Garona. Haval Orson, the ace assassin of the Shadow Council, was the sharpest knife Gul'dan had ever had.

She's a half-orc, to be exact! She is a hybrid of orcs and draenei, and she is discriminated against among the orc tribe because of her impure bloodline, but Gul'dan discovered her talent and brought her into the Shadow Council, making her the most dangerous being.

The truly powerful Assassins are generally not well-known, and Garona is an exception, two years ago, the orcs were able to break through the Stormwind Kingdom, in large part because Garona assassinated the Stormwind Kingdom King Ryan in the most heavily guarded fortress of the Stormwind Kingdom. Ureon.

But seriously, Garona is not actually with Guldan, even this Jedi reversal is her difficult struggle to find freedom, of course, about her story, we can talk about it later.

"They're catching up!"

Sarufar sat cross-legged behind the draco, breathing hard, he looked back, and could clearly see Tyrion and Luminas chasing after the drake, he had already experienced the combat effectiveness of the Death Knight when it broke out, he didn't think that relying on the three of them now, he could fight against Tyrion and Luminas.

However, in the face of the Overseer's worries, Zuluhid, who was manipulating the young dragon, scoffed:

"Don't worry, Sarufar, maybe on the ground, I'm no match for them, but it's in the sky! The sky is the battlefield of the dragon's throat! ”

He pulled the reins of the young dragon and lowered the beast, which had been completely tamed, and he looked at Sarufar and Garona, who was silent as a shadow, and said with confidence:

"You go first, I'll stop them! Poor Gul'dan probably can't hold on, look at this unlucky fellow, it's pitiful! ”

Zuruhid's voice was filled with undisguised schadenfreude, and as he watched Sarufar and Garona jump off the dragon's back and fall into the dark earth, he snorted and refocused on the Death Knight attacking from behind.

"Orgrim will eventually know who is the power to rely on!"

A hint of arrogance flashed in the Dragonthroat Chieftain's eyes:

"Me and my dragon! Who can beat us in the skies? ”

"Whoa!"

The young dragon seemed to sense the will of its master, it let out a loud roar, flapped its huge wings, and rushed into the sky, facing the two white-boned griffins, the young dragon snorted and took a deep breath, and in the dark night, the light of the dragon's fire danced in its sharp teeth, making the surrounding sky almost dawn become scorching.

Dragon's breath, which is a dragon's unique ability, has a completely different effect depending on the dragon's race, and for the red dragon, the incomparable scorching heat, as well as the transformation of the dual attributes of destruction and rebirth, are the hallmarks of the red dragon's fire.

"Roar"

In Zuruhid's wild laughter, a dragon's breath like a pillar of fire swept across the sky in front of him, like a flaming whip, completely enveloping the space in front of him, and Luminas's griffin was burned by the dragon fire in an instant, and she herself waved her hands wildly in the air, screaming and falling to the ground.

However, considering that the young lady is already a necromantic body, this height of more than 20 meters will not fall to her death again.

Tyrion manipulated the griffon to rush wildly through the flying dragon fire, his blood-red eyes pulsing with a dark killing intent, Gul'dan's soul stone might no longer be here, and this severe frustration made him accumulate unimaginable anger in his heart.

How terrible is the wrath of the necromancy?

That's the hideous one who would rather destroy his own existence than drag his opponent to hell with him.

"Boom"

Nearly 30 yards away from the mighty young dragon, the griffon under Tyrion's crotch could no longer hold on, and as a fragile soul, it was remarkable that it had been able to hold out in the scorching dragon fire.

Before it was overwhelmed by the dragon fire that fell from the sky, Tyrion leapt from behind the griffin, his gray-white hair fluttering in the scorching air, his gray-white hair fluttering in all directions, his left hand holding a heavy sword full of cold light, his right hand reaching forward, the dark red death energy in his palm pulsing, and when the rune light shattered, the death grip pinned precisely to the young dragon's neck.

The powerful suction force dragged Tyrion's falling body in the air backwards towards the young dragon in the sky, his body passed through the scorching dragon fire, feeling the process of the dragon fire destroying his body, the pain that burned like a scorching heat, he gritted his teeth.

