Although the Lich King Guldan did not show any anxiety or anxiety, his undead were not so calm. A death knight seemed to want to say something and repeatedly raised his right hand wearing mail, but his unconditional obedience to Guldan finally made him let go. His sharp teeth penetrated his shriveled jaw through his broken dark purple lips.

As if seeing the strangeness of his subordinates beside him, Gul'dan said in a cold tone: "Tyrone, now we are just chess pieces in the hands of the Burning Legion, and the pieces will only be squeezed out of all their value and eventually discarded. All they need is the natural disaster of the undead as war cannon fodder, rather than the undead beasts reborn with the power of death. Even if they are not consumed in this war, what comes afterwards will be another battle, endless battles until destruction!"

Although we had understood all this for a long time, these words still made a trace of hideousness flash in Gul'dan's eyes: "The Burning Legion will not allow the existence of an undead beast, but if it were a few undead who were once beast clans, they would probably be ignored. And we are facing the ancient fire element lords now. You don't think that the night elves are really so easy to deal with, Elune, the Moon God, and this country that has dominated the core of Azeroth since ancient times..."

This Death Knight is Tyrone Blood Demon, the most powerful existence among the Death Knights under Guldan. The demon's flesh and blood are much stronger than the body of the Stormwind Knight. If among Guldan's direct power, the Immortal Orc Warriors and Immortal Ogres are the lowest third tier, the Lichs who were once members of the Shadow Council are the second tier, and the Death Knight he created himself is the first tier, his true core strength.

On the other hand, as a surveillance of this orc unit and ensuring the delay of the power of the Furious Legion, the first lord Nasrezm, the dark demon king Tikdios, and even the third lord Mephistos and Barnazar and other elite members were also in charge of this mission.

"Gul'dan actually has such courage to destroy the large troops under his command and drag us into this battle ahead of time."

Mephistos said coldly, although he did not react at the first moment, he quickly saw Gul'dan's thoughts.

"Gul'dan, this orc bone is against the interests of the Burning Legion! He is a betrayal, and this betrayer must be killed!"

Regarding Margani's remarks, Banazar responded in a strange tone: "Betrayal, how can this be called betrayal? Take a look at this battle. He has obviously put everything in this battle and will sacrifice everything he has to stop the enemy of the Legion."

"Hmph, when is it that you are still arguing about these things. Lord Kiljadan's order must be implemented. Now all we need to consider is how to use the orc souls to delay these flame demons."

Although Tikdios didn't say anything in his words, a trace of vigilance flashed through his heart. He and Mephistos knew very well that what Kiljandan needed was the undead troops that completely followed his will, rather than the undead army headed by Gul'dan and other former beast tribes. Even if they successfully completed this mission, what awaited them would be the next battle until the power was exhausted. But unlike Mephistos, the first lord thought of this deeper.

"These simple and humble fire elements actually make me, the great third lord of Nasrezm, Mephistos, feel fear and shame! Absolute shame! Since you desire to destroy, then use your lives to pursue the destruction!"

Accompanied by Mephistos' roar, an extremely huge shadow force distorted the sky and tore the space barrier, forming a plane vortex leading to the twisted space and time at the end of the clouds. The yellow-green evil flames kept falling like raindrops, and the hellfire with terrifying high temperatures and terrifying impact was even more like the end of the world.

However, Mephistos did not notice. His eyes, which were originally full of cruelty and cunning, were gradually occupied by anger, and his dark purple skin became increasingly swelling. The dark green armor tightly wrapped around his body like a tight suit, and became tighter as he expanded...

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