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A large human force marched, knights and infantry distinct, but without exception they were all dressed in heavy silver armor, and their footsteps rattled on the ground.

The knights were swordsman-swords, and the infantry were armed with halberds and heavy shields, but almost all of them had a musket pinned to the waist of the dwarves.

The contrast between silver armor and brass muskets has a different kind of beauty.

That's almost the entire force of Stormwind!

At the foreground was King Ryan, dressed in white gold armor, riding a tall horse, all the way over the mountain pass to the orc camp in front of him before stopping and staring ahead.

To their flanks and to the right, a force of brown-skinned orcs also approached, all of them riding frostwolves nearly two meters high, parked in the distant forest, far away from the human army.

Durotan rode forward with his fangs at great speed, while King Ryan rode forward, and the two met in the middle of the hillside, each nodding and saying hello.

"The Prophet said you would come, so I waited here."

"Thanks be to the Prophet."

"I'm sorry, the previous plan may not work, the current Frostwolf Clan is the enemy of the entire tribe, even if the humans divert the orc army, they will guard against the Frostwolf Clan, and we can't sneak up and kill Gul'dan."

"We are ready to force our way through the Orc camp until we kill Gul'dan and destroy the Dark Gate!"

Durotan fell silent for a moment, he knew that Gul'dan was evil, and he also longed to destroy Gul'dan, but he also knew that Draenor had been destroyed, and if there was no Dark Gate, the orcs who remained in Draenor would starve to death!

He hesitated for a moment.

After a long time, Durotan said, "Actually, there is another way to kill Gul'dan!" ”

King Ryan hurriedly asked, "What method?" ”

Durotan touched his waist, his fingers touched the pitifully small string of ancient bells, and his expression suddenly became firm: "There is a very sacred ritual among us orcs, called Makgora, which is also used to settle disputes among orcs...... As the chief of the Frostwolf Clan, I am qualified to challenge him! ”

It took a long time for King Ryan to come back to his senses, and he asked in surprise, "You want to launch Makgora against Gul'dan?" ”

Durotan nodded: "Gul'dan was originally the most powerful shaman in the tribe, and now he has degenerated into a warlock, but as a warrior he is not too strong. Sacred Makogoras are not allowed to use magic, that will be considered cheating, if Gul'dan does not use his magic, I may be able to kill him, in case he violates the rules of using his magic, I also have something that the Prophet gave me, maybe I will be able to block his magic, and then I will kill him! ”

King Ryan was silent and said, "Well, Chief, in the unfortunate event that you fail, my army and I, as well as the Frostwolf Clan, will avenge you!" ”

Durontan nodded: "I have already agreed with the clan, if I fail to challenge Gul'dan, then my clan will be temporarily in charge of Gurush, and he will attack the tribe with you." ”

The two quickly made an appointment, and Durotan rode forward on the frostwolf.

The atmosphere in the orc camp quickly boiled.

The arrival of this former tribal hero, the once famous chief of the Frostwolf Clan, and the traitor who led the entire Frostwolf Clan to betray the tribe, undoubtedly caused an uproar in the tribe.

Countless orcs surrounded him, making provocative and disdainful voices, mixed with words of heckling and challenge, and even some orcs raised their weapons to demonstrate to the little chief, but did not directly come up to attack him.

On the contrary, Durontan moved forward with a calm face, and almost everyone made way for him.

They respected him as a formidable warrior, they still had the impression of his integrity in their hearts, and they remembered the stubborn and powerful Frostwolf Chieftain, who they thought they were not qualified to judge Durotan even if he had committed a crime.

Durotan did not wear plate armor, only wrapped in a frost wolf animal skin that symbolized the chief of the frost wolf clan, the thick fangs and calm face gave people a strong sense of oppression, the top of the head was the head of the frost wolf, the hideous facial features were clearly visible, the sharp teeth of the frost wolf and his facial fangs were opposite, there was a sense of savage majesty!

He made his way on, and soon reached the center of the camp.

The orcs had already formed a circle around them, leaving a clearing in the middle.

Here, even if the onlookers are people of status in the major clans, powerful warriors or shamans, ordinary orcs are not qualified to witness this Makogora at all.

Despite Anyang's explanation of the dangers of starting Makgora, Durotan was undaunted, and he grabbed the Frostwolf's reins in front of Guldan's tower, looked in all directions, and jumped off the Frostwolf.

"I, Durotan, the chief of the Frostwolf Clan and the son of Garrad, hereby initiate Makgora to kill Gul'dan!"

The sound echoed everywhere.

At present, the titular Great Chief of the Horde has been killed in battle, and the legendary hero Grom has also been engulfed in a bombshell, but it all came too suddenly, Ogrim is not ready to seize power, and the other heroes have not yet moved.

That is, the tribe at this time did not yet have a titular chief chieftain.

