The shadow crack in the air lasted for only a moment, and endless grey-black aura rushed out from it. The top of the hall, which was originally made of animal skins and logs, was almost instantly replaced by this twisted shadow layer. The orcs who had no time to retreat suddenly became as dry as if they had lost their moisture, and their green skin turned into a color that was almost black and dark green, and eventually turned into a sticky substance and merged into it little by little.

"Your flesh, your soul, and your world belong to us from this moment!"

Different voices such as young, old, tender, sharp, hoarse, heavy and high-pitched sounded at the same time at this moment. The ripples formed by the interweaving of death, resentment and evil intentions almost condensed into substance, attacking the old shaman like a sickle of the god of death that destroyed all life.

Although his power was amazing for a moment, most of the orcs in the hall died in an instant, Feng Haitao had no sense of relief. The sub-sky shadow layer attached to the main plane could not be easily torn apart, and the difficulty was almost as difficult as breaking the space barrier. Even in the entire orc tribe, there were no more than four shamans or warlocks who could do this. He never thought that such a shaman with powerful power would exist in a small clan like the Claw. More importantly, the Claw tribe in the hall was not a prey that he could take. The surviving orcs also shone light representing the air totem around them.

The tribe members were killed one after another, making the old shaman extremely angry. A powerful elemental energy filled his entire body. The flesh and blood body, which was originally slightly aging, began to change to the air element, and two giant wolves, who were ghostly, slowly walked out of the air and stood beside him.

This is the most profound and powerful technique in the shaman heritage. After reaching a certain level of mastery of elemental totems and mastery, they can temporarily transform themselves into the sinking element form. This powerful and old shaman even pours the power drawn from the elemental plane into the ghost through the call of his soul.

Unlike ordinary ghost wolfs, these two giant thunder wolfs are like the incarnation of a storm. The powerful power and totem blessing of the elemental plane make each of their claws contain the power comparable to the storm bombardment. The atmospheric elemental totem released by the people of the surrounding Claw Tribulations made the storm bombardment as huge as a torrent of thunder.

Although the death evil ripples released by the group of ghosts caused the thunder power to fall into a state of dissipation almost the moment it was released, it was still too dispersed. It may be very good at dealing with weaker opponents, and it showed shortcomings in this pure confrontation.

After the Death Evil Ripple was blown away by the entire thunder elemental impact, the thunder giant wolf kept shuttled around with lightning, and each claw could blow away a resentful ghost. The resentful ghosts who were originally filled with the entire hall could only be around, and could not threaten the remaining shamans of the Claw Clan.

As for the old shaman of the Claw Clan, his strength is inferior to Feng Haitao, the master of the souls who controls the ghosts. However, the Claw Clan has lived in the Broken Ridge Plain for generations, and the ancestors' souls and tribal totems have greatly increased the strength of the old shaman.

For the Draenor Orcs, the shadow power from the Burning Legion seems to be much stronger than their original shamans, and their unparalleled destructive power and profound magic knowledge are even more fascinating, but in essence, they cut off their beliefs and inheritance, and replaced the orcs' ancestor souls with themselves. If the development continues in this way, as the shadow power penetrates more and more, they will sooner or later become slaves of the Burning Legion, and have been to destroy and kill existences for generations.

When he just entered the hall of the Claw Clan, Feng Haitao felt the invisible depression. Every bit of energy around him seemed so heavy. He could clearly feel that the old shaman's consciousness was always firmly locked on the initial shadow crack. As long as his true body appeared from the ghosts and shadow layers, the old shaman would destroy him at all costs.

Feng Haitao's power is fundamentally derived from the contract of Saint Fanganga, and comes from the ghosts of Saint Fanganga. Although the total power is indeed very powerful, the death of each resentful ghost will cause him to lose some of his power forever. Although under the blessing of Sammikina's Death Soul Secret Curse, the scattered ghost spirit will not completely dissipate, but his weakness is inevitable. Only after devouring enough death energy and soul can he recover. Once it falls into weakness, it means that he must first go from this Draenor.

Exit during the battle.

As the atmospheric totems continue to be released, the elemental power gathered in the hall becomes increasingly huge. Whether it is the crazy scream that makes people fall into madness, the ghosts, shadows and spirits that come from the shadow plane, or the violent spirits that completely tear the targets away, they all dissipate in front of the totem's spiritual light, and the resentful ghosts who keep passing through the shadow layer are also difficult to find a chance to start. Often, just as soon as they approach the orc shaman, they have not had time to start, the torrent of the thunder has completely swallowed it up.

But when the occupation was gradually mastered by the old shaman, a yin and cold evil aura suddenly came from behind. After shattering the back wall of the hall, a pale arm completely ignored the thunder and lightning filled the surrounding area, hitting the old shaman's back heavily. Around this arm, the ghost-headed demon pythons formed by corpse energy completely poured into the old shaman's body.

The hall, which had been on the edge of decay and broken, collapsed completely at this moment, and the panoramic view of the tribe where the Crack Clan was located was completely presented to the old shaman. A black flag kept fluttering in the wind, and no other color was found in the sky except for the darkness. The residences, mills and training grounds were completely razed to the ground, and countless orc corpses were arranged around. This tribe, which originally had a population of nearly 10,000, is now only a few dozen people in the tribe hall, and in the Crack Crack Clan

In addition to the tribe, the entire ridge plain was covered with wriggling black and purple substances. Orange-red eyeballs cracked directly on the ground, and the entire plain turned into a dead domain...

"Demon! The demon that truly represents destruction is not the Burning Legion, but you! You will bring irreversible disasters to the whole world, and the ancestor souls of the tribe will not let you go!"

Amid the old shaman's roar of sorrow and despair, a simple and desolate aura rose from the earth. However, the will of the ancestors of the tribe, the ten thousand guardians, had just emanated, and were endlessly submerged by the entire Bone Broken Plain. A spiral spear nearly three meters long and completely gathered from painted black matter was also shot out from the shadow layer.

The shadow thorn that locked the old shaman tightly at the beginning directly triggered another riot in the shadow layer. Shadow ripples like sea tide spread wildly outwards with the coordinates inside the old shaman, burying the tribesmen and beliefs of the Claw Tribe together………………

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