In the hall of Grim Batol, a huge brazier was placed high up, and the burning charcoal made the underground hall warm.
Orgrim Doomhammer was sitting in his chair, holding the latest battle report in his hand. The brown-skinned warchief's face was ugly. Obviously, what was reported in this battle report was not something that would make people happy.
news.
"The Human Alliance has deployed heavy troops in the Hillsbrad Hills. It seems they plan to fight us there to the death!"
The war chief threw the battle report in his hand to the person next to him. He was an orc warrior wearing gray-white armor and carrying a spine battle ax. He stood beside the war chief as a guard. Obviously, he was the war chief's confidant.
"Varok, based on your experience, what should we do now?"
The great chief rested his chin on his strong arms and asked in a low voice:
"Should we attack across the wetlands, or should we continue to wait for the opportunity?"
Varok Saurfang carefully looked at the battle report in his hand. He did not answer immediately. On the contrary, he thought for several minutes before saying to his warchief:
"Every day we wait, more and more human soldiers will gather on the battlefield. If we attack rashly, we will inevitably suffer heavy losses, and the operation to block the South China Sea has failed. At least on the sea, we cannot defeat the human Kul Tiras.
Fleet, so I think, War Chief, confrontation is the best option!"
"Um?"
Orgrim snorted and asked noncommittally: "How to say?"
"Because human reinforcements are limited!"
Saurfang said in a deep voice:
"Stormwind City has already been donated by us. Even if other human countries unite together, their numbers are limited. However, we occupy the southern continent and have sufficient resources. As long as the war songs on the other side of the Dark Portal are still waiting for orders, Devour
With the Bone and Shattered Hand clans in Azeroth, we have a complete advantage in military strength, and most importantly...the alliance between the human kingdoms is not stable!"
"Under heavy pressure, sooner or later they will break apart! That's our chance!"
"That's a great analysis! Saurfang, you really didn't disappoint me!"
Orgrim nodded with satisfaction: "You are one of the few qualified commanders in the tribe who has not been dazzled by the cruelty of demon blood. You and your brother will inevitably become the future pillars of the tribe, but...very soon
Unfortunately, we must attack!"
"Why?"
Saurfang looked at the warchief in surprise, Orgrim Doomhammer was not a reckless leader, and he should not have made such a choice.
Facing Saurfang's question, the warchief sighed. From the dense battle reports in front of him, he found an animal skin scroll and handed it to Saurfang. Under the light of the fire, his face showed
A touch of exhaustion and helplessness.
"This is the news that came back from the Dark Portal a month ago... The Warsong, Thundergod, Bonegnasher and Shattered Hand clans who stayed in Draenor have started a war."
Orgrim's fingers moved and he said in a deep voice:
"You also know that these clans drink the most demon blood. Chief Blackhand did not let them join the conquest of Azeroth because he was worried that these violent warriors could not be controlled. But unfortunately, in the long run,
While waiting, they have completely sunk into the killing and destruction."
"I waved my butcher knife at my own people. Now the entire Hellfire Peninsula has been reduced to a battlefield. Even I have completely lost control of them... Saurfang, we have no reinforcements!"
Saurfang's eyes widened as he looked at everything described on the animal skin scroll. In the end, he clenched his fists in pain.
"Is this why you sent me to rescue Zul'jin? No wonder you need the untrustworthy forest troll to be our ally..."
"The tribe's strength is only temporary."
Orgrim stood up and raised the black Doomhammer in his hand. He stared at the continent map sewn with animal skins in front of him and said in a deep voice:
"If we don't defeat humanity before their military strength reaches its limit, we will be overwhelmed sooner or later...Saurfang, this time you go to Quel'Thalas to supervise the battle is just a superficial appearance. I want you to take Twilight with you.
The three clans of Hammer, Ravager, and Dragonmaw and those trolls will, when necessary, rush into the heart of the Kingdom of Lordaeron from the direction of Quel'Thalas! Cooperate with the frontline battlefield to completely defeat the human coalition forces!"
He looked back at Saurfang, his eyes full of seriousness:
"I leave the future of the tribe to you!"
