Yolin, who was driving a Frostsaber toward the battlefield, suddenly felt his heart twitch.
It was not pain, but a kind of panic that arose in the heart of this young orc. As a talented warlock, he knew very well that these signs often represented something not good.
He looked towards the battlefield, and in the shining light, he seemed to see an illusion of his father dying on the battlefield, which made the young man's breathing become heavier.
"Wake up, Yolin!"
A low voice sounded next to the young orc, which brought Yolin out of the cold illusion. He raised his head and looked at the old orc riding a strange nightmare beast beside him. The nightmare beast was like a black war horse.
The same thing, but the horses' hooves were burning with cold flames, leaving scorched hoof prints along the way.
But even more noteworthy is the orc riding on the Nightmare Beast... Orgrim Doomhammer.
A person who should have died.
The orc chief wore a set of black armor, with pauldrons decorated with dragon heads on his shoulders, a ferocious black war hammer on his back, and an almost full-face horned war helmet on his head. This extreme
The dark-style armor is not the traditional style of the orcs, but with Orgrim's broad and strong body, wearing this armor looks even more domineering.
"Great Chief, are you...are you really okay?"
Yolin couldn't help but ask, and Orgrim, who was driving the nightmare beast towards the battlefield, let out a low laugh:
"No, Yolin, I have a problem, and it's a big problem... I surrendered to death. I accepted such a cursed power and stayed in the world of the living as a humble ghost in order to preserve the last hope of the tribe.
...A curse, the curse that hangs over the entire orc clan, will be lifted, tonight."
The moment Orgrim finished speaking, a dark green pillar of fire rose up on the battlefield ahead. When he saw the pillar of fire, a cold light flashed through Orgrim's eyes under his helmet.
He stretched out his left hand and clasped it on Yolin's shoulder. At the moment of contact, the young orc felt an indescribable coldness rush into his body along his arm, making half of his body and soul feel the bone-piercing chill.
The cold.
"Bang"
Yolin was thrown on the horse behind the saddle of the Nightmare Beast, and Orgrim said in a deep voice:
"Hurry up!"
"Wow"
The great chief grabbed the reins of the horse, and the nightmare beast that had always been silent raised its front hooves. As the black fire flashed, the entire armored black horse seemed to be trampling on the air, rushing into the sky at extremely fast speeds, and was extremely smooth.
, just like running on the invisible earth.
"ah!"
The sudden liftoff caused the young orc to scream in surprise, while the warchief driving the nightmare beast shook his head:
"Wherever death goes, even the sky... is a battlefield for us to ride on..."
"Hold on, kids...I'm coming..."
"We...are coming!"
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"Say! Answer me!"
The front hooves of the Destroyer Maronos stepped on Thrall's burnt body. It was like playing a clumsy game. With the front hooves exerting force little by little, Thrall opened his mouth in pain.
A mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs spurted out.
"Answer me! Do you want to kneel down? Or do you want to die?"
"Sal!"
Garrosh, whose entire back was burned to a bloody pulp, grabbed Kilrogg's scorching hunting club, roared, and staggered over to rescue his brother. Dranosh followed behind him.
But before the two young orcs could get close to the Abyss Lord, they were "swatted" away by the roaring halberds.
"Know your identities, rats!"
Mannoroth scolded disdainfully:
"It's not your turn yet..."
Its eyes once again fell on the struggling Sal, and its ugly inverted triangular head was full of a taunting and terrifying smile:
"You are in pain, aren't you, orc? You don't want to kneel down to me? It doesn't matter... I am a very generous person."
As it spoke, Mannoroth took a step back. Its thick claws held its sharp double-headed war spear, and pointed the sharp tip of the spear at Thrall in front of it. It whispered:
"Then go to hell, reptile! You only deserve to be...crushed to death!"
At the moment when the Destroyer's war spear whizzed down, a black figure fell from the sky. In the deep roar, Orgrim held the hammer in both hands, accumulating all his strength, and the cold power given by death was layered layer by layer.
It was wrapped around the war hammer, making it extremely thick. During the swing, it even brought up a bit of cold storm that penetrated into the bone marrow.