"Bang"

Tyrion, whose whole body was burning with flames, fell behind the young dragon, and in front of his eyes, the shocked Zuluhid subconsciously held the hunting stick in his hand, and Tyrion raised his head, and the blood-red light in his eyes sent chills down Zulushid's back.

He seemed to know why even a warrior as powerful as Sarufar had fallen in front of the death knight in front of him.

Seeing Tyrion stand up on the dragon's back and lift his heavy sword, Zuluhid took a step back, his throat moving up and down, his previous rhetoric was still in his heart, but at this moment, he regretted it a little...

"Ahhh

A minute later, Zuluhid, covered in blood, was thrown from behind the young dragon, and the old orc screamed wildly, waving his hands in the air in an attempt to grab a life-saving straw that didn't exist, but eventually fell into free fall towards the dark ground.

"Bang"

Zulushid's body collided back and forth in the trees of the Yongge Forest, bouncing, and finally smashed into the ground, his left arm twisted abnormally, and his back was cut by the branches, and the whole person looked extremely embarrassed, but at least he survived.

The old leader sat on the ground, gasping for breath, and when he looked up, he could see the young dragon swaying wildly in the sky, apparently his pet was fighting the terrifying death knight.

"No matter how strong you are, you can't be the opponent of the dragon!"

Zuluhid gritted his teeth and stood up, bracing himself with the broken hunting stick in his hand, trying to get out of the forest, but when he turned around, he saw a dark figure that was also stumbling, the last thing he wanted to see.

Miss Luminas also saw Zuluhid in front of her, she reached out and wiped the blood stains on her face, then pulled out the elven war knife at her waist, and with the death energy wrapped around her body, a sinister smile that belonged to the necromancy danced in her blood-red eyes.

"Look what I found... An old and ugly orc, how tired he is to live... Come on, let me send you to rest! ”

"No thanks..."

In the sky, Tyrion's heavy sword, blessed by the sharp edge of the frost, pierced into the scales of the struggling young dragon for the seventh time, and the scorching dragon blood splattered everywhere, causing the young dragon to spin wildly in the sky, trying to pull Tyrion off its back.

But the Death Knight clasped the young dragon's wound and fixed it behind it, Tyrion was not in a normal state at this time, and when he smelled the first dragon's blood, the hunger for blood in his body rose again, making him want to drink the dragon's blood.

"Huh"

Crystal blood beads pulsed around his body, and he reached out and put the dragon blood bead into his mouth and bit it in the cold wind of hunting.

The next moment, the scorching temperature like a flame boiled in his body, as if he had swallowed a piece of burning carbon alive, but in the excruciating pain of his body, the hunger and thirst of that soul was satisfied, and in less than 10 seconds, that seemingly endless hunger and thirst returned.

Blessed by anger and hunger, Tyrion's left hand was forced into the wound of the young dragon, and he no longer suppressed himself, so in the earth-shattering roar of the young dragon, the blood of its whole body was frantically sucked down to the last drop.

"Whoa"

The young dragon let out its last roar, its life had come to an end with the escape of blood, and with the suppression of the Boundary Guardian Enchantment, it was no longer able to drive its heavy wings, and could only take the elven vampire behind it and fall into the forest where the dawn of Quel'Salas came.

The death of this young dragon also represents the end of this night of chaos... Temporary end.

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"Let me see (let Gugar see)"

In the empty camp of the orcs, the night war was over, and the orcs did not attack the hinterland of Quel'Salas as smoothly as expected, on the one hand, because of the desperate resistance of the elven rangers, and on the other hand, because of the revival of the demolished Bantyrenore barrier in the middle, so that the ogre and troll's spell offensive was once again suppressed.

The trap Tyrion set for Gul'dan inadvertently bought precious time for the elven reinforcements, and eventually turned defeat into victory.

By this time, the soldiers of the three clans had been regrouped to defend themselves against the elves' counterattack, while the two-headed ogre Gugal sat in the camp tent, holding Guldan's soul stone in his hand.

