Gul'dan, who no longer cared about hiding his strength or pretending to be weak, waved his arms and knocked the dead body coming from behind to the ground. He held an orc short knife in his hand and waved it with arrogant force, knocking the other end
Orc corpses chopped down.
Long-term infiltration of evil energy has made his fully extended body full of violent muscles, and his strength is greater than that of ordinary orcs. It is said that when the orcs were still trapped in the world of Draenor, Gul'dan was also a "warrior"
”.
But as a spell caster, they are not good at exciting melee attacks. With Gul'dan's brute strength, he could barely deal with a few corpses, but he saw Grokush from behind rushing up with a battle ax.
, Gul'dan no longer cared about these crazy corpses. He jumped on his own wolf, which was also contaminated by evil energy, and its fur turned into dark green, turned around and ran away!
Embarrassing, crazy and vicious.
"Boom boom"
The two corpses closest to him exploded under the dark command of the death knight, and the blood and flesh stains spread in all directions. The disease hidden in them spread wantonly in the dark night, but even if the magic power was imprisoned, as a
The warlock's unique demon skin still helped Gul'dan block most of the diseases, which made his escape a little smoother.
In the flames of the surrounding burning forest, Gul'dan's wolf fled all the way, splashing smoke and flying ashes behind him. Behind him, the death knight Grokush was chasing after him on a skeleton horse.
In the sky, Tyrion and Luminas summoned another bone griffon. They held war bows and blocked the fleeing warlocks from the sky.
"This shame..."
Gul'dan gritted his teeth and laid his body tightly on the wolf, struggling to avoid the sharp arrows shot from the sky. He frantically moved the reins, his heart filled with humiliation and resentment.
His estimate was wrong. In the magic explosion that tore up a small town, the barrier of Bandi Renoir had been shattered. Based on his own experience, he believed that such damage could not be restored in a short time. This made
He dared to enter the barrier.
But the powerful magical civilization of the high elves was like a slap in the face of the warlock. The big explosion did not destroy the rune stone. It only needed a simple reset to re-establish the barrier. Da, who had been dead for nearly 3,000 years,
Thousands of years later, the ancient wisdom left by Srema Sunstrider once again pushed the enemies of Quel'Thalas into despair.
"Buzz"
The war bow engraved with blood runes was pulled up again. Luminas looked at the warlock running in the darkness below, and she whispered:
"Look, he runs really fast."
"Let him run, he doesn't know what's waiting for him yet."
Tyrion's eyes were cold. In his blood-red eyes, everything in the dark night seemed to be shrouded in a blood-red halo. Nothing could block his gaze. He raised his head and looked. In the darkness in the distance, a
The black spot is approaching fast.
"Selente, shoot him!"
Tyrion's voice rang in the ears of the death knights coming from behind. Serent Firewing, who was riding on the bone griffin, nodded silently. On top of the griffin flying smoothly, he raised his bow.
, eyes narrowed, looking at the orc warlock fleeing in front of him, and on the two griffons behind him, four dark rangers also raised their war bows.
All members of the Dark Blade Knights were present, and both sides pursued and intercepted him. It was like a truly closed net, trapping Gul'dan tightly in it.
"Swish swish swish"
The sound of the bone arrows engraved with runes piercing the darkness was so mind-numbing that Gul'dan didn't even have time to raise his head. The anticipation of danger made him madly jump off the speeding wolf.
, rolled several times on the ground.
When his whole body was stained with ashes and he raised his head, he saw the running evil wolf stabbed into a sieve by the rain of arrows that fell from the front.
The huge wolf was nailed to the ground full of ashes, and the smelly blood was splashed everywhere. The blood was infected in the black ashes, and painted a terrible picture on the ground.
In that scene where blood flowed everywhere, Gul'dan tightened his grip on the cane and dagger in his hand. In the blood, he seemed to see his own ending.
"boom"
Behind him, the silent orc death knight dismounted. Tyrion and Luminas also controlled the gryphon to slowly fall to the ground. In front of his eyes, Tyrion, who had drawn his rune sword, was exuding murderous aura.
The four elven dark rangers spread out and aimed the bone arrows in their hands at the surrounded warlock.
"All deception, all destruction, all nightmares caused by your own hands... It's time to end, Gul'dan, my dear leader of the Shadow Council, it's time to end!"
Grokush Blackhand drew out the cold battle ax from his back, and stared at Gul'dan in front of him with his gloomy eyes:
"Is there anything else you want to say when you are about to die?"
"who are you!"
Under the suppression of Bandi Raynor's barrier, Gul'dan struggled to beat the extremely obscure magic power in his body, just like squeezing out a little bit of water in the desert. The shadow behind him condensed, and the scale was not as big as before.
one tenth.
He looked at Black Hand who was approaching slowly, his blood-red eyes pulsing with questions:
"All orc souls are loyal to Orgrim, and you are not a warlock of the Shadow Council...who are you? I think you...are very familiar!"
"Have you forgotten me so quickly?"
Grokush held the battle ax tightly with both hands, and the ash-filled soil under his feet spread outwards, making him look like a human tank wrapped in dark red mist. He rushed towards Gul'dan, with the battle ax in his hand.
Lift it high and chop it down hard.
"boom"
The skeleton staff in Gul'dan's hand was completely chopped to pieces by this blow. The huge force threw the warlock backward. Before he could stand still, Tyrion's heavy sword hit him hard in the back.
The demon's skin was chopped off, and the warlock was knocked to the ground with blood splattering everywhere.
"You bewitched me and destroyed our civilization with your own hands! You killed our world with your own hands! You led my tribe into the stupidest madness! Now...you ask me who I am!"