"Yes! Chief! I won't let you down!"
Saurfang clenched his fists and patted his breastplate, but before leaving, he looked around and asked in a low voice:
"Warchief, Gul'dan..."
Upon hearing this name, a cold light flashed in Orgrim's eyes, and he nodded:
"Kill him if necessary!"
"Bang"
The door to the Chief's Hall was pushed open at this moment, and the captain of the Great Chief's elite Kor'kron Guards stepped forward and said in a deep voice:
"Warchief, Gul'dan said that his war weapons have been prepared and are waiting for your inspection!"
"very good."
Orgrim snorted and signaled with his eyes that Saurfang could leave.
"Then let's go see what kind of miracles this bitch Gul'dan can do for us."
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"This is the war weapon I prepared for the tribe, Warchief!"
Gul'dan was still wearing his terrifying and horrifying warlock robes, supporting his body with a skeleton cane, like a decrepit old man, but hidden in this body was a fierce and strong soul.
He took Orgrim and other clan chiefs into Grim Batol's Colosseum. Under the Colosseum, 20 men wearing black armor, dark red hoods, and steel scepters were seen on their backs.
The dark warrior stood there like cold stone.
Death and shadow are entangled in these knights. Just looking at their appearance, you will think of darkness and haze.
"They will become the tribe's trump card!"
Gul'dan's dark red eyes flashed with satisfaction. He touched his beard and said loudly:
"When they rush into the enemy formation, the arrogant human mages and priests will run away in fear. They are the absolute natural enemies of those spell casters! And even if they face the proud Iron Knights of mankind, they will not fall behind.
!”
"Whether they are as strong as you say is irrelevant for now, but the number is too small!"
Dar, the old swordsman of the Burning Blade clan, frowned and said softly:
"There are only 20 of them, what can they do?"
"few?"
Gul'dan let out a cold snort of dissatisfaction. The change in mood caused the dark aura surrounding him to surge for a moment. He looked at the warchief:
"Less because you don't allow me to hold more warrior souls. As long as you give the order, Warchief, I will soon prepare more death knights for you...hundreds, even, hundreds
Thousands!”
"They will form a tide of darkness that will overwhelm everything! They will completely crush the hopes of mankind and use their dead bodies to earn the glory of victory for the tribe!"
Gul'dan's gift of speech was excellent. Although the clan chiefs hated this warlock, it must be said that the scene he painted made people think about it, but Orgrim sitting above the Colosseum was
Without nodding, he looked at the knights whose bodies were wrapped in the aura of coldness and death. No one knew what he was thinking.
He rubbed his chin, and finally, his finger pointed downward:
"Let us see how powerful your knights are first...let the thinnest knight fight!"
The great chief waved his hand, and the captain of the Kor'kron guard who was following him stepped forward and heard the great chief's order:
"Choose any young man and go fight that knight. Let's see if Gul'dan's work is really as strong as he says!"
"As you command!"
Captain Kor'kron Guards took the order and left. Gul'dan's expression under his hood was a little strange. He coughed lightly and said to Orgrim:
"Well, Warchief, the thinnest knight has some flaws. He is the secret weapon I prepared for conquering Quel'Thalas. His combat power is much worse than other knights... If you want to look at the death knight
For their true strength, I recommend the captain of these knights, Talon Bloodfiend!"
"He is the representative of the true strength of these knights!"
"No!"
Orgrim had a playful smile. He didn't even look at the embarrassed Gul'dan. His eyes fell on the slender knight in the Colosseum:
"I've decided, let him come! What? Gul'dan, don't you have confidence in your secret weapon? Or have you been... deceiving me?!"
This malicious question caused the dark red light in Gul'dan's eyes to jump, but then he lowered his head humbly, the fangs at the corners of his mouth intertwined, and whispered in a uniquely hazy and hoarse voice:
"Then as you wish, Great Chief, I will prepare them and ask him to be merciful so as not to hurt the precious warriors of the tribe."
"No need! Let them go and fight!"
Orgrim snorted:
"I don't think your knights can be stronger than the tribe's warriors!"
