Ice-cold snowflakes were falling in the sky of Mount Hyjal, and the extreme concentration of death power made the whole world become deathly silent.
No matter how noisy, no matter how hot the flames are, they will be crumbling due to the approaching cold, especially in this completely sealed ice coffin. Even if the destroyer Mannoroth has spent the last bit of strength in his body, he still cannot turn defeat into victory in the face of death.
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Its huge body was covered with pale death frost, like an ancient mammoth frozen in ice. Its broken back, torn wings, severed claws, torn chest,
All this represents the end of the abyss lord's twisted life. The green viscous blood exudes a disgusting aura, but before it can flow out from the wound, it is frozen again, like a piece of blood that is about to fall.
Like the green gems of the earth.
Until the last moment of his life, Maronos was resisting in a standard demonic posture. His remaining left paw was holding a heavy halberd, like a charging lance.
Stab that terrifying weapon into the enemy's chest, completely destroying the enemy.
Unfortunately, it will never have that chance again.
At the top of Maronos' Malicious Halberd, a gleam of evil energy was still shining faintly. On the front of its huge body, the star could still be seen from the cracks in the torn heart armor.
A completely frozen heart is like a solid shield.
This huge headless corpse is like a monument of war, representing the complete end of a disaster that covers the entire civilization. The evil curse shrouded in the body of the orcs constantly tortures the souls of the orcs, allowing them to recover little by little.
The debilitating disease, the cancer that spread in the old tribal days, is finally freed today.
Everything originated from the destroyer Maronoth. In the world of Draenor more than 30 years ago, on Kil'jaeden's throne in the Hellfire Peninsula, the traitor Gul'dan tempted the warlike orc chiefs to drink a cup of Golem.
Blood, those viscous and unknown fluids, stimulated greater potential in the bodies of the orcs, gave them more violent power, and then infused the will of destruction into the souls of the orcs through the demonic blood flowing through their bodies.
Driven by the restless desire for destruction in their hearts, the orcs turned into killers whose minds were controlled by demons, destroyers who roamed the world of death. They launched planned and premeditated attacks and massacred the Germans who once coexisted peacefully.
In the Lenny civilization, hundreds of thousands of star exiles died under the swords of violent orcs. This was Kil'jaeden's punishment for his former brother Velen's "betrayal", and the orcs, from that time on, became frauds.
The sharpest sword in the hands of a warrior.
The violent orcs destroyed their own world, making it desolate and dead, and then entered Azeroth with the help of the Dark Titan, pushing human civilization to the edge of the cliff in 8 years. If not
Gul'dan abandoned the orcs and embarked on his own destiny. I am afraid that human civilization will not be able to survive the arrival of the Dark Blade.
This is a disaster, a disaster that spans two worlds, several civilizations, and lasts for nearly 50 years... Even though the demon blood in the orcs' bodies has long dried up, the body that has been transformed by evil energy is still instinctively
The thirst for corrupted power and the empty torture make the orcs weak. What's even more terrifying is the destruction of the orcs' will by the demonic blood.
When 70% of the prime-age people of a race are infected with some kind of drug addiction that is difficult to get rid of, there is no hope for this race...
But now, the real source of demonic blood, the culprit who once polluted the entire orc civilization with his own blood, has died, and the source of corruption has completely disappeared at this moment.
"Ah, fallen souls are always at your fingertips..."
The great lord sitting above the dark sky was playing with a group of souls that gathered evil energy. Under the touch of his fingers, the powerful soul was constantly trying to fight back, but it was completely enveloped by the power of the realm of death.
On the battlefield, it can't go anywhere.
"You will give me a fine war machine, Mannoroth."
Tyrion placed the group of souls in front of his eyes. The high lord's ice-blue eyes carefully looked at the stubborn war soul in front of him. He smiled and whispered:
"Your combat skills, your war experience, and your instinctive desire and love for war will make you a good...food, yes...food."
