Panda’s Self-cultivation

　　 The expeditionary force, which had planned to wait a few more days to continue collecting information, quickly changed its plan.

"Drunk Wind, Khadgar and Kurdran, you follow Onyxia all the way to the northwest to find Deathwing! I don’t know Drunk Wind, what trump card you have to face this black dragon king-but I Believe you! You must defeat Deathwing and take back Gul'dan's head!"

"Wait a minute!" Onyxialuk interrupted Lothar's command, "Don't let the Wildhammer dwarves follow! As far as I know, almost all the adult dragons of the Black Dragonflight have arrived in Draenor! It's not comparable to those red dragon cubs who are matured by the orcs! Each giant dragon is more than epic according to your division! The griffon rider can only come here as a gift!"

　　 "Then you have no scout troops?" Lothar grabbed Kurdran who was flailing. "This time it is obvious that Deathwing showed signs on purpose. We can't expect him to stay like this."

　　 "It's okay!" Drunk Wind said this time, "I can probably guess where Deathwing wants to go-with Oni here, we can catch him!"

　　 "That's right!" Khadgar also nodded, "I already feel the aura of the skull of Gul'dan, and the black dragon can't run away this time!"

　　 "Okay." Now that he said so, Lothar nodded, "Then how many soldiers do you plan to bring?"

　　 "No soldiers! No one!" Drunk Feng was full of confidence at this time. "In front of the dragon, even elite soldiers are meaningless. Only three of us are enough!"

　　 "I'm with you, too." Kilrogg said suddenly, "You must go through Talador when you find the black dragon. Auchindoun is there-my fate is also there."

Early the next morning, Drunken Wind, Onyxia, Khadgar and Kilrogg set off early and flew northwest. Interestingly, Onyxia did not change back to the black dragon form, but all five of them were crowded. On the back of the can, if it weren't for Khadgar's feather fall technique, maybe the can would be exhausted...

　　 "Drunk Wind, you said you probably know where Deathwing is going, really?" Khadgar suddenly asked, "Where is he going?"

　　 "It's very simple, go to a place where no one will bother-Kilrogg. In our northwest, where are the orcs almost gone?"

"Let me think about..." Kilrogg began to meditate, "Not counting those small tribes, the orcs of Frostfire Ridge that I know should not be there anymore. There were two main clans that lived there, the Thor clan is Ner'zhul’s diehards should now be guarded in Hellfire Citadel; there is also the Frostwolf clan. They left Draenor, but they were no longer found. They may still be hidden in Azeroth. A place."

　　 "If nothing happens, Deathwing is now in Frostfire Ridge!"

　　 The group tried their best to hurry, but they still lost the trace of Deathwing. Fortunately, his purpose had been determined. Under the guidance of Kilrogg, everyone rushed all the way to Frostfire Ridge.

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　　 Three days later, Talador, Auchinton.

　　 "I think, I should leave-I am here to greet my death." Kilrogg calmly walked towards Auchindoun, as if there was something in the ruins that strongly attracted him. This indifferent one made the remaining three people a little at a loss.

　　 "Hey, Khadgar, do you want us to come and have a look? Why do I feel weird..." Drunk Feng touched Khadgar's back with his elbow.

　　 "Me too, it doesn't feel right" Khadgar nodded, "Let's go with it, maybe there is something unexpected."

"Stop, you dirty orc and these **** who make friends with orcs!" a harsh voice in the shadow shouted in orc language, "Are you trying to blaspheme my mother's soul? I, Giacomo Vinucci will not let you succeed!"

　　 "Come out, little draenei-I don't want to kill anymore, I am no longer a bloodthirsty orc."

　　 "Are you not the group of orcs who are summoning strange things?"

　　 "No, I'm not. I used to be a warrior, but I lost my glory. Now I follow my fate and come here. I hope to find my glory."

　　 In the shadow, a little guy came out timidly.

　　Different from the usual draenei, this little guy has lost his noble appearance, his body is short and rickets, his skin is sagging because of looseness, and his clothes are torn in some places, revealing a lot of hyperplastic sarcomas.

　　 A touch of azure arcane light flashed.

"Little guy, can you understand what I'm saying now? Can you tell me what you have gone through? You are completely different from the draenei I know." Khadgar squatted down to the little guy. He stretched out his hand, "I am not your enemy, and I have no intention of desecrating your mother."

　　 "Wow!" Vinucci's eyes flashed, "What kind of power is this? It has the same air as the holy light-well, it's a pity that there is no holy light warm."

　　 Mentioned the Holy Light, the little guy's eyes became dimmed.

"Dad died in battle~www.ltnovel.com~ Shattrath exploded. We were all infected. Mom was crazy. Later, she left me with a necklace and died. I went to see Grandpa Velen and he said I would be infected. Others, Vinucci is a good boy, and a good boy will not bring pain to others, so Vinucci stayed with Auchenai to accompany his mother."

　　 "Vinucci is such a good boy." Zuifeng reached out his hand and touched Vinucci's little head.

"But, Uncle, why doesn't the Holy Light respond to me anymore?" Looking up again, Vinucci's muddy eyes are already full of tears, "Grandpa Vilen said that Vinucci is the best! Why is it now regardless of Vinucci? How can Qi pray that the Holy Light is not willing to respond to me?"

　　 "..." Drunk Feng had nothing to say, he couldn't bear to open his mouth and tell Vinucci that he had become a broken person who couldn't accept the Holy Light because of being infected by the evil energy.

On the other side, Kilrogg recalled the days when the Blood Ring clan shivered in the shadow of the arakkoa. At that time, he determined to walk into the Blood Ring Caverns and dig out his eyes to predict the reasons for the future. Except for glory, no Is it also for the children, for the future of the clan?

　　 What is it that makes oneself and one's own people no longer pursue honor and concentrate on killing? What made yourself commit such a sin?

The short silence was broken by the chanting of spells from Auchenai. Nobundo grabbed the drunk wind anxiously: "Uncle, let’s go quickly. The orcs inside are starting to cast spells again. When they cast the spell, the entire Austrian Ginny is shaking!"

Before Drunk Wind could answer, an extremely harsh voice came from the depths of Auchenai: "Mortals, you called me, and I, the great Mormor, will respond to your call with destruction~www.ltnovel.com ~Book friends are welcome to come and read. The latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~www.ltnovel.com~ For mobile users, please go to read.