The Dharma God Of All Realms Begins With Harry Potter

When Gul'dan turned back, he realized that Drak'Thul and others were standing behind him, but they were all gone. These people must have escaped.

Screams echoed constantly in the tomb where Gul'dan was, and the area where he had been touched by his sharp claws felt like it was being burned by fire. He raised his hand and touched his face, only to find that a deep line of blood had appeared there. Deep wounds.

"You abominable thing, Sargeras!" he swore, stumbling through columns, through chambers and alcoves. "I will never be defeated like this! I am Gul'dan! I am the embodiment of darkness! This will not end like this."

He held his breath and listened to the movement behind him.

However, there was nothing left, the screams were gone.

"Idiot, husband!"

He thought fiercely, thinking of the members of the Ravager clan who had followed him here.

"They are probably dead." His face was still twitching, and he pressed his hand there, trying to stop the wound from bleeding, but it was in vain.

The continuous blood loss suddenly made him feel dizzy and his hands and feet were weak.

"Even so, I must move forward." He said calmly to himself. "My personal strength should be enough————"

Gul'dan stopped talking and listened carefully.

What is that sound?

The voice was very weak and chattering, which made his scalp numb, but this voice was also mixed with coldness and ridicule.

"Is that laughter... you? Sargeras?" he asked. "Are you trying to laugh at me? When I get your burning eyes, we'll see who has the last laugh! Devil!"

He turned a corner and found himself in a new hall. The walls here were surprisingly blank, with nothing on them - neither carvings nor walls.

As if his heart was infected by something unspeakable, Gul'dan finally walked to the nearest wall and began to write something on it. He scrawled his experiences here and the guards inside with his own blood.

There were many times when he was hesitating whether to continue writing, and his hand could no longer be lifted.

"I was ambushed... by the guards," he wrote grimly. "I'm dying."

He knew this to be true, and he did his best to record his experience before death came.

But behind him, he had heard those hungry voices.

They came for him.

"If my servants had not abandoned me." He wrote, his vision was blurred, and his throat was so choked that he could not say a word. But he knew it wasn't their fault, it was all his own.

He always thought that everything was under his control, but in fact, he was just a fool who was deceived, a pawn of the Burning Legion, and a slave in the hands of the devil.

His existence is just a joke, a pure joke, and it will end soon.

"I'm a fool," he thought.

He stopped writing in his hand and turned around to escape, but found that it was too late.

Next, the sharp claws penetrated deeply into his body, and Gul'dan only heard his own desperate scream.

At the same time, on the beach outside the temple.

Red stretched out an arm to block Maimu from continuing to move forward.

"No, we don't need to go any further." He said softly, and he roughly bandaged the wound with a belt taken from the dead soldier. "But blood is still seeping out from it.

"We must catch up with Gul'dan," Maim insisted.

Although the wounds on his body made him walk a little unsteadily, a wide bandage tied one of his legs, and the clothes on his shoulders were soaked in blood.

"There's no need for this." His brother pointed forward, "These... guys have already completed the task for us."

They saw some weird things coming out of the building in front of them, some of which they seemed to have seen before - those nasty warlocks would summon these things to fight for them.

However, no one seems to be controlling these guys in front of them. They are irrational, and their fangs and claws still have blood stains from the orcs who entered the temple.

These guys rushed to the beach one after another and launched a frantic attack on the orcs in front of them.

They gnaw at the bodies of their victims like hungry beasts.

Some orcs were stunned by the appearance of these monsters, but others immediately fought back.

They eventually destroyed the creatures, but at the cost of many orc lives.

These guys came from this building.

Although he is just a warrior, Reid can feel a trace of magic coming from the depths of the ruined temple in front of him. This power is very powerful, but evil beyond imagination.

It is full of hatred and is directed at any creature that exists in the world.

Only monsters can survive this kind of power.

According to the various howls coming from the temple, it seems that there are more such monsters entrenched in it.

No matter what the considerations were, Reid felt that there was no need to go deeper into the temple, otherwise all their men would probably be trapped inside.

Suddenly, the place beneath their feet began to shake, a loud noise came from the entrance of the temple, and a deep sound like laughter came from the depths of the temple.

320 This breath rushed out from the building, accompanied by a stench and a smell of corruption, and there were some other things mixed in.

This made Red and Maim tremble.

Although he couldn't see anything in the temple, he was sure that something evil was pouring out of this incredible place.

Finally, there was a loud rumbling sound in the temple, which seemed to be an explosion of huge amounts. The shock caused by the explosion not only caused the orcs to fall to the ground, but also stirred up waves.

The explosion was over quickly.

But the sound continued, the ground continued to tremble, the rocks beneath their feet began to crumble, and the entire island seemed to be splitting apart.

"Gul'dan is no longer a threat." The explosion finally ended, and Red got up from the ground.

He was convinced that his words were true.

Such terrible upheaval had taken place in the temple that no matter what Gul'dan hoped to find here, he would only find his own death.

"So, what should we do now?" Maim suddenly asked when they turned around and turned their backs to the temple.

"Let's go back to Doomhammer," Red told him. "We still have a battle to fight. At least now we no longer have to worry about traitors disrupting our strength. If anyone else dares to do this, we will let him have a taste of it." The two brothers walked towards the shore, their boat Waiting there. .