Orgrim had a very dark dream.
Not to mention torches, even the light created by the Shaman's natural magic could not penetrate it.
The darkness was so cold that his fingers quickly froze. Even his breath quickly turned into ice crystals and fell to the ground.
However, in front of him, the darkness slowly and silently wriggled and condensed into the shape of a human. When the dark humanoid opened its eyes, the whole world became even darker.
Looking at the pair of eyes that seemed calm and wise, but were actually fierce and lifelike, Orgrim cried out in shock.
"You are Duque?!"
Duque smiled evilly, "Orgrim! You and your tribe will pay for the bloody massacre you caused when you invaded the World of Azeroth! I declare that you will be imprisoned for eternity! "
"No — We are not wrong! The ones who are wrong are the demons! They poisoned us! They tricked us into drinking that terrible blood! "
Ignoring Orgrim's protest, the entire world became even darker.
Countless dark arms reached out from all directions, firmly suppressing Orgrim's resistance. While laughing eerily, they approached Orgrim and finally grabbed him, throwing him into an eternal prison made of divine power …
"Hahaha! As long as I, Duque, exist, the tribe can forget about becoming the overlord of this world! Hahahaha! "Duque's evil laughter echoed endlessly in Orgrim's mind.
"Ahhhhh —" Orgrim suddenly sat up and screamed, scaring the Orcs around him.
When he opened his eyes, Orgrim realized that he had just had a nightmare.
"Great chief, you're awake?" His face was clearly in a sorry state, and even two of his fangs were broken, but Zuluhed had a bright smile on his face.
"Zuluhed, you …"
"I was made a fool of by a dragon cub that couldn't be raised properly. Don't worry, I'll slaughter him and make a stew for myself. "
At this time, Orgrim realized that all the Orcs around him looked like a defeated army. He was carried on a simple stretcher. He heard a loud crashing sound. If he was not wrong, he should be near a giant rock dam.
Even though he had a bad feeling, Orgrim still asked, "How's the battle going?"
Without hiding anything, Zuluhed replied, "Terrible. The moment that damned Dragon Queen regained her freedom, the Dragonroar Tribe's cavalry became snacks for the Giant Dragons. Then, the Giant Dragons immediately gathered together and attacked the Orcs gathered outside Grim Batol. Of the hundreds of thousands of Orcs, not even half of the tribe survived. Everyone was knocked unconscious. "
Hearing this, Orgrim felt a sharp pain in his heart.
It's all over!
It's all over!
If it wasn't for the Red Dragon Legion, they would not have been able to. But now, even if the Red Dragon Army really didn't like to get involved in mortal wars like the rumors said, the destruction of these troops in the wetlands was enough to cause the greatest adverse impact on the overall situation.
Looking at the sky in the distance, there were a few giant dragons flying at high speed. It was obvious that they were in an intense battle.
Once upon a time, when he received the report that the Black Dragon King might participate in the battle to liberate the Red Dragon Queen, Orgrim and Zuluhid cursed Deathwing for being a busybody.
Although he didn't know what role Deathwing played in this incident, Orgrim suddenly hoped that Alexstrasza and her Crimson Dragon Legion would be the victor of this cruel aerial battle.
At the same time, on top of Grim Batol Peak, Gavin Rad and the others were dumbfounded.
After the battle with the Horde, not only did you, as the Alliance's Deputy Commander-in-Chief, not manage the overall situation, you actually had the nerve to come and watch the show.
It was one thing to watch the show, but what was the meaning of taking out so many things?
Even if you were a bystander, you should at least have a sense of propriety, right?
Looking at what Duque took out from his inventory, everyone was dumbfounded.
It was a round dining table with a white tablecloth. Four gorgeous golden wine glasses were placed on the white tablecloth, and the glasses were filled with freshly opened bottles of red wine. The plates, which were as clean as new, were filled with … all kinds of snacks.
It was a pity that fresh fruits could not be stored in the inventory. Otherwise, this would have been a perfect picnic.
Brother, what are you playing at?
Duque warmly greeted everyone. He pulled out a stool and sat down. "Everyone, don't stand on ceremony. Sit, sit, sit! I've activated the Phantom Mist. Nesario can't see us. "
"Duque, this … doesn't seem like a good idea?"
"What's wrong with it? I'm already giving him face by not making cola popcorn. "
None of the natives of Azeroth knew what cola popcorn was. Seeing that Duque was acting cool, everyone sat down suspiciously.
It was Sasha, who was the most curious, who adapted the fastest. She took a sip of the wine and ate the biscuits. "Duque? We're here to watch the show? "
"Of course we're here to watch the show! The civil war between the five Dragon Aspects of Azeroth is a once-in-a-lifetime event. If you don't watch it, you'll regret it for the rest of your life. Furthermore, Nesario actually wants to brainwash me into becoming his slave. I don't have the ability to participate in such a great battle. I'm happy to watch him get beaten up like a dog! Come, come, come, everyone, place your bets. How many minutes can Nesario last from now on? Those who win will get double the compensation. "
"Nesario is the King of the Black Dragons, after all. Ten minutes! I'll bet a copper. "After hanging out with Duque for so long, Gavin Rad had a tendency to fall in the direction of the Shame of the Paladins.
Rhonin thought for a moment. "A magic jade. Fifteen minutes."
Duque rolled his eyes. Damn it, I was the one who gave you your magic jade.
Sasha was the most generous. "I'll bet my entire fief that Deathwing won't last five minutes."
Duque almost spat out a mouthful of blood. "Hey! That's enough! "
Sasha was unmoved. "First of all, my legendary fief is still in the hands of the Orcs. Second, if I really lose all my fief, then I'll live in Karazhan. "
Duque's facial muscles kept twitching. He really didn't know that Sasha had such a petulant side to her. If she won, the fief would be doubled, but if she lost, she would blame it on him.
It seemed like this lady was going to win no matter what!
At this moment, in the sky, the battle between the five dragons had entered a white-hot stage. In the beginning, Deathwing was suppressing the three giant dragons and beating them fiercely.
How fierce was he?
Just like Lü Bu!
However, when Duque destroyed Demon's Soul …
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