The specially made horns of the tauren made a low sound. On both sides of the battlefield, two tall tauren priests were naked, waving drumsticks on the cold land, and the roaring drums resounded throughout the battlefield.
Ten thousand years ago, they also rushed to the battlefield of Azshara's Ancient War amidst the majestic sound of horns and drums.
This is not the first time that the tauren of Highmountain have dealt with demons. Their ancestor Huon Gaoling once glorified the entire Highmountain with his great achievements in slaying demons. Huon Gaoling's name once made the ferocious demons fearful.
The duel between him and the great demon Tichondrius 10,000 years ago has been passed down like a mythical poem.
The blood of the Highmountain tauren flows in their bones and they will not surrender. Ten thousand years ago, the ancestors were able to defeat the devil, so ten thousand years later, their descendants can do the same!
"The highest mountain will remain standing!"
The roar of the great chief Ulan Gaoling made the fighting spirit of the Tauren warriors burn like fire. Under his leadership, the Tauren warriors who were already ready to go shouted the slogans left by their ancestors, their eyes were red and they were panting.
Breathing heavily, like a herd of mad bulls that shook the earth, they relied on the advantage of the terrain and rushed towards the Vrykul army formation under the hillside.
Minotaurs are already tall, and their common height is over 3 meters. The most ordinary tauren can also wrestle with ogres, not to mention these full-time warriors. The charges they launch on land are basically impossible except for legendary creatures.
No one can resist.
"Wow"
Before a Fel Vrykul warlord raised his sword and shouted a slogan, he was cut in half by Chief Ulan's powerful and heavy halberd. The black tauren army crazily slammed into the Vrykul's body.
In front of the military formation, a dozen unlucky men were rushed into the sky in an instant, and the military formation that the Vrykul had just organized completely collapsed at this moment.
Viewed from a high altitude, the charge of the outnumbered Tauren was like an arrow piercing an arrow target. Wherever they went, the tall Vrykul were no match for them, and the formations of the Fel Vrykul were also
They were beaten to pieces, and the evil warlord who was commanding the frontline battle was cut into pieces with halberds by several ferocious tauren royal guards.
This violent fighting posture is enough to scare away most of the races on the continent. However, the Vrykul are not just rookies who can be dismissed casually. These tall barbarians are also powerful and perseverant, and in terms of
In terms of their enthusiasm for battle, the Highmountain tauren were far inferior to them. Therefore, in just five minutes, the tauren's unparalleled charge was abruptly suppressed by the vrykul.
The two sides entered into a tug-of-war that was extremely unfavorable to the Tauren side.
"Ulan! The Vrykul dragon knights have taken off!"
The tauren sky knights of the Skyhorn tribe who were searching in the sky issued a warning. The tauren chief, who was fighting endlessly, kicked away a Vrykul who wanted to attack him. He raised his head and saw hundreds of them.
The Vrykul knight riding on the back of the blue storm dragon rushed towards the Tauren's formation amid the lightning, which was the Vrykul tribe's trump card.
But Ulan dared to bring a mere 6,000 tauren warriors to fight against 30,000 Vrykul, so he naturally had his own trump card.
"Rashan! Clear the sky! Black Horn, lead Drogbal to attack from the flank!"
Ulan Gaoling commanded the Tauren's reinforcements with a roar. He watched more and more Vrykul pouring onto the narrow mountain road. A flash of light flashed in the eyes of the warchief. The next moment, he took off his waistband.
Hanging in the room was a simple stone warhammer shining with a faint blue light. This exquisite thing did not look like a weapon used on the battlefield.
It is indeed not... This is a magic weapon! It is also a heirloom treasure of the Highmountain Tauren. It is said to be a divine object left directly from the Creation Titan in the world... It can command the power of the earth anywhere in the world.
Authority...the holy relic left by Khaz'goroth the Shaper, the Hammer of Khaz'goroth.
It is recorded that there are 5 such things in Azeroth. In the notes left by the astral mage Medivh, he called these holy relics that were actually used by the Titans "Pillars of Creation", also known as "Pillars of Creation".
In other words, these things were probably used by the Titans who entered the original world of Azeroth to create the world's original ecosystem.
In the eyes of mortals, such an object is considered a true "divine object", and compared with other divine objects, the most powerful thing about the Pillar of Creation is that it does not require the supplement of external energy. The Titans left it
The power is still surging in the holy objects, which means that everyone can use them... Just like this time...
