Titan Dawn - Chapter 433

Thirty-five years ago, parallel to Draenor World, Nagrand Prairie.

On a small hill with beautiful scenery and pleasant mood, two uninvited guests have been sleeping here for several days.

Garrosh carefully examined the landscape of Nagrand. For several days, he had not seen the Warsong Scout. This hill is on the edge of the Warsong clan territory, and there was no need to patrol here in peacetime.

Groups of ogres will only come from the west, while other orc clans come from the east. If Garrosh remembers correctly, no one will hunt this season.

He remembers that he was very young when he stood on the hill last time. . .

No, he was not standing on this hill when he was young, nor was it the trees he climbed, nor was it the grass he traversed with his fingers. This is a completely different world.

“The world you see now will not be exactly the same as before. I have spent my life to understand the space-time tunnel. If you want to compare the shape of each grass root one by one, you will definitely drive yourself crazy. “

Kenoz sat by the extinguished bonfire, and Garrosh said.

Garrosh blocked the harsh sunlight and gazed at the plains at sunset.

This hill is a safe place to rest. If there is an intruder, the low, lush grass below can easily be exposed.

Behind him, Kenoze lay down lazily, holding a huge curved hourglass in his hand before his eyes. This hourglass shone in bronze gold under the action of the bonfire and the rays of the setting sun.

“I still recommend that you follow my plan and immediately contact the Warsong Clan, report your Hellscream’s surname and your relationship with Grom, so …”

“In this case, maybe the blood roar will cut off your and my head.” Garrosh looked back and looked at the bronze dragon coldly.

Kenoz snorted.

The high-elf-like expression stood out on the face of the orc incarnation. “Your father and his weapon won’t hurt me at all, unless he has wings.”

“You can give it a try. The dragon under the axe of Blood Roar is not bad.”

Kenoz smiled, looking disapproved.

“So … did you make a decision?”

“Yes.” Garrosh nodded slightly.

“What is it?”

Garrosh controlled his tone as much as possible. “We need to part ways.” He replied.

“That’s it?” Kenoz laughed. “Why didn’t I remember giving you this choice?”

“Although you look like an orc, your behavior has betrayed you. They are not fools, and I need to go alone.” Garrosh said.

“Well, so. How long will it take for me to meet with you?” Kenoz’s smile grew stranger.

“Who said that right? Wait until the time comes …”

“You mean, never meet again, right?” Kenoz shook his head and shook his fingers at the orc in front of him. “Garrush, Garrosh … Playing smart is not your strength, don’t embarrass yourself.”

Garrosh also threw back a sentence, “OK.”

His voice is still very smooth. “I’ll tell you straight. My tribe doesn’t need the help of a dragon.”

“Your tribe?” Kenoz stood slowly, carefully holding the hourglass of time with one hand.

“Your tribe has abandoned you! Without me, you are still in that dirty cage! You have no right to ask me to leave.” The bronze dragon disguised as an orc crooked his head.

“If you don’t obey me … I promise you will be treated underneath, so that you would rather die under the executioner’s knife.”

Garrosh stared coldly at the bronze dragon.

Subsequently. . . He rushed towards this arrogant dragon, and the roar of war broke out all around him.

He took three big steps, jumped over the bonfire, grabbed Kenoz’s throat, and began to strangle desperately.

The bronze light flashed, and the hourglass in Kenoz’s hand shimmered.

Garrosh blinked, and found that he had only air in his hands.

The extinguished bonfire that had straddled back to his eyes again, three steps away from him, as if he had never moved.

Kenoz was gone, and while he was still in doubt, a hand came out of Garrosh’s neck and dragged it down.

He slammed heavily on the ground, and Kenoz rubbed Garrosh firmly to the ground with his knees, his forearms gripping his neck firmly.

“Do you think I have no resistance when I become human?” Kenoz said fiercely.

“You are no longer the chief warrior, Hellscream. It is my will to escape the cage! It is also my will to survive! You will find your father and gather the orc clan as well!” Kenoz neck The above camouflage had disappeared, and his orc’s head suddenly turned into a giant dragon.

