"It's so disappointing. My new master is such a cruel man."
Nasa held Tyrion's waist in a very ambiguous manner. The Blood Watcher did not wear the heavy armor. She only wore a red dress and rode the same war horse as the Death Knight.
She opened her eyes and gently touched Tyrion's cheek with her fingers. With a trace of ill-disguised malice, she whispered:
"You just rejected Miss Windrunner's offer to stay so neatly. Let's take a guess. If you had kept her at that time, maybe she would have left everything behind and followed you around the world... What an infatuated girl."
"I'm already dead."
Tyrion said casually: "What she wants, I don't have it here. The whole world wants to kill me. I am not qualified and have no time to think about "for someone". I always focus on
On things that have nothing to do with survival...I might die again, that's it."
"A man like you is really good at lying!"
Nasa's fingers slid on the armor on Tyrion's chest, and her voice became deeper:
"Your life and mine are connected by the cursed blood of Sarain. You can't lie to me. Every time you see her, your emotions will become very strange. She is very important to you, and I think,
Maybe she doesn’t value these life and death things.”
"Women are always slaves to their emotions..."
After saying this, Nasa seemed to have thought of something. She suddenly fell silent. When the war horse stepped into the mountain pass of the black swamp, the blood watcher in a long skirt jumped off the war horse.
Without saying a word, he disappeared into the air.
Tyrion has become accustomed to Nasa's neurotic behavior. The blood of Sarain may not be able to change her mind, but it has begun to affect her behavior and character. In the confrontation between her desire for blood and her will, she behaves crazy.
Some are not incomprehensible.
Riding on the war horse, Tyrion stared straight ahead. This place was called Dark Swamp. It was originally a barren land at the southernmost tip of the continent, an uninhabited swamp. But at this time, the swamp that had been erected here for 7 years
Under the influence of the Dark Portal, two-thirds of the swamp that was originally full of mire and had a bad climate has been destroyed. What you see is a dark red barren land with not even a tree in sight.
In this dark scene, the death knight pulled up the reins, and the skeleton horse raised its hooves and rushed into this barren land.
And in the dim distance, in the valley surrounded by mountains, strange thunder and lightning struck from the sky, rendering the valley like a dark entrance to hell.
That is where the Dark Door is. Outside that door, there is a new world.
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In the Burning Plains, the seven-year war between the Alliance and the Horde has come to an end. This night's fierce battle is like a sacrifice of flesh and blood, and it is about to give birth to the final winner.
"Come on! Rush in!"
Reginald Windsor, the general of the Kingdom of Stormwind, used the long sword in his hand to chop down the orcs who turned and fled in front of him. Behind the blood-covered bodies were the Alliance soldiers who rushed up the ramp of the Blackrock Tower. These survived the war.
The warriors who came down were already full of courage, but in front of them, the once violent and invincible orcs lost their souls and abandoned their armor.
They crowded together like driven goats, wailing and roaring, trying to rush into the passage of Blackstone Tower, but in their desperate eyes, at the end of the road, the heavy door was slowing down.
Close slowly.
"Close it! Maimu! Damn it, close it quickly! We will be sent to hell by these broken soldiers!"
Red Blackhand waved the red war blade, and slashed the defeated soldiers in front of him to death. Behind him, Maimu Blackhand looked at the compatriots who were driven away by the human soldiers with a sad face. They had completely lost their lives.
He had the courage to fight and was running towards the last refuge.
"Chief, maybe we can save them..."
The Blackstone orc soldier beside Red grabbed the chief's arm and shouted:
"Let's rush in and maybe we can disperse those Alliance dogs!"
"Don't be stupid!"
With red eyes, Red shouted to the Blackstone orcs beside him: "Orgrim has failed. These defeated troops will scatter us. They will only open a passage for the Alliance dogs to enter the Blackstone Tower!"
"idiot!"
"puff"
Another fleeing orc who had no choice in the road was hacked to death by Red, who roared and kicked another fleeing soldier away:
"Think about your family! They are all in Blackrock Tower. If the Alliance rushes in, the Blackstone clan will be finished!"