"Get your dirty hands...away!"
"Bang"
The dark war hammer hit the top of Mannoroth's head hard. The collision of death and evil energy caused the destroyer to let out a strange scream. Its head was smashed to the ground by the huge force, and its front hooves stepped on it.
The ground was exploding everywhere, showing the brute force of this blow, and half of the Destroyer's head was frozen, but the Destroyer was not willing to just admit defeat. Under the pressure of the huge force, it
He crazily used his war spear to prop up his body to prevent himself from falling to the ground.
"Wow"
The black figure flashed away. When the destroyer raised his head again, a quarter of the ferocious bone plate like a crown on its head had been smashed. It looked quite embarrassed, and the vicious eyes were
While watching, Orgrim was placing Thrall in his arms on the ground behind him. The old orc, wrapped in thick armor, stared at the destroyer in front of him and said in a low voice:
"After you colluded with Gul'dan to spread the curse of demon blood on the souls of orcs, I have been looking for you for a long time, demon... Today, I finally found you, and the only thing I regret is... I'm afraid I can't
You will be killed here as a pure orc..."
"it's a pity..."
"Bang"
The heavy halberd in the Destroyer's hand hit the ground hard. In the earthquake-like vibration, it took a step forward, and the evil fire burning in its eyes exploded like this:
"Ah, finally here comes someone who can fight? Do you know how bored I am tonight?"
"Come on! Fight...you idiot!"
Facing the Saboteur's violent invitation to fight, Orgrim did not step forward immediately. On the contrary, he looked at the sky, as if waiting for something. He did not even look at Mannoroth, and said softly:
"Wait a minute, the fun of this revenge battle should not be enjoyed by me alone, the destroyer Maronos, tonight... there are many "old friends" who will come to play with you... until you finish playing."
Until you have fun."
"Click"
Under the dark night, the sky of Mount Hyjal was like glass shattered by some force. At this moment, endless cracks appeared in the sky, reflecting blue-purple light, like another world and the present world.
The channel is open normally.
"Wow"
Carrying the Blood Roar battle ax entangled with black fire and wearing a set of black armor with a clan style, Grom took a step from the sky and fell into the battlefield below like a meteor, where the hunting sound sounded,
Amidst the sound of the trumpet coming from an unknown place, the war-song chief who accepted the power of death landed on his feet. As the ground shook, he raised his head, and his black eyes stared at the destroyer like a volcano of evil energy in front of him:
"On the throne of Kil'jaeden, I am the first orc chief to drink the blood of demons, but tonight, I am honored to personally solve the disaster caused by me."
"Bang"
Grom held the battle ax Blood Roar covered in black flames in his hand, and he said in a deep voice:
"It's time to settle old scores, Mannoroth, I, Grommash Hellscream, come on behalf of the countless wronged souls of the Warsong clan that you destroyed!"
"Is it just you two?"
Mannoroth felt from the blow just now that the power of Death-incarnated Orgrim was not as strong as it, so even if the two guys were put together, it was not impossible to deal with it, but it might take a little... small effort.
Small price.
But how could the Lord of the Abyss, who was madly eager for destruction and battle, back down in the face of battle?
Its huge dragon-like body took a step forward, and the burning evil energy enveloped it. Its deep voice sounded on the battlefield:
"I clearly remember how you rats shared my blood in that sad little world... So, out of so many rats at that time, are you two the only ones who dare to stand in front of me now? This is you
Orc courage? Bah!”
"Sorry, I'm late..."
The moment Maronos finished his words, a hoarse voice sounded behind him. The destroyer turned around and saw Kargas, who had been burned just now and only had one breath left. Blade Fist also climbed up from the ground.
When he stood up, a black flame quickly covered his body like a fire, and burned out in the next moment. What was left behind turned into a man wearing black leather armor and a skull mask on his head, with his hands transformed.
Orcs who became fist blades burning with black fire.
Kargath's roaring voice came from under the skull mask:
"I, Kargath Blade Fist, represent the Shattered Hand clan and return from death, just for tonight's trial!"
"And I...ah, it hurts so much!"
