Chapter 445

Cursed land.

A large number of human troops are marching, and the cavalry and infantry are quite different, but all of them are wearing heavy silver armor, and their footsteps are ringing on the ground.

The Knights are big swords with their waists. The infantry are armed with halberds and heavy shields. But almost all arms are equipped with a fire gun made by a dwarf in an urgent manner.

There is a different aesthetic feeling between the silver armor and the brass firearm.

This is almost the whole force of Stormwind!

At the front is king Ryan in white gold armor. He rode a high horse, crossed the mountain pass all the way to see the orc camp in front of him, then stopped and stared at the front.

On their right side, a brown skinned Orc army was also coming. All of them were riding a frost wolf nearly two meters high, stopping in the distant forest, far away from the human army.

Durotan rushed forward on his sharp teeth at a very fast speed. At the same time, King Lane also drove his horse forward. They met in the middle of the hillside and nodded to each other.

"The prophet said you would come, so I am here waiting."

"Thank the prophet."

"I'm sorry, the previous plan may not work. Now the frost wolf clan is the enemy of the whole tribe. Even if the orcs are led away by humans, they will be on guard against the frost wolf clan. We can't sneak attack and kill Gul'dan."

"We are ready to attack the orc camp until we kill Guldan and destroy the gate of darkness!"

Durotan was silent for a while. He knew that Guldan was evil, and he was eager to destroy Guldan. But he knew that Draenor had been destroyed. If there was no dark gate, the orcs who remained in Draenor would starve to death!

He hesitated for a moment.

For a long time, Durotan said, "there is actually another way to kill Guldan!"

King Ryan asked, "what's the way?"

Durotan touched his waist, his fingers touched the pitiful ancient bells, and his face suddenly became firm: "there is a very sacred ceremony among our orcs, called makgora, which is also used to solve Orc disputes As the chief of the frost wolf clan, I am entitled to challenge him! "

King Ryan returned to God for a long time and asked in surprise, "you want to launch markora to Gul'dan?"

Durotan nodded: "Guldan was the most powerful shaman in the tribe, and now he has degenerated into a warlock, but as a warrior he is not too powerful. The Holy markora is not allowed to use magic. It will be regarded as cheating. If Guldan does not use his magic, I may kill him. In case he violates the law and uses his magic, I also have something given by the prophet. Maybe I can stop his magic, and then I will kill him! "

King Ryan was silent and said, "well, chief, if you fail, my army and the Frostwolf clan will avenge you!"

Durotan nodded: "I have agreed with the clan that if I fail to challenge Guldan, my clan will be temporarily controlled by gulushi, who will attack the tribe with you."

The two made an appointment soon, and Durotan rode on the frost wolf.

The atmosphere in the orc camp soon boils.

This once tribal hero, once famous chief of the frost wolf clan, led the whole frost wolf clan to betray the arrival of the traitors of the tribe, which undoubtedly caused a uproar in the tribe.

Countless orcs surrounded him, making provocative and disdainful voices, mixed with noisy and challenging remarks. Even some orcs raised their weapons to demonstrate to the little chief, but they did not directly attack him.

On the contrary, Durotan's face moved forward peacefully, and almost everyone gave way to him.

They respect him as a powerful warrior, and they still retain the image of his integrity in their hearts. They still remember the persistent and powerful chief frost wolf. They think that even if Durotan has committed a crime, they have no right to judge him.

Durotan did not wear plate armor, but was wrapped in a piece of frost wolf hide, which symbolized the chief of the frost wolf clan. The thick tusks and steady face gave people a strong sense of oppression. The head of the frost wolf was the head of the frost wolf. The ferocious facial features were clearly visible. The sharp teeth of the frost wolf were opposite to the tusks of his facial features, which had a savage sense of dignity!

He went all the way to the center of the camp.

The surrounding orcs had already formed a circle, leaving a space in the middle.

Here, even the onlookers are people with status in the clans, powerful soldiers or shamans, and ordinary orcs are not qualified to witness this battle.

Although Anyang has explained to him the danger of launching makgola, Durotan is still fearless. He holds the reins of the frost wolf in front of the tower door of Guldan, looks around with his head raised, and jumps out of the frost wolf.

"I, Durotan, the chief of the frost wolf clan, the son of galad, launch makgola here to kill Guldan!"

The voice echoed around.

At present, the chief black hand in the name of the tribe has been killed, and the legendary hero grom has been engulfed by a heavy bomb, but all of this has come so suddenly that ogrim is not ready to seize power, and other heroes have not yet acted.That is to say, at this time, the tribe did not have a nominal chief.

