The iconic roar of the enslaved red dragon once again sounded over the forest of Quel'Thalas, like an alarm before the air raid arrived, causing the elven rangers and mages who had already counterattacked across the board to immediately enter a state of war. A moment later
, scorching dragon fire fell from the sky, burning everything on the ground crazily.
After learning of the chief's death, the dragon knights of the Dragonmaw clan were filled with anger and murderous intent. They no longer cooperated with the legions on the ground and began to retaliate with pure killing. The dragon's breath falling from the sky quickly overwhelmed Quel'Thala.
The forest of Sri Lanka was burned to death together with the elves hidden inside, and the furious orcs were no longer satisfied with the stragglers on the outside. They relied on air superiority to control 10 young dragons, all the way towards Quel'Thalas
The hinterland rushed over and killed them.
"Their target is Silvermoon City!"
The member of the Silvermoon Council, Archmage Rommath, who was supervising the battle on the front line, looked at the direction in which the young dragons were flying. His face was ugly. After a while, the orcs' attack strategy was transmitted back to Silvermoon City, and the dragonhawk knights who were sticking to their homeland
They also took to the air one after another, trying to stop these dragon knights who had completely lost their shackles.
"This situation is not right!"
The great knight Turalyon, who was ordered to help the elves hold on to the defense line, was riding on a war horse. The entire defense line he was on was ignited. According to the habits of the orcs, after the dragon fire was destroyed, it was time for the violent orc warriors to rush forward and fight.
, but now, there is only a flame in sight, and there is no trace of the orc soldiers at all!
"Are they just out for revenge?"
Turalyon couldn't help but look back at the sky behind him. The Dragon Knight was the ace weapon of the orcs. Without ground support, letting them enter the enemy's hinterland like this was a gesture of death.
This abnormal situation was not only seen by Turalyon, many elven commanders also noticed it, but the problem is that even though they knew that the orcs were not doing the right thing, these 10 dragon knights who rushed into the hinterland of the kingdom still attracted people.
A large number of elven armies surrounded it.
They have to do it!
At present, 90% of the elven civilians have been transferred to Silvermoon City. Once the orc dragon knights rush into Silvermoon City, as long as a shot of dragon fire falls into the city, it will be an absolute disaster for the elves.
disaster.
"This trend is not right!"
Tyrion raised his head and saw the young dragons waving dragon fire along the way, igniting the forest along the way. He was currently looking for qualified new members in the ruins of the Taquilin battlefield cemetery, but he saw Saurfang.
The precious Orc Dragon Knight was thrown out as a target, and he immediately realized the problem.
Unlike the elves, Tyrion fully knew the outcome of the Battle of Quel'Thalas. He knew that the orcs would eventually leave. Orgrim never had any intention of helping the Amani trolls conquer Silvermoon City.
This is just a feint.
"The orcs are running away!"
Tyrion's voice rang in the spiritual link of the Dark Blade Knights. He dropped what he was doing, turned around, jumped on the skeleton horse, and rushed out of the forest:
"How are the baby dragon corpses prepared?"
He asked loudly, and a moment later Luminas' hoarse voice sounded:
"Only two ends are done, time is too short!"
"That's enough! Let's take off now and hunt them down!"
The death knight's voice became cruel:
"This time, I'm going to stab them hard!"
"That suits me very well! Got it."
Luminas's voice became joyful, and the next moment, the spiritual link was broken. At the edge of the forest that had turned into ashes, the two heads were shriveled up, all the blood had been drained, and the whole body was wrapped with death energy, like a real zombie dragon.
The same young dragon slowly opened its eyes under the urging of the Death Knight,
In the strange light of the large psychic array, dark red light danced in the eyes of the awakened zombie dragons. It was a chaotic, unintelligent light. There was no soul in their resurrected bodies, and they could only instinctively follow the instructions of the being.
The awakeners act according to their will, but their huge bodies are filled with death energy, like big bombs filled with gunpowder.
Serent Firewing rubbed his chin and looked at the two zombie dragons flapping their wings and slowly rising into the air. He couldn't help but imagine the scene when these things exploded in the orc camp.
"This will be an enjoyable hunt..."
