From the hall at the top of Hellfire Fortress, you can see the Dark Gate standing at the end of the peninsula in the distance at a glance. The heavy dark green is like a spar dotted on this land.
It occupies an unparalleled position in its short history.
That was a turning point in the civilization of a race, and it almost became the end of the race.
The hall on the top floor of Hellfire Fortress is already in a mess. The power of elements is very thin in Hellfire Peninsula, but this does not affect the power of Ner'zhul's every attack. The thunder falling from the sky, the scorching active flames, and the ground shattering
A huge earthquake. If he hadn't taken into consideration that he was also in this fortress, I am afraid that the angry great shaman would have evoked the most terrifying earthquake and buried Tyrion directly in the ruins of Hellfire Fortress.
But even so, as a spellcaster, fighting a powerful death knight in close combat is not the right choice.
What's even more terrible is that on the edge of the broken wall behind him, bone-white claws have been clasped on it.
Ner'zhul looked back and saw that the nearly 40-meter-high wall of Hellfire Fortress was densely covered with awakened corpses. Under Apocalypse's death call, these dead bodies were infused with the most vicious thoughts.
They climbed the city wall crazily, and when Ner'zhul had no idea, they surrounded him in the hall on the top floor from both sides.
Those undead crawling out from under the ground of the Hellfire City Wall, those rickety skeletons who have gone through countless years, and those orcs who died tragically in the clan civil war, and more, those who were built by the orcs in the Dark City.
The draenei slaves who were enslaved to death when they opened the door.
"Did you see that?"
Tyrion's voice rang out in the messy hall. Ner'zhul turned around and could see more and more corpses standing behind Tyrion. The draenei were twisted and their wounds were covered with mud.
People, there is no emotion in their eyes, only eternal hatred.
Corpses awakened by death energy have no souls, but the emotions before death will torture them. The last remaining resentment will determine whether the corpse is gentle or manic. But unfortunately, death is never a happy thing, so it is
The awakened corpses are rarely gentle individuals.
They will only destroy everything with their instinctive roar.
The death knight has never been a profession that will fight you 1V1 fairly, and the walking undead army is not just a talk.
"boom"
Ner'zhul did not answer. He waved his left hand, and the lava fire that burst from the ground instantly swallowed up all the bones and skeletons at hand. The moment black smoke rose from the burning bones, it was like a signal to start a war.
, the undead gathered in the hall roared violently.
"Ouch!"
There is no reason, no emotion, no meaning, just the ultimate hatred for the living. Tyrion flicked his fingers, as if opening an invisible shackle, and the corpses standing there shook and staggered.
Moving forward, the next moment, the soul fire in the eyes of the undead from all directions became as red as blood.
The resentment and madness from the time of death dominated the dead body. They rushed towards the great shaman in front of them in the most instinctive manner, like the tide rolling from all directions, beating the great shaman's body, trying to
Bury him completely.
"roll!"
"Get away!"
Surrounded by the fragile undead, the great shaman roared angrily. The staff in his hand hit the ground hard, and the broken rocks under his feet rolled away again. Along with the roar of the elemental spirits, the ground beneath Ner'zhul's feet shook.
It was torn apart bit by bit, like ferocious teeth opening on the earth, swallowing up all the wandering undead.
"call"
The howling wind also turned around at this moment, converging into a black storm and wrapping around Ner'zhul's body. Any undead that came close seemed to be thrown into the tumbling blades, and those fragile skeletons were instantly destroyed.
Cut into pieces, or even chopped into pieces.
The combat effectiveness of a single undead is too low to even get close to the great shaman. He can even clear an entire area with just a wave of his hand. However, a steady stream of undead climb from the city wall to the top of the fortress, and the number becomes larger and larger.
More and more came, and under Tyrion's indifferent gaze, the great shaman's killing speed began to lag behind the increase in the undead.
The world of Draenor has been at war for 20 years. It is impossible to calculate how many corpses are buried under this fortress. If Ner'zhul planned to stage an undead show here, he would definitely be exhausted to death.
