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Chapter 386 Kurdlan is saved

Green Shadow's sneak attack caught the ogre off guard, and a large piece of flesh was torn off his leg.

Blackart was furious. He was one of the first people to invade Auchindoun and occupy Shadow Labyrinth, and he had once been loyal to Gul'dan.

The tribe that had occupied this place for a while thought they had been forgotten. It was only recently with the arrival of Ner'zhul that they learned that they had betrayed the tribe after Gul'dan invaded Azeroth.

They swore allegiance to Ner'zhul's Horde, and their first task was to stop the Alliance.

Blackart once believed that the power of the Horde was invincible and that the reason the Horde failed was entirely because of Gul'dan's betrayal.

If they attack head-on, no one can stop the Horde's iron hoof, not the Draenei, and not the humans either.

He does have reason to be arrogant, and his charm skills are indeed powerful. Within a certain range, almost no one can escape his magic.

But it was also his arrogance that caused his failure. He didn't expect that the human would see through the weakness of his magic so quickly, and there was also the beast that attacked him from the shadows!

Blackart waved his arms angrily, trying to catch the Night Blade Leopard, but the green shadow was like a ghost, dodging the ogre's attacks lightly and launching fatal counterattacks from time to time. Soon the ogre was wounded in many places.

"Go to hell, die, die!"

One of Blackart's heads screamed, controlling his body to attack, while the other head yelled at his body to defend itself. The two heads argued and fought at the same time, creating a rather strange scene.

Green Shadow seized the opportunity and rushed forward while the ogre was about to throw a punch, using a move that the ogre could not defend against, and broke the neck of one of the heads with one claw.

The only remaining head of Blackart screamed in pain, and snot and tears flowed out.

At this time, one of the ogre's heads had a broken neck and was turned 180 degrees to hang behind him. The other head was crying bitterly and kneeling on the ground, beating the ground with its arms, making a dong dong dong sound.

At this time, Alvin took advantage of the fight between the two and, together with Calpurnia, snatched Iriel and Danas away.

Alvin quickly used healing magic to heal the two, and then Calpurnia went downstairs to take care of the two, while he came to Blackart.

"Ogre! Where did you hide the dwarf you brought in earlier?"

"Dwarf, you don't understand. Everyone must die. You die, I die, everyone dies!"

Blackart raised his head and held up the other severed head in his hands.

"You killed my brother, but that's good. From now on, this body belongs to me alone! Hahahaha, and you've already failed! Listen to the voice coming from the depths!"

Alvin frowned. He did hear some noise. It seemed that many people were chanting some kind of spell together!

"Are they the orcs who left earlier? What kind of ritual are they performing? Damn, are they summoning some weird thing?"

Alvin shouted, "Green Shadow, the ogre is in your hands! He's following behind, everyone else follow me!"

Iriel and the others had regained consciousness and their bodies had been healed. Upon hearing Alvin's order, they quickly approached him.

"You will definitely fail! My mission is to delay you as much as possible. As long as Ner'zhul reaches the Black Temple, hahahahaha! And you will all be buried in Auchindoun forever! You..."

The ogre's voice suddenly stopped, probably because the green shadow gave him the final blow.

But Alvin didn't care about these things. He definitely didn't want to fight with the Air Lord Murmur again deep underground. If there was another explosion, he and his men might really be buried in Auchindoun.

There was a passage ahead, and Alvin and others passed through it quickly. The sound of the chanting became louder and louder, and Alvin's scalp felt numb.

He urged everyone to hurry on, but halfway, they found Kurdlan tied to a pillar...

Danas quickly lowered the dwarf brother from the pillar. The dwarf was unconscious and had obviously suffered severe abuse.

His limbs were broken, and one of his legs was nearly shattered, as if it had been crushed by a millstone. Wounds covered his entire body, and he lay on the ground like a rag, with only the rise and fall of his chest proving he was still alive.

"No, no, no, Kurdran, my brother, what have they done to you?!"

Danas almost collapsed. He had imagined almost every reunion he could have. He still had Kurdran's Storm Hammer with him, and he was thinking about taking down this guy right away. Maybe he would blame himself for not bringing his weapon so that he could kill the enemy.

But when they really met again, the pain Kurdlan suffered still made the strong man shed tears.

"Get out of the way, Danas! If you want Kurdran to die quickly, then keep crying. We might be joining him soon too! If you want to resolve this quickly, then get out of the way and let me heal him!"

"Yes, yes, you are right! Your Holy Light just saved me! Quick, heal Kurdlan! He is dying!"

Alvin quickly took over Danas's position. He concentrated and selected the skill icon of "Holy Word of Silence" in his mind. The holy light suddenly lit up and flowed into Danas' body like a silent river.

The injured parts of Kurdran began to heal rapidly. The holy light was like an invisible scalpel, repairing the dwarf's body.

"Ah!"

The dwarf suddenly struggled awake as if from a nightmare. "Damn green monster! Don't even think about getting any Alliance intelligence from me! Kill me if you dare!"

The dwarf yelled and waved his arms, but was pinned down by Danas.

"Quiet, old friend, quiet! We have rescued you, you are safe now!"

Danas was heartbroken. Judging from Kurdlan's reaction, the orcs really wanted to get information about the Alliance from him, but even after being tortured, the dwarf still did not reveal any information.

"You're a tough guy! My old friend! You're safe now!"

"what!"

Kurdlan gasped for breath and gradually regained consciousness. When he saw Danas and Alvin in front of him clearly, he began to regain his composure.

"He's recovered! Oh my god, this is really dangerous. If I had been a minute later, Kurdlan would have been dead, and I would have been powerless to save him!"

Alvin said, "The dwarves have such strong vitality!"

"Alvin, my old friend, and Danas! Why are you here? Did I bring my weapon?"

"Of course! Here!"

"Be careful, you've just recovered from your injury, so you can't do any strenuous exercise! Just leave this message here and leave the rest to us!