The Burning Steppes originated from a disaster 300 years ago.
It was at the end of the War of the Three Hammers. Facing the two major clans, the Bronzebeard and the Wildhammer, who had joined forces, the Dark Iron dwarves living in the Redridge Mountains were retreating steadily. The ruler of the clan at the time, the old Prince Thaurissan, used
An evil altar summoned a monster, and he tried to use this method to reverse the defeat. Unfortunately, old Thaurissan was not very lucky. What he summoned was the most violent and depraved king of the four elements, the fire element.
What appeared in the arrogant flames of Saffron was the illusion of Ragnaros, the Lord of Fire.
Although it was just an illusion of power, the terrifying power possessed by the Lord of Elements was still transmitted to the world of Azeroth through the altar, tearing Redridge, the largest mountain range in the Kingdom of Stormwind, in half, and the roaring volcano in Ragnaros.
It rose up with domineering roar, and the original forests and plains were submerged by the scorching magma, and all life was swallowed up.
When everything was over, the Burning Plains appeared, and the old leader of the Dark Iron Dwarves died as a result. His reckless behavior made the Dark Iron Dwarves enslaved by the Lord of Fire. Until now, the curse of enslavement has been engraved on the Black
In the bones of the iron dwarves, they can no longer be free.
Even after 300 years of vicissitudes, this land is still haunted by ashes and despair.
Tyrion sat cross-legged in the northwest corner of the Blackstone Mountain that had completely disappeared, reaching out to tease the ghost owl on his shoulder. He held three rough stones in his other hand, which seemed to be picked up casually to play with.
The Altar of Storms and the mountain peaks that once stood here have been sprayed into a crater sunken into the ground by Malygos's magical breath. This place is just behind the Blackrock Tower. The orc scouts are now blocked in Blackrock Mountain from two sides and cannot get out.
, and before the orcs in Blackrock Tower are dealt with, the alliance's scouts will not be able to get here.
This is a perfect hiding place. The restless magic here can also cover up the unconcealed necromantic energy of the Dark Blade Knights. But unfortunately, when Tyrion came to this crater, he found Talon Blood.
The demon's body was broken into powder, but his soul could not be found.
That cunning warlock must have escaped from his shell in some way.
"There's something going on in Blackrock Tower!"
A hoarse voice sounded behind Tyrion, and the death knight did not look back. The moon claw that landed on his arm hooted, flapped its wings and landed on the shoulder of the watcher behind, and kissed the cold owl intimately.
helmet.
This is Nassa, the Blood Watcher of the Dark Blade Knights who is currently responsible for investigation. She and her three sisters still maintain their previous costumes, but the dark green cloak and armor are dyed dark red. This is not Tai
Ryan's bad taste was something they did themselves, probably due to a change in mentality.
Nasa opened her hand, and she fed the broken soul stone to Moon Claw. After the owl flapped its wings and flew away, Nasa continued:
"Humanity opened the portal and sent a group of assassins into the Blackstone Tower. They are destroying the orcs' supplies. In this way, the human commander is forcing the orcs to leave the fortress for a decisive battle."
Tyrion nodded, moved his nose slightly, and whispered:
"It seems that I have given you too much freedom, and the smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger. Nasa, if you continue like this, you will destroy yourself."
"So what?"
The Watcher stood behind Tyrion with her hands on her hips. She no longer had the ascetic temperament she once had. Although she was wearing the same style of armor, she was now simply the same antagonistic creature as before.
"I no longer need to suppress myself. You told me this, Tyrion! You told me personally that I am free... Do you want to restrict me with rules and regulations now?"
"Uh...no!"
The Death Knight stood up and patted the dust on his body. He glanced at the Blood Watcher behind him and said softly:
"You can do whatever you like. If this makes you feel happy, you can rush into the human camp and draw blood like crazy right now. I can pretend I didn't see it...but!"
