"What a brave race, it seems that after the madness of the demon's blood has faded, they have regained their souls... What good material. ”

On the hillside not far from the Hand of Gul'dan, Tyrion stood like a black statue on the top of the hillside, his body covered with a black cloak, gloomy and solemn, looking like a worshipper praying.

Beside him, Nassa, the heavily armed Blood Warden, was also watching the battle between the orcs and the Fire Lord Senluken.

In its heyday, Senluken could even single-handedly fight against the warlocks of the entire Draenor world, and even Gul'dan feared the power of the elemental king.

But what was summoned at this time was only an echo after all, and the real Fire King was shattered by the power gathered by the orc warlocks 10 years ago.

So in the face of the siege of the elite warriors of Warsong, the Thunder King and the Broken Hand Clan, the seemingly majestic Senlucan is actually being weakened every minute and every second, and the orc warriors use chains and javelins to restrict the movement of the flame giants, and under the leadership of the chiefs, they wave their weapons one after another and rush up to attack the body of the Flame King.

As those dark green stones shattered, Senluken's tall body also became weak.

"The orcs will win, that's obvious."

The sound of Nasa urn rang out:

"If you're going to use this flame giant to destroy the last orc chieftain, you're miscalculated, this element is too weak, it's no match for these berserk orcs."

"I never thought that a weakened elemental lord would be able to defeat Grom. Hell roars... I'm not that stupid yet. ”

Tyrion whispered:

"Draenor has existed for too short, and the elemental spirits it has bred are too weak, and even when these elements are in their prime, the power they gather together is no match for any of the elemental lords of Azeroth..."

"As Nao Zu said, I just give these desperate orcs a little hope, like a person who has fallen into the water, and will cling to any hope when he sees it, and defend the last hope with everything he has, the demon blood can only stimulate their bodies, and I... I will stimulate their souls with hope and let them burst out with unparalleled combat power..."

The Death Knight let out a hoarse laugh:

"Inspired by high hopes, these orcs will once again break through the order of Azeroth, and they will become stronger, more crazy, and the sharpest knives in our hands... Oh, I hope Mr. Medivan will like my gift, and I hope the world of Azeroth is ready for a new batch... Intruder! ”

This statement made the Blood Warden's body shake for a moment, and she silently walked away from Tyrion until she was about to disappear into the darkness when the Death Knight suddenly spoke:

"How's the investigation of the Dark Temple going?"

"It's a weird place, and there's a reason the orcs abandoned it."

Nassa replied:

"There is a power that we have never seen before that envelops the inside and outside of that temple, although it will not harm the body, but it will affect the stability of the soul, Luminas and Roglio have already led people to clean it up, but if you want me to say, if you want to choose a stronghold, it may not be suitable there!"

"Souls slain in anger and despair, well-preserved corpses, and the dark forces that fill the temple are simply the most perfect fortress of the Death Knights!"

Tyrion waved his hand:

"I don't see what's wrong! Go ahead, tell Rog and Lumi, set up the psychic circle as fast as possible, and when I get back, I'll start recruiting enough knights to be our base camp for at least the next 5 years! ”

Nassa nodded, and before leaving, she reported:

"Celent and the Blood Mage have gone to Tarador to reconnoiter as you ordered, and news will be sent back soon."

"Yes, I see."

Tyrion nodded, and after Nassa vanished, the Death Knight raised his hand, a cloud of dark red energy coiled in his palm, and he stared at the power of death, his ice-blue eyes glinted with disgust.

"Shattrath... Naru... Delaney... Viren, I'm just getting started, don't get in my way... Crumbs! ”

A moment later, Tyrion looked up, and beyond the altar of the Hand of Gul'dan, the battle between the orcs and the Fire Lord Senlucan had reached the end.

"Bang"

The scorching blade of the roasted axe slashed open the dark green flame giant's arm, and Grom's body jumped in the air, and the moment it hit the ground, the roaring flame giant lifted its foot and slammed it down on the orc chieftain.

