"There will be killings, there will be bloodshed, there will be heads, everything will come."
"Not enough, far from enough. The God of Death is not satisfied with the progress you have made now. You have killed many people, but there are still many people with valuable heads."
"Yes, there are still many people alive."
Dranosh rarely agreed with the Death Demon:
"So we will set off soon, go there and harvest everything, including the whole world."
"That's it, that's right."
The Death Demon roared: "The head of the human commander is mine!"
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"Very good, then I will leave the commander-in-chief of the three tribes coalition forces to you, Gross. I hope you will not fail."
Dranosh nodded, it stood up and stepped off the throne:
"His skull is yours, and his skin and flesh are mine. I will pluck his skin and that of the Elven Queen, and hang them on my armor."
“It’s a deal!”
“It’s a deal!”
The devil of death was satisfied, and Delanoche felt funny in his heart.
If it is a servant of another god, this kind of contract has almost no credibility.
But the God of Death is different. The God of Death pays most attention to honor and equal exchange.
You kill for him, offer your skull, and show your glory. No matter who you are, the God of Death is never stingy with rewards.
However, from the moment the contract is signed, it means that the believer must continue to satisfy the God of Death's endless pursuit of blood and skulls until he is completely engulfed by hunger and thirst.
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"So, what happened."
It was then that Dranosh finally turned his attention to the members of the Kor'kron elite warriors.
"Two armies are rapidly approaching Storm Fortress." A member of the Kor'kron elite warriors reported:
"One of them seems to have a large number, estimated to be hundreds of thousands, and it also has some war machines that we can't understand at all."
"Human reinforcements, interesting." Dranosh ordered: "Let Korek Sun Eater's flying dragon army be dispatched."
"The main body of the three-tribe coalition is composed of humans, elves, and dwarves. The leader calls himself the Council of Incarnations, and the commanders are Groth, the ruler of the Shire, Galadriel, the queen of the high elves, and Kalida, the high king of the dwarves."
"Hey, everyone is here." Delanoche laughed, yes, this is my main stage, and everyone must be a footnote for this grand performance.
This is great, really great.
It can't wait.
Stepping out of the hall, the largest orc army in history was gathering under Dranosh, and it began to order its troops:
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The marshal-in-chief of the three armies of the orcs, the Kor'kron Legion of Dranosh's pro-arms and the 38 orc legions under his command, as well as the most elite flying dragon legion led by Kolie Sun-Eater.
Join the Demon Army:
Angras, the most powerful demon of death, and his three death legions.
The Chief Demon of Death, Kabanha, and his three Death Legions.
Vogaros, the first-order demon of Death, and his two Death Legions.
Join the Skaven Lords in battle:
Chief Grayclaw Grand Seer Chuanquillo.
Slot, the right paw (current leader) of the Mord clan, is the unclean one.
The right paw (current leader) of the Eshin clan is Snitch, the master of death.
There are a total of 143 legions, war teams, war groups, and rat groups under his command.
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The final battle is approaching, and all the orcs and servant legions are heading towards the Storm Fortress.
Dranosh stood on the high platform and looked at his army. It believed that everything would come to an end in the Storm Fortress.
everything.
Five days later, near Storm Fortress, in the Dracovald Forest above the Kansas grassland.
Incarnated as the Grand Marshal of the Parliament, Grand Duke Gros stood on his charr horse and looked at the orc army formation in the distance with a group of commanders.
Lightning pierced the sky, dark clouds condensed unnaturally over the Storm Fortress, and the faces of the orcs appeared vaguely in the changes in the clouds.
The colorful aurora illuminated the turbid black forest. From one end of the sight to the other, the orc army filled every corner of the field of vision.
There are so many of them that it is impossible to estimate their number. Only the Storm Fortress stands alone, like an isolated island in the vast ocean, barely occupying a small spot in the frenzied waves called ratmen and orcs.
"Now you know how many enemies we have?
