45. Ashenvale. The Battle of the Five Armies (Part 1)
It has been 3 days since Orgrim was captured. He is completely unaware of the turmoil in the outside world. He is trapped in this underground cave and is guarded by more than a dozen elf girls. In fact, the elves even need to guard
This orc chief, because he is already very weak.
There was something weird sucking away his little vitality. When Orgrim was half asleep and half awake, he could always feel that his own fire of life had become very weak, like a candle in the wind.
Like fire.
The cage-like scene in front of him was not the end of his destiny as he imagined. He had imagined countless times that he should die on the battlefield, but when he truly reached the end of his life, Orgrim was no longer obsessed with these.
At this time, what he was more worried about in his heart was the dirty things between orcs and elves, especially after he himself knew about those disgusting conspiracies.
But he couldn't say it... not only because he was in a coma for a long time, but also because the elves here would not listen to his words at all, even if it was the truth.
Creatures in war are blind. Even the wisest ones will be stunned by the blazing fire of war. The elves think they are wise, but they are also members of mortal life... In the lazy world
Underneath their appearance, their desire for war is no weaker than that of the orcs.
"Bang"
The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground woke up the groggy Orgrim. The warchief who was tied by tree vines suddenly opened his eyes and saw an elf guard with his throat cut in a strange posture.
At his feet, the blood was flowing on the ground, reflecting Orgrim's weak and thin face.
The warchief raised his head and saw the killer stumbling forward in the darkness... Miara Sunge, that poor elf whose mind was captured by the ancient gods. Orgrim saw her struggling and kneeling before Ai.
The scene in front of Sarah...this is also a poor person.
But now, this weak elf whose life has burned to the end will probably be the one to end Orgrim's life.
"The master's...will..."
General Rige, whose face was covered with blood and covered with injuries, raised her head. On the edge of her chaotic eyes, she had left tears of blood. Perhaps, this was Miara. In the face of the power of the ancient god, Rige finally
The struggle.
"It will come true!"
Sunge roared like a wild beast. She threw herself on Orgrim's chest. The sharp dagger pierced Orgrim's chest at this moment. The orc warchief wanted to roar, but he could no longer even roar.
Can't send it out.
The two lives, quietly leaning together in an intimate and strange manner, waited silently for death in this dark dungeon.
However, at the moment Orgrim's consciousness entered chaos, he suddenly heard a familiar voice, as if greeting him.
"Orgrim Doomhammer from the Blackrock Clan of Draenor..."
"Your indomitable will and the raging flames of war prove your bravery and prove that you are a true and qualified warrior..."
"Your soul belongs to the Dark Blade Legion..."
"Your mission in this world is not over yet, I will give you my power...and what I want to know is..."
"Will you accept it?"
This voice was so clear that Orgrim, who was dying, opened his eyes like a flashback. There was nothing in front of him, but his eyes were filled with some kind of illusion.
In the drifting darkness, a strange death-like guy was quietly suspended in the air, like a messenger.
Under the guy's tattered hood, on that "face" filled with black mist, there was a pair of dark red eyes staring at him, as if waiting for his answer.
"Tyrion...orcs and elves, I must..."
"That's your business... I just need to know, will you accept my power? Are you willing to pay the price of your soul in exchange for the hope you want?"
The high lord's lazy voice sounded again, and Orgrim fell silent. After a few seconds, he stretched out his hand with difficulty:
"bring it on!"
"Wow"
The calm darkness spread out like rippling waves at this moment, and a total of 13 Death Gods rotated back and forth around Orgrim's weak body, and finally "filled" into his old body one by one, the illusion of overlapping souls
The pain and pain caused Orgrim to roar like a wild beast, and the black cold mist wrapped around his body. Soon, everything about the orc was completely submerged, as if it was like a big black cocoon.
And dozens of seconds later, a palm with a gauntlet of black energy pierced through the black mist, completely tearing open the entire black cocoon. Orgrim, wearing a set of Death Dragon armor, emerged from the black mist.