"Close the door! Maimu!"
Hearing his brother's roar, Maim Blackhand raised his head again. Behind the orcs' rout, the human soldiers roared, holding battle flags, like an invincible torrent.
Maimu felt a shudder, a fear that made him ashamed. Finally, the Blackstone Warlord shook his hand.
"Close the door!"
"Rumble"
Amidst the noise of internal chains and mechanisms, Red Blackhand led the Blackstone orcs back to the entrance of the Blackstone Tower. Seeing that the heavy door was about to close, the fleeing orcs let out earth-shattering howls, and they aimed their weapons at
The compatriots in front were crowded, and under the threat of death, these orcs went completely crazy.
They killed each other just to open a way to a safe zone. Their ferocity and cruelty shocked the Alliance soldiers following them.
"Oh my god..."
A colonel who was following General Windsor subconsciously put down his sword and shield. He looked at the orcs who were killing each other and whispered:
"This is crazy..."
"No! No! Don't leave us!"
An orc covered in blood fell in front of the Blackstone Tower gate, which left only a gap. He clasped his fingers on the ground and crawled toward the door in front of him little by little. Reid watched the compatriot crawling on the ground.
He moved and saw the shocking blood stains under his body. For a moment, Red even wanted to rush out desperately, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and turned around.
"Bang"
The heavy black door was closed behind him, as if cutting the world apart. Outside the door was the hell of the defeated tribes, and inside the door, it was quiet, although the roars and roars of the orcs outside the door could still be heard.
There was a scream, but Red tried his best to calm down. He raised his head and saw his brother with red eyes. He said softly:
"The Horde...Orgrim's Horde is finished."
On the plain less than 2,000 yards away from the Blackstone Tower, Warchief Orgrim, who was surrounded by a dozen human warriors, swung a hammer and knocked back the approaching sword. He gasped for breath.
, looked back at the Black Stone Tower with the door closed, and the bitterest smile appeared on his blood-stained face.
Behind him were the Fire Blade Sword Master Old Dahl, who was holding a sword in both hands, and the few remaining orc warriors. This Sword Master was naked and his body was covered with scars. He was panting. Between him and Orgrim
At his feet, the corpses of Kor'kron guarding the warchief and the most powerful sword masters of the Burning Blade clan have filled the battlefield.
There were also more corpses of human knights, war horses, and war wolves. The blood almost dyed the dark red earth red under the sunlight.
"Orgrim, you're done!"
Admiral Dai Lin stretched out his hand to wipe the blood on his face. He smiled ferociously, dragging his sword and rushed towards the surrounded orc chief. Beside him were the great knights Uther, Tirion Fordring and Rodan.
Alexandro Mograine, the great lord of Lun, the strongest warriors and paladins in the human world gathered together to "send off" the chief of the tribe.
Outside this small surrounded battlefield, the alliance's victory was already within reach. The knights and infantry defeated the orcs who were still resisting one by one, and they were mostly fighting each other in desperate situations. At this time, the alliance
The numerical advantage was almost infinitely magnified. Many orcs roared and wanted to rush into the battlefield to rescue their chief, but they were firmly blocked from the battle circle by the alliance soldiers.
"Bang"
The heavy sword that Dai Lin chopped down was blocked by Orgrim's war hammer. The collision of the weapons caused sparks to fly. The exhausted warchief was beaten back several steps. Many gaps were cut in the black plate armor on his body.
, his hair was disheveled, his face was covered in blood, he was extremely embarrassed, and he was at the end of his rope.
The defeat of the tribe made Orgrim extremely painful. He was determined to die on the battlefield like a real orc chief. He roared and clenched his warhammer, and fought with Dailin who rushed forward again.
"I am Orgrim! The warchief of the tribe! Maybe I will die here...but you! You will be buried with me...!"
"Keng"
Dailin's heavy sword was knocked out by Orgrim. The two knights guarding Dailin immediately stepped forward to protect Dailin. The exhausted orc warriors also started to fight under the leadership of Orgrim.