Chief Fenris of the Thunder King clan, who was burned alive to protect three young men, also moved his shoulders and stood up from the place where he died. Like Kargas, the black flames reshaped him in an extreme time.
body, and gave him a new ferocious image.
Like a death hunter, with the chain armor decorated with skulls, the black spider-like battle helmet, and the battle spear slung behind him, he moved his hands, and sharp black metal claws stabbed from his fists.
Out, under the reflection of the black fire, what reflected in Fenris's eyes was a touch of fatal frost.
"In my name, the Thunderlord clan will participate in tonight's trial... Mannoroth, the Destroyer... In the name of Draenor..."
"You...are sentenced to death!"
Kilrogg. Deadeye moved his neck and finished what Fenris had not finished. Apparently, the old chief of the Bloodring Clan had accepted the gift of death just like his brother. The armor on his body was much better than that of Orgrim.
, appeared thinner and thinner, but the decoration on the black armor showed Kilrogg's fanatical pursuit of death.
After completing the Dead Eye Ritual, everyone in the Dead Eye family can see the illusion of death. This is an orc bloodline that pursues death. Now, he embraces death and draws new power from it.
Kilrogg reached out to Garrosh, who was half kneeling on the ground, and the latter handed him the hunting stick that belonged to Kilrogg. The moment the hunting stick returned to the owner's hand, black flames wrapped around it.
Add it to this hunting stick, making it more ferocious and deadly.
"The Blood Ring Clan...join this trial! We have been waiting for too long..."
"Wow"
A door filled with the power of death opened on the battlefield. Drek'Thar, the Death Sage with black strips on his eyes, wearing a set of black robes, holding a skeleton warhammer in one hand and a pale soul-inducing lamp in the other, emerged from
Slowly walking out of the fog of death, the seriously injured shaman who was supposed to be waiting for death in the ruins of Azshara seemed to have signed a contract with a certain being.
He "looked" at the unconscious Sal, and he let out a long sigh. This always wise shaman, this elder who single-handedly introduced Sal to the way of shamanism, was sweeping across the fallen leaves with a desolate voice like the autumn wind.
The voice said:
"The Frostwolf clan...is here! The trial...continues!"
Six death chiefs representing different clans surrounded the destroyer Maronos who no longer spoke wildly. The scorching temperature before this battlefield had become extremely cold due to the gathering of the power of death, and even the earth
There was a layer of frost and snow, and just before the final battle began, a cold wind blew across the battlefield. At the moment when the cold wind came, something like a shadow appeared in everyone's ears.
The same sound.
"The Shadowmoon clan... Ner'zhul... join the trial!"
The moment the sound appeared, Tyrande, the high priest of the moon who had just seriously injured the demon assassin Akali, suddenly raised her head. She could feel that a terrifying spirit appeared in the form of a will incarnation.
On this battlefield, even she felt trembling because of the death that filled the air.
For other people on the battlefield, a layer of dark fog has completely enveloped the area, and no one can see what is happening in the fog.
"In the name of Draenor orc civilization...Brothers, the curse of demon blood will end tonight, and the orcs will be truly free...just tonight..."
"The source of all evil, the beginning of disaster, it is right in front of you... Come, brothers, for the sins it has committed in the past... tear it apart!"
At the moment when the last battle of its life began, the destroyer Maronos raised his head with feeling. This ugly and ferocious demon had already felt that it was doomed tonight, but what it couldn't figure out was...
Who is in charge of all this?
And just when it raised its head, it saw... the mastermind behind all this.
The great lord Tyrion sat in the throne where the power of death gathered. Above the dark night sky, he crossed his legs very relaxedly and leaned on the back of the throne. He put his left hand on the armrest and tapped lightly with his fingers.
Ang Bing's blue eyes looked at the destroyer below. There was calmness and indifference in his eyes, like a god looking down on the world.
He casually threw the wine glass filled with fine wine in his right hand to the ground, as if he was saying goodbye to a corpse.
"Bang"
The wine glass filled with fine wine shattered at this moment, and the deep sound was like the last evening bell... ringing.