"Orcs! Die! ”

Grom raised his head, and the storm brought by the dark green flames that fell from the top of his head made his black hair flutter, but the orcs of the Warsong Clan would never be afraid of their opponents, and the red light in his eyes became violent as he saw the boulder fall, and the orc chief held the battle axe with both hands.

His arms swelled in a circle at this moment, and the whole person was like a little green giant, and with the blessing of his violent will and strength, Grom wielded his battle axe, and rolled his body to the other side, and the moment the boulder fell, the blood-red blade of light grazed the flame giant's left leg, smashing the thick rock into the rubble.

"Kargas! When are you going to wait! ”

Grom roared, and the next moment, the Broken Hand Chieftain hidden in the shadows leaped out of the shadows like a black sword, his right hand grasping the wrist of his left hand, and the black fist blade smeared with poison pierced the Flame King's neck with precision and viciousness.

"Bang"

Like an explosion, the dark green flame giant's head was cut off under the flurry of Cagas's fists.

No one will miss this good opportunity, although half of the orc warriors have been lost, but under the leadership of Fenris, the wolf cavalry of the Thunder King, who has been fighting around the Lord of Flames, threw out the hunting spears in their hands, these sharp steel spears pierced the already fragile body of the Flame King, and in the cry of the wolf cavalry, the chains carried behind the war spears were straightened.

With the combined efforts of dozens of wolf knights, the body of the tall flame giant fell backwards for the first time, smashing into the scorching earth.

"Orcs! Roar! Die! Roar! ”

The elemental lord who had lost his head still wanted to resist, and Grom's body rose into the sky at this moment, and with the help of the force of the fall, the battle axe in his hand slammed into the chest of the flame elemental, smashing the strongest boulder, and the blood-like magma spurted out of the wound, causing the caught off guard Grom to be severely burned.

But this blow also completely ended Sen Luken's cursed body, Grom endured the pain, waved his battle axe and wanted to attack, the next moment, blue, red, gray and white light burst out from Sen Luken's torn body, storm, flames, flowing water and earth, that breath that was incompatible with Shadow Moon Valley, and the entire battlefield was quiet in the first moment.

The old shamans of the Shadowmoon Clan once again felt the pure elemental power after more than ten years, which made them cry bitterly, and made them sincerely kneel on the ground to welcome the elemental spirits who had regained their freedom.

Even the warriors who had just recovered from the fierce battle stood stunned when they smelled the strange pure air, looking at the four shadows suspended in the sky in front of them.

The blue, formless, suspended apparition like flowing water is Ebrius, the spirit of water of Draenor.

The red, flame-like one that burns brightly, and carries the Flame Crown on the forehead of the blurred form, which is Ethan Latus, the flame spirit of Draenor.

White, with a body that swirled like a storm, and every word was like a murmur in the wind, it was Calradios, the air spirit of Draenor.

Finally, there is a giant with its feet on the earth, its whole body made of black and gray rocks, it uses blue gems as its eyes, and when it takes steps, the earth welcomes its arrival and trembles.

This is Godau, the spirit of the earth of Draenor.

But the once gentle and serious elemental spirits were no longer the same, as the strongest shaman, Nao Zu knelt on the ground, he could keenly feel that after the evil war, these elemental spirits also became difficult to communicate, they looked at the orcs in front of them with a kind of scrutinizing gaze, no longer as close as they once were, even as strangers.

Perhaps it was because the orcs broke the shackles of the Fire Lord Senlucan and set the elementals free, and because of this, the elementals did not attack them.

Here's your chance!

Neozu's eyes blinked, and he reached out to take the old shaman Orunok behind him. He stood up, took a few steps forward, put the white skull in his hands with both hands, and shouted to the elemental spirits:

"Great elementals, welcome back to this world... We repent of the heinous sins that we once committed, the soul of the chief evil one has dissipated, but its skull will be offered to you as a trophy, and may you forgive us for our foolish mistakes. ”

"Gul'dan..."