"Earth! Listen to my orders!"
Ulan stood on a stone stained with blood. He raised the holy hammer high in his hand. The blue energy left by the Titan seemed to be awakened. The blue halo wrapped around the stone.
Above the hammer, it soon turned into fine blue lightning, and waves of wild and huge aura rose from the war hammer. That power awakened the sleeping earth and gave it new orders.
The moment Ulan pointed his warhammer with splashes of blue light at the Vrykul position below the mountain road, the peaks standing between Highmountain and Stormheim seemed to be given life, and terrifyingly heavy boulders fell from the mountain walls.
After breaking away, under the influence of the strange force, he closed his fist into a fist, and then slammed it into the center of the Vrykul's position.
"Boom"
The earth shook and the storm roared. With this blow, the flying rocks separated the Vrykul army from the center. The stones that hit the ground quickly closed together, like a wall, blocking the Vrykul army behind.
Blocked under the mountain road.
However, this is just the "appetizer" for Khaz'goroth's Hammer.
"Earth, bury them!"
Ulan raised the stone hammer, and the ground beneath the feet of tens of thousands of Vrykul people cracked open. The ground was given the most rebellious power. The soil and stones were reshaped, cracking like exploding spikes.
The sides of the earth pierced outward crazily. In less than a second, the terrain of the nearly 1,000-yard mountain road had been completely reshaped.
All the soil is separated to both sides, and outside the soil, two rows of ferocious yellow soil thorns are like war spears piercing out from under the earth. Each soil thorn has penetrated at least 2 Vrykuls.
Human corpses, blood, and blood mixed with magic energy dripped down on the devastated ground. Like the power of the gods, the mountain road has completely turned into a hell pierced by soil. With just this one blow, at least 3,000 people were wiped out.
name enemy.
Ulan Gaoling held the holy hammer with splashing blue light. He looked at the Fel Vrykul who were frightened with cold eyes. Behind him, the warriors of Highmountain were full of fighting spirit. They cheered and roared.
Then, rush into the enemy camp and kill the bewildered enemies to the ground.
This is the true meaning of the High Mountain Standing Still...
This is the confidence that the Tauren dare to use 6,000 warriors to defeat an army five times their own...
As long as the Holy Hammer is still in the hands of the Tauren, no one can cholera their hometown of High Mountain. As long as the gift of the ancestors is still there, the Tauren tribe of High Mountain is invincible!
But what if...the Holy Hammer is gone?
"Wow"
At the same time that the tauren were chasing down the defeated evil vrykul, Warchief Ulan raised his head with feeling. The next moment, a dark green demon gate appeared at the junction of High Mountain and Stormfjord.
The sky suddenly opened.
The evil halo shining on the devil's door was like a swirling molten door, or like a dark green scorching sun hanging high in the sky. The moment he saw this door, Ulan's heart
His eyes narrowed and he looked down at the defeated Vrykul. An ominous premonition of falling into a trap arose in Ulan's heart.
But before the chief could issue the order, the next moment, in a flash of light, six huge demon spaceships appeared in the sky. These spaceships were the same as the small spaceships used when the demons invaded the world.
Completely different, they are larger in size, just like floating coffins floating in the sky, but under each spacecraft, there is a magic circle that is constantly swallowing huge energy.
"Spread out! Spread out!"
Chief Ulan's hair stood on end. He realized what the devil was planning to do. He waved the holy hammer in his hand crazily. Amidst the thunderous sound of the earth, he continuously pulled the surrounding terrain apart, forming one diagonal formation after another.
A passage leading to the underground.
However, at the moment when this simple shelter was formed, six warships surrounding this mountainous area opened fire at the same time, and six dark green light pillars that penetrated the sky and the earth smashed into the battlefield on the ground like stone pillars falling from the sky.
Under the control of the demon technicians, the light beam is still scattering. The light beam filled with powerful evil energy is like the sharpest cutting knife, mercilessly cutting through the battlefield.
The tauren and vrykul who were fighting together had no time to separate, and were completely overwhelmed by these light pillars.
These demon lunatics don't care about the lives of their followers at all. They lure the Vrykul to attack the High Mountains in order to lure the chief Ulan who protects the Holy Hammer out of the Thunder Totem, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack...
They don't care about casualties at all.