He strode out, and the power of darkness escaped every corner of his body. When he raised his head, his eyes had turned completely black, like a black hole that absorbed all light.
"Buzz"
Orgrim spread his fingers, and a black war hammer appeared in his hand. The orc looked back and glanced at Miara Sunge, who was lying on the ground and had lost all life. He shook his head, carrying the war hammer,
He strode out of this dark place.
The great lord's cold consciousness seems to still remain here. In the activity of his consciousness, a soul similar to Miara Rige was extracted from the cold body. The soul seemed to be in pain, with a purple light.
Halo is like a parasite, parasitizing the depths of this soul.
"Ah, a trembling soul, so interesting... Do you want to go back to World Tree? Poor little thing?"
"Haha, I'm sorry, you can't go back. The soul that committed the sin of weakness, the only place you can go is my... hell..."
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"Bang bang bang bang"
Terrifying roars like tearing cloth and low thunder roared on the battlefield at the three-way intersection from Ashenvale to Felwood. This is not the first time that the Elf Sentinels from Feathermoon Fortress have used this kind of technology developed by the Human Empire.
Hot weapons, although these things are far less accurate than the sniper bows they use, on the battlefield of quantitative warfare, these steel weapons are much easier to use than war bows.
Under the leadership of the commander, an elf regiment is using the continuous fire cannon mounted on the wildebeest chariot to eliminate the remaining demons on the battlefield. This forest glade called Howling Wolf Valley leads from Ashenvale to Felwood.
In order to capture the strategic location of the forest, the artillery of the Kingdom of Stromgard fired at least 400 cannonballs into this open space. The demons here had long been shattered by the cannonballs falling from the sky. In Iron and Fire
They fled in all directions and no longer posed much of a threat.
On the battlefield further ahead, the Seventh Army was frantically clearing the way with artillery. The roar caused by the salvos made the Ashvale forest that had been quiet for ten thousand years sway, and hundreds of vehicles painted on followed.
The land-based steam chariots that are the emblem of the Kingdom of Gilneas are crazily squeezing the demons' positions. These modified chariots are full of firepower and heavily armored, and are often used as battlefield personnel carriers.
In this long and narrow forest area filled with evil energy, nearly 100,000 legions of humans, orcs, elves and quilboars are trying to open the battlefield of Felwood Forest occupied by demons. Unfortunately, although the armies of the Human Empire are using up all their strength,
Means to increase firepower, but their nascent engineering industry obviously cannot provide them with as terrifying firepower projection as the Dark Blade.
Fortunately, the arms dealers from the Black Iron Region always bring a lot of alternative artillery. Although they are not as good as the regular products of Dark Blade, they are actually quite useful when used on the battlefield against demons.
..If the quality is not enough, then quantity is needed.
"Bang"
There was a low sound, and half of the head of a high-level succubus who tried to sneak attack the advancing unit was torn open by a sniper bullet. Her slender and charming body seemed to have been hit hard by an invisible punch.
, the whole body flew backward.
"Kaka"
With two crisp sounds, the hot bullet case was pulled out of the gun chamber. A new, brass-colored, pointed bullet mixed with a trace amount of holy silver was pressed into the gun chamber. General Shandis Yuyue stood in a standing posture.
On the hills of Howling Wolf Valley, throughout the battlefield, she was looking for prey that qualified her to shoot.
The black sniper rifle in her hand does not look like a cheap item used by ordinary soldiers. The simple shape of this thing is very suitable for Shandris's shooting habits, and its accuracy is also amazing, thanks to the precision and acceleration engraved inside the gun.
As well as the Explosive Rune, this thing still maintains unimaginable accuracy and lethality at a distance of 3500... This is almost the farthest arrow distance that General Shandis can shoot with the Horned Eagle Bow.
This thing is General Shandris's "new favorite". She calls it "Black Lightning". She ordered it from the Black Iron District arms dealer Black Lightning at the price of three diamonds passed down from the time of Queen Azshara.
The Silmarillion, if calculated using a special weapon grading model, covers almost all the advanced military technology in the entire Black Iron Zone. It can be regarded as an epic weapon.