He turned to look at Luminas beside him. The red-eyed young lady had her hands on her hips, and her eyes were filled with undisguised murderous intent. Death had completely changed her, and now she was living in a very pure manner.
"Aha, I thought you were mute!"
Luminas stepped forward quickly, turned over and jumped behind the zombie dragon. She looked at Serente condescendingly:
"Don't you like talking?"
Faced with this problem, Serent's cold expression did not change. It was not until two zombie dragons took off with 2 death knights and 4 dark rangers that he said softly:
"I used to think that death had taken away everything from me, warmth, happiness, memories... I used to think that such a resurrection was meaningless, and I hated Tyrion for ruining my eternal sleep, but now, I suddenly discovered,
Death can’t take away everything from me!”
He narrowed his eyes, a hint of ferocity flashed in his dark eyes:
"When I was killing those orcs wantonly, my mood was active. In that bloody battlefield, I was like... reborn! And I believe... Tyrion is the same. He made many mistakes, but now he has
I woke up, so I chose to forgive and follow him."
"I think I'm starting to get used to this pure life, which is a good thing."
On the other side, Saurfang was riding on his wolf, standing on the hills by the roadside with his Overseer guards. In front of him, thousands of orcs were marching quickly, as if they were crossing Quill.
The Dark Green Tide of Salas.
The orc civilization in the world of Draenor is more inclined to the social structure of nomadic tribes. The characteristics of this civilization are still stubbornly retained in the orcs' bodies even after crossing the world. This makes them very good at long-distance raids. Once ordered,
It only took less than 2 hours for the orcs to retreat, and the orcs' retreat began the moment the dragon knights of the Dragonmaw clan took off.
At present, they have rushed into the mountainous area connecting Quel'Thalas and the Kingdom of Lordaeron. According to the current speed, they can rush directly into the hinterland of the Kingdom of Lordaeron in less than half a day.
"It's a pity that the orcs of the Dragonmaw clan have been overwhelmed by hatred."
Saurfang looked back with regret. Not all the orcs were willing to retreat. Some of the orcs in Dragonmaw were not willing. Losing the leader was an unbearable shame in the tribe. They vowed to pay with blood.
Saurfang felt sorry for the orcs' decision, but he did not stop them.
By sticking to the camp, they can buy time for other orcs to evacuate. Although this is cruel, some people have to make sacrifices.
"Think on the bright side, Overseer. (We have a new group of members!)"
Cho'gall, the leader of the Twilight Hammer standing behind Saurfang, whispered with a hint of flattery:
"Under your leadership, our military strength has not been lost (those trolls who join us will become the best cannon fodder!)"
"Well, this is an unexpected surprise."
Saurfang looked at the rear of the team, where a large group of Amani trolls riding raptors also followed the orcs' evacuation team. Their number was extremely large, and it seemed that there were nearly ten thousand people.
These trolls were the most loyal warriors to Zul'jin in the Amani clan. After Zul'jin's death, they were ostracized and suppressed in various ways, and finally had to turn around and join the tribe.
After all, Saurfang's intention in invading Quel'Thalas was to avenge Zul'jin.
"But they are not cannon fodder, Cho'gall, they are a force under Warchief Orgrim, just like us!"
Saurfang corrected Cho'gall's statement, but when he turned back, in the distant sky, two black spots were approaching quickly, which made the warlord's expression become ugly.
"what is that?"
He turned around and asked. The ogre wizard Cho'gall moved his fingers and blessed himself and Saurfang with two eagle eyes. The next moment, they saw the two heads in weird and twisted postures, like monsters.
The young dragon, and the Dark Blade Knights riding on the young dragon.
"It's the traitor! Tyrion and his bastards!"
Saurfang subconsciously drew out his battle ax and shouted loudly:
"Chor'gall, shoot them down!"
There was no need for the orc warlord to say anything. The tall ogre wizard had already raised his hands, with violent magic condensing in his hands. When the two zombie dragons approached, Cho'gall roared, and the two masses distorted the air and light.
The arcane ball was thrown towards the sky.
"Don't even think about it! (Get closer!)"
The first impression left by ogres is that they are stupid, but if they grow a second head, they will transform into extremely terrifying ogre magicians. Their rough bodies can accommodate more than humans and orcs.
