Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

"So you mean this Guldan's goal now is the Elemental Throne to pollute it with his demon master's spell?" Gromash was numb after listening to Nairgo's narrator.

I said that the kindness of a woman is not good, right? Look at the shaman, if he had drowned Guldan at birth according to tradition, how much less would the entire orc have suffered?

Now that there is such a big disaster, what can be done if something happens.

Of course, the destruction of the clan that gave birth to such a great scourge was still an afterthought, but this did not affect Nairgo in the slightest to tell this matter in advance to prove that Guldan was tyrannical.

"Yes." Nairgo nodded, "I've already used the Elemental Spirit to detect the news there, and if there are no accidents, he should be about to start by now."

"At the latest, the next Kshhag festival, Guldan's evil spells will change the world." Nairgo is not alarmist, Draenor is now basically fed and well-fed in all clans, and relies to a large extent on the power of the elements mastered by the shaman.

And when Guldan distorted Draenor's elemental spirit, Draenor faced either a prolonged drought without rain or flooding. The barren mountains of Gorlund flooded, and the Tanaan jungle blizzard never stopped. Rivers dry up, streams dry up, these are inevitable results.

There is no doubt about this, as an analogy: you are the king of a country, and your priest/minister reports to you that a supposedly powerful madman is planning to demolish the temple of Confucius or attack Rome during your pilgrimage to Jerusalem/Tarzan's consecration.

You sound mysterious, but you can't bet.

"Go now, I'll show this traitor my axe." Gromash's eyes flashed fiercely, and Guldan, who was still preparing to attack the Elemental Throne, had no idea that the battle song had set its sights on him.

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"Come out, my servant." On the hillside not far from the Elemental Throne, Guldan chanted a spell, and the dark portal to the distorted void opened widely, and a hideous and tall demon walked out of it, it was the Doomsday Guard, and it was also a demon with high-end combat power in the Burning Legion.

Although the high-end combat power of the Burning Legion usually refers to high-level cannon fodder, it is enough for this weak planet.

There were three of them, and each of them was followed by a team of disciplined demon guards, armed with tomahawks and great swords, and the expression on their faces never changed by the noisy demon imps around them.

They gathered, stood in a neat line, and obeyed the orders of their commanders.

"Warlock, we will assist you in conquering the natives of this world." There was no trace of politeness in the language of one of the Doomsday Guards, and he looked left and right, his eyes filled with the desire for destruction and hatred for the primitive and natural environment of this world.

"But we are not servants." He warned Guldan, what are you? A little warlock, I am a dog in the legion, summoned by mortals and a dog, then I idly respond to your call?

"Huh, of course." Guldan leaned over, his eyes swept over these elite demon warriors, this is the demon he summoned, this is the power of the master he followed, "The will of the true God will be fulfilled."

"Today, the false gods deserve death!" Guldan couldn't wait to see those pretentious elemental spirits and shamans die in front of him, and he had had enough of white eyes and discrimination.

He wanted them to see that they were blind and did not choose him, and now when his talent is discovered, they will all give in.

"So what are you waiting for?" The Doomsday Guard spread his wings and flew into the sky, throwing evil energy flames in his hands, burning everything around them, "Kill their holy place, burn their shrines, the Burning Legion is coming!" "

Although there are only more than a hundred demons, just a squad, even the combat power of a demon commander's pet is stronger than theirs, but then again.

I can't get mixed up in the demon world, and I can't show my majesty in your gang of natives?

The more something was lacking, the more it was revealed, and the demons began to frantically bring the flames of hell all the way to the elemental throne.

"The orcs regard it as a holy place, and you said that the ogres once tried to seize the elemental throne, and their intervention caused the elements to fall into chaos, and the orcs united because of this." Kilgardan's voice echoed in Guldan's head, "Recreate that history, form the orcs into a whole, and then become the blade of the legion."

"Honor your will." Guldan spoke, and he began to cast spells, and the proficient Erida language continued to come out of his mouth.

One by one, runes with green flames and sulfurous aura appeared at his feet.

As a former Delaney Spell Caster Master, Kilgardan's ability to deal with the elements, a force that exists in almost every world, is naturally hand-to-hand.

He didn't even take a second look at it, and Guldan had already begun to weaken Draenor's elemental spirit under his guidance.

At this time, not far away in the shaman gathering place, Garok's face was solemn, and the wailing and pain of the elemental spirit made it impossible for him to calm down and meditate as usual.

No elemental spirits responded to him, only groans of pain constantly echoed through the air.

This uneasy atmosphere is intensifying.

Garlock sensed something big was about to happen.

"Down the mountain

..." "There

..." "..." The

staccato voice made Garlock realize that someone was trying to provoke the orcs again.

Garlock, as a shamanic guardian, was naturally angry when he learned of this.

"It's better not to be those dead fat people." Garlock walked alone in the direction where Guldan was.

There are no other shamans, during the festival, almost all orcs will go to Washugu to celebrate, only he has a heavy responsibility, so he cannot leave easily, which means that at this time, the orc holy place is only guarded by him.

"It's a great opportunity." Guldan thought to himself that during the festival of Kshkhag, all the shamans here were gone, and he could act recklessly, believing that the shamans would be wonderful when they returned to see a mess of the elemental throne.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but show a crazy smile.

Taking the various spell casting materials he had collected during this time, another rune full of evil energy was carved on the ground.

"Ha, it turns out that this is still missing."

A fragment of the soul, extracted from the suffering soul. This is also the most precious spell casting material he has ever possessed so far.

Guldan is about to finish his work, and Draenor's Elemental Spirit is about to end!

The surrounding demons watch the surroundings warily to make sure that no one will disrupt this crucial ritual.

"What are you doing!?" The old orc roared, which made Guldan stop his movements and turn his head to see that it was an elderly shaman.

"Old shaman, it looks like you're not very lucky."