Duque was depressed!
I can barely fight the Molten Core, and I still have to help you queens make a hot spring. Don't tell me I won't get any benefits after that?
Is that even possible?
Sometimes, men were creatures that courted death.
The more they can't get, the more they want!
Duque didn't even think about doing anything at first.
He just used [Invisibility]!
Cause trouble! Cause trouble!
"Hmph! Today, I will establish myself as the queen of the harem! " Duque tiptoed around the sign that symbolized humiliation, and quickly and quietly snuck in.
The wall at the entrance was erected by Duque, so how could he not leave a back door for himself?
With a light press, a beautiful revolving door appeared on the seemingly intact wall.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Duque flipped in, a magical message came …
In the hot spring, the girls were chattering and teasing.
Men were discussing women.
Women were evaluating men.
This was a truth that would never change throughout the ages.
"Will Duque sneak in?" Kalia asked her sisters in a low voice.
All of them answered in unison, "Definitely!"
Queen Sylvanas added, "I know that guy won't be able to hold it in! But don't worry, the wind will tell me he's coming. "
"Sister Sylvanas, are you going to deal with him?" Ilusia asked.
"Of course! We can't give in to that guy too much, or he'll have no bottom line. "Queen Sylvanas was resolute.
"Sigh! I was thinking if Duque sneaks in, should I shout 'no' to lighten the mood, or 'don't stop' to provoke him? " Tyrande cupped her face, which always looked pure and holy no matter what time it was. Her words caused a few of the thin-skinned fellows to blush.
Sigh! Female drivers can't afford to get hurt while racing!
However, unexpectedly, even after the girls finished bathing and playing, Duque still didn't come.
"Did anyone see Duque? What happened? "Jaina asked the people around her after coming out.
Rhonin, who was in charge of the portal, replied, "Master? He seems to have something urgent and went back through the portal. "
Urgent? What kind of urgent matter would make the commander of the Alliance personally rush over?
Needless to say, it was an urgent matter.
Black Rock Mountain was littered with corpses. The blood that should flow had long since dried up.
The violent heat roasted everything that came close, regardless of whether they were alive or dead.
There were thousands of orc corpses, but none of them had their backs facing the Blackrock Tower. There was not a single wound on their backs. All of them had died because their bodies had been torn apart by a powerful force.
In the distance was a vast and boundless crimson plain.
Nearby, a small branch of the tribe was desperately running towards the plains at the foot of the mountain.
Their mounts, the Velociraptor, had long since died on the mountain, leaving only a few trolls carrying a few burly figures on the crudest stretchers.
One of the Orcs on the stretcher was clearly covered in wounds, but he was still shouting at the top of his lungs, "Put me down! Put me down! I'm going to fight it out with those bastards! "
"What are you going to do!? You're courting death! "
"So be it! I've had enough! I've had enough! Woking! Leave me behind — let me complete the last glory of the Orcs! "Grom, who was wrapped like a dumpling on the stretcher, struggled with all his might.
Was that a roar? Was it a cry? Was it a plea?
Even Grom Hellscream himself was confused.
"Glory!? Is it the tribe's glory to be wiped out in Blackwing's Nest? Didn't your dead friend Orgrim try to retreat back then? Good! You Orcs are brave enough! Then I, Woking, will be the coward who ran away! Let me tell you, Grom, even if I have to bear the consequences, I will protect you from the Black Dragon and send you back to Saar alive. "
"No! Saar! No — I can't face Saar! Three thousand elites were wiped out … It's my fault! It's all my fault — "Grom's tears flowed down his face. It was no longer possible to tell which part of his face was blood, which was tears, and which was sweat.
"Shut up! Grom! We agreed to punish the traitors! Even if we are guilty, Saar and I are also guilty! The key now is to leave here alive and think of a way to take revenge. "Woking held a spear at the back of the team.
His injuries were not light either. His left arm was torn off from his elbow. If it was any other race, this would be a lifelong disability.
Woking was a Troll. In theory, as long as his head and heart were not injured, and with enough nutrition and time, he could infinitely recover. Thus, after a bloody battle, everyone's injuries were about the same, but Woking's condition was the best.
"Revenge? How?! "
"There's a magic array here. All teleportation and magic messages have been disrupted, but I sent out a distress flare as agreed. Now, we can only hope that the Alliance will keep their promise and send a rescue team to save us … "At this point, Woking's mouth was full of bitterness.
The tribe that was once incomparably powerful now had to ask for help from their former enemy. This could not be more ironic.
Suddenly, a terrifying roar came from behind them.
"Roar —" It was the roar of an ancient beast.
Grom was in despair, "Damn it! That thing actually chased us out. It's over! Unless the Alliance gathers all the strong ones, there's no way they can compete with it. "
Not only Grom, but even Woking was in despair. He looked back and finally stopped, "Yes … it's too late. Even if the Alliance bandits saw our flare, when the distress signal is sent out, they can organize a rescue team to come over … They can probably pick up our bones. "
A giant red beast rushed out from the Black Rock Mountain toward the gate of the Burning Steppes. It spread its huge red wings and soared into the sky. With just a few flaps, the shadow of its wings had already covered the tribal chiefs.
It was an incredibly powerful Primordial Red Dragon.
His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Woking and his men.
Strange things also happened at this time …
It was clearly the most terrifying pursuer and one of the main culprits of the destruction of the 3,000 elite Orcs, but its words were filled with the darkest despair.
"Oh! No! Go away! Leave me! "
"I can't control myself anymore!"
"I don't want to kill you, because your deaths will make my sins worse!"
Although Woking wanted to refute, "If you don't want to kill us, don't attack!" But Woking knew that the actions of the Red Dragon had nothing to do with its will.
It was also a tragic existence.
Its name was the Fallen Valastaz.
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