There was an incomprehensible light in Gugar's eyes, but in the end, he summoned his magic to nourish Gul'dan's tired soul.

"My esteemed teacher, you almost died (you owe you a debt of gratitude to lovely Garona, without whom we would not have been able to save you.) ）”

"It was just a small accident..."

With the help of the psychic circle that radiated light around him, Guldan's weak voice sounded in the tent:

"Death can't stop a warlock..."

"But your body was ruined (the dragon fire burned your body, and all that was left was ashes there. ）”

Both of Gugar's heads made sad expressions at the same time, and Gul'dan fell silent, but soon he spoke again:

"Contact the Blood Fiend, I need him to personally choose a suitable body for me."

"Bloodseeker won't say yes so easily (he's become one of Orgrim's dogs!) ）”

There was a hint of embarrassment on Gugal's face:

"How can I persuade him? (His asking price must be high!) ）”

"Then tell him, curse code, the secret he wants, I'll trade this for this!"

Gul'dan's voice turned hazy:

"As long as the Blood Demon still has brains, he should know that Orgrim doesn't trust him, and if he wants to protect himself, he must have enough weapons in his hands to turn the tide of the battle, go, Gugar, I'm sure, the Blood Demon will agree."

The ogre nodded, stood up, and walked out of the tent, his departure making the atmosphere of the tent quiet and eerie again, and after a few minutes, Guldan's soul let out a sigh:

"So, why don't you speak? Garona... You managed to escape from Triig, but you followed me all the way, let me guess, you want to kill me? Because of those things I did to you in the past? ”

"Buzz"

The dark air pulsed, and a moment later, Garona's body appeared in the corner of the tent, she knelt there, her posture did not look like a rude orc at all, and if you looked closely, except that her skin was pale green, she did not have many orc features on her body, even the fangs at the corners of her mouth looked small and exquisite.

Her black hair was tied into two ponytails at the back of her head, which looked strange, and around her slender waist hung two twisted daggers, the blades of which were covered with obscure and mysterious runic light.

Garona's eyes were pale blue, representing half of the blood in her body that belonged to the Draenei, and in the deepest part of those pale blue eyes, there was a faint dark red dot of light, which represented a part of her soul that had been manipulated by Gul'dan.

"Why don't you speak? Garona, my most trusted subordinate, you see, I taught you to be the best assassin you can be, I forged these two daggers especially for you, and what you did gave it a new name..."

"Monarch Killer, not just a dagger, but your name... Tell me, Garona, what exactly do you want? For the sake of you saving me in the end, I may be merciful enough to give you what you want..."

"I want to be free!"

Gul'dan's voice was interrupted by Garona, the orc assassin's voice was filled with a peculiar hoarseness, like a blade rubbing in the darkness, she looked at the soul stone in front of her, and between the flicking of her fingers, the sharp blade against the surface of the soul stone.

"I just want to be free! I'll take the rest myself! ”

"Freedom? Oh, did your human friend teach you new words? ”

Gul'dan mercilessly taunted the assassin in front of him:

"So, where are the human friends who taught you to chase freedom? Oh yes, you pierced his heart with your own hands, my poor King Lane, who trusted someone he shouldn't have trusted... Don't you get it yet? Garona, freedom, that's just a meaningless illusion! Your life, your meaning, is only on the battlefield..."

"Click"

A crack was torn open by the dagger on the surface of the soul stone, and Garona's eyes were full of pain, and she roared:

"Shut up! Freely! Give me!! ”

"Okay, okay..."

This action made Gul'dan feel threatened, and given his current weakness, he no longer provoked the Assassin in front of him, he muttered for a moment, and whispered:

"The freedom you want, I'll give it to you!"

"Go, go back to Draenor, go back to our dying world, on the edge of Shadowmoon Valley, where I hide the Eye of the Lord that binds your soul, shatter it, and you will be free... But Galona, you never really want to get it, you're a cursed, you're a wretched..."

Guldan's voice echoed through the tent, but it was empty, and Garona had left at some point, as if she had never appeared.