"Element, help me!"
Ner'zhul soon discovered Tyrion's sinister plan and started a war of attrition. He was definitely no match for the death knight in front of him. He had to disperse the growing number of undead before they turned into a worse trouble.
, completely defeating Tyrion.
"boom"
The thunder and lightning falling from the sky tore through the darkness, and the sky of the Hellfire Peninsula was lit up at this moment. It was like thousands of thunder spears piercing from the sky, gathering on the top floor of the entire Hellfire Fortress, killing the densely packed undead.
Instantly defeated at this moment.
There were broken bones everywhere, as well as the ashes of corpses burned by lightning. The surrounding air was filled with an unmistakable smell of burning. Ner'zhul's whole body was wrapped with tiny arcs of electricity, and it looked like the birth of thunder.
In general, he panted and grabbed the staff, and the jumping thunder and lightning gathered in his hand again.
There were crackling sounds in the air. In front of the great shaman, Tyrion's eyes did not change much. He seemed to be standing there passively being beaten, drawing out the power of the blasphemous demon seal and holding it up outside his body.
There is a dark green undead shield, and there are tiny arcs wrapped around the shield.
Obviously, the thunderstorm hit him just now, but failed to penetrate his armor.
"It's over!"
The invisible elemental power lingered around the great shaman's body, distorting the air. The arc in his hand became more and more brilliant, and the smell of burning in the air became thicker. Obviously, this brewing attack must be earth-shattering!
"Yes! It's time to end!"
Seeing that the largest thunderstorm was about to erupt, Tyrion nodded, stretched out his left hand's fingers, and at the moment when the electric light filled his field of vision, he lightly snapped his fingers, and all the corpses scattered around the great shaman turned into flesh and blood bombs.
, the bones that covered the whole floor exploded, like a fatal blow from both sides at the same time.
Tyrion's body was covered in dazzling thunder, while Ner'zhul's body was enveloped in a storm of flesh and blood.
The great shaman immediately realized that something was wrong. He summoned the strong wind to blow away the strange blood mist around him, but when the wind rose, the dazzling lightning net in front of him was torn open by fingers with broken gloves, and the death knight staggered.
Taking a step forward, the magic sword in his hand pointed at Ner'zhul.
"Blood, boiling!"
"Wow"
In the blood vessels infected by the blood disease, the great shaman didn't even have time to throw a healing spell on himself. One-third of the blood in his body boiled as if it had been boiled. The pain made his skinny cheeks turn...
It was so red that his internal organs felt as if they had been thrown into a pot and cooked, causing him to curl up subconsciously.
And this is just the beginning...
Tyrion's figure dragged the buzzing giant blade and approached quickly. The great shaman felt that a disaster was coming. He tried to retreat, but at his feet, the skeleton with only half of its body stretched out its claws and held it tightly.
Ner'zhul's ankle, the orc lowered his head and saw a dark red light blooming in the eyes of the gloomy white bones.
Its jaws shook, as if it was laughing in horror after death.
The cold blade cut through the earth shield that protected the body. The moment the sharp blade came into contact with the body, the old shaman could even hear the vicious whisper of the sword and its endless hunger, which made Ner'zhul tremble.
For a moment, and the next second, severe pain came.
"puff"
The blade effortlessly cut into flesh and blood, cutting off muscles and bones. As Ner'zhul groaned, something black rushed into the sky and hit the ground behind Tyrion with blood. It was the chopped off left arm.
, the fingers stained with blood were twitching.
"Pa"
The death knight's palm pressed on the wound of Ner'zhul's broken arm, his eyes turned bright red, and the blood flowing in the great shaman's body was forcibly drawn out like a blood snake, wrapping around the death knight's right arm,
Even in the severe pain of fainting, Ner'zhul still wanted to fight back.
The restless elements entangled, but the next moment, his body was thrown to the ground. What he saw was the cold magic blade against his forehead, and the death knight holding the magic blade. His eyes were warmer than this sharp blade.
