Wild roars resounded through the dead Karazhan, and a huge black shadow quickly moved back and forth in the ruins, like a lone wolf foraging for food. He waved the sharp claws in his hands, and every time the figure jumped,
It will bring a touch of hot blood.
Most of the orcs who followed Ner'zhul were wolf cavalry from the Thunder King Clan. They needed wolf mounts to exert their strongest combat effectiveness. As infantry, they were no stronger than other clans.
But Ner'zhul and Fenris had already broken into Karazhan, and they needed to stop these ragtag ghosts here, so the orc warriors died for their world.
But soon, they discovered that this mob was not easy to deal with, such as the monster in front of them!
He has a human body shape, but is taller than an orc. He wears a blue shirt, but his whole body is covered with gray mane. The tops of his ten fingers are sharp claws like daggers, and his legs are recurved.
Every bounce gives him an advantage on the battlefield, and the wolf-like head on his neck makes the orcs feel weird and frightened.
This is a werewolf... a monster that only appears in myths and legends.
"For Medivh! For Karazhan! For the glory of the master!"
The werewolf's eyes were red, and he had obviously fallen into some kind of crazy desire to kill. He screamed and roared, and wantonly set off a violent storm of blood among the orcs who were restrained by other ghosts. Soon, Kara
The most powerful werewolf in Zanzhong was no longer satisfied with killing these ordinary orcs. It jumped down from the broken platform on the second floor, and its interlocking claws sliced open the necks of the two orcs blocking the road in front of it.
It squatted on the ground, stuck out its tongue, licked the blood on its paws, and set its sights on the Draenei death knight who was killing ghosts with his hammer. It could easily tell that this female death knight was
, is the leader of these orcs.
"Shua"
The werewolf figure jumped up from the ground and clawed hard at Yrel's back.
"Hahaha! I am the big bad wolf! Run! Little girl, run quickly!"
He laughed wildly and waved his claws, as if he had already seen the tall Draenei's head being dismembered, but when he got close to Yrel, the death energy wrapped around the death knight's body exploded.
The cold frost wrapped around Yrel's body like a storm, and the solid snowflakes and hoarfrost instantly covered the surface of the werewolf's body, distorting his attack movements.
"Zap! Get out!"
Yrel's hooves were raised high, hitting the ground beneath her feet like cannonballs. The broken stones were crushed to pieces at this moment, and the shock wave caused pushed back the ghosts who besieged her several steps.
, taking this opportunity, Yrel held the war hammer with both hands, and she let out a hoarse war cry. The moment she turned her body back, the huge force brought by her arms, in the shining of blood runes, fiercely smashed it.
The war hammer hit the chest of the werewolf who was trying to sneak attack.
"boom"
The werewolf flew back at an even faster speed. Even with his unusual physique, after suffering this violent blow, his sternum shook abnormally, and he was almost slammed into the broken stone wall behind him.
, this blow that gathered the energy of death completely defeated the werewolf's defense. His hot blood bursting in the air was absorbed by the shining runes on the war hammer, forming a blood-colored shield on the surface of Yrel's body.
"Does such a bastard want to defeat me?"
The draenei mocked mercilessly. She didn't even look back at the unconscious wolf. She turned around and swung her warhammer, smashing away the long sword chopped off by the approaching ghost hunter Atumen. In the shadow behind her,
Moros' figure appeared silently, and the two daggers in his hands stabbed Yrel's neck, one on the left and the other on the right. The ruthlessness did not look like that of a guy who was fighting for the first time.
Obviously, while Medivh's butler is able to skillfully manage things in Karazhan, he is also very skilled.
"clang"
The staggered daggers were blocked by Yrel's waving tail. The sharp, poisonous blade struck the triangular cone protection of the tail. Sparks flew everywhere, making the sneak attack meaningless, but Moros
Without retreating, he flipped his wrist and stubbornly stabbed Yrel's body with the dagger in his hand, ignoring the sharp tail that was stabbing his body.
