There was another barrage of death falling from the sky. The scorching-hot shells fiercely smashed through the orc warship and exploded in the cabin. As the flames rolled, hundreds of orcs were buried in the flames of the sea.
Tyrion stood on the edge of a battleship, calmly watching the battleship next to him burning in flames, watching the orcs screaming and falling into the sea, and watching them being swallowed bit by bit by the cold water.
This rapid transition between life and death can make his cold heart feel a faint vibration. Life is so fragile, a cannonball can end it. The flesh and blood body is so weak. In this kind of explosion,
In the flames, flesh and blood can only wait for death alone.
"If this continues, the morale of the orcs will collapse."
The voice of the retinue sounded behind Tyrion. Grokush controlled the tall human knight's body, carrying a steel scepter, and walked to Tyrion's side amidst the gunfire. He looked at those who fell into the
The orc warrior in the water shook his head:
"No one can maintain high morale under such a frequency of bombardment... Those goblins deceived Orgrim. The artillery on these ships cannot be compared with the artillery of the human fleet. What's more, the orcs don't know how to use these.
A weapon."
"So what?"
Tyrion said calmly, and he suddenly stretched out his left hand, and dark red death energy spurted out from his palm, lifting an orc warrior who was about to become silent from the sea, and grabbed it in his hand.
"Ahem, thank you, thank you!"
The orc was panting heavily, and he thanked the death knight with difficulty. The next moment, Tyrion's ice-blue eyes flashed with a silent smile, and his fingers suddenly released. The orc was lifted up from the sea.
The soldier screamed and fell into the sea again. This time no one could save him.
"Oh, I'm sorry..."
Tyrion looked at his black gauntlets and said softly:
"My hand slipped."
"Is such a game interesting? Lord Tyrion?"
Grokush watched all of this completely, and he said: "Give a dying person new hope, and then kill the hope with your own hands... What kind of cruel behavior is this?"
"But he lived at least 5 seconds longer than the others..."
Tyrion looked back at Grokush:
"Shouldn't he be thanking me for that?"
"Is this your way of expressing your dissatisfaction with your fate?"
The death knight retinue asked again, and facing this question, Tyrion narrowed his eyes, seemingly smiling, but there was no trace of smile in his cold eyes:
"No, I just want to see the change in his expression... To be honest, this is meaningless at all. Have you learned the two ice runes I taught you?"
Grokush was stunned for a moment. The topic changed too quickly. After a moment, he shrugged:
"Unfortunately, it was a bit difficult to engrave the runes. I only succeeded in one."
Tyrion shook his head, turned around and walked into the cabin. He scolded with some dissatisfaction:
"These runes are knowledge passed down from generation to generation by your orcs, the Shadowmoon Clan, and now you want me, a high elf, to teach you. How stupid! Talon Gorefiend learned it in just one day!"
"He was a warlock when he was alive, and I was just a warrior... You can't ask for so much."
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"Our morale is about to collapse, Warchief!"
The Fire Blade Saint Darr rushed into the bridge of the orc flagship anxiously. He shouted to Orgrim: "Quickly use your last resort! Warchief! Otherwise we will fail!"
"Not urgent!"
Orgrim put the telescope he bought from the goblins in front of his eyes and said softly:
"We can still bear the current losses! I'm waiting for an opportunity!"
"what chance?!"
Dar asked, and at this moment, Orgrim's eyes suddenly shrank. On the sea in front of him, the human fleet began to change its formation. The ships turned around, making the originally loose formation become tighter.
, it seems that Dai Lin plans to launch a concentrated offensive against the Orc flagship.
"Now! I'm waiting for this... opportunity to catch them all!"
The warchief crushed the rough rune stone in his hand. The next moment, in the underground city of Grim Batol in the wetlands, the command voice of Nekros the Skullcrusher, the great warlock of the Dragonmaw clan, also rang out:
"Now! Go! Go help the war chief!"
"Ouch, ouch, ouch"
In the darkness in front of him, three behemoths with a length of more than 60 meters roared in dissatisfaction, trying to throw down the orcs lying behind them. Seeing that these guys were unwilling to obey, Nekros's eyes flashed coldly, and he stretched out his hand.
