"Ahem!" Orgrim let out a muffled snort.

Becoming the Forsaken, he retains the exaggerated power of his life, and it can be said that there is an absolute gap in strength between him and those Forsaken who were human beings in life.

But he was actually suppressed by Gultug.

Not just suppression, but even hanging.

The warriors of the Horde, whose heart of glory drives their actions, can be cruel, can be tyrannical, but definitely not mean.

Gurtug, on the other hand, was born as a hard laborer and had no taboos in the way he fought.

Obviously, he has already gained an advantage in strength, but this guy is pouring strength into each other's weapons in an attempt to suppress each other's spit.

To be precise, it activated the [Evil Acid Breath]!

In Gurtug's large, fishy mouth, a mouthful of natural acid spitting resembles a green dragon.

Caught off guard, Orgrim was hit on the spot, you know, the duel between the tribal warriors, at this time, is at most grinning, trying to overwhelm the other party with momentum, who knew that the other party would do this and directly launch a spit?

Ogrim's whole face seemed to be splashed with sulfuric acid, and the pain of his soul being corrupted by the forces of nature made him let out a scream, and a lazy donkey rolled backwards.

Obviously, Gultug was not ready to let Orgrim go, he took a huge step, brandished the battle axe, and mercilessly mended the [Acid Wound] on Orgrim's back, this kind of attack with acid will cause continuous damage to Orgrim.

"Shameless—" Thrall couldn't help it, and with a swing of the Hammer of Destruction, he arrived with a charge and slammed his head into Gurtug.

"Fuck off, I'm still looking for this idiot who buried millions of orc warriors!" Gurtug scoffed.

Thrall only felt his heavy body suddenly become lilt, and the whole person flew upside down without knowing what was going on.

It was a mysterious power involving evil powers, and it had banished Thrall out of him.

This was not the end, and in the next moment, Thrall felt that his blood was forcibly ignited by an external evil energy.

"Ho!" is like a hundred thousand lighters in his body, scorching every inch of blood vessels in Sal's body with a small flame.

The pain of the blood boiling didn't make Thrall collapse, but it was definitely uncomfortable.

Thrall suddenly understood a little bit of how the apostate evil orc in front of him came from the surname [Blood Boiling].

Gultug's abilities are the enemy of almost all the living.

Sal regretted it a little, if he had carefully configured his tactics and strategies in advance according to Duke's strategy, he would not have been as passive as he is now.

There are so many strong people in the tribe, and it has long passed the period when the three or two kittens supported the scene.

Just as Gurtug was flying Sal, he had only surrendered two months before when Gagoma, the Inspector who had been guarding the walls of Hellfire, pounced. When Kilrog*Deadeye and Kargas*Bladefist, two resurrected and betrayed traitors, were killed by Thrall, Gagoma rejoined the tribe instead.

The powerhouse of the Shattered Palm Clan, who had long since lost his arms, swung two short axes that replaced his forearms and slashed at Gultug.

In no particular order, Woking's spear and Anastrian's fireball slammed into Gultug at the same time.

"Huh?" Gurtug showed agility disproportionate to his size, and he actually took an exaggerated step back, a full five meters back.

There was not the slightest annoyance on his face, but there was a full ridicule, and seven words came out of his mouth: "Come out!

As the voice fell, the entire surrounding environment suddenly changed drastically.

The temple, which was originally dimly lit, suddenly had many translucent ghosts wandering in the air. Their mournful soul whispers sent shivers down the spine of the living.

The Temple of Carabo, the sacred place of the Draenei, was once so majestic and majestic.

The temple contains an artifact that has been passed down from generation to generation by the Draenei - the Soul Box. When the best leaders, wisest prophets, and bravest warriors of the tribe died, the Draenei kept their souls in the Soul Box, hoping to immortalize these great souls with the power of the artifact.

Unfortunately, nearly thirty years ago, the orcs occupied the temple of Carabo.

Gul'dan soon noticed the energy contained in the Soul Box. He retrieved the souls of the Draenei who had died innocently in the war, put them in the Soul Crate, and stuffed the souls of the bloodthirsty orcs into it, which, combined with his own dark magic, was eventually corrupted.

But Gul'dan didn't expect the power of this artifact to be so powerful, even if it was corrupted, it would be difficult for him to control it. So he had to seal it up for the time being, waiting for a later date. However, Gul'dan never had a chance to see the Soul Crate again, and he followed Orgrim to Azeroth, where he died.

The Soul Crate remained in the temple until Illidan took control of the temple.

Except for Duke, no one in the Allies knew what had become of the Soul Box. Even the Draenei themselves have the impression of thirty years ago.

And Duke's strategy ......

The Raiders are dead.

Not to mention the strategy, many times, if you don't experience it yourself, you will never understand the horror of the enemy and the complexity of the enemy's skills.

A huge and illusory cage descended from the sky, and countless unjust souls were wailing and wailing, their mouths wide open, and they spoke of the suffering they had endured in their lives with a terrible soul voice.

Hearing these voices, almost every living person has a feeling of tingling in their scalp.

Goosebumps filled every inch of his skin.

Soon, the unjust spirits screamed and began to converge under an inexplicable mysterious force.

In just three seconds, a huge illusory head appeared in everyone's field of vision.

It was a large number of crystal prism edging around it, and in the middle was a male face that seemed extremely bitter at first glance.

It opened its mouth wide and howled in despair.

Thrall was a spirit, and he realized that this should be the first form of the Soul Box, the Source of Suffering, had set his sights on him.

"Run!" came Viren's voice in the distance.

Obviously, when they saw that the tribe was in a hurry to be beaten by the raid, the strong team led by Viren chose to intervene directly.

"Run, stay!" Gultug sneered, squirting acid again.

For some reason, the corrosive liquid slowed down Thrall considerably.

"Great Chief!" Kane, who had initially fallen into confusion, came back to his senses. The Minotaur swooped over and lifted Sal up, throwing him like a flying ball.

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