"The first demigod of death in the Realm of Death, my loyal servant Arceus will thrive because of your "selfless devotion"..."
The great lord's fingers brushed through the cold air, and a young soul shepherd appeared in his arms. This young soul shone with a faint blue light. In the starlight-like brilliance, it seemed a little dazed.
Opening its eyes, it looked at Tyrion, then let out a cry of joy, and rubbed its head against Tyrion's arm affectionately.
The little guy tilted his head and began to look at the soul shining with evil energy in Tyrion's hand again. It seemed to smell the smell of food. It chirped happily, and then went to lick the soul, but was
Tyrion pressed his head to stop.
"It is a dangerous item covered in venom, my little cute Arceus... I must "wash" it clean before you can start enjoying it."
"Hui Hui"
The Soul Shepherd, which had begun to absorb the power of death in the wilderness of the Realm of Death, obediently stretched out its tongue and licked Tyrion's finger. Although it was only just born, it already had extremely high wisdom. It knew that Arceus
That's its name, and it seems like it likes it very much.
The great lord was sitting on the throne, stroking the head of the Soul Shepherd. He lowered his head and looked at the six orc chiefs on the battlefield who embraced death. His figure slowly disappeared into the wind of the spiritual world in the world of death.
The moment he disappeared, his voice also sounded in the hearts of the six chiefs and prophets.
"Farewell to them, my warriors. When dawn comes, the world of death will truly open its door to you... What you will join is a protracted war, a war that takes place outside the world.
War, I hope you can really prepare for it."
"Stop worrying and go to the battlefield."
"As for you, my old friend Ner'zhul, if you finally come out, don't rush back and come and sit in my hell."
"Wow"
The icy storm that enveloped this frosty battlefield was beating like some kind of response, and the next moment, the cold storm disappeared without a trace.
Grom, the war-song chief who was dragging the huge head of Maronos, looked back. In the dark night sky, the light of the North Star had dimmed. Dawn was coming, and there was not much time left for these dead ghosts.
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"Send all these troublesome elves to the rear!"
In the woodland outside the town of Astrana in Ashenvale, the orc warlord Brox Saurfang chopped off the head of a Naga warlord with a knife. The old orc who had been fighting for several hours
He kicked the headless corpse far away with his feet. Holding a battle ax full of green blood, he shouted to the orc soldiers around him:
"Don't let them interfere with our attack!"
"Shut up! Orc!"
On the other side, waving a sword and carrying a ghost claw wolf and a white tiger, the elf general Ryan Wolfwalker drove the ferocious Nagas out of the position and turned around and shouted:
"It's you who really should get out! This is the Kaldorei battlefield!"
"Then restrain your soldiers!"
Not to be outdone, Brooks retorted:
"Guys with thin arms and thin legs, don't come here to learn how to charge as a warrior. What you should do is stay back and shoot arrows!"
This undisguised contempt made General Lane grit her teeth, but when she looked back at the battlefield, she discovered that the orc warlord was angry for a reason.
The elven guards guarding Astrana launched a charge with the orc army from the source. However, the tired elven guards had no advantage at all when facing the tall and powerful Naga thugs, and were completely unable to confront them like the orcs.
Blocking Naga's counterattack, there was originally a neat battle line, but due to the retreat of the elven guards, the battle line would become uneven.
Such a charge not only limits the performance of the orc warriors, but also allows the Nagas to find the possibility of counterattack. These cunning soft-skinned snakes specialize in breaking through the lines defended by the elven guards. They only need to repel the elves to expose the enemy.
The orcs outside the battle line surrounded them.
"Astrana Army! Stand firm and defend the enemy with bows and arrows!"
Ryan Wolfwalker was also a veteran who had participated in the ancient war. After seeing the embarrassment of the elven guards, she immediately issued a new order. For a moment, the elves on the front line immediately retreated and drew out the battle bows behind their backs.
On the front they vacated, the orc warriors lined up horizontally, holding heavy weapons such as battle axes or war hammers, blocking the Naga's attack like a city wall.