It's even colder.
Tyrion stretched out his hand and extinguished the last flickering arc on his clothes. He looked at Ner'zhul, who looked unwilling, and whispered:
"You are too old, your time is over, you have lost!"
The battle between Tyrion and King Ner'zhul almost affected the entire Hellfire Fortress. While the great shaman called for the power of the elements, the walls and pillars of this giant fortress were swaying crazily, especially when he tore apart
On the top floor of the fortress, the action of throwing a huge number of undead into the interior of the fortress made the orcs stationed in the fortress encounter the dilemma of being attacked from both front and rear.
Yrel and Serent led two death legions, one on the left and one on the right, into the Hellfire Fortress from two entrances. Ordinary orc soldiers were no match for these elite knights, and the enemies they faced were
Not only did his killings not decrease, but they increased in number, and his fallen comrades quickly got up and turned on him with swords.
This kind of pressure was extremely terrifying, especially when even the escape routes were blocked. The isolated orcs in the fortress could only hold on for less than 20 minutes before collapsing.
And if they gather together, they are no match for the undead army. If they scatter and escape, they can only be found and killed by the undead that flood the entire fortress. The most unlucky ones will be torn into pieces by the violent corpses.
The fall of Hellfire Fortress was a fatal blow to the orcs lingering on the Hellfire Peninsula. In the orc fortress Sesgoli, not far from Hellfire Fortress, the orc warlord received the news of the collapse of the army.
The order to retreat was immediately issued.
Even the solid fortress has been breached. This simple fortress is no match for those undead!
But their escape ended the moment it began. The moment the orc warlord led the wolf cavalry out of the fortress, he saw in despair the death knell of the undead dragon, flapping its ashes wings, suspended in the night.
Under the huge figure of the undead dragon, Grokush stood in front of Thesgo Fortress, with his back turned to the orcs trying to escape.
Even if there is only one person, it is like a wall, blocking the orcs from escaping.
"Put down your weapons! You can save your lives!"
Grokush turned around and looked at the nervous orcs. The courage had undoubtedly flowed out of these orcs' bodies, losing the support of traditional glory. What was hidden in their seemingly powerful bodies was just
Each and every cowardly soul armed with violence.
You can only fight with the wind going smoothly. Once the war goes wrong, your mind will be shaken... Orgrim's defeat in Azeroth has proved this. For traditional orcs, fighting to the death without retreating is an honor.
Even when faced with a desperate situation, most orcs would choose to die in battle rather than turn around and run for their lives.
"If you resist, you will be killed without mercy!"
The hollow voice of the death knight reached the ears of every orc. This may be a strong threat, but if there is only one enemy in front, this threat seems to be meaningless.
The wolf cavalry looked at me and I looked at you. After a moment of silence, they decisively drew out their orc-style guillotine knives. Amid the howls of the wolves, these wolf cavalry, led by the warlord, headed towards Groku.
Shi launched a fierce charge.
"Stupid choice!"
The death knight drew out his battle ax and took a step forward. The huge death energy in his body spread out in the ground beneath his feet. Soon, as the cracks in the land flipped, skeletons crawled out of the ground one after another, and they staggered.
, the weapons in his hands were covered with rust, and even his instinctive thinking had been obliterated over a long period of time.
But that doesn't matter!
The sudden appearance of skeletons blocked the charge of the wolf cavalry. When Grokush charged into the orcs brandishing his battle ax, the undead dragon above his head also breathed deadly smoke towards the orcs below.
At the highest point of Hellfire Citadel, Tyrion held the remaining right hand of the unconscious Ner'zhul. Yrel stood behind him. He looked at the dark red earth covered with undead, and his eyes surged.
An unconcealable emotion arose.
The Dark Blade Knights finally took the most difficult first step...
The fate of this world is finally in his hands.
This may be just an insignificant starting point, but soon, the death frenzy set off by him will sweep the entire world!