So when Durotan called out markora, only javelin and ogreem were waiting for him, and there was no one in name to preside over it. This also means that the level of irregularity of this makgora may be even greater than in the original scenario, at least at this time without following the traditional black hand presence.

Gul'dan quickly walked out of the tower and stared at Durotan with a flashing green eye. He looked at the dark door behind him, which had no movement. He said in a deep voice, "Durotan, you are just a traitor among the orcs. You are alone. Your people are all hiding outside and dare not come back. You are not qualified to launch markora to me!"

An uproar broke out among the orcs.

If Durotan is not qualified to launch makgola, then, as his traitor, he will surely be tried!

At this time, ogrim, holding the hammer of destruction, took a step forward: "my Lord, we still have people present."

Guldan's pupils narrowed and nodded: "good, then, chief, I'll take your challenge."

Next to another Orc's legendary hero, blade fist, was worried: "my Lord, it's about to open the door of darkness. I don't recommend wasting time on this matter."

"It won't take much time," Guldan said quietly

The orcs around began to shout, and the sacred makgola was about to begin.

Durotan lowered his head a little, put his hand in front of him, spit twice, spread his arms to move his body, took off the skin of the frost wolf, exposed his extremely strong body and strong muscles, and looked up and stared at the front.

Gul'dan handed the staff to the blade fist and bent forward slowly. In that heavy step, his body gradually straightened up, no longer like the old mage before. He untied the belt of the black robe, stretched his arms back, and the black robe fell to the ground, showing a green muscle. He was also not as strong as words, especially the bone spurs growing outward behind him, which made him look like a human Tyrannosaurus Rex, especially ferocious and fierce!

The louder the voices were, the more likely the two were to fight.

With a low roar, Durotan rushed forward at full speed.

As he approached Gul'dan, he leaped up and punched him.

"Bang!"

The fist collided with the face and made a muffled sound.

The strength of Durotan is so great that ordinary orcs can't resist this attack, but Guldan is not ordinary. Even without magic and evil energy, he is stronger than ordinary orcs. He turned around and fought with Durotan.

Gul'dan grabbed Durotan's fist, hit Durotan in the face with a hook, and then hit him in the abdomen with a big blow. That huge force bent Durotan's body, which could be said to be the best.

All around the orcs again roared and shouted loudly.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him, Guldan!"

The battle between the two men is still going on, and there are many dull voices in the field.

The fighting of orcs is usually not much fancy, that is, the competition between strength and strength, from fist to flesh, but it doesn't mean that their fighting has no skills to speak of. On the contrary, the invisible speed and high sensitivity, as well as the extraordinary responsiveness and accuracy are far beyond the ordinary people's ability.

At last, Durotan seized an opportunity, raised his foot high and stepped on Guldan's arm, knocked him staggering in the face with a fierce blow, and then hit him on the abdomen with another knee, and beat him back for several steps.

"Bang!"

Durotan is not willing to give up. He rushes forward in a few steps, and hits Guldan with one punch. Several smooth and beautiful punches bang on Guldan and directly knock him to the ground.

In the field suddenly quiet down, only hear Durant's arrogant and domineering roar!

"Roar!"

Durotan showed his strong fighting power as a hero of orcs, maybe with a little aura of the main character. He rushed to Guldan again and grabbed Guldan's arm, lifted him up, fell over his shoulder, and fell to the ground heavily.

"Bang!"

Gul'dan's combat power is also extraordinary, especially he still controls the evil power, and his physical quality is far superior to that of ordinary orcs.

As soon as he turned over, he stood up, grabbed Durotan's head and hit him hard on his head. Then he grabbed him by the waist and lifted him up. The muscles on his arms were bulging, as if to cut him off.

Durotan's face was red for a moment, and his hands were clutching at random, as if it was very uncomfortable.

If it's the fight of ordinary people, it's no big obstacle to hold others' waist. But for powerful orcs, they have enough power to squeeze people alive, which is a natural strength advantage.

Finally, Durotan grasped the bone spurs growing behind Guldan, as if he had found a borrowing point. The thick muscles of his arms began to expand again, and the strength seemed to burst out in a visible manner!

"Bang!"

Two bone spurs are broken!Guldenton, with a fit of pain and a roar, hurled Durotan out.

At the moment when he was about to rush on, the edge of the dark door behind him suddenly lit up with green light, and there seemed to be a murmur of incantations around him.

The invitation from another person has opened the channel between the dark gate and Azeroth!

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