"Cough!" Orgrim let out a muffled groan.
As a Forsaken One, he retained the ridiculous power he had when he was alive. It could be said that there was an absolute difference in power between him and the Forsaken who were humans when they were alive.
But he was being suppressed by Gurtug.
Not only was he being suppressed, he was being beaten up.
The warriors of the Horde were driven by their hearts of glory. They could be cruel and tyrannical, but they would never be despicable.
Gurtug, on the other hand, was different. As a laborer, he had no taboos when it came to fighting.
He clearly had the upper hand in terms of power, but this guy was pouring power into his weapon in an attempt to suppress him.
To be more precise, he was using [Evil Acid Breath]!
From Gurtug's smelly mouth, he spat out a mouthful of Nature's Acid Breath that was similar to the Green Dragon's.
Caught off guard, Orgrim was hit on the spot. In a battle between Horde warriors, the most they would do was to bare their teeth and try to overwhelm their opponent with their aura. Who knew that their opponent would be so despicable as to directly use Acid Breath?
Orgrim's face looked as if it was splashed with acid. The pain of having his soul corroded by the power of nature made him cry out in pain. He rolled backwards like a lazy donkey.
Obviously, Gurtug wasn't going to let Orgrim go. He took a huge step forward and swung his battle axe, mercilessly landing a [Acid Wound] on Orgrim's back. This type of attack also contained acid, and it would cause continuous damage to Orgrim.
"Shameless —" Thrall couldn't take it anymore. He waved the [Hammer of Destruction] and charged forward, smashing Gurtug's head with the hammer.
"Get out of my way. I have business with this idiot who killed millions of Orc warriors!" Gurtug mocked.
Sal only felt that his heavy body suddenly became light, and he did not know how he was sent flying backwards.
It was a mysterious power that involved dark energy, and it forcefully expelled Thrall.
This was not the end. The next moment, Thrall felt his blood being forcibly ignited by an external evil energy.
"Huff!" It was as if there were a hundred thousand lighters in his body, using small flames to roast every inch of his blood vessels.
Although the pain of his blood boiling was not enough to make Sal collapse, it was definitely not a good feeling.
Sal suddenly understood how this traitorous Evil Beastman in front of him got his surname, Blood Boil.
Gurtuge's abilities were practically the enemy of all living beings.
Sal was a little regretful. If he had followed Duque's strategy and configured the tactics and strategies in advance, he would not be in such a passive position.
There were so many powerful warriors in the tribe, and it was long past the time when two or three little kittens could only hold up the front.
Just as Gurtug sent Saar flying, Gagoma, who had been subdued two months ago and was originally guarding the walls of Hellfire, pounced forward. When Kilrogg Deadeye and Kargath Bladefist, the two traitors who had revived and then betrayed the tribe, were killed by Saar, Gagoma rejoined the tribe.
This expert of the Shattered Palm Clan had lost both his arms a long time ago. He waved the two short axes that replaced his forearms and slashed at Gurtuge.
Wojin's spear and Anastrian's fireball hit Gurtug at the same time.
"Huh?" Gurtug displayed an agility that did not match his figure. He actually took an extremely exaggerated step back, retreating a full five meters.
There was not the slightest bit of annoyance on his face. Instead, it was full of ridicule. He spat out seven words, "Come out! Soul Box! "
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire environment around him suddenly changed.
The originally dimly lit temple was suddenly filled with many translucent ghosts wandering in the air. They were full of mournful whispers of souls, causing every living being to shiver.
The Temple of Karabor, the holy land of the Draenei, was once so dignified and majestic.
In the temple, there was a divine weapon passed down by the Draenei from generation to generation – the Soul Box. When the most outstanding leader, the wisest prophet, and the bravest warrior of the tribe died, the Draenei stored their souls in the Soul Box, hoping to use the power of the divine weapon to make these great souls immortal.
Unfortunately, nearly thirty years ago, the Beastmen occupied the Temple of Karabor.
Gul 'dan quickly noticed the energy contained in the Soul Box. He found the souls of the innocent Draenei who died tragically in the war and put them into the Soul Box. He also put the souls of the bloodthirsty Beastmen into the Soul Box. Combined with his own dark magic, the Soul Box was finally corrupted.
But Gul 'dan did not expect the power of this divine weapon to be so strong. Even though it was corrupted, it was difficult for him to control. So he had to temporarily seal it and wait for a future plan. However, Gul 'dan never had the chance to see the Soul Box again. He followed Orgrim to Azeroth and finally died there.
The Soul Box stayed in the temple until Illidan took control of the temple.
In the Alliance, no one except Duque knew what had become of the Soul Box. Even the Draenei themselves still had an impression of it from thirty years ago.
As for Duque's strategy …
The strategy was dead.
Most of the time, if one did not personally experience it, they would never understand the terror of the enemy and the complexity of the enemy's skills.
A huge and illusory cage descended from the sky. Countless souls were wailing and crying. They opened their mouths and used the shrill voice of their souls to tell of the suffering they had endured in life.
Hearing these voices, almost every living person felt their scalp go numb.
Goosebumps filled every inch of their skin.
Soon, the souls began to scream as they were driven by an inexplicable mysterious force and began to gather.
In just three seconds, a huge illusory head appeared in everyone's vision.
It was surrounded by a large number of crystal prisms, and in the middle was a man's face that looked extremely bitter.
It opened its mouth and kept howling in despair.
Thrall shuddered. He immediately realized that the first form of the Soul Box, the Source of Suffering, had targeted him.
"Run!" Valen's voice suddenly came from afar.
Evidently, seeing that the tribe was in a fluster due to the sudden attack, the small team of experts led by Valen chose to intervene directly.
"Why are you running! Stay! "Gul 'tug sneered and spat out acid again.
The corrosive liquid, for some reason, greatly slowed down Thrall's speed.
"Great Chief!" At this time, Kane, who had fallen into chaos, came back to his senses. The Ox Chief suddenly rushed over, picked up Thrall, and threw him away like a flying ball.
Oh, there was such a thing?
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