An Yang chuckled lightly and asked, "I heard that you had a fight with Orgrim?" ”

Lothar opened her eyes and said weakly, "Please describe this confrontation as a battle or a duel, Venerable Prophet. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

An Yang shrugged indifferently and said, "It seems that the situation of the great commander is not optimistic. ”

Lothar retorted, "The orc was also badly wounded, and I didn't lose this battle. ”

An Yang said calmly: "But if you fight him alone, you are likely to die in his hands, after all, you have no experience in fighting orcs, and he has been fighting with the Delaneei in Draenor for many years, and you are not as young and strong as him, you don't have a suitable weapon yet......"

Lothar frowned and asked, "Prophet, is this your prophecy?" ”

An Yang shook his head: "I don't know, I've changed too much, and now I can't see the future clearly, but in the original history, you did die under Orgrim's Hammer of Destruction in a certain duel, and then because of your death, Azeroth won the war." ”

"Oh, it turns out that my death still has such a big effect, then I am relieved, and I am not dead in vain." Lothar said lightly, not at all unable to see that he was seriously injured and unable to move, "But that orc leader is indeed difficult to deal with, much more difficult to deal with than the rude orc leader and the warlock with evil powers before, by the way, prophet, you have such a strong strength, why don't you help me kill this orc......"

"Forget it, I don't want to meddle in your war."

"It's disappointing, I thought our friendship would be up to you."

"I'm a principled person, and besides, I'm leaving soon."

"You're leaving?" Lothar acted surprised, "When?" ”

"After a while, when I have read all of Karazhan's collection, I guess I will have mastered the essence and outline of Azeroth's arcane magic system, and that is when I left, and I have gained a lot in this world, not only about magic wisdom, but also some very special friends."

"I guess you're referring to me, but why does that sound so strange, like a goodbye?"

"Don't be too narcissistic, it's not just you, but you're there, you're brave, strong, fearless, you're the quintessential hero, being friends with you has taught me a lot, and spending time with you has made this experience even more legendary and exciting."

"Do you think I'll be embarrassed, but it should be said that being with you, a prophet, makes my experience even more legendary."

"Maybe so, for you, I am a prophet, and for me, you are also a hero of mankind."

Lothar pursed her lips noncommittally, and suddenly changed the topic: "So, the purpose of your coming here is to destroy evil and stop Sargeras, and humans and orcs have nothing to do with you?" ”

An Yang had long been accustomed to his character and such a way of speaking, thought for a while, and said: "Actually, I'm not that great, I said, I just came here by accident, I really don't want to get involved in the war between humans and orcs, so it's not wrong to say that I just want to destroy the evil energy." ”

Lothar stretched out her hand tremblingly and pointed outside: "Well, Medivan is dead, but there is another orc who has evil powers, don't you plan to use your great side to kill him, well, you know, his threat to justice is too great......"

The corners of An Yang's eyes twitched, and he suddenly understood Lothar's thoughts.

"You just want me to be a free thug and get rid of Gul'dan for you, right?"

"I didn't, haha, you said it yourself, you have to know the evil, but you didn't do it thoroughly."

Anyang didn't bother to talk to this guy more, and after chatting with him for a while, he planned to leave.

But before leaving, he turned around and said, "If I can meet Gul'dan, I'll try to make a move." ”

Lothar's eyes lit up suddenly, and he grinned, "I keep in touch with Durotan, and if you go all the way west, you will definitely meet Gul'dan." ”

The corners of An Yang's eyes twitched again, and he hurriedly walked out of the big tent.

When he got to the clearing, he nodded to the two patrol soldiers who greeted him in return, and jumped up directly, soared into the sky, and quickly disappeared into the sky.

Flying hundreds of miles to the west, he met the fleeing Gul'dan and his guards, as well as the pursuing Frostwolf Clan.

Anyang didn't stop, he swiped through the air at high speed, and flew past Guldan and his party before finding a place to stop.

He put away his armor, leaving him wrapped in a white robe and a hood to cover his face, and he was like a mage of Azeroth, pacing under the woods, waiting for Gul'dan and his guards to arrive, but his weapons were already ready to be fired.

This is a promise to Lothar, and it is also an explanation of the excuse he made at the beginning.

The sky in the distance is pure turquoise, floating with faint white clouds, surrounded by dense mountain forests, yellow trees, red blades of grass, a bit like the autumn scenery on the plateau, against the backdrop of a meandering stream, gurgling sound, making this place like a fairy tale beautiful.

Not long after, a slight rumbling sound came, from far and near.

Gul'dan and his guards on the wolf, as well as some of the Shadow Council's degenerate sorcerers, climbed over the hills in the distance, and the wolf had feet softer than a horse's hooves, but because of its heavy size and the sound of carrying the orcs, it was like a cavalry team.

An Yang walked out from behind the tree at the right time and stopped in front of them.