So, when Durotan called out Makgoras, only Bladefist and Orgrim were waiting for him, and no one was nominally good enough to preside over the affair. This also means that this Makogora may be more irregular than in the original story, at least at this time there is no traditional black hand present.

Gul'dan quickly walked out of the tower, his eyes flashing green stared at Durontan, he looked at the dark door behind him, which had not yet moved, and said in a deep voice: "Durontan, you are only a traitor among the orcs now, alone, your people are all hiding outside and dare not come back, you are not qualified to launch Makogora against me!" ”

An uproar immediately erupted among the orcs.

If Durotan is not qualified to initiate Makgoras, then, as a traitor, he will inevitably be judged!

At this moment, Orgrim, who was wielding the Hammer of Destruction, stepped forward, "My lord, we still have our people here. ”

Guldan's pupils shrank and he nodded: "Very good, then, little chief, I accept your challenge." ”

Blade Fist, another legendary hero among the orcs next to him, was a little worried: "My lord, the dark door is about to be opened, and I don't recommend wasting time on this matter." ”

Gul'dan said calmly: "It won't take much time. ”

The orcs around them began to shout loudly, and the sacred Makgoras was about to begin.

Durotan lowered his head slightly, stretched out his hand in front of him and spat twice, opened his arms and moved his body, removing the frostwolf skin from his body to reveal his extremely strong body and thick muscles, and stared upwards ahead.

Gul'dan handed the staff in his hand to the Blade Fist, and slowly walked forward with his body bent, and in that heavy step, his body gradually straightened up, no longer the old mage he had before. He untied the straps of the black robe, stretched his arms back, and the black robe slid to the ground, revealing a body of green muscles, which were also unbelievably strong, especially the bone spurs growing outward on his back, making him look like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, extremely hideous and strong!

The cries around became more and more intense, and the battle between the two was about to break out.

Durotan let out a low roar and rushed forward at great speed.

As he approached Gul'dan, he leaped high and threw a punch at him.

"Bang!"

The fist collided with the face, making a muffled sound.

Durotan's strength is so great that ordinary orcs can't block this blow, but Gul'dan is not an ordinary human, even if he doesn't use magic and evil powers, he is stronger than ordinary orcs, and he turned around and fought with Durontan.

I saw Gul'dan grab Durotan's fist, hit Durotan in the face with an uppercut, and punched him in the abdomen, the huge force beat Durotan to the bend of his body, it can be said that he has the upper hand.

The orcs around them coaxed again, shouting loudly.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him, Gul'dan!"

The battle between the two continued, and the dull sound in the field was endless.

Orc combat is usually not very fancy, it is a contest of strength and strength, fist to flesh, but it does not mean that their fighting is not skillful, on the contrary, the inconspicuous speed and extreme sharpness, as well as extraordinary reflexes and accuracy are far beyond the human comparison.

Finally, Durotan seized an opportunity and stepped on Gul'dan's arm with a high kick, slamming him in the face and stumbling him with a knee in the abdomen, knocking him back a few steps.

"Bang!"

Durotan still refused to give up, rushed over in a few steps, and threw another punch, knocking Gul'dan away, and several smooth and beautiful heavy punches in a row slammed into Guldan's body, knocking him directly to the ground.

The arena suddenly fell silent, and only Du Long's arrogant and domineering roar was heard!

"Roar!"

Durotan showed his prowess as an orc hero, perhaps with a bit of a protagonist aura, and he rushed over again in a few steps to grab Gul'dan's arm, lifting him up and throwing him over the shoulder, falling to the ground hard.

"Bang!"

Gul'dan's combat power is also extraordinary, especially since he also controls evil powers, and his physical fitness far surpasses that of ordinary orcs.

As soon as he turned over, he stood up, grabbed Durotan's head, slammed him on the head, and then grabbed him by the waist and lifted him up, the muscles in his arms bulging as if to cut him off.

Durotan's face turned red for a moment, and his hands kept clutching as if he were extremely uncomfortable.

If it's an ordinary person's battle, it's okay to hug someone else's waist, but for powerful orcs, they have enough strength to squeeze people to death, which is a natural strength advantage.

Finally, Durotan grabbed the bone spur that grew from Guldan's back, and as if he had found a point of strength, the thick muscles of his arms began to swell again, and the power erupted as if it could be seen with the naked eye!

"Bang!"

Two bone spurs are broken!

Gul'dan was suddenly in pain, roared angrily, and threw Durotan out.

Just as he was about to continue rushing over, the edge of the dark door behind him suddenly lit up with a green glow, and a chant of incantations seemed to sound around him.

An invitation from another has opened the way between the Dark Gate and Azeroth!

[Out of the house, the code word is inconvenient, the manuscript is used up, the update time will be unstable, at most Friday to recover, during the period of arrears, double compensation after Friday!] ]

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