Tyrion put his fingers on Nassa's shoulders. The watcher subconsciously wanted to move away, but at this moment, his body was taken over by Sarain's instinct. Like a well-behaved cat, Tyrion let Tyrion do it.
Cold fingers touched her neck, causing goosebumps to rise on her neck.
"But remember, Nasa, you are a member of the Dark Blade Knights. If your body is destroyed because of the desire for blood, I will not hesitate to pull out your soul and pour it into another innocent elf.
In the body... you know that I can do it, and you also know that the rules of the living cannot control the dead, and I won't care about it. I don't think you want us to come to this point, right?"
If she could, Nasa wished she could swing the knife wheel right now and chop off the head of the guy in front of her, but she couldn't do it. After more than ten seconds of silence, Nasa nodded in humiliation.
"Good! Girl...that's it."
Tyrion whispered:
"I am a person who is very afraid of trouble, so take care of yourself and your sisters, just like Ms. Maiev took care of you, and try not to make things difficult for me."
Tyrion turned around and waved:
"Go ahead and tell Grokush to prepare the undead dragon. When Lothar is about to die, we will descend from the sky and rescue him. I hope Mr. Medivh will not let go. You see, it's really hard to cooperate with a group of people with ulterior motives.
trouble!"
Nasa turned around and was about to leave, but she hesitated. After a few seconds, she said in a hoarse voice:
"Perhaps I should tell you that a lady named Windrunner is in this army."
"kindness?"
The death knight narrowed his eyes and shook his head:
"Go and do your thing."
The Blood Watcher disappeared like a shadow into this magical crater. The Death Knight moved his fingers. He clenched his fist, then unclenched it, and finally clenched it again.
"Do women all like to meddle in other people's business?"
On the other side, just as the death knights were preparing for the "airborne rescue", in the Blackstone Tower, the last fortress of the orcs, heavily armed orc warriors were nervously searching every dark alley in this mountain city.
The magical fluctuations of the mages' teleportation spells could not be hidden from the tribe's shamans. The moment the teleportation fluctuations occurred, the orcs of the Burning Blade Clan and the Blackstone Clan were mobilized with little need for orders from the warchief.
Although the chiefs of various clans usually have conflicts, in this desperate situation, everyone knows that if they don't unite, they will be dead.
The first batch of infiltrated assassins were quickly discovered. They threw out the incendiary bombs specially prepared for this operation. In an instant, the road leading to the Blackrock Tower tribe's warehouse was completely covered in flames.
"Let's go!"
A human assassin was hit in the abdomen by a flying ax flying out of the flames. He fell to the ground covered in blood. This guy was blind in one eye, and the remaining eyes were filled with fear and burning.
Full of hatred, he held two green high-explosive bombs tightly in his hands. He turned around and yelled crazily at the brothers who still wanted to rescue him:
"Let's go! Go and burn their food!"
"I can't live anymore...I don't want to live anymore! I'm going to spend time with my wife and children. If you are a brother, please help me kill more greenskins!"
A trace of sadness flashed in the eyes of the leading assassin captain. He gritted his teeth and waved his hand. Four assassins followed him and rushed forward quickly. The blind assassin huddled in the flames, feeling the pain of his clothes and skin being ignited.
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He heard the violent roars of those orcs, and in the blazing flames in front of him, he seemed to see his gentle wife and smart son. He was just a small farmer in Elwynn Forest, and his life was nothing.
It was a good life, but at least he had his family with him, but the orcs burned down his farm and burned his family alive in the house.
That kind of bone-gnawing hatred has swallowed him up. He has lived until now just for this moment.
"Get all you bastards out of this world!"
The orc shaman broke through the flames and watched the bloodthirsty orcs rushing towards him. The dying assassin's burned face showed the most satisfied smile, but in that terrifying face, he looked so ferocious.
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"This is a return gift from MI7! Miscellaneous!"
"boom"
The high-explosives made by the dwarf engineer Ella produced a terrible explosion in this closed passage. The all-devouring flames rolled up the surrounding solid rocks like a dragon. Amidst the debris and flames, the explosives were burned red.