He took out a golden disk from his arms and held it tightly. The next moment, a miserable howl came from the deepest darkness under Grim Batol.
The howl was filled with pain, as miserable as a hamster being thrown into the flames and burning.
This scream made the behemoths in the darkness in front of Nekros become angry. They flapped their wings and rushed out of the darkness. Those were three real adult dragons... and the one that Dai Lin had knocked down from the sky.
Young dragons are different. Even when they are lying on the ground, these guys are as big as hills.
Their eyes shone with resentment, but the orc warlock was not afraid at all. He waved the golden artifact "Dragon Soul" in his hand and shouted loudly:
"If you disobey, your queen will suffer even more painful torture! Make your own choice!"
As soon as he finished speaking, another miserable howl sounded in the darkness. Three adult dragons gritted their teeth. They only needed to spit out dragon fire to burn the warlock in front of them to death easily, but they did not dare to do this.
Doing...this will harm the supreme Red Dragon Queen.
Finally, three adult dragons loaded with orc knights flapped their wings and rushed out of Grim Batol. These real fantasy dragons flew extremely fast and easily traveled through the speed of sound. In less than 3 minutes, they tore apart
The darkness that fell at night opened and appeared above the South China Sea.
"Burn those ships! Burn those humans! The Horde... is invincible!"
Amidst Orgrim's roar, three adult red dragons fell from the sky. The moment they appeared, Dai Lin's fist hit the commander in front of her hard:
"Is this your trump card? Orgrim...it is indeed the same old trick!"
He turned and shouted:
"Let the gryphon knights take off! Stop those dragons, it only takes 30 minutes! No! 20 minutes...it only takes 20 minutes, and the tribe will collapse!"
"Hua Hua Hua"
In Dai Lin's roar, more than 30 Wildhammer Griffin knights drove their pets, holding warhammers, into the sky... As early as after the young dragon was captured in Nanhai Town, the Alliance has been targeting
The dragons controlled by the orcs adopt various methods, and the addition of the Wildhammer dwarves gives humans weapons to deal with the dragons.
But to be honest, no one is sure whether the ferocious griffon can deal with the giant dragon. Even the gryphon knight Kurdran who took off at this time, the most powerful gryphon knight of the Wildhammer dwarves, has no idea that he can
Whether you can defeat the dragon or not, you have no confidence.
That's a dragon...the ultimate being in the mortal world...
"Use Storm Hammer!"
Kurdran, who was wearing flying goggles, shouted loudly. The next moment, more than 20 warhammers shining with silver lightning flew out of the hands of these heroic Wildhammer dwarves and slammed into the dragon flying in the sky.
, this dwarven secret warhammer attack was so powerful that the moment it was thrown, it knocked down more than a dozen orcs behind the dragon closest to them.
But the war hammer hitting the giant dragon's scales, apart from making the giant dragon feel pain and become more crazy, could not even stop them for even a second.
"boom"
Because the queen was threatened, the red dragons who were forced to join the war were creatures of order and could not bear to use their own power to kill lives. But if they did not do so, it would mean that the evil orcs would intensify their torture of the queen. Between the two options
In the difficult torture, the dragon finally made a cruel move.
The griffin knight did stop the dragon in the air, but it was useless...
The dragons destroyed human warships without landing at all, especially for the more powerful adult dragons. They took a deep breath, and the next moment, scorching dragon fire spurted out from their sharp teeth.
Like a pillar of fire falling from the sky, it swept across everything in sight. Under the attack of three staggered pillars of fire, the human warships that resisted tenaciously were set ablaze one by one.
The entire South China Sea was burning at this moment. The dragon's fire was different from ordinary flames. They would not be extinguished by the sea water. Therefore, as the dragon's fire was swaying, the entire sea surface was divided into a line and a line by the flames.
The line of death.
The ignited warship stood alone in the sea. In the burning dragon fire, the soldiers on the warship howled miserably, but could not escape the flames of death. They could only be burned to ashes bit by bit, and the people below heard
The soldiers screamed, and the eyes of the three giant dragons in the sky were full of pain.
