The strongest lord system

Chapter 573 Orcs will never be slaves
Allen looked at Selena quietly, and Selena also stared at He Fan.

The two looked at each other for almost a few minutes before Allen spoke.

"You should find out what these weapons mean to our Stormwind City." The expression on Allen's face was very serious.

Muskets, maybe old muskets, don't matter.But explosives, artillery, these are all the secrets involved in Stormwind City.

"I know. But this time I believe that I have brought conditions that can satisfy you, Lord Santo." Selina looked at Alan confidently.

Allen twitched his lips and said, "Then I'd like to hear what kind of conditions impress me and offer you these things."

Selena didn't speak, and looked at the black cat and others beside her.

Alan understood what Selena meant, and he waved his hand and said, "You all get out. You are not allowed to come in without my order."

"Yes." Black Cat and others left the office.

"Now you can talk." Allen folded his hands on his chest and looked at the woman in front of him.

There was a flash of struggle in Selena's eyes, and then she returned to her original firmness.

She put her hand on her shirt and picked it up lightly, and the shirt slipped off her white shoulders, revealing that proud figure.

Allen squinted.

"What do you mean……"

…………

Time passed bit by bit.

And at this time in a distant tribe.

An army stands on a rapid advance.

They didn't know how long they had been walking, but they continued to walk forward.

"Hold on. Our destination is ahead." Durotan roared through clenched teeth, with strong will in his eyes.

Since their fleet landed on the west coast of the tribal territory, he stayed behind to gather the fleeing orcs, and then he personally led a powerful battle force, day and night, towards their goal.

That's why Allen couldn't get exact news from them.

"Report...a large pile of corpses was found in front...it's really...really terrifying." An orc soldier who was in charge of scouting hurriedly came back riding a frost wolf, with anger and excitement in his eyes. fear.

These two opposing emotions are mixed together.

Durotan frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Follow me to have a look."

After advancing several hundred meters, Durotan felt like his body was about to explode after reaching a small hill.

Corpses...a large mass of corpses.

There were corpses everywhere, piled up in mountains.

And these are the corpses of orcs.

And among them, there are a few of the most obvious corpses, they are hung high above the strange flags, their eyes are wide open, and there is fear in them.

"That's... that's the battle flag of the Black Fang clan." An orc tremblingly pointed at one of the broken battle flags.

Durotan clenched his fists, and he stepped over the corpses step by step. Every step he took, the bones under his feet were trembling, and the solidified blood had already stained Durotan's shoes.

Before the battle banner of the Blackfang clan, Durotan stopped. He raised his battle ax high, and then slashed down heavily.

The battle flag of the Black Fang clan fell to the ground, and the orc hanging on the battle flag of the Black Fang clan also fell to the ground.

"Red." Durotan slowly squatted down, put his hands on Red's face, and slowly smoothed Red's wide eyes.

Durotan thought that he might meet the son of his old rival one day, but he never imagined that the meeting would be like this.

And just when Durotan was about to get up, his eyes paused for a moment on the flagpole on which the battle flag of the Black Fang Clan hung.

After that, he quietly returned to the front of his team.

"Walk."

Following Durotan's words, the team began to move on.

this way.

Durotan found that his eyes were numb. There were too many corpses.

The previous corpse could be said to be a small stream, so the corpse Durotan saw afterwards was a large ocean.

The ground has been stained red with blood.

There is a bloody smell in the nasal cavity.

And after walking in this corpse for more than ten minutes, several of the musketeer soldiers couldn't bear the strong smell of blood and vomited, and even a few orcs lost control of their emotions.

Just when everyone was approaching the limit, a city appeared in front of their eyes.

"Undercity." Durotan said the familiar name.

The Undercity is their main city for the tribe, and the architectural style of their city is different from that of humans.

Their city walls are much shorter, but there are many sharp barbs on the outside of the city walls, giving people a strong murderous look.

And the buildings that can be vaguely seen inside the city wall reveal a dark style all the time.

Moreover, the gates of the Undercity are wide open at this time, but there are no figures to be seen.

"General. What shall we do now." A musketeer captain stood behind Durotan and said.

Because the commander of this army is Durotan, it is only natural to call him General Durotan.

After Durotan stared at the Undercity for dozens of breaths, he said in a deep voice: "The artillerymen prepare the artillery on the spot, and the orc troops are responsible for protecting the artillery and musketeers. Frostwolf cavalry follow me into the Undercity."

"Yes."

