Lady Aegwynn's friends arrived quickly.

When Blake and Garona left the side hall of the Tomb of Sargeras, they saw an arc of light in the direction of the beach. It was the light lit by the mage's teleportation spell.

Like a ball of lightning, it flashes away.

"Let's go, Merry. The winter wind is coming."

The pirate pushed up the blindfold on his left eye. He took a few steps forward and looked back. Garona, who was also wearing a long hood, was standing there.

The Orc Assassin looked back at the towering and huge ancient temple behind him. After Gul'dan died, there was no more ignited evil fire lingering on the temple.

It's like the lights are off.

This ancient temple no longer had the ignited magnificence wrapped in evil energy before, as if it had returned to the desolate posture of a ruin that had been abandoned for ten thousand years.

"What are you looking at?"

Blake asked.

Garona shook her head, raised her fluttering cloak, and wrapped her body. She pulled her hood down again to cover her eyes.

explain:

"You said before that we rushed into this world recklessly without knowing anything about Azeroth.

After personally experiencing what happened tonight, I begin to understand what you mean.

What kind of things exist deep in this tomb of gods?

How many other secrets like this are there in this world?"

"A lot, definitely more than you think."

Blake also seemed to be inspired. He glanced back at the dead tomb of the gods behind him, and then reached out to touch the head of Gul'dan hanging on a chain on his chest.

explain:

"Gul'dan actually came to the right place. There really is a path to becoming a god hidden here. It's a pity that he played all the cards in his hand at the wrong time.

If he stays dormant patiently and carefully hides his desire for betrayal.

If he had come here at another time, he would actually have a high chance of success."

"I feel there is something in your words."

The legendary assassin glanced in Blake's direction and she said:

"What you are going to do now is no different from what Gul'dan did before tonight. He lost, lost everything. Do you think you can win?"

"It would be too arrogant for me to tell you that the success rate is 100%."

The pirate blinked his one eye, and like Garona, he pulled his hood up to cover his eyes, and then strode onto the road to leave.

He waved his hands without looking back and said:

"So, to be modest, I would say more than 90 percent."

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"I barely need to use these rotten eyes to see that you have used at least three wrong runes in this magic, even though my understanding of these warlock magic patterns is only at the level of a beginner.

I'm curious.

Do you warlocks use evil energy so roughly?

How do you reconcile the infection of the body by evil magic? Your magic does not seem to need to go through the coordination and resonance of the magic network, which is really amazing.

No wonder no pesky blue dragons showed up to punish you when you entered this world to spread war.

Well, I already understand how this magic is released.

Change it to another one.

Show me a more obscure and advanced one."

When Blake returned to the coast, he saw his new subordinate, Tiga Evil Eye, being asked crazy questions by a guy dressed very strangely.

Warlocks are a bunch of misers who don't like sharing their knowledge with others.

So does the evil eye.

He hates others prying into his evil knowledge. If he can, he will pick up his bone staff, beat up the inquiring bastard next to him, and then take out his soul and keep it for collection.

The problem is, he can't do it.

The old bastard next to him who was asking a lot of fucking questions and whose hair was about to fall out was a legendary mage.

There is almost no obvious mana fluctuation on him.

But looking back at the beach ten meters away, there were more than fifty orc warriors from the Black-Toothed Grinning Clan, imprisoned in arcane cages shining with purple arc light.

That was the scene that this legendary mage created in less than 5 seconds after walking out of the portal.

At this time, more orc warriors gathered around the beach. Under the leadership of Red Blackhand, they surrounded the place.

But no soldier dared to charge forward.

They finally understood.

The old bastard in front of him, who is old and unspectacular, is the kind of ruthless character who can tear everyone present into pieces with just a random spell.

"What are you all doing here?"

Black stepped into the orc position. The orc warriors around him were very dissatisfied and made way for him. The pirates were also very rude and held their swords at their opponents. Red Blackhand, who was looking at him eagerly, shouted:

"Why don't you get ready for sailing soon?"

Reid did not retreat.

He won't retreat.

It's not because he intends to break the contract with Black, it's mainly because his brother, the seriously injured Maimu Blackhand, is now at the feet of that old bastard.

He was being treated by an orc warlock, and Red was very worried that this human mage, who looked so abnormal, would kill his brother.

"Get back!"

Seeing Red's lack of response, Blake's tone immediately became colder.

He snapped his fingers and made a piercing motion. The little fishman Benbolba next to Evil Eye immediately picked up his dagger and stabbed Maimu's arm with a cry.

This action instantly aroused Red's anger, and the other orcs surrounding him roared and grabbed their weapons, ready to follow the chief and charge forward for a fight to the death.

"bass"

Amidst the sound of the blade being unsheathed, a pure black two-handed sword was inserted in front of Reid's eyes. It had a simple appearance and was not fancy at all. There was no cold light shining on the blade. It was like a frosted texture that revealed a heavy texture.

As soon as it appeared, some orcs exclaimed the name of the legendary blade Sankesu.

Garona went into stealth in full view of everyone. The old human mage did not move at all. He seemed not to notice the conflict at all, and was completely immersed in the "magic exchange" with the orc warlock.

But on the other side of the beach, there are more than fifty hanging orcs imprisoned in arcane cages, representing his powerful deterrence.

Blake took a step forward, and the floating shadows gathered around him into a floating shadow suit. He stretched out his left hand and held it on the handle of the flaming blade Sankesu.

His blindfolded eyes looked around, and he reached out and pulled away his face covering.

The face that was recovering but still ferocious from burns was revealed.

He shouted sharply:

"Greenskins, I, Black Shaw! The orc killer who makes you fearful and spread word of mouth! I am the assassin who killed your legendary swordmaster Dahl. Triple Blood Blade and tore apart the Burning Blade clan!

I have killed Gul'dan tonight and seriously injured Cho'gall!

What none of your clan has done, I have done it alone!

Now I have two legends here, plus me as the orc killer.

There are only more than 300 of you, and more than 50 people will die at any time! I know you all like to shout "win or die", but look at your situation clearly!

If you take one more step forward, there will be no need to talk!

Maimu Blackhand will be the first victim, but he will definitely not be the only one!"

Blake grabbed the legendary blade stuck in the ground and held it in his hands with both hands together. He looked at the black-toothed grinning orcs in front of him, and finally focused on Red.

The two people's eyes met for a moment, and the pirate said in a deep voice:

"You have no chance of winning!

But now, we are facing an opponent more dangerous than Gul'dan. They hate all living things and will appear at any time. We need to temporarily put aside our hatred and unite.

Red Blackhand, you have suffered heavy losses tonight. As the chief, you should think about the rest of your tribe and your brother.

Get back and prepare to sail away.

I’ll only say it once!”

Red looked at Black, the anger in his eyes dissipated a little, nodded inaudibly, and with a little unwillingness, shouted something behind him in orc language.

Most of the orcs of the Black-Toothed Grinning Clan are young people who are unwanted by other clans. Of course, they are unwilling to show their weakness in front of humans.

But Red still has some authority.
To be continued...