearly thirty years ago, the orcs took over the temple of Karabor.

Gul'dan quickly noticed the power contained in the Soul Box. He found the souls of the Draenei who died innocently in the war and put them into the Soul Box; he also stuffed the souls of bloodthirsty orcs into it, and combined with his dark magic, the Soul Box finally Corrupted.

But Gul'dan didn't expect that the power of this artifact was so powerful. Even if it was corrupted, he would have difficulty controlling it. So he had to seal it temporarily and wait to make plans in the future. However, Gul'dan never had the chance to see the Soul Box again. He followed Orgrim to Azeroth, and finally died there.

The Soul Box remained in the temple until Illidan took control of the temple.

Except for Duke, no one in the Allied Forces knew what the Soul Box had become now. Even the draenei themselves still have the impression of thirty years ago.

And Duke’s strategy…

The strategy is dead.

Not to mention strategies, in many cases, unless you experience it yourself, you will never understand the terror of the enemy and the complexity of the enemy's skills.

A huge and illusory cage fell from the sky, and countless innocent souls were wailing and lamenting. They opened their mouths wide and told the sufferings they had endured in their lives with the shrill voices of their souls.

Hearing these sounds, almost every living person feels a tingling sensation in their scalp.

Goosebumps filled every inch of his skin.

Soon, the innocent souls began to gather together while shouting, driven by an unexplainable mysterious force.

In just three seconds, a huge illusory head appeared in everyone's sight.

It was surrounded by a large number of crystal prisms, and in the middle was a male face that looked extremely miserable at first glance.

It opened its mouth wide and howled in despair.

Thrall was shocked. He immediately realized that this should be the first form of the Soul Box - the Source of Suffering staring at him.

"Run!" Viren's voice suddenly came from the distance.

Obviously, seeing the tribe in a panic due to the surprise attack, the strong team led by Velen chose to intervene directly.

"Why are you running! Stay!" Gurtug sneered and sprayed acid again.

For some unknown reason, that corrosive liquid actually slowed down Thrall's speed greatly.

"Great Chief!" At this time, Kane, who was initially confused, came back to his senses. The Tauren chief rushed over, picked up Thrall, and threw Thrall like a fly ball.

Uh, is there such an operation?