Behind the human wall of the orcs, the elves used bows and arrows to launch waves of arrows. Those sharp arrows roared down from the sky, piercing the soft naga with kinetic energy, charging like snakes.
Great oppression.
"That's right."
Brox laughed wildly with satisfaction. He grabbed his battle ax and led his own soldiers to start another massacre on the flanks of the Naga position. Ryan Wolfwalker, who was responsible for guarding the Astrana position,
The general took this opportunity to withdraw from the battlefield... It was not that the veteran was afraid of fighting, but that she really needed a good rest.
Before the arrival of the orcs from the Stonetalon Mountains, she and her army had been fighting the Nagas here for a long time. There were many night elves civilians in the town of Astrana. In order to protect them, the Wolfwalkers did not even dare to
Mobilizing the army to break out can only carry out passive defense, and the number of Nagas landing this time is astonishing. They also used despicable sneak attack tactics. In fact, if it were not for the support of the orcs, I am afraid that the entire Astrana Army would have been destroyed.
The entire army was wiped out here.
To be honest, Wolf Walker didn't know why these orcs came to help them. As far as she knew, the relationship between elves and orcs was not particularly good, but this did not prevent the elf general from showing kindness to the orcs who came to help.
But just after Wolf Walker rested for less than 5 minutes, when she raised her head, she found that Brooks, who was like a killing machine just now, seemed to be sluggish now, just standing on the battlefield with a tomahawk.
In the center, seeing that he was about to be surrounded by several Nagas, Wolf Walker grabbed his bow and shot three arrows in an instant, knocking the sneak attack Nagas to the ground.
"What are you stunned for?"
General Lane shouted:
"Orc, are you looking for death?"
The shouts of friendly forces woke up Brox. The orc warlord shook his head in confusion. He stretched out his hand and touched his chest... At that moment, he could feel the torture in his body.
His demonic blood seemed to disappear, and the thirst for destruction and soul torture that constantly emerged from his body suddenly dissipated at this moment.
The old orc felt unprecedented freedom and ease, as if a heavy shackle that had been on his body was removed at this moment.
He moved his shoulders and felt the collision of bones. An indescribable feeling made the old orc's eyes widen. In front of his eyes, the whole world seemed to become vivid again. He couldn't help but straighten his body.
, that body that was always slightly hunched was completely straightened at this moment, and he could feel that a certain spirit that he had almost completely forgotten during the long period of torture returned to his body again.
Brooks turned around. Not only him, but all the mature orcs on the battlefield seemed to feel the long-lost freedom. This sudden gift made the orcs look very dazed, and they felt the constant flow of energy in their tired bodies.
The real power that belongs to the orcs, the freedom of the soul, is constantly pouring out, just like riding a wolf freely on the Nagrand grassland.
"We are free..."
Brooks took a deep breath and held the battle ax tightly. This old body seemed to have become stronger again because of the freedom of the spirit. The fatigue caused by the fierce battle was swept away at this moment.
, the refreshed orc warlord held his battle ax high, and his loud voice resounded throughout the battlefield at this moment:
"We are free! Orcs! The curse is over!"
"boom"
The renewed anger wrapped around Brox's body. The noisy fury was like a substantial flame, wrapping Brox's whole body. He waved the battle ax easily and slapped it fiercely.
The body of the Naga Warlord behind him swatted the huge monster away like an insect.
"Listen to my orders! Kill them all!"
The first ray of dawn shone on Brox through the shade of the trees. The old orc grabbed the orc war flag next to him with one hand. He dragged his battle ax and launched a fierce charge. Behind him, behind thousands of people
Under the rays of dawn, thousands of orcs shouted in unison, just like the endless war drums echoing in the Ashenvale forest.
"In the name of freedom and victory...defeat them!"
"lok "tar ogar!!!"
Amid the roars of the finally freed orcs, the darkness of Ashenvale dissipated, and the sky... dawned.