"Come on, Midnight! Let's beat this rabble to pieces!"
In front of the death knight, the silent hunter Atumen shouted loudly. He rode on a tall armored horse and rammed into the flanked Yrel like a knight.
"die!"
"clang"
When Moros' fatal blow landed on Yrel's side, it was easily deflected by a sudden appearance of a thorn blade wheel. At the moment when Moros was stunned, three emerald green daggers appeared from the shadows, like
It pierced into his chest like a sharp arrow, and the impact pushed Moros's body away. He fell to the ground, and the knife wheel fell from the sky like a shadow, almost grazing Moros's rotten cheek and slashing into it.
Among the stones.
"Hehehe, there really are two brushes."
A burst of laughter like silver bells sounded in the chaotic battlefield, which made people's hair stand on end. Moros, who had escaped from death, grabbed the dagger and jumped up quickly. Three daggers were still inserted into his chest, but he was also a human being.
Dead people, heart injuries are not fatal.
In front of the assassin butler, the figure of the Blood Watcher shredded the shadows. The bright red armor smeared like blood, the bright red blade cloak, and the cold eyes under the strange owl helmet all made Moros tighten his grip on the weapon.
He felt mortally threatened.
"Are you an intruder too?"
As soon as Moros finished speaking, the watchman in front of him disappeared. He turned around almost subconsciously, holding the daggers in front of him.
"Keng"
Sparks flew everywhere, and the sharp blade shining from behind was less than half a finger away from his neck. If Moros was still alive, he would have been sweating profusely at this time.
"哐"
On the other side, facing the rampaging Atumen's crazy charge, Yrel threw down her war hammer. She gritted her teeth and raised her hands. The powerful strength of the draenei and their bodies soaked by the huge power of death, at this moment
She blocked the path of the charge of the war horse without dodging, and the death knight's arm suffered a heavy blow. The stones under her feet quickly shattered backwards, and the death knight's body was almost pushed back wildly by the war horse.
But Yrel was not defeated. On the contrary, the huge force coming from her body slowed down the charging speed of Atumen and his horses little by little. Until the moment when the horses could no longer maintain the power of the charge,
Yrel grabbed the neck of the tall death horse in front of her with both hands. Dark red energy burst out from around her body, and solid ice gathered on the death knight's body, giving her explosive power.
"I am the Knight of the Dark Blade!"
"Bang"
"I am the tyrant of Tyrion!"
"Bang"
"I am... Yrel!"
"哐"
In the last swing, the man and the horse merged into one in front of him. The Ghost Rider, who was more than 3 meters tall, was lifted from the ground forcibly. Amidst the frightened neighing of the death horse, the man and the horse were killed.
He was thrown to the ground hard, and the splashed dust swept around like a storm. Atumen, the most skilled death hunter in Karazhan, was thrown to pieces. He shook his head and tried to get up.
"Bang"
Yrel's cold hoofs stepped on the death hunter's chest, her broken gauntlets hooked, and the distant crystal warhammer quickly returned to her hands in the death grip. The cold-looking Draenei death knight held it with both hands.
War hammer, raise the weapon high, and then suddenly swing it down.
"Click"
Atumen's smashed head flew into the center of the battlefield amid the splatters of smelly and rotten blood. At the midnight roar of Atumen's favorite death horse, the horse stood up from the ground, and after the dust was splashed,
In the middle, a tall black shadow rides on the red war horse that originally belonged to Atumen.
The loser loses everything and the winner takes everything. This is the privilege of the winner!
The moment Yrel drove Midnight into the battlefield, the morale of the Karazhan resistance almost plummeted. Under the leadership of Yrel and the death knights, the orcs who suffered heavy casualties roared and counterattacked, and soon they
Disperse this group of ghosts who have lost their leader.
They screamed and fled into the ruins of Karazhan, representing the complete collapse of Karazhan's first level of resistance.
