Chapter 908：

The orcs rushed down the mountain along the path, and rushed to the tall city with a burning wildness.

Some of them even furiously knocked the stones along the way, letting the sound of the impact call out their rage;

Others maintain a serious, death-like silence, accumulating all the energy and preparing to explode at the right moment.

Because of Ye Ting's warning, the draenei in Shattrath were prepared for the arrival of the tribe.

At this time, the head of Shattrath's city was already full of draenei who were waiting.

Prophet Velen was among them, observing the incoming tribe from a distance.

This was the first time he saw the tribe after drinking the blood of the devil, but after just a glance, his heart unconsciously raised a trace of fear for this race transformed by the demon.

These dashing green-skinned creatures are more than a club-wielding ogre, more terrifying than any taboo flock... more terrifying than any enraged draenei, and even more terrifying than the tribal army seen in the Battle of Karabor horrible.

He had never seen an army so angry, so bloodthirsty, so crazy and militant.

As if it were a pure machine of killing and war, that manic posture seemed to be able to tear everything in front of him. This kind of orc even surpassed the Burning Legion in aura.

"Kil'jaeden...what kind of monsters have you created!"

Velen was a little restless. He was not worried about himself. What he was worried about was what would happen next—not for Shattras’s long-destined fate, but for Yrel in Auchinton and escape from Shat. The draenei of Tas was worried.

Can the blood of the draenei in Shattrath really satisfy these orcs' desire to kill?

At this moment, he seemed to have seen the green rolling tide rushing to Auchindoun, submerging the last shelter of the draenei. The draenei race disappeared into the vast universe.

"Rumble—"

Just as the orc army rushed down, the earth shook terribly.

The green tide suddenly came under the shock, and many orcs were thrown to the ground, their running speed stagnated.

Something unexpected happened.

After getting up hard, the orcs looked back at the place they had just left, which was the direction of Kil'jaeden Throne.

The draenei on the city wall did so in unison.

Then, they saw an amazing scene they had never seen before.

The Throne of Kil'jaeden, the mountain named after the demon commander, looked like it had exploded.

Endless lava sprayed into the night sky, and then splashed around the jagged mountain peaks, spraying and roaring like the roar of a mountain god.

But by looking at it, we can see that it is not an ordinary natural disaster.

Vinyl's face has become very ugly.

The color of the lava is like the blood of the devil drunk by the orcs, and the color is all evil green-that is the color of the demon of the Burning Legion.

More and more molten rocks were ejected, which was a spectacular, fascinating, and terrifying scene.

There was a burst of cheer among the orcs of the tribe. They saw this as a sign, as the mountain now known as the Throne of Kil'jaeden was blessing their efforts. They celebrated for it and then drummed Take the courage, turn around and continue to slay.

But Velen and many draenei knew quite well that it meant that the power of the devil had further encroached on this world.

That means that in the upcoming war, the enemies they will face may be much more terrifying than imagined.

One mile away from the city, the orcs slowed down under the orders of the chiefs.

There was an empty space that had recently been cleared, and the orcs who arrived first looked at each other. This was where they gathered and where they planned to place their war machinery, but at the moment there was nothing.

Even the orcs know that without war machinery, it is absolutely impossible to conquer a fortified city, especially a fortified city built by the draenei whose civilization level far exceeds them.

Even in such a world where there is magic, it is still stupid for most people to collide with wood, stone and steel with flesh and blood.

In the previous battle at the Karabor Temple, they had suffered in this regard...If it weren't for the Dark Star...

Ordinary orcs had doubts and dissatisfaction in their hearts, but their warchief, the black hand, seemed confident at the moment.

Suddenly, without warning, something gradually changed from nothingness to substance in front of them.

The orcs hissed back, and out of instinct, they began to howl hostile at the huge thing.

Then, a huge existence was completely materialized and stood in front of them.

This guy is three times taller than the tallest ogre.

From its artiodactyl hoofs, to the end of its lashing tail, from its protruding horns to sharp nails, the tall creatures in front of them are all red.

The big orcs of its size had never seen it before, but it looked like it looked like a draenei with crimson skin, they couldn't think of anything else.

The orcs did not recognize the creature in front of them, but the draenei of Shattrath did.

The creature race in front of him was named Ereda, a member of the Burning Legion, but before ten thousand years, he was a member of their race.

And his identity, his name, even the draenei would not forget even in the womb.

"You have sworn allegiance to me. When you see me, you don't need to be afraid, just congratulate!"

The giant shouted to the orcs, its voice deep into the bones.

"I am Kil'jaeden, a great being, I have been with you from the beginning."

"And at this moment, when you are heading for the most glorious battle, I will be with you too!"

"Once, the evil draenei conspired against you, hiding the entire city from your eyes. But you destroyed that city, and other cities, and conquered their temple!"

"What remains now is this final battle. From then on, the threat of the draenei will be ended."

"The emeralds of Taymor City were once hidden from you, but their doomsday are now hidden. Kehlamensamir, solaylamaakahl!"

Chapter 1102 Kil'jaeden and the Shadow of the Many Leaves

Kil'jaeden, a member of the upper class of the Eredar tribe, is known as the Demon Lord, and his wisdom is as unquestionable as his power.

In the Burning Legion, Kil'jaeden is equivalent to the right-handed existence of the fallen Titan Sargeras. He is regarded as one of the highest generals under Sargeras, and his position is even more detached than his colleague, Archimonde the Defiler.

For the draenei, Kil'jaeden was the culprit who caused them to flee for thousands of years, and the person directly responsible for the tragedy of the draenei.

The grievances between Kil'jaeden and the draenei and Velen have to be talked about thousands of years ago.

25,000 years ago, the incredible Eredar people established their civilization on a planet called Argus.

Eredars are a race that knows how to cast spells by nature, but even in such a race, Kil'jaeden is still outstanding.

Because of his wisdom, Kil'jaeden was called "a genius in a genius race" by the people.