"Shandeis! Shandis!"
The voice of Lunala, the eldest daughter of the forest, reached the ears of General Shandis who entered sniper mode. The moment before Lunara, who rushed up the hillside at the speed of a herd charge, arrived, Shandis's fingers once again
The trigger was pulled.
"Bang"
1,500 meters away, a flash of blood appeared on the chest of a high-level eredar warlock who had just walked out of the small portal. Shandis could even see his shocked expression, which made General Yuyue feel a little strange.
She enjoys the feeling of hunting. The most important thing is that compared to the sniper bow that will make her arms sore after being pulled out dozens of times, this cute gadget in her hand can support her to hunt freely.
Until the bullets run out.
"What's wrong? Lunara?"
Shandis carried her sniper rifle behind her back. She brushed her long hair and looked at her good friend. Lunala still held the wooden war spear. The dryad's fighting style determined that she could not do too much.
Although she uses thermal weapons, the row of black high-explosive holy silver grenades hanging on the belt of the eldest daughter of the forest will definitely make the devil who underestimates her suffer a big loss.
"Battle report! I received the battle report from the front line!"
The eldest daughter of the forest said anxiously:
"There is a leak in the defense line of Mount Hyjal. The demons have crossed the first line of defense and are attacking the second line of defense. The entire Mount Hyjal has been alarmed, and there are Nagas on the Dark Coast... Nagas have appeared on the Dark Coast!
There are a lot of them. They have landed on the coast of Ashenvale and are now heading towards Astrana. There are still some civilians who have not been moved."
Astrana, that is the largest city of the night elves in Ashenvale. After hearing these two bad news, Shandris' previous good mood completely disappeared. The night elves' southern commander rubbed his forehead and thought.
After a moment, she said to Lunara:
"Send a request for me, Lunara. Only the dryads under your command can be so fast. Let the orcs' legion from the Stonetalon Mountains go to Astrana to resist the Naga through the Stonetalon Trail.
Mount Hyjal...I'll go there!"
"Are you alone?"
The eldest daughter of the forest looked at her friend with some worry. Shandris sighed and said to Lunala:
"Of course I'm not the only one, but to open the road to Felwood, even if we rely on humans' super firepower, it will take at least 2 days. We can't wait that long... I must use the leapfrog tactic as quickly as possible.
Return to Mount Hyjal quickly, don’t forget, Rige has betrayed us, the omissions in that position were probably caused by her, I must rush back!"
"Ouch!"
Just as Shandris was speaking, a low roar resounded throughout the battlefield. Shandris looked back, and between the huge green light beams, a huge creature appeared on the battlefield where the Seventh Legion and the demons were fighting fiercely.
, behind her, Lunala shouted happily:
"Lord Agamaggan is here! As expected, it still hasn't given up on us...even if we...even if we did something wrong."
"Yes, wilderness demigod..."
Shandis looked at the powerful Agamaggan lowering his head and starting a crazy unparalleled grass-cutting scene among the demons, as well as the mixed army of humans and orcs that quickly rushed behind Agamaggan. Her beautiful eyes
There was a flash of darkness, but it was fleeting.
"With the help of Agamaggan, the battlefield in Felwood is no longer a problem. Listen to me, Lunara, go and deliver the message immediately. Astrana cannot fall..."
After saying that, Shantis blew a loud whistle, and a huge purple hippogryph dotted with gems roared down from the sky and landed next to General Shantis. General Yuyue turned over and rode on his horn.
Eagle Beast, she looked back at the eldest daughter of the forest, and she smiled:
"Protect yourself, Lunala. After the war is over, I will treat you to a big meal at Mount Hyjal..."
Amidst the roar of the hippogryph's wings, the strong smell of gunpowder smoke entered Shandris's nostrils, and the cold wind blew against Shandris' faceplate. Under the bat-shaped eyepatch, Shandris
Staring intently at the end of the night in Felwood, shrouded in war, at the tall mountain range that glowed even in the darkness.