Seeing Yrel sweeping the battlefield with unquestionable strength, the assassin butler Moros realized that failure was imminent. When he could not escape, the blood watcher was like a cat teasing a mouse. Every time Moros wanted to
If you escape, you will be forced back to the battlefield by the fierce offensive. Both sides are like dancing a fatal dance, and the rhythm is firmly in the hands of the watcher.
"Hey, Tyrion's little pet is pretty good... It seems I can't play with it anymore, so the game... is over!"
The Blood Watcher waved his cloak, and the sharp blades inlaid on the cloak swept around like a storm of blades. In the storm of blades, Moros resisted with difficulty. At the moment when the storm of blades subsided, Moros' eyes widened.
In the middle, like the light of death that appeared from nowhere, the thorn blade that broke through the shadows passed by his neck.
"puff"
The headless corpse hit the ground full of corpses like fallen timber. The smoothly cut head rotated several times in the air and hit the battlefield, just in time with the flattened head of hunter Atumen.
Collide together.
"I don't remember Mr. Tyrion saying that you would join the battlefield..."
Yrel, who was riding on the midnight saddle of the war horse, was condescending and looked at the Blood Watcher who was leaning on the pillar and trimming his nails with Moros' dagger with an unfriendly expression. The Draenei death knight's straight nose moved, and she used
The hoarse voice said:
"What on earth are you doing here?"
Faced with this undisguised hostility, Nasa flicked her fingers and said lazily:
"I just stopped by to see Tyrion's little pet on the battlefield for the first time, to see if you would be so frightened that your whole body would tremble."
The adjective "little pet" made the dark red light in Yrel's eyes jump, and she asked disdainfully:
"Do you see it now?"
"Well, barely, it's not bad. You've lived up to Tyrion's regard for you."
Nasa straightened up, stretched out exaggeratedly, put on the blood-red gauntlets again, and then changed the topic:
"I lied to you... Look, of course I came to perform a mission. You see, Tyrion gave me a secret mission, but he didn't tell you, Yrel, you are obviously not trustworthy in his heart.
He is guarding against you, listen to me...loyalty is a good thing, but sometimes you need to use your brain."
"Stop your despicable ways of sowing discord, Nasa, Mr. Tyrion trusts me more than ten times more than you do!"
Yrel dismounted and threw the reins to the death knight behind her. She carried the war hammer and strode into the entrance to the depths of Karazhan. As she passed by Nasa, Yrel suddenly lowered her voice:
"That night, your hoarse begging for mercy was heard by many people... How was it? It must feel good to be punished, right?"
"Shut up!"
After the scandal was exposed, Nasa's voice became colder, her fingers bounced on the handle of the knife wheel, and the eyes under the owl helmet also became cold, but Yrel was not frightened.
She realized that she had all the emotions, and death made her stronger. She blinked her eyes and said in a cold voice:
"You are a poor mouse who can only hide in the dark and peek at others. Everyone hates you. Samaro has asked me to kill you more than once... But after all, you are Mr. Tyrion's shadow, and in your case
In the invisible shadow, Ms. Lumi's arrow is always pointing at your head... You see, she has been displeased with you for a long time."
Like an old friend, Yrel stretched out her hand and patted Nasa's shoulder. She whispered in Nasa's ear:
"Oh, do you still think you are free? Don't be stupid. If Mr. Tyrion hadn't protected you, Nasa, your bad character would have led to your death, at least three times!"
As he spoke, Yrel suddenly stretched out his cold little tongue and licked the unhealed wound on Nasa's neck with malice. This action made the Blood Watcher's body freeze in place.
"Don't take your life for granted, and don't think that the Dark Blade Knights can't live without you. Look at you, you are throwing a tantrum like a childish child! I am not threatening you, but I want to tell you Tyrion
Things that sir won’t tell you... For us, loyalty is either absolute or absolutely disloyal!”
"Failure is okay, but betrayal is unforgivable! I don't want the whole world to hunt you down one day, Watcher of the Dark Blade, so take care of yourself!"