Dranosh is indeed known as the strongest orc emperor. His army is as numerous as the sea. We people are really like the fine sand on the coast."
Grand Duke Gros smiled at the representatives of the Council of Incarnations.
"Everyone, please pass on my order to have your troops take their respective positions, and then come to the Chinese army's tent for the final military discussion!"
"The battle of Storm Fortress, no, the battle of the world, the final battle is approaching."
"Warriors! Fight for the world!"
"Grand Duke Gros, I am not questioning your military plan, but I think I must emphasize that we have no chance of winning if we fight like this."
At the military meeting of the Incarnate Parliament, Marshal Sarkozy, the commander-in-chief of the Cyril Empire, saw the military plan of Archduke Gross. He couldn't help but say:
"The quality and quantity of the orc army is much higher than ours. If we fight like this, we will only be overwhelmed by the number of the orc army."
"Yes, it is almost impossible to win if you fight like this."
The High Elf Queen also shook her head. She herself was a very good military strategist.
"Grand Duke Gros, we probably need a new plan." The Dwarf High King Kalida also disagreed: "We can't win if this continues."
The Incarnation Council fell into an awkward silence.
What were the military plans of the Archduke of Gros?
It was a five-front attack, attacking the orc army from four directions of the Storm Fortress at the same time.
To most people, this battle plan is really incomprehensible. Even if all the troops are included in the attack, the three-community coalition can only fight with more than 200,000 people.
Dranosh's army of annihilators alone numbered millions, not to mention part of the Skaven retinue.
Although the quality of the Skaven army is not very good, there are still 100,000 Skaven, including many elite troops from the Eshin clan and the Mord clan.
"We don't need to defeat all the orc armies."
Grand Duke Gros signaled everyone to stop temporarily and listen to what he said: "This war has only two goals. If we complete one of them, we will be able to win."
"First of all, according to the prophecy of the Lake Fairy Lilith, we all know that there is an instrument deep in the Kansas Mountains, which is a legacy of the ancient gods."
Archduke Gros pointed his finger at the mountains of Kansas:
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"If we can gather the incarnations of the eight winds and activate the instrument to close the world's northern portal, then without the blessing of the orc wind, the orc army will collapse without a fight."
"Or, there is a second option. As we all know, the anchor point of the orc army in the mortal world is Dranosh himself. If we can defeat Dranosh himself, then the orc army will also completely collapse."
"With two goals, we only need to complete one of them, and we will be able to win this war."
Archbishop Gross set the task: "But considering the strength of Dranosh himself and the strength of the orc army directly under his command, we still prioritize completing the first goal.
Colleagues, if you blindly defend the Storm Fortress, you will be breached sooner or later. The orcs now have powerful weapons to deal with solid city walls."
"Very good, now that's the question."
As for the dwarves, the Butcher King Agrim Iron Fist raised his hand:
"Why didn't you set off to the Kansas Mountains early to start the instrument? Or did you tell us dwarves in advance that we had to wait until this extreme?"
Everyone's eyes were focused on Agrim Ironfist, especially Grand Duke Groth, High Elf Queen Galadriel, High King Kalida and others, who looked at the Butcher King as if they were looking at sb.
Agrim Iron Fist suddenly realized that everyone seemed to be waiting for him, the incarnation of the flame wind, but he was still late. There were only six winds left. How to start the instrument?
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The Butcher King couldn't help but blush a little, coughed twice, and pretended that nothing happened.
"There are two other reasons. If we come to the Kansas Mountains in advance, one is that the logistics pressure is huge, and it is difficult to supply large armies with military supplies near the long supply lines for a long time.
The second is that once Dranosh learns the news, it will most likely give up concentrating on the Storm Fortress. Once the enemy's millions of troops are dispersed, it will be really difficult."
Grand Duke Gros made peace for the dwarves, and he continued: "As for the last incarnation of the wind of the beast, the oracle said it was Iros, my adopted son, but he has been missing for several years..."