"What the hell did you do? Making those group of Crokus so angry?"

On the way to Annehran's melt pool, Old Fording, riding a fel-tub sheep, said curiously to Black beside him:

"I saw them roaring and wanted to kill you on the spot, but I thought something was wrong. If Akama hadn't stopped them, we would have been expelled from their camp."

"No, I'm responsible."

Black said with a lip:

"The Croku Brokeners in the Crokuhn area followed Yin Lidan to the Burning Throne. It was the most magnificent victory they have achieved in 25,000 years, which made them send many old and weak living in Draenor.

Therefore, they worship Yin Lidan and joined Yin Lidare as a minion army with the Gray Tongue clan.

Even for my brother Dan, they won't do anything to us.

What's more, Croku and others are not stupid either.

Especially Chief Hatton, the old boy as old as Viren was cunning.

Its tribe has already made a new life in Draenor, and it knows that it is tied to us. Although it is still very doubtful of our combat effectiveness and our will to fight, Croku will definitely not find a better collaborator than us.

So even if I ruin their holy objects, they will not give up on cooperation.”

"You broke other people's holy relics for just a little while?"

Uther on the other side shook his head and said:

"Why didn't you be beaten to death by others? If they want to beat you, we will never stop you. You guy is so bad."

"How do you speak?"

The pirate said unhappy:

“I broke the stones for their good.

Although the stone can still protect them now, once the thing opposite the stone "breaks out", these already miserable Croku may be buried overnight for the final fall of this world.

If they have a conscience, they should thank me.”

"Well, I'm familiar with this plot."

Old Fording stuffed the jerky meat in his hand into his mouth, looked at the uncomfortable evil wilderness around him, and suddenly spoke:

"Just like you deceived us into going to the Great Desert in the Greeksus before and we have to thank you afterwards. You are always so cunning that you can wrap your personal interests under a glorious banner, making people unable to even complain."

"Very good, it seems that you are already familiar with my style of doing things, and it is promising, Old Fording."

Black praised him without shame:

"You will definitely become the pillar of the Holy Light Church in the future. I have seen that bright future. Maybe the human empire will set you withered statues of great men in the future."

"Yinlidare is already in place!"

Just as Blake was quarreling with the two great knights, General Marrad skillfully rode the Tabu sheep and rushed over from the rift valley ahead. The serious garrison of Delaini said to the paladin and pirate in front of him:

"Yin Lidan personally led them to ambush around the Annehran molten pool, and could launch an attack at any time, and the Kroku Mountain Hunters and Assassins were already in place.

But the demons in that place set up three lines of defense, so it was difficult for us to rush in quickly. And the bad news is that in addition to the patrol of the Fear Demon King, there are several cruel abyss lords in charge.

That's a tough trick."

"Barring nonsense, that place is called Annehran Molten Pool. You can tell from the name that it is the place where the lords of the big ass bathe the magma. Isn't it normal for a few abyss lords to take charge?

how?

As the commander of the garrison, have you never killed the Lord of the Abyss alone before?"

Black rolled his eyes, glanced at the Grom Hell's roar, who was following behind, riding on the Tabu sheep and coughing constantly but enduring the pain.

He said:

"This is also the reason why I have to bring Chief Grom here. I hope he can hurry up and practice his hands with the ordinary Abyss Lord, find out the feel of the giant killer, and review the skills of the Blood Roar Headshot.

Maybe it will be useful in the future.”

"I don't mind cutting two big ass demons to find out what they feel. Cough, I just doubt whether you can keep up with my Cough Killing Cough."

Grom still had a bad temper as always.

However, he is so thin that he is now difficult to even say a complete ridicule.

If it weren't for seeing how powerful Grom's Elimination Blade was before, even Old Fording and Uther, who had fought with the Greenskins for many years, would have felt that this guy was not far from death.

He was like a torch that was about to be burned.

Even if there is no enough fuel, he is still burning himself with all his might and burning others hard.

"You should say a few less words and keep some strength."

Black made a sigh and covered his face and said:

"I'm really afraid that you will be too excited and accidentally cough out your lungs. You should know that in this case, you can actually recover to the strongest state by taking a sip of demon blood, right?"

"Swish"

The blood-red skeleton battle axe swung up like a whirlwind and hit the pirates. The explosive murderous aura made the Tabu sheep, who was very irritable, frightened to his four hooves.