Gul'dan at the front suddenly strangled the giant wolf, let out a muffled roar in his throat, his eyes were as sharp as a beast, and his fangs were even more terrifying, staring at the stranger who suddenly appeared in front of him, his withered hand quietly grasped the staff hanging beside the giant wolf.

"Who are you?"

An Yang raised his head, revealing a face that didn't quite look like this world, a black and deep gaze, he raised his hand and took off the hood, so that his face was completely exposed in front of them, and said, "I think you have heard my name, my name is An Yang, and I am the one who guides Dulongtan. ”

Guldan's eyes suddenly became more aggressive, and he glared at him angrily: "You are the prophet? ”

An Yang stared at the black-robed orc, he was slightly bent over, with hideous bone spurs on his back, and two eye-catching skulls hanging on the two protruding bone spurs on his shoulders, his face was a little old, but his facial features were terrifying, and his eyes had a sense of evil wisdom.

He nodded: "Yes, you really know me, it seems that you are a dog, ah no, Guldan, I am lucky to meet you." ”

Gul'dan looked at him in a low voice, "I heard that you are not from Azeroth, why would you want to sabotage my plans?" ”

An Yang smiled: "Because I also have my plan, you have the power you want, and I also have what I want, it's as simple as that, in fact, these have nothing to do with justice and evil, and I'm not that great." ”

Guldan said solemnly: "So, you have already succeeded, why do you want to stop us?" ”

An Yang laughed again, and when he stopped abruptly, his eyes were already cold: "Because I'm going to kill you!" ”

Gul'dan picked up the staff and jumped down from the wolf, but he was very cautious, and said in a deep voice: "You are a mysterious person, I do not want to be your enemy, but I am not afraid of you, if you continue to provoke, I will let my pet taste the so-called prophet." ”

An Yang pursed his lips: "It just so happens that I also want to try the power of a shaman after mastering the evil energy." ”

Gul'dan stared at him silently, and suddenly waved his hand, and said to the orcs beside him: "You go and watch out for the Frostwolf Clan, this human is handed over to me, rest assured, I will not let you wait too long, nor will I let the shamans and warriors of the Frostwolf Clan catch up with us." ”

The orcs looked at each other and quickly dispersed.

There is no doubt that they have tacitly turned the confrontation between Gul'dan and Anyang into a sacred duel of honor.

An Yang seemed more relaxed, knowing that Durotan was not dead, he knew that the spell was more or less defensive against the evil energy, in this case, as long as he could resist the domineering evil energy, even Dulongtan would be able to fight with Gul'dan for so long, what else did he have to fear?

It should take another half an hour for the Frostwolf Clan led by Durotan to reach here, and this valley has already resounded with a loud muffled sound, the sound of evil energy, spells, and explosions are intertwined, showing the fierce battle here, and Guldan's power is stronger than An Yang imagined.

The vegetation on the ground was trampled, the clear creeks were muddied by the sand stirred up by the collision, the yellow-leaved trees burned, broken or simply destroyed, and many of the red low plants were simply razed to the ground, and the beauty was lost, and the ground occasionally appeared a charred black or pothole.

Half an hour later, when the Frostwolf Clan arrived, the Shadow Council and Gul'dan's personal guards had dispersed.

An Yang stood alone in a white robe, holding a head in his hand, facing the orcs of the menacing Frostwolf Clan.

First of all were Durotan and Gurush.

Unsuspecting orcs rode huge frost wolves to surround him, very vigilant, carrying weapons, moving their muscular bodies, showing a strong and savage fighting intent, and from time to time there were people roaring angrily, if it wasn't for Durotan's alliance with humans, they would have rushed up long ago.

But Durotan and Gurush, who recognized him, were puzzled, glanced at what was in his hand, frowned, and asked, "Prophet, why are you here?" ”

They glanced behind him again, and the mess was amazing, as if it had been ravaged by some mighty creature.

An Yang didn't say much, turned the head in his hand around, and threw it on the grass in front of him with a bang.

The surrounding orcs were stunned and in an uproar.

Even Durotan's eyes widened and he stared at the ground in disbelief.

"Ancient ...... Guldan! ”

An Yang pursed his lips and said, "I'm about to leave this world, this is the last thing I do, you can do it yourself, Durotan, I sincerely wish the orcs to survive in an intact land, but it's better not to rely on war, it's too cruel." ”

Durotan opened his mouth slightly, but he quickly reacted, took out a string of small objects from his waist, and handed it to him: "Thank you, Prophet, that although I have said this phrase many times since I knew you, it is still my most sincere language. ”

An Yang smiled and took the little Gu Zhong bracelet and pursed his lips silently, but a layer of silver-white nano armor began to appear on his body.

[Tonight's two shifts are to compensate for the one shift owed on the 17th, double the compensation that was promised, never break the promise, and two normal shifts during the day. 】

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