Red dragons themselves exist to protect the order of the world. They do not value human life, but now, they are forced to kill these creatures that are closely related to the order they protect.
For these noble creatures, this is simply the most terrifying torture and humiliation. Therefore, no matter how much the orc knights behind them wield their long whips, these giant dragons are unwilling to take another step forward... This is their bottom line for themselves.
persistence.
"retreat!"
The telescope in Dai Lin's hand was crushed by him, but after witnessing the power of the dragon's fire, the admiral suppressed his anger and calmly issued the order:
"Retreat now!"
"But Your Majesty! We...we may still be able to hold on..."
The great knight Cyrus was not willing to retreat in such an awkward manner when the tribe was about to be defeated. Faced with his dissuasion, a trace of helplessness flashed across Dai Lin's tired face:
"Those dragons don't want to hurt us... otherwise they don't need to use dragon fire to warn us... If we continue to entangle like this, once the dragons break the bottom line, this fleet will be finished. The griffin knights can stop them, but the number is too small.
...Retreat, and this time... give them the ocean!"
"us!"
Dai Lin raised his head and looked at the three red dragons in the sky. His teeth were almost broken.
"We will defeat these bastards on land! Sooner or later...I will take back my ocean from them!"
Ten minutes later, the remaining human fleet slowly withdrew from the battlefield. Seeing this scene, the old swordmaster Dar clenched his fists:
"Warchief, humans have retreated...we have won!"
"No! We don't!"
Orgrim put down the telescope, his face covered with frost:
"The dragon did not follow my request and burned all the human fleet, only one third of it was burned. It is not so much that we won, it is better to say that these dragons won... They scared away the humans, damn it!
"
"Zuluhid, this incompetent waste! He still hasn't been able to completely control these dragons. If they can become our weapons of war, mere humans... hmph, forget it!"
The great chief threw the telescope in his hand to the old sword master, and he snorted:
"Now that the road ahead is clear, we will speed up and land in the Hillsbrad Hills! We will defeat those human kings on land with dignity and dignity! Truly win the world!"
"On land, the orcs are invincible!"
"Snapped"
In the dark cabin, Tyrion's fingers tapped a few times on Grokush's steel scepter. A special rune was ignited by the energy of death, emitting a ghostly white light. In an instant, the cold frost disappeared.
Covering this heavy weapon, the eerie cold air is enough to freeze any creature that comes into contact with it.
"Now, have you learned it?"
Tyrion looked at Grokush who was sitting next to him. The latter scratched his head. He obviously had the body of an elegant human knight, but it forced him to have the stupid and rough feeling of an orc.
"Well, I barely learned it!"
Hearing Grokush's answer, Tyrion shrugged and threw the scepter engraved with runes in his hand to the death knight retinue.
"This is the simplest frost rune, but you are using it with such difficulty. The ten times more complex blood rune and the more complex evil rune, you probably won't be able to master it in your lifetime, let alone the last three runes.
The mixture of texts will cost you your second life."
Grokush didn't care. He played with the cold steel scepter in his hand. He looked at Tyrion and asked in a low voice:
"I have always been curious. You are a high elf. You are the weakest among the 20 death knights in the first generation. Why are you the only one who can master these complex necromantic runes? I have asked them, even Talon Gorefiend.
The Great Warlock has never heard of the existence of these runes. How do you know about them? Where did you learn them?"
"Everyone has a secret, Grokush, and you want to know my secret..."
Tyrion leaned against the swaying cabin. He closed his unique pair of ice-blue eyes and said softly without a trace of emotion: "You have to trade your own secret."
"I have no secrets!"
Grokush's expression changed:
"I don't know what you mean by this."
"Who are you? You are different from the ordinary orcs who died in battle! Maybe the Blood Demon doesn't know this secret, but I don't choose apprentices and followers randomly... You have a secret! Glokush
, I can see it! Tell me!"
"You are wrong! I am really just an ordinary orc warrior named Grokush!"
"Okay! So I can only say that those runes are something I was born with!"