A desperate counterattack.
But seeing the great knights also rushing towards the battlefield, the old sword master of the Fire Blade roared, jumped in front of Orgrim, and the ancient inscription of Sankesu, the flaming blade in his hand, was lit up, and the straight blade slashed the sword.
Above it, there were raging flames, and in the old sword master's desperate attack, the sharp long sword almost swung into a ferocious blade storm on the spot.
"Take the warchief away!"
The old sword master pushed Orgrim back and shouted to the orcs beside him: "He doesn't deserve to die here! I will stop them! Take him away!"
Before he finished speaking, the great knight Uther rushed into the sword storm. The strong holy light formed a solid shield to withstand the deadly sword. He waved the war hammer in his hand. With the blessing of the holy light, the radiant war hammer
It hit the old sword master's body hard, destroying Dar's offensive. Dai Lin took a step forward, and the sharp sword blade pierced the old sword master's chest from behind.
"puff"
Blood dripped down the blade of the sword. This fatal pain drove Dar completely crazy. He punched Dai Lin in the chest, knocking the general to the ground. He held the sword with both hands and withstood the paladin's attack.
, slashing wildly on Uther's armor.
"Bang"
Uther's holy light shield was chopped into pieces. In the flying golden light feathers, the desperate Juggernaut's attacks became more and more fierce, forcing the Paladin to retreat. Behind him, Tirion Fordring had no time to attack.
He rushed forward, and while shouting, he swung his war hammer and hit Dar's heart, completely destroying the last remaining consciousness of the sword master.
"Dahl! No! Dahl!"
The warchief, who was forcibly dragged away from the battlefield by the orc soldiers, saw the scene of the Burning Blade Sword Master falling. His heart felt like a knife was twisting. He roared and wanted to rush into the battlefield again, but was suppressed by the soldiers and could not
One hopes that the great chief will die here, even after experiencing such a tragic defeat.
"Let me go! I order you! Let me go, don't let me become a coward!"
"You are a warrior, orc, but enough is enough! You have failed!"
Fording looked at the orc sword master in front of him. The dying sword master was half-kneeling on the ground, with a sword stuck in his body, but he leaned on his body with his straight-edged sword and looked at the alliance general in front of him fiercely.
them.
"The Horde will not fail! Your victory is only temporary!"
"Leave him alone! Go and capture Orgrim!"
The paladin lord Mograine waved down the sharp blade in his hand, and the paladins behind him followed him towards the orc chief who broke through, but the orcs who were still struggling along the way desperately blocked them. On the battlefield that finally collapsed, Orc
Grim was protected by those loyal warriors and was about to rush into the defeated orcs' ranks.
"The Holy Light gives me power!"
A loud roar sounded on the chaotic battlefield, followed by light rising into the sky. The orc warriors who dragged Orgrim to break through subconsciously narrowed their eyes, only to be mixed up with the holy light.
The sharp blade cut open his body. Orgrim wanted to fight back, but was hit in the neck by a heavy fist wrapped in iron armor.
His body shook, and he swung the warhammer in his hand, smashing the sword in front of him. He roared like a wild beast and fought off the infantrymen surrounding him. However, while dodging, he was stabbed from behind again.
The dagger he drew grazed his arm, and the paralyzing toxin rushed into the chief's blood vessels, soon making his whole body tremble and tremble.
The sharp weapons cut through his skin, making him even weaker. In the cheers of the Alliance soldiers, the beast-like chief finally fell to their weapons.
"Bang"
Orgrim struggled to get up, but was quickly knocked down to the ground again. He held on to his Doomhammer tightly, but the vision in front of him began to blur. As the world spun and the earth spun, he saw in a trance.
When he came around, the Alliance soldiers, who had tightened their weapons and pressed forward, looked at him with hatred.
There are also those orcs who fell at the feet of these soldiers, those eyes that have lost their luster, and those corpses.
That was a witness to his and the tribe's failure... At the moment when darkness completely fell, Orgrim roared, as if it was his last struggle.