The mage has several times more magic power. Although the types of spells he can use are few, they are extremely powerful!
After all the warlocks of the tribe were killed, the ogre magicians who followed the orcs to invade Azeroth became the main body of the tribe's magic power.
"boom"
The arcane ball hit the zombie dragon's body and exploded its loose scales, but the dead body would not feel pain. Tyrion, who was riding on the zombie dragon, ignored the threat from Cho'gall.
The howling wind blew his long gray hair.
He rode on top of the zombie dragon, and when he was close to the orcs' evacuating team, under his dark command, the zombie dragon roared down from the sky.
Like a fallen stone, under Saurfang's stunned gaze, it carried its master and hit the rear of the orc army.
next moment...
"boom"
The zombie dragon, whose body was filled with huge death energy, exploded in the orc position. The bones and flesh of the zombie dragon were scattered everywhere, covering nearly a hundred meters of the surrounding land in this earth-shattering corpse explosion. The power of this explosion was absolutely
It is already comparable to the flame meteorites summoned by mages.
What's even more terrifying is that the flesh and blood mixed with the strange power of death spread all over the sky in the explosion, including those orcs who did not die in the explosion. This blow completely cut the orc army into six-quarters from the rear.
One position was separated, and the evacuating orcs were also overwhelmed by the explosion, and the entire legion stopped.
"Charge up! Kill them!"
This explosion killed at least nearly a hundred orc warriors on the spot. This loss made Saurfang almost lose his mind. He roared and was about to rush off the battlefield, but Cho'gall held him firmly in place.
"Don't be impulsive, Overseer! (There's another one! There's another dragon! This is a trap!)"
But it was already too late. Under the order of the warlord, the hesitant orcs grabbed their weapons and rushed towards the explosion point. Just when they gathered together again, the second zombie dragon flying in the sky roared and smashed
Come down.
Amid Luminas' hoarse laughter, the second zombie dragon accurately hit the center of the orc who was trying to fight back. The next moment...
"boom"
Tyrion and his knights are a group of real madmen. Death has twisted them. In order to achieve the most powerful killing, they don't care about these precious dragon corpses at all, but use them as real flesh and blood bombs.
"Ah, they will say that we are throwing ourselves into a trap and seeking death..."
In the center of the exploding flesh and blood battlefield, amid the surging manic death energy, Tyrion, holding the heavy sword, waved his hand to tear away the darkness in front of him, and appeared in front of Saurfang, and behind him, holding a battle ax
Grokush is like a high mountain.
Serente drew out her halberd with her backhand, while Luminas shook her head, stood up from the ground, and drew out the sword from her waist with her hands interlaced.
Behind these four knights, the Dark Rangers, who had been replenished to 20 people, drew their bows. Surrounding them were thousands of orc warriors watching eagerly, as well as hundreds of corpses who died in the explosion.
"They'll say we're dead!"
Tyrion's eyes had turned back to ice blue, which made him look so indifferent. He pointed the blade at Saurfang on the hillside, and huge death energy rushed from his feet into the surrounding ground.
The bodies of those corpses were attracted.
After a moment, the swaying orc warriors stood up again. Under the orders of their new masters, they clenched their weapons and pointed their blades at their former companions.
"But they have no idea how terrifying the power we control is! They have no idea what death...is!"
The death knights opened their hands, and the undead plague that spread in the air was activated. At this moment, the screams of the orc warriors filled the air one after another, plague! This is the plague of death!!
"The soul you fought so hard to save will eventually steal the victory you long for!"
"The tribe you serve will be completely destroyed because of your stupidity!"
"Gul'dan will destroy it! Just like he destroyed your world!"
"I curse you! Saurfang!"
"I curse you and your tribe, you will eventually be defeated!"
Tyrion's hateful voice sounded on the dead battlefield, and the corpses of the orcs roared and rushed in all directions. Amidst the dark edge of the Dark Blade Knights, he tilted his head, looked at Saurfang, and stretched out his hand.
, and hooked towards the orc warlord:
"Why do you look so angry..."
"Offensive and defensive positions! Come on! Challenge me!"