The iron nails became a roaring nightmare. Two orcs were killed on the spot, and the shaman hiding at the back was also pierced through the chest by the flying iron nails.
There may be no such thing as retribution in this world, but when the orcs slaughtered humans, they might have been prepared to endure the cruelest revenge.
"Boom boom boom"
Big explosions that also aroused hatred occurred one after another in the passages of Blackrock Tower at this time. The warchief had been alerted. He led the Kor'kron Guards to rush to the warehouse where the orcs stored war supplies. Everything in the way, whether it was humans,
Orcs, they were all brutally chopped down. Orgrim knew better than anyone else the consequences of these supplies being burned.
Soon, he appeared in front of the intact warehouse, but before the chief could show a smile, a human figure jumped out from the shadows. He was wearing black leather armor and a dagger on his waist.
Wearing a black mask, his body was covered in blood, and he had terrible wounds. However, this human assassin had a strong body and looked like a warrior.
He looked directly at Orgrim in front of him with his gray eyes. The warchief was also looking at him, and his instinct told Orgrim that he should have seen the human before him.
"Elton, Captain of His Majesty's Royal Guards."
The elite Kor'kron guards roared and pounced on the human in front of them. He did not dodge or evade. In the last moments of his life, this weird assassin introduced himself and the purpose of his coming here in a hoarse voice.
"The despicable assassination caused me to lose my allegiance to His Majesty. I betrayed my honor and saved my life just for this moment!"
"Orgrim! The last hope of the tribe, your last hope...I'm sorry, I took it away!"
"boom"
The Kor'kron warrior's sharp ax cut into the body of Captain Elton. At the moment blood spattered, the high-explosive bomb in the captain's hand exploded, and the bomb had been planted by the assassins in the orc military supply warehouse.
The incendiary bombs were continuously ignited. This number of serial explosions completely destroyed the tower where the orcs were hiding their war supplies in just an instant.
In the scorching flames, the eyes of the intact chief protected by the shaman's spell were dull. His tall body shook when he saw the explosion in front of him throwing the remaining stones of the tower into the magma dozens of meters below.
one time.
He knew very well that in this case, humans would inevitably counterattack, and war supplies were an important guarantee for whether the tribe could persist until reinforcements arrived. He deployed the strongest orc warriors here, but he still underestimated these because of the tribe's invasion.
And human beings, who have lost everything, underestimate their madness.
"Open the door..."
Orgrim murmured to himself, and the Kor'kron guard beside him was stunned for a moment. The next moment, the warchief turned over and grabbed his collar. The expression on his broad face was completely distorted, like a head of lust.
Like a wild beast that chooses people to devour.
"I said it! Open the door! Fight to the death with the Alliance Dog! Today!"
On the other side, the mages' portal opened again, and Shaw, covered in blood, fell to the ground. Marshal Lothar stepped forward and helped up the new leader of MI7, who held on tightly.
Holding the marshal's wrist, he looked like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, and he said in a deep voice:
"The time for the decisive battle has arrived, Marshal... Orgrim has no way to retreat! Mission accomplished..."
"Next, it's time...it's time for the soldiers to go on stage!"
Before he finished speaking, Shore's face tightened, and the wound on his abdomen burst open again. Amidst the marshal's roar, he turned around and saw that the 1,500 assassins who followed him into the Black Rock Tower only came back.
300 people, this terrible loss made Shore convulse as if his heart was torn apart.
But he must do it... use a noble sacrifice to win victory for the Alliance, pave the way for the reconstruction of the Kingdom of Stormwind, and let MI7, whose bones have been broken by the orcs, regain the soul of the assassin!
And did the assassins win?
Of course they won!
They used their crazy sacrifices to push Orgrim and his tribe into a real desperate situation... This is the power of hatred, this is the power of crazy assassins, the power that can reverse the war and seal fate!
You see, even a rabbit with red eyes can bite, and... it hurts!