The disgusting smell of sulfur attached to the evil light beam filled the battlefield at this moment. After the light beam raged, Ulan, who was protected by the holy hammer, looked up and saw that there was almost no living person on the entire battlefield...
"Wow"
The sound of bat wings flapping sounded in the cracked ground around Ulan. The figures of the three Dread Lords surrounded the helpless chief. Behind the center of the battlefield, the back troops of the Tauren had been cracked from the sky.
The huge magic bats that surged out of it and the demon guards that landed were surrounded, making it impossible to break through in a short time.
"The knife that Hu En Gao Ling stabbed me was really painful...it still hurts now!"
The ferocious-looking Tichondrius tilted his head and touched his chest with his terrifying claws. His dark red eyes did not hide his malice at all. He stared at Ulan Gaoling holding the holy hammer in front of him.
The tester said:
"But it's been ten thousand years, and the old guy has died long ago, so it's up to you, the descendant of Hu En Gaoling, to settle the grudge between me and him."
"Chop suey!"
Even if he was surrounded by three fear demon lords, Ulan Gaoling showed no sign of timidity. He held the blue-light holy hammer in one hand and the halberd in the other. He looked around vigilantly.
"That's enough! Stop playing!"
A deeper voice sounded, and Cassanatir's ten claws came back to collide. The beating sparks represented the inner irritability of the first lord of Nasrezim. It stared at Ulan Gaoling's hands.
The holy hammer moved the wings behind it and said:
"Tauren, hand over the holy hammer! We can let you and your warriors go back alive!"
"Bah! Can you believe what the Dread Lord says?"
Ulan mockingly tapped the halberd on the ground. He moved his neck, took off the heavy totems staggered behind his back, threw them aside, and then raised his fingers at the three fear demon lords in front of him:
"Want the Holy Hammer of the Highmountain Tauren? Come and get it! You cowards!"
"Ah, it's really annoying! A bastard is a bastard. I will never understand the value of life..."
Cassanatil had probably guessed this result a long time ago. A hint of viciousness flashed in its eyes. It waved its sharp claws forward and shouted in a cold voice:
"Kill him! Grab the holy hammer!"
"Wow!"
Tichondrius and Deselok, who followed Cassanatil, rushed towards Ulan Gaoling holding the holy hammer, but the next moment, the tauren let out a thunderous roar, and in the holy
As soon as the hammer was swung, the entire hilly ground shook violently at this moment. The roar of the mountains and rivers, which was more than ten times more explosive than before, instantly turned over every piece of soil and rock around Ulan Gaoling.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, Tichondrius turned into a bat and disappeared on the battlefield, while Deserok, who was slower to react, was completely submerged by the tide of the earth set off by the holy hammer. The weakest Dreadlord Lord only had time to send out a message.
There was a tragic scream, as flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the restless earth was pressed into the deepest part of the ground.
Even though Deselok is the weakest lord among the Nathrezim, its power is unstoppable compared to mortals, but now, it was killed instantly by a single blow in one mistake!
The power of the Holy Hammer is so terrifying!
"Highmountain... stands tall..."
"puff"
In the roar of the mountains and the earth, five claws like black daggers pierced the back of Ulan Gaoling like a ghost from behind. Amidst the hot blood splattering, Casana Tier faintly
Han's voice rang in Chief Ulan's ears:
"Highmountain still standing? What a... joke!"
Ulan gritted his teeth and smashed the holy hammer against Cassanatir behind him. Tichondrius, who had escaped before, dodged out of the air. In Ulan's eyes widened, the ten crisscrossed swords appeared.
The claw blade that passed by pulled out dancing sparks and flying flesh on the armor on his chest. The cunning Dread Lord strangled Ulan's neck, and stabbed the bull's head fiercely with the claws of his other hand.
The heart of the human chief.
But the moment the claws fell, the fear devil's eyes suddenly became distracted, and the claws originally aimed at the heart accidentally pierced Ulan's abdomen.
"Bang"
The seriously injured Ulan was lifted up from behind by Cassanatir, and was hit hard on the earth burned by evil energy under his feet. The dying Tauren chief wanted to fight back, but was kicked by the first lord of the Dread Demon.
Kicked away, it smashed into the mountain wall next to it. Amidst the blood-splattered bricks and stones, Cassanatil reached out to pick up the holy hammer at his feet.
He showed a satisfied and bloodthirsty smile.
"When they are all dead...will the mountain collapse?"