The bronze dragon’s huge eyes clung to Garrosh’s face. “You are just a **** of mine, nothing more … If you can’t prove your worth, you will be destroyed by me.”

Slowly, Garrosh calmed his anger.

He controlled his breathing, panting smoothly, and Garrosh’s voice faded, his voice calming.

“If you really need me, Bronze Dragon, then show your sincerity and put away your meaningless threats and arrogance.”

Kenoz smiled suddenly. “Let’s be clear to each other.”

After speaking, he turned back into a human form, and slowly stood up and let go of Garrosh.

“But you are right about one thing, Garrosh … You and me, the two of us are completely strangers here, it is better to separate our lines, so as not to be considered by us as associates.”

The bronze dragon waved his hand, re-ignited the extinguished bonfire, and then threw the phase of time to Garrosh.

Anyway, this orc is full of brain muscles, this bronze dragon special time artifact, he will never know how to exert its power.

“Let the orcs in this world take a good look at this hourglass. Although your kind live a primitive life in this world, but they are still a little perceptive of supernatural powers? Those shamans should be enough, any kind of intelligence The inferior creatures can glimpse the disaster that Azeroth and other worlds have suffered through your hands. Once you successfully convince them to join your ideal tribe and conquer the world they look at, I will come back.”

Kenoz spread his arms. “Then I will use this artifact to open the way for this world to any other world.”

“I’m only interested in one world,” Garrosh replied.

“Because of your eyes, you only want a tribe that is not defiled by the blood of demons. I don’t want to stop there. I want to cultivate countless tribes, and then …”

Garrosh suddenly laughed.

Kenoz lowered his arms and his expression became fierce. “You don’t believe me?”

“Think about it, Hellscream.” Kenoz’s voice was soft. “With this thing, plus your new tribe, nothing can restrain us, not even time! I will be able to grasp the infinite possibilities, we can travel to any world and take whatever we want , I will become … “

At this time, Garrosh threw the phase of time to the ground.

Because this artifact suddenly began to emit a violent light, and trembled.

Subsequently. . . The phase of time exploded and shattered into dozens of small and large pieces.

Kenoz froze, he leaned down and began to observe carefully, he did not understand why the artifact suddenly broke.

There was a sudden pain behind him.

It was Garrosh, holding a sharp and shard in his hand, and exerting his full strength, he kept pounding the bronze dragon.

The time drifting sand contained in the debris severely disrupted Kenoz’s attempt to restore the dragon form, and he could do nothing now.

“I’ve had enough!” Garrosh shouted. “Fed up with those of you who are hiding in the dark in an attempt to manipulate the fate of the orcs and want to enslave my people with fallen power, and I want to eradicate you slave owners, the orcs will take control of their own destiny!”

Garrosh stirred the shard in his hand, then moved it to Kenoz’s chest, stabbing incessantly. Blood splattered the hills.

It is not the blood of orcs ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ nor the blood of any creature that has ever lived in this world, but it has been devoured by the soil of this continent.

Eventually, he stood up after pulling out the pieces.

Kenoz slumped to the ground and twitched.

Garrosh looked curiously that he had never killed a bronze dragon before.

The shards in his hand trembled with the last heartbeat of the bronze dragon, and a sand-like bronze mist slowly emanated from Kenoz.

The mist did not disperse like smoke, but inhaled another world like a vortex.

When the mist disappeared, the debris was quiet again.

Kenoz opened his eyes wide, but his breathing stopped, and he remained as an orc before he died.

Garrosh didn’t walk away immediately, he was still not relieved.

After waiting for a while, confirming that the dragon was completely dead, he nodded moaningly.

“Dead so crisp, it’s cheaper for you …”

He left the body in place, and even if found he would think that the orc had provoked an opponent he shouldn’t provoke.

Isn’t that a fact?

Garrosh laughed when he thought about it.

Packing up all the artifacts of time, he turned away from the hillside and walked towards the town of the Warsong clan in his memory.

On the silent hillside, a dark golden divine power appeared like a water snake, and then quickly merged into the earth.

This divine power will lurk, and once the orcs begin to build any transworld building similar to the Dark Gate, then it is time to come in handy.

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