Chapter 908

The orcs dashed down the mountain along the path, blazing destructive wildness toward the tall city.

Some of them even banged furiously at the stones along the way, and the sound of the crash shouted their fury;

Others maintain a solemn, deathly silence, accumulating all the energy that is brewing, ready to burst at the right moment.

Because of Ye Ting's warning, the draenei in Shattrath were well prepared for the Horde's arrival.

At this time, the city head of Shattrath was already full of draenei waiting in battle.

The Prophet Velen was among them, observing the incoming tribe from a distance.

This was the first time he saw the tribe that had drank the blood of demons, but just at a glance, he unconsciously raised a trace of fear for this race that had been transformed by demons.

These running green-skinned creatures are scarier than a club-wielding ogre, more than any tarbu's flock... than any enraged draenei, even more terrible than the Horde army seen in the Battle of Karabor Temple. horrible.

He had never seen an army so angry, so bloodthirsty, so mad and warlike.

It seems to be a pure killing and war machine, and that manic gesture seems to be able to tear everything in front of you. This kind of orcs even surpassed the Burning Legion in their aura.

"Kil'jaeden... What kind of monster have you created!"

Velen was a little restless, he was not worried about himself, he was worried about what was going to happen next - not for Shatas' already doomed fate, but for Yrel who was far away in Auchindoun and escaped from the sand. The draenei of Tarth were worried.

Can the blood of the draenei in Shattrath really satisfy the killing desire of these orcs?

At this moment, he seemed to have seen the rolling tide of green rush towards Auchindoun, submerging the last sanctuary of the draenei. The draenei race disappeared into the vast universe.

"Boom--"

As the army of orcs rushed down, there was a terrible tremor in the ground.

The green tide suddenly shook under the shock, and many orcs fell to the ground, and their running speed was stagnant.

Something unexpected happened.

After struggling to their feet, the orcs looked back at where they had just left, which was the direction of the Throne of Kil'jaeden.

The draenei on the city walls did the same.

Then, they saw an astonishing scene that they had never seen before.

The Throne of Kil'jaeden, the mountain named after the Demon Commander, looked like it had exploded.

Endless lava sprayed into the night sky, and then splashed around the jagged peaks, roaring like a mountain god.

But this is not an ordinary natural disaster.

Wei Lun's face has become very ugly.

The lava was the same color as the demon blood the orcs drank, and the color was evil green—the color of the demons that represented the Burning Legion.

More and more molten rock was ejected, a spectacular, mesmerizing, terrifying sight.

There was a burst of cheers among the orcs of the Horde, who took it as a sign that the mountain now known as the Throne of Kil'jaeden was blessing their efforts, and they cheered and drummed. Take courage, turn around and continue to run towards the killing.

But Velen and many draenei are quite aware that it means that the power of the devil has further encroached on the world.

That means that in the upcoming war, the enemy they will face may be far more formidable than imagined.

A mile from the city, the orcs slowed down at the orders of the chiefs.

There is an open space that was cleared recently. The orcs who arrived first looked at each other. This was where they gathered and where they planned to place their war machines. At the moment, there was nothing.

Even the orcs know that without war machinery, it is absolutely impossible to capture a fortified city, especially the fortified city built by the draenei whose civilization level is far superior to them.

Even in a world where magic exists, hitting wood, stone and steel with flesh and blood is still stupid for most people.

In the previous Battle of the Temple of Karabor, they suffered in this area... If it weren't for the Dark Star...

Ordinary orcs have doubts and dissatisfaction in their hearts, but their great chief, Black Hand, seems to be confident at this moment.

Suddenly, and without warning, something gradually changed from nothingness to reality before their eyes.

The orcs hissed back, and then instinctively, they began to howl hostilely at the massive thing.

Then, a huge being fully materialized and stood before them.

This guy is three times as tall even as the tallest ogre.

From its cloven-hoofed hooves to the end of its wildly whipping tail, from its protruding horns to its sharp fingernails, the tall creature in front of him was all red.

It was a size the orcs had never seen before, but it looked to them like a draenei with crimson skin, they couldn't think of anything else.

Orcs do not recognize the creatures in front of them, but the draenei of Shattrath do.

The race of creatures in front of him is called Eredar, a member of the Burning Legion, but ten thousand years ago, he was their kin.

And his identity, his name, the draenei will not forget even in the womb.

"You swore to me

loyalty. You don't need to be afraid to see me, just celebrate! "

The giant shouted to the orcs, its voice deep in the bone.

"I am Kil'jaeden, the great being who has been with you since the beginning."

"And at this moment, as you head towards the most glorious battle, I will be with you too!"

"Once, the evil draenei plotted against you, hiding an entire city from your eyes. But you destroyed that city, and others, and conquered their temples!"

"What remains now is this final battle, from which the draenei threat will end."

"The emeralds of Temer who once hid from you, now hid their doom. kehlamensamir, solelamaakahl!"

Chapter 1102 Kil'jaeden and the shadow of the leaves

Kil'jaeden, a member of the upper class of the eredar, known as the Demon Lord, his wisdom was as unquestionable as his strength.

In the Burning Legion, Kil'jaeden is equivalent to the right hand of the fallen Titan Sargeras. He is one of Sargeras' top generals, and his status is even more detached than that of his colleague, Archimonde the Polluter.

For the Draenei, Kil'jaeden was the culprit who made them flee for thousands of years, and the one directly responsible for the tragedy of the Draenei today.

The grievances between Kil'jaeden and the Draenei and Velen began ten thousand years ago.

Twenty-five thousand years ago, the incredible eredar established their civilization on a planet called Argus.

The eredar are a race born with the ability to cast spells, but even among such a race Kil'jaeden excels.

Because of his intelligence, Kil'jaeden was called "a genius of a genius race" by the tribe.

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