Black's words seemed to touch Grom's taboo. The orc chief stared at him under his hair and said viciously:

"I won't drink that again, don't bring it up in front of me!"

"I hope so."

The pirate squeezed his eyes and stopped irritating Grom. Then he glanced at the Annehran melt pool not far ahead, gestured to everyone, and said:

"Okay, put away all the weapons and I'll take you in."

After saying that, Black opened his mouth and shouted at the nearby.

There was obviously a gesture of speaking but no sound was made. The sin monument on the backs of a few people shone a little, indicating that the power of void hit them just now.

Under the call of the pirates, a group of subordinate demons who had previously controlled their minds quickly gathered from all around them, and each one of them maintained a fierce attitude but was very docile and stayed next to the pirates.

Black took out a chain and zipped it up and grabbed his wrist, threw it to the demon beside him, then pinched the soil on the ground and wiped it on his face and body, making a miserable and embarrassed prisoner's posture.

His action made everyone understand his thoughts.

So everyone did the same.

Soon, a team of demons showing off their power pushed a team of caught invader prisoners into the outermost position of Annehran's melt pool.

Several demons wanted to take over the prisoners, but were beaten up by the angry and angry guards commanded the demon guard beside him.

The lucky bastard shouted in the envious jealous eyes of the other demons, wanting to send these spies from the Holy Light Legion to the Abyss Lord as food to receive rewards.

The demons in this ghost place of Crokuhn always deal with the weak Croku, and they have few chances to make real achievements.

These bastards caught these real paladins from somewhere. They might be transferred to the Antolan wasteland to participate in the real war of destruction by relying on this merit.

For the evil demons who are naturally cruel and chaotic, only by participating in war can they satisfy their turbulent desire for destruction, and only by plundering their souls in war can they increase their strength faster.

Therefore, in the Burning Legion, the demons who were sent to the edge of unemployed people all offended the unlucky guys of their superiors. Those cannon fodders who could be sent to the cruel frontline are the dead ghosts favored by their superiors.

These brutal things are exactly the opposite of the war mode in the mortal world, and they can only be said to be quite terrible cultural differences.

"Front"

Uther, who was escorted to the greedy gaze of a group of demons who deliberately made various strange sounds to scare people, raised his head toward the position. The big knight, whose face was covered with black gray and mud and deliberately disrupted his hair, soon discovered that several subordinates of the fearful demon kings were patrolling on the second position ahead.

He whispered to Black, and the pirate squeezed his eyes and signaled not to be afraid and continue to move forward.

As he approached several of the lower-level fear demon kings who came forward to check, Black raised his head, looked at the fear demon kings with his eyes flowing purple light, and easily pulled them into the seduction of the Void Void.

Nasrezm is indeed almost immune to spiritual magic, but the lower-level fear demon king's resistance is ultimately limiting.

Facing the ancient gods who could clearly rush in but insisted on playing the harsh game of the Dragon Spy Shadow, it was a bit difficult for them to find Black's disguise.

This is equivalent to making a wheelchair and Ferrari racing. Not to mention whether you win or not, do you think the intensity of this match is appropriate?

"We take over the prisoners!"

Several Nasrezm shook his head on the spot, then decisively took over the control of several prisoners with a bad voice, and even had a conflict with the demon guards who were unwilling to be robbed of their merits.

Amid the howling of a group of chaotic demons watching the music, the two sides formed a ball in place.

The small chaos spread rapidly until nearly a hundred nearby demons swept in to form a considerable battle. Black and his group took advantage of the chaos and were almost unhindered by the subordinate Fear Demon King to the deepest part of Annehran's melting pool.

After avoiding the magma pool where several abyss lords bathed, the pirates and the paladins walked into the fortress deep in the demon's defense line. When approaching here, even without the perception of the Death Knight, they clearly felt a cold breath of death impacting their minds.

The helmet of domination is above this fortress!

"It's too easy, right?"

After entering this demon fortress, Old Ford already felt something was wrong. He easily broke free from the chains in his hand and said to several other paladins depressedly:

"It seems we are really unlucky and jumped into the trap."

"No, we took the initiative to jump into the trap, it has nothing to do with being unlucky."

Uther pulled out the Silver Hand Warhammer with his backhand, and Marlad also silently put on his own immobile seal ring, and the other paladins drew out their weapons one after another.

They were ready for battle.

Black made a gesture and asked several subordinates to guard the door. They walked up the empty stairs and soon arrived at the second floor of the quiet fortress.
To be continued...