As the chiefs took their seats, 12 large braziers around the Colosseum were lit in sequence, and the entire oval venue was filled with dancing light.
A Kor'kron warrior wearing simple armor and holding a blood-red battle ax walked in from the passage of the Colosseum. He first smashed his fist on his chest and gestured towards the warchief, then turned around and held his hands in both hands.
Holding the battle ax, he stared at the thin black figure in front of him.
The Kor'kron Guard is an elite force that protects the warchief. Every warrior among them is a warrior with the best combat skills. The moment the orc clenched his weapon, a fierce aura hit his face.
Tyrion stood opposite him. Unfortunately, he was the thinnest among the 20 first-generation death knights. As a result, he was selected by Orgrim and became a pawn to suppress Gul'dan. He was dressed like the other death knights.
The heavy black armor made him uncomfortable as a former ranger.
But to be honest, dead bodies will not feel tired, so this kind of fortress-like heavy armor is the most suitable protective gear for them.
Facing this malicious orc warrior, Tyrion moved his neck and pulled out the steel scepter from behind with his backhand. This ferocious weapon inherited the style of the orcs, rough and heavy, with four armor-piercing blades separated from the top, and
It's almost like an armor-piercing hammer. There are some spells engraved on it. It's also a staff used by death knights to cast spells.
Tyrion held the heavy scepter with both hands, staggered his feet, and assumed a fighting posture. His dark red cloak was floating behind him, and he also wore a black mask, which made him look quite imposing.
But to be honest, Tyrion is not willing to fight for Gul'dan, and he is not too sure.
The first-generation death knight produced by Gul'dan was different from the death knight he remembered that would appear in the future. To be precise, the death knight at this time was just a conceptual product, and the combat power system of the death knight was truly developed in the game.
It doesn't exist yet.
Although Gul'dan has great confidence in them, Tyrion knows very well that the 20 first-generation death knights, including him, are only semi-finished products. No, not even semi-finished products. They are still using magic power instead of their bodies.
Fighting against the death energy in.
Before the battle began, Gul'dan, who was sitting in the audience, had a flash of light in his eyes, and he pinched a charm with his fingers hidden in his cloak. The next moment, his hoarse voice sounded in Tyrion's heart.
"Tyrion. Blade of Dawn, even if you are dead, you are still full of unruliness that I don't like. Please listen to me clearly! If you lose this battle, I will give you your body and your
Throw your soul into the magic fire and be burned completely! Tarongor has taught you a lot of basic magic for warlocks in the past few days. You must not only win! You must also win beautifully!"
"I'm a ranger! I've never used magic!"
Tyrion retorted in a cold voice:
"If you really want me to win beautifully, you should at least give me a bow!"
"You have no right to choose weapons, and you can't hide it from me. Your body's ability to conduct magic is about the same as that of the strongest human mage. You have the potential to become an excellent warlock. Tarongor appreciates your talent very much, but it is a pity.
, there is no time for you to practice now! If you still want to continue to live as a death knight, then work hard to win!"
The moment Gul'dan's words fell, the orc warriors on the opposite side roared and charged forward, brandishing their battle axes. Tyrion narrowed his ice-blue eyes and turned his body a few steps away, almost escaping in a dangerous way.
Open the tomahawk that chopped down.
"Bang"
Stones flew across the hard boulder ground of the Colosseum, and the brute force of the orcs was vividly demonstrated at this moment. Seeing that the blow failed, the orc warrior simply let go of the ax handle, clenched his fist, and punched
On Tyrion's chest.
"Pa"
The ranger took several steps back. The heavy plate armor on his body made his movements a little slow. Seeing the orc roaring and trying to pursue the victory, Tyrion's eyes flashed with anger.
After crossing the door of death, he lost not only his life, but also his past, his emotions, his will, and much more.
"Bang"
He grasped the heavy steel scepter with both hands, and struck it hard at the orcs as if swinging a sword. The same bricks and stones flew across, forcing the orc warriors back with brute force.
"What are you doing! Do you want to compete with Kor'kron in martial arts? Idiot! Use magic!"
Gul'dan's voice sounded in Tyrion's heart again, and this time, the ranger was not polite.