"哐"
"Ahhh!"
The black hand's battle ax slashed crazily on Gul'dan's left arm. Amidst the warlock's screams, the still struggling and beating left arm flew into the night sky, and the arm wrapped in fine demon scales hit him.
On the ground, five bloody fingers were stained with the ashes of the burning forest. They were still twitching nervously, as if representing the warlock's unwillingness and despair.
The hot and smelly devil's blood splashed onto Black Hand's face, making the dead face once again full of ferocity.
The undead fire dancing in his eyes represents Grokush's anger and murderous intent.
"I am Blackhand! Gul'dan, I am the warchief who was betrayed by you! I crawled out of hell...come for you!"
"Die!"
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Almost as soon as Gul'dan's life was hanging by a thread, another group of people rushed to the place where he was ambushed as quickly as possible.
Although Orgrim's intention was very clear, he could kill Gul'dan whenever Saurfang felt it was appropriate, but in this dark night, the orc warlord still appeared in the team to rescue Gul'dan.
The orc warlocks can die after the invasion, but not now. The restoration of the barrier already represents the betrayal of the death knights led by Tyrion, which is equivalent to the battlefield initiative of Quel'Thalas being taken away again.
It was handed over to the elves, and the tribe was trapped in the magic network. In this case, Saurfang needed Gul'dan to re-unlock the enchantment for the tribe.
That's not even the most important thing!
The most important thing is that if Gul'dan's death is unclear, then the Stormrage Clan without its leader is likely to become a hidden danger, making it difficult for Warchief Orgrim to take over smoothly.
This was an outcome Saurfang could not bear.
"Faster!"
He held the battle ax and shouted to Zuluhid, who was controlling the young dragon beside him:
"Make your dragon fly faster!"
Faced with this order, the chief of the Dragonmaw clan endured the pain in his body. It was the suppressed magic power that was stirring, and he retorted:
"The barriers of these crazy elves can suppress even dragon fire. Don't you see that this dragon is also very uncomfortable? If you force it any more, it will go crazy!"
The full suppression of Bandi Renor's barrier is supplied with magic power from the Sunwell. With the strength of the young dragon, there is no way to resist this suppression. If it were not for Zuluhid's forcible control, the young dragon would not be willing to step into this place.
"I said! Speed up!"
Saurfang turned his head and stared at the reluctant chief. The eyes in his eyes had turned blood red, and a violent force was beating in his body:
"I don't care what conflicts you have with Gul'dan! I said, he can't die now! Speed up! Do you want to disobey my orders? Do you want to disobey the warchief's will?"
This merciless scolding made Zuluhid itch with hatred, but after a moment, he held the reins of the young dragon tightly and waved the whip in his hand. Amidst the whistle of the whip, the young dragon howled, but
The speed is also significantly faster.
Saurfang looked at the burning forest in the distance. For the first time in his heart, he hoped that Gul'dan could survive... even though he also hated the warlock very much.
While Saurfang and Zuluhid dared to rescue Gul'dan as quickly as possible, in the position behind the tribe, the huge two-headed ogre Cho'gall was stroking himself with his thick fingers.
The chin, well, the chin on the right side of the head.
In the dark night before his eyes, the Elf Rune Stone suspended in mid-air was so bright and eye-catching.
"Should we save him? (Gul'dan is useless! The death knight has set a trap, Saurfang can't save him!)"
"But Gul'dan promised us that he would lead us to find the power of the gods... (Do you really believe him? That power is nothing compared to the shadow we serve!)"
"But the master's order is to let the tribe continue to disrupt the order of this world. If Gul'dan dies...(Then we will do it ourselves! Gul'dan is just a lackey of the devil. We can do what he can do.
Better!)”
"Why do you always contradict me! (Because you are so stupid that you cannot understand the master's true intentions!)"
That's right, this weird ogre is brawling...
Gu'gall's two heads, Gu and Gal, are quarreling with each other, two thoughts and two ideas are colliding crazily, but unfortunately, they can only attack each other with words, leaving both sides helpless towards each other.
The ogre sat in the dark night, and his noisy quarrels were completely unable to attract the attention of the members of the Twilight Hammer clan behind him. They were used to the clan leader's nervousness, and they also did not care about this kind of quarrel between themselves and themselves.
I understand very well. Anyway, in the end, there will always be a clear order.
"Buzz"
Just as Cho'gall's two heads were arguing, a strange shadow rose from the dark night of Quel'Thalas. It was like a pair of hands, quickly covering Cho'gall's body, bringing
order from some kind of dark existence.
Coulgar also became quiet at this moment. He stood up and half-knelt in the darkness sincerely, listening to the voice in the shadow. After a moment, his two heads nodded at the same time.
"Yes, Master! (We will do it well!)"
The shadows in the darkness quickly faded, and Coul'gall moved his arms. He turned his head, and his three eyes searched among the clan members behind him. Finally, he shouted in a deep voice:
"The tribe will suffer defeat! (It is the Master's will, chaos and disaster!)"
"The world order will be reshuffled! (One step closer to the twilight moment of greatness and equality!)"
He looked at the scorched earth near the rune stone behind him, and there was a trace of malice and expectation in his eyes.
"We cannot let the orcs unify the world! (A peaceful world will have no place for Shadow...)"
"We are going to bewitch Gul'dan, and he will live in a humble state! (Let him steal the victory of the Horde! Let him steal the victory of Orgrim!)"
"The angry demons and orcs will gnash their teeth and want to tear him apart! (When he is cornered, he will definitely realize the greatness of his master and become one of us!)"