No one raised any objections to Durotan's decision.

Almost within a few minutes, the positions of the artillery and muskets were arranged.

And Durotan has led his Frostwolf Riders into the Undercity.

Not right, not right, not right, really not right.

Durotan rode the snow wolf and quickly shuttled through the streets, but all he saw was ashes, he didn't see any corpses, not even blood, as if the blood had been absorbed by the ground.

"stop!"

The city wall in front blocked Durotan's way, but the gate of the city wall was wide open, and what Durotan really stopped was a corpse on the city wall.

"The Chief of the Dragonmaw Clan, Zuhed."

Compared to Red, Zuhed's appearance is even more miserable. Only half of his head is left, and there is a big bloody hole on his stomach, and the internal organs and organs can even be seen. At this time, there are too many man-eating mosquitoes It is constantly nibbling around the corpse.

Durotan's face became even more gloomy, a golden light appeared above the battle ax in his hand, and he waved his hand.

A golden light flashed, and Zuhed hanging on the city wall instantly dissipated in the golden light.

"Come in with me. Take your weapons and be ready to attack at any time." Durotan steered the Frostwolf into the inner city step by step.

This city wall actually divides the dark city into two parts. In fact, there is a very clear hierarchy among the orc clans.

Ordinary orcs are not allowed to enter this wall, and only those who have status can enter.

And in this one, the great chief of the tribe lives.

……

"Horse, oh, oh, oh."

Not long after entering the inner city, Durotan heard a strange incantation.

And at this moment, a row of green-skinned orcs appeared in front of them.

Durotan clenched the battle ax tightly in his hand: "They are not orcs. Their aura is no longer that of orcs."

I saw that the eyes of these orcs were full of madness, and the muscles of their bodies were at least half as tall as ordinary orcs. For some reason, the skin color of their bodies also turned green.

"Ho Ho Ho," the green-skinned orc hissed, and then the other green-skinned orcs also shouted, rushing towards Durotan and the others.

A ferocious expression appeared on Durotan's face: "Since you are no longer orcs, I will still give you a respectful death in the end. Frostwolf warriors...charge!!"

The white frost wolves charged towards the green orc with their masters on them.

A battle thus took place between orcs and orcs.

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"Ner'zhul. You are really capable. When I was not paying attention, you actually tried to attack the Undercity, and you wanted to use your power to seal the gate I opened. And you almost succeeded." Gul Dan looked ferociously at Ner'zhul who was half kneeling on the ground in front of him.

At this time, Ner'zhul no longer had the same demeanor as before, with a blank look in his eyes.

"Hmph! It's not because of your negligence that you want to use the energy of Azeroth to transform your orc warrior. That's why he can take advantage of it." A figure wearing a black robe appeared in the ancient Behind Erdan: "And look for yourself, there is only a gap left in the door we finally opened. If we didn't stop it in time in the end, this door might really be completely closed by them."

"Hmph. You don't need to talk nonsense. What time is it now, and you still need to be so secretive." Gul'dan said mockingly: "Besides, this matter is not a bad thing in my opinion. You I also saw that under Ner'zhul's suicidal attack, more than half of their tribe's army has been lost, two chiefs of the five major clans were beheaded by us, and two chiefs of the five clans became our prisoners."

As Gul'dan said, his eyes turned to a figure lying down under the wall.

Blood gushed out of that body continuously, but it could be seen that this person must have suffered serious injuries.

"You...cough cough cough."

"Okay. Grom, stay there with peace of mind. After I transform our great chief Ner'zhul into our slave, you will be next." Gul'dan said with a sneer: " Just thinking about it makes me excited. It’s really beautiful to use Ner’zhul to command the orcs under our control.”

"Ahem... Gul'dan. You bastard who betrayed the tribe and the orcs."

Ner'zhul suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, staring fixedly at Gul'dan.

"Oops. Our great chief Ner'zhul still has the will. The traitor of the tribe orcs? Hahaha. I tell you, soon the whole tribe will be my slaves, including you Ner'zhul: "Now let You see the great power I have gained. "

As he spoke, Gul'dan stretched out his hand and pressed it on the head of Ancient Ner'zhul, green light gathered on the palm.

buzzing.

As the green light drove straight into Ner'zhul, a look of pain appeared.

boom

At this moment, a battle ax fell from the sky and hit Gul'dan right in front of him, interrupting Gul'dan's actions.

"Orcs are never slaves!"

(End of this chapter)