The strongest lord system

Chapter 574 The Fall of the Beastmaster

Gul'dan looked sullenly at the figure that appeared in the distance.

"Drotan!"

"Gul'dan, you traitor of the orcs, you actually want to use the power of another world to control the orcs! Let me tell you, our tribe only has orcs who died in battle, and there are no orcs who were enslaved." everything.

With his head down, Ner'zhul had a self-deprecating smile on his face: "I didn't expect... in the end... the person I trusted the most betrayed me, but... Durotan, you... I was wrong, I was really wrong gone."

Gul'dan waved his hand fiercely, and a stream of blood splashed from Ner'zhul's chest.

The deep wound can clearly see the flowing blood and broken bones inside.

"Ahhh..." Ner'zhul fell to the ground after howling, but his eyes were still open, he opened his mouth and shouted: "Drotan! I was wrong, the future of the Horde is in your hands .Remember what you said, orcs will never be slaves."

The next moment, a khaki light emerged from Ner'zhul's body. If someone looked carefully, they would find that the lines on Ner'zhul's forehead disappeared little by little.

Gul'dan felt something was wrong: "The power of the beast king! When did you have this?"

Gul'dan said, his hand didn't stop for a moment, a green light slashed towards Durotan.

But there was no scene of blood spatter like before.

At this time, Ner'zhul's whole body was enveloped by a yellow aura, and his eyes were even more blood red.

"Gul'dan, what are you doing weirdly?" Zarzan frowned as he watched the sudden change here.

"Ho Ho Ho!" Ner'zhul stood up, his fists slapping his chest continuously, because of the wound on his chest, his hands were covered with his own blood, but he didn't seem to feel the pain Roaring.

"Zarzan, be careful with this guy, he's completely crazy. Protect our space tunnel." Gul'dan said, he raised his hand high, and green orcs soon appeared around him.

Ner'zhul's blood-red eyes looked at the green orcs who kept coming around, and a bloody tear ran down the corner of his eyes: "I'm sorry. It's all because of me that you have become like this. But... soon I will I will look for you, and I am willing to bear any punishment from you."

The next moment, a blood-red battle ax appeared in his hand, and he swung it wildly around. In an instant, the bodies of those green-skinned orcs became two halves.

But when their heads fell to the ground, there was a look of liberation in their eyes.

"Drotan!"

There was a roar.

"The Chief of the Frostwolf Clan, Durotan, is here!"

Durotan sat atop the Frostwolf, his right fist resting on his chest, looking at the orc with respect in his eyes.

"Get Hellscream and get the rest of our orcs out of here. This is my last plea. Get them out of here. I'll take care of the crime I've made."

Speaking of which, Ner'zhul ran towards that space tunnel without hesitation, with determination in his eyes.

And every magic that Gul'dan released, every green-skinned orc he summoned was crushed by him.

"The Frostwolf clan." Durotan looked at the fighting orc, his ax raised high.

"exist!"

One by one, the tomahawks were lifted up.

"Save people." The battle ax in Durotan's hand fell to the side, where he could see cages and orcs trapped inside.

However, on their way to save people, not only green-skinned orcs appeared, but also some strange creatures appeared. They were red all over, like monsters.

A bloody battle cannot be avoided.

"Can you still move?" Durotan looked at Grom who was lying on the ground.

"Save...save the warchief!" Grom stretched out his hand and looked at Durotan pleadingly.

Durotan sighed. He knew very well that Grom and Ner'zhul could be said to be good brothers. Ner'zhul had saved Grom several times, so Grom was also very loyal to him.

"Grom, you should have heard what Ner'zhul said just now, he told us to go. What's more, you must be very clear about his current state, he can no longer survive, the power of the beast king is needed and then the beast Blood does, and once it burns it won't stop until the user is gone." Durotan looked directly at Grom.

Grom clenched his fists.

"Ner'zhul's last order is to hope that you can leave safely. After all... we orcs can no longer suffer losses."

"I... let's go." Grom lowered his head.

"Well, bear with it for now. I want to take our compatriots away." Durotan picked up Grom and put him on the back of his Frostwolf, and then he charged forward with a battle ax in his hand.

Several monsters flew towards Durotan with their bloody mouths wide open, and Durotan roared sullenly.

With the ax in hand, blood dripped on Durotan's face.

After a great battle, the cage of the orcs was broken.