The voice of the air spirit Caladeos resounded in the ears of the orcs: "His death will not change anything... Draenor is dying, and it's because of you! ”

"You don't deserve to be saved!"

Ethan Latus, the spirit of fire, said indifferently, "You have killed your own world!" ”

"But we're aware of it!"

"We pray for forgiveness, we long for the opportunity to redeem, we can only save our world, and we are willing to give up everything, even our lives!"

Neozu half-knelt on the ground, at his signal, Grom was the first to put down his weapon and kneel in front of the elemental spirit, and the unruly orc warriors also realized the seriousness of the problem, they put down their weapons one after another, probably this humble attitude made the elementals breathe a bad breath, and after a moment of silence, the spirit of flowing water, Ebrius, spoke:

"Shadowmoon Valley... Tarador... Nataan, the earth infested by evil energy cannot be restored, and we cannot save this world..."

"Nope! No! ”

Naozu was keenly aware of the change in the attitude of the elemental spirits, and no one knew the connection between the elements and reality better than the old shaman, and he was very sure to convince the elemental spirits, the reason was simple, if Draenor died, these elemental spirits would not live, and everyone was closely related...

Now that it has come to this point, no matter who it is, there is no way to avoid the final ending.

"We don't dare to hope that you will save the whole world, that is not realistic!"

Naozu opened his arms and said sincerely and humbly:

"We only hope that the great elements will bless the unspoiled land, Nagrand, Gorrond, Frostfire Ridge and Alanka, only these places still exist, whether it is the great elementals or the humble us, can find a respite, can give birth to hope... And we, the servants who once served the elements, we beg the elements to give us power again..."

"I swear by this!"

Neozu snapped his cheek with his fingers, letting the blood run in his palm, and he cried out:

"In the name of the chief of the Shadowmoon Clan, I swear here! The regained shamans will devote themselves to the salvation of Draenor, vowing by our souls that we will expel the infestation of evil energy and make amends for the sins we have committed... O merciful element, please give us a chance to save this world! Please join forces with us... Defend Draenor, defend our world! ”

Frankly speaking, this request is not too much, the reason why the elemental spirits will distribute the power of the elements to the orcs when the orcs are born, is to hope that these flesh and blood creatures will help them maintain this world, the elements have no substance, and they cannot lend a hand in the face of many disasters, so the existence of the shaman is actually a specific display of the power of the elements.

Many times, the soul of a shaman is referred to as the fifth element.

And now, the free elemental spirits can clearly feel the weakening of the world of Draenor, and in this case, it is necessary to reconvene a group of shamans.

And Nao Zu also gave these proud elementals enough face, and seeing the remaining orc chieftains humbly kneeling on the ground, the elemental spirits were silent for a moment, and finally made a decision.

The howling wind blew away the solemn clouds of Shadow Moon Valley at this moment, casting a not very bright ray of sunlight on the ground, and clear raindrops were also scattered on the dry land of Shadow Moon Valley in the sunlight, and the cracks in the ground were mended little by little, and in the burning flames, all orcs felt a kind of soul warmth.

The power of the four elements enveloped Nao Zu, filling his thin body little by little, and behind him, the Shadow Moon Shamans cried loudly, and the power of the elements returned to their bodies, which represented the end of the dark 20 years of apocalyptic time.

"Cherish it... Orcs, no... There's no next time. ”

In the murmur of the elements, the four elements disappeared into the air, Neozu raised his arms and roared in the most cheerful posture, his hand commanded the dance, the gentle power of flowing water covered Grom's body, healing his burns in an instant, Chief Warsong stood up, he looked at Neozu whose body was wrapped in elemental power, he whispered:

"I believe you, Naozu... Thank you for saving the world..."

"Save? No! Grommache, this is just the beginning of atonement ... There's a lot more we have to do... A lot! ”