Chapter 466：

"They are probably dead." His face was still twitching, and he held it there with his hand, trying to stop the bleeding from the wound, but it was in vain.

The continued blood loss made him suddenly start to feel dizzy, weak in his hands and feet.

"Even so, I must move forward," he said calmly to himself. "My personal strength should be enough--"

Gul'dan stopped talking and listened carefully.

What's that sound?

The voice was very faint and chattering, which made him feel numb in his scalp, but the voice was mixed with coldness and-- mocking.

"This laugh...is that you? Sargeras?" he asked. "Are you trying to laugh at me? When I get your burning eyes, let's see who can have the last laugh! Devil!"

He turned a corner and found himself in a new hall, where the walls were surprisingly blank and there was nothing on it-whether it was sculptures or murals.

As if his heart was infected by something unspeakable, Gul'dan finally walked to the nearest wall and began to write something on it. He scribbled his own experience here and the guards inside with his own blood.

Many times he hesitated whether to continue writing, and his hand was slowly unable to lift it up.

"I was ambushed...by the guards," he wrote heavily. "I'm dying."

He knew this was true, and he tried his best to write down his experience before death came.

But behind him, he had heard those hungry voices.

They are here to find him.

"If my servants didn't abandon me." He wrote, his eyes were blurred and his throat was too choked to say a word. But he understood that it was not their fault, it was his own fault.

He always thought that everything was under his control, but in fact, he was just a fool who was deceived, a **** of the Burning Legion, and a slave in the hands of a demon.

His existence is just a joke, a pure joke, and it will end soon.

"I'm an idiot." he thought.

He stopped writing in his hand and turned around to escape, only to find that it was too late.

Next, the sharp claws penetrated deeply into his body, and Gul'dan only heard his desperate scream.

...

At the same time, on the beach outside the temple.

Reid stretched out an arm to block Maimu's footsteps.

"No, we don't have to go any further." He said softly, and he roughly wrapped the wound with a belt taken from the fallen soldier, but blood still seeped from above.

"We must catch up with Gul'dan." Mehm insisted.

Although the wound on his body made him feel a little unstable, a wide bandage tied one of his legs, and the clothes on his shoulders had been soaked in blood.

"There is no need for this." His brother pointed forward, "These... guys have already completed the task for us."

Some weird things came out of the building in front of them, and some of these things seemed to have been seen before—those pesky warlocks would summon these creatures to fight for them.

However, these guys in front of them seem to be controlled by no one, they are irrational, and there are blood stains on their fangs and claws-blood stains from the orcs who entered the temple.

These guys rushed to the beach one by one, frantically attacking the orcs in front of them.

They bite the body of the attacked like hungry beasts.

Some orcs were shocked by the appearance of these monsters, but others immediately counterattacked.

They eventually eliminated these things, but this cost many orcs' lives.

These guys ran out of this building.

Although he was only a warrior, Reid could also feel a trace of magic coming from the depths of the ruined temple in front of him. This power was very powerful, but it was evil beyond imagination.

It is full of hatred and points directly at any creature that exists in the world.

Only monsters can survive this power.

According to the various howls from the temple, it seems that there are more such monsters entrenched in it.

Regardless of the considerations, Reid felt that there was no need to go deep into the temple, otherwise they might all be folded inside.

Suddenly, the place under their feet began to vibrate, and a loud noise came from the entrance of the temple, and a deep sound that seemed to be mixed with laughter came from the depths of the temple.

This breath rushed out of the building, accompanied by a foul smell and corruption, and there were other things mixed in it.

This made Reid and Mai tremble all over.

Although he couldn't see anything in the temple, he was certain that something evil was pouring out of this incredible place.

Finally, there was a loud rumbling noise in the temple, which seemed to be a huge explosion. The shock from this explosion not only caused the orcs to fall to the ground, but also stirred up waves.

The explosion was over soon.

But the sound continued, the ground was still trembling, the rocks under their feet began to shatter, and the entire island seemed to be splitting.

"Gul'dan is no longer a threat." The explosion finally ended, and Reid got up from the ground.

He was convinced that his words were true.

Such a terrible upheaval happened in the temple, no matter what Gul'dan hopes to find here, he will only find his own death.

"So, what should we do now?" Mehm asked suddenly when they turned their backs to the temple.

"Let's go back to Doomhammer." Reid said to him. "We still have a battle to fight, at least for now we don't have to worry about traitors disintegrating our power. If anyone dares to do this, we will let him taste it." The two brothers walked towards the shore, their boat. Was waiting there.

Item 0604

Just as the Black Hand brothers were returning by boat, the Alliance finally began to attack the tribe entrenched in the Arathi Highlands.

Lothar led the main force of the Alliance to break out from behind Thoradin's Wall. These long-term rest, the long-awaited Alliance army rushed forward, making the tribe exhausted.

At the same time, King Stormgard, Thorbane, who had been hiding in Stromgarde, finally stopped defending. Stormgard's army attacked him from the back of the tribe and caught them by surprise.

Although the tribe has always considered the possibility of a sudden attack by the troops in Stromgarde, such things have not happened for several months since they surrounded the city-even when Ye Ting led the archers to harass their rear not excluded.

Finally, the tribe gradually relaxed its vigilance against Stromgarde, and apart from routine harassment every three days, there were almost no warning measures.

Now, they finally paid the price for their carelessness.

Trollbane, who had the anger of the country occupied in his heart, took the brave Stormgard fighters and launched revenge on the tribe. Under such double-sided attacks, the tribe was defeated for a time, even if Ogg Rim personally commanded, and only barely prevented the tribe's army from collapsing, but barely retreated.

Orgrim knew deeply that once the original retreat turned into a rout, the casualties of the tribe would be greatly increased.