"Retreat, retreat." Durotan's body was covered with blood, and he rolled over and mounted the Frostwolf.

Grom, who was lying in front of Durotan, opened his eyes wide, and he suddenly roared: "Ner'zhul..."

Durotan's expression froze, his hand holding the rein trembled, but he rode the Frostwolf without hesitation and caught up with the person in front.

On the other side... I saw that Ner'zhul was standing in front of the space tunnel at this time, and his two hands directly grasped the crack of time and space, and slowly closed it.

"No! Stop! Stop!" Zarzan rushed towards Ner'zhul frantically, but the yellow aura on his body blocked Zarzan from the outside.

"The dragon of the abyss!" Gul'dan ferociously pressed his hand on the ground, shaking the mountain instantly, and a pitch-black bone dragon crawled out from the ground.

While crawling out, a mouthful of black dragon's breath hit Ner'zhul's back, and all of a sudden those yellow breaths were blasted out of a huge gap.

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Ner'zhul spattered a mouthful of blood on the ground, his hands were still trembling, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

At this time, the black crack was only ten centimeters wide.

"Stop him." Gul'dan stretched out his skinny arm and roared.

The abyssal dragon slapped Ner'zhul's back with one palm after another, and the yellow breath became weaker and weaker.

Until the last blow, his body was pierced by a pitch-black dragon claw, and the beating heart inside could be clearly seen.

"Close...close..." Ner'zhul roared, and finally the door of space with only one gap left was closed.

And Ner'zhul's body immediately turned into a cloud of dust, but one can vaguely see the smile that Ner'zhul left behind at the end.

"Damn it. Bastard." Gul'dan looked at the closed gate of time and space, feeling full of anger in his heart.

"Hmph, if you killed him directly before, there would be so many things. How are you going to explain it to them?" Zarzan looked at Gul'dan with a sneer.

Gul'dan gritted his teeth and looked at Zarzan: "Don't cause trouble, you should know that we are on the same boat now. If something happens to me, you won't be able to escape."

Gul'dan said, his hand nodded in the void.

His eyes lit up: "Hahaha, God helped me. Ner'zhul must have never thought that although he closed the gate of time and space, he did not completely eliminate the imprint of space. We only need to open the gate again according to the imprint. OK."

"Hmph." Zarzan snorted coldly.

It can be clearly seen that Gul'dan's status is much higher than Zarzan's.

"Hurry up and release your magic power. I spent most of my magic power summoning the abyss dragon before, and now it is impossible for me to open the door of space." Gul'dan said in a deep voice.

"But it will take a lot of time to reopen the gate, and we can't do other things during this time. And the fish that escaped just now may be nearby." Zarzan said with a frown.

"Hmph. You can rest assured about this. I have sent troops to pursue them, and I have also used the last bit of energy from another world to summon a large-scale Burning Legion. They will protect the safety of the Undercity. We just need to quickly The repairs open the door and that’s it.”

As he spoke, Gul'dan raised his hands high, and a strange green light filled his hands.

Zarzan next to him also silently raised his hand, but just as he was about to release his magic power, the ground trembled violently.

Boom
"What's going on here." Hearing this voice, Gul'dan felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

boom boom boom

The explosions continued, and the houses of those tribes began to collapse, and the flames from the explosion quickly spread in the Undercity.

"Report, the first round of shelling is over."

Durotan looked at the Undercity in front of him: "Continue to bombard me, don't stop." Durotan's hands were shaking.

After all, it is a bad experience for anyone to watch the city that he had longed for before disappearing in front of his eyes.

"But the artillery needs time to cool down according to the shooting process just after firing." The artilleryman frowned and reported.

Durotan stared at the artilleryman; "I just asked if you could keep firing."

"Yes, yes, but for the artillery itself..." Durotan interrupted before the artilleryman finished speaking.

"In this case, continue to fight for me, and I will bear all the responsibilities for the damage of the artillery." Durotan said seriously.

The artilleryman hesitated for a while, he gritted his teeth and saluted, "Yes."

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Flames slowly gathered from all corners of the Undercity.

"Drotan...you think about where we're going next, or find your human lord." After taking the life potion provided by Durotan, Grom's condition recovered a lot.

"No. We have to find another person. No, it should be a clan." Durotan said in a deep voice.

Grom thought for a moment: "You don't mean the Thunder King clan, do you?"

(End of this chapter)