Fenris's hair and beard were beaten into clumps by blood, and his eyes turned red. At this time, there were only less than 5,000 people left with him.
These five thousand orcs, in the fierce fighting, did not remember what their real purpose was, they only knew that they wanted to break out of the alliance's siege.
In the end, these orcs forgot about Ner'zhul, the tribe, the Dark Portal, and even their own race, leaving only the thought of killing them out.
However, after they actually fought their way out, Fenris and the five thousand orcs were completely stunned by the scene in front of them.
What appeared in front of them was the colorful sky in the distance.
The four dragon kings circled around the dark door and released magic. The mysterious skeleton below rattled all the joints in its body and roared silently towards the dragon kings. Its arms were wrapped with four colors of energy: khaki, light blue, red, and silver gray.
, forming a huge energy storm churning toward the sky.
This is a battle that does not belong to mortals at all. This battle will make the mortal race realize their own insignificance and fall into extreme fear.
Fenris' Adam's apple moved up and down, and his eyes widened. The scene in front of him made his brain think of the purpose of his breakout after a brief shutdown.
'Where did Ner'zhul go... What is this in front of me... He really made this big guy come alive...'
Just when Fenris was confused, Turalyon, Danaus and others led the army to once again surround the last orcs. Turalyon hated Fenris for hurting Alleria during the desperate breakout, and Turalyon hated Fenris for hurting Alleria during the desperate breakout.
On the other hand, he lamented that in such a desperate situation, this guy could still break out.
"Follow me! Destroy them..."
Danas waved his sword and wanted to give the order to attack, but his words were stopped by Li De who was riding Zhaoxia.
"Stop, they have lost, our allies have something to say."
Only then did Danas and the others notice that there were less than five thousand orcs at the end. They looked really miserable. Five thousand orcs couldn't even put together a complete set of clothes!
One-eyed ones, one-eared ones, missing arms, broken legs... there are all such orcs everywhere you look.
Drek'Thar came to the front of the commanders and spoke to them sincerely.
"The main force of the orcs has been completely wiped out, and the Ner'zhul tribe has been effectively defeated.
Please give these last orcs a chance to survive. After all, these orcs are different from Gul'dan's old tribe. They have never left the Swamp of Sorrows. Apart from fighting with the Alliance's army, they have never killed a single civilian in Azeroth.
.
Please give me a chance to persuade them to surrender."
Hearing what Drek'tar said, Turalyon and the others also relaxed a little in their attitudes. When Drek'tar negotiated with Lothar, both sides put forward their own conditions.
What Drektar proposed was to leave the last spark of fire for the orc race. Now that Drektar proposed to persuade Fenris and the orcs to surrender, he first obtained Lothar's approval before passing through the teleportation method.
Men came here and made this request to everyone.
"Chief Drek'Thar Shaman, we can trust you. But we must make it clear that we will only accept the unconditional surrender of Fenris!"
After discussing with Turalyon, Li De finally made such a request.
Drek'Thar agreed with the conditions of unconditional surrender. Although he found it difficult to persuade Fenris in this way, he was willing to give it a try for the sake of the orc race.
…
"Oh, you want me to surrender? Just kill me."
Everything that happened in front of him made Fenris understand that the giant skeleton in Frostfire Ridge was the last arrangement of Ner'zhul. This ancient giant became Ner'zhul's puppet, and it completely blocked the orcs' way home.
Fenris, who realized that he had been deceived by a centuries-old scam, was extremely sad.
"It's easy for you to die, but you haven't thought about the orcs behind you? Surrender, even if you only say you are surrendering to the Frostwolf Clan and not the Alliance."
Drek'Thar finally chose a compromise plan, but Fenris still refused to accept it.
"Oh, forget it. I thank you for your kindness. Durotan has a good vision. You are indeed a person worth entrusting to me. It is indeed right for the Frostwolf clan to entrust you to me.
You can live peacefully in this world, but I am different from you. I cannot depend on others and live like a bereaved dog. If I cannot conquer, I might as well die!"
Hearing what Fenris said, Drek'Thar was speechless. He knew that this was Fenris' character. As the eldest son of the three Frostwolf brothers, he was clearly the first in line to succeed, but Drek'Thar still decided to leave.
He became the chief of the Thunder King Clan through killing and conquest.
"We will not surrender. Inexplicable wars and successive deceptions... The orcs are tired. The orcs want to go home. Even if I die, I will die in Frostfire Ridge..."
Fenris murmured, and suddenly his expression became particularly fierce.
"Tell the Alliance that the orcs will not surrender! But if they want to kill us, there is no need to bother them! Please clear a way for us, the orcs want to go home!"
Drek'Thar brought Fenris's words back to the Alliance. Li De was speechless, Turalyon was noncommittal, and Danas had a rich expression... Most people did not understand Fenris's behavior of willing to die.
If they continue to fight with the trapped beasts of the Alliance, they may still die, but at least they can still cause some harm to the Alliance. But now the battle between the Dragon Kings and the huge skeleton, if they get involved rashly, there will definitely not even be ashes left.
.
Everyone in the Alliance didn't understand, but Drek'Thar understood that the orcs were a race with a tendency to self-destruct.
"Horde! Charge..."
When Fenris spoke, he was actually weak, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out of a broken bellows.
The five thousand orcs behind him were all moving forward with difficulty. Ner'zhul abandoned all the orcs, and this war instantly became meaningless to the orcs.
"Haha... Ner'zhul's dog, I didn't expect you to be abandoned by that guy too."
When passing by a pit, Fenris noticed Kargath lying in it. This guy was also in very bad physical condition. When Ner'zhul evacuated, he blocked the road with a huge skeleton and did not take him with him at all.
"Ha ha……"
Kargas smiled miserably. He suddenly thought of the arakkoa whom he threw down from the Arak Peaks. That guy was in the same mood as he is now, right?
"We want to go home. If you want to go home too, just follow us."
Fenris sent a suicide invitation to Kargas. Kargas nodded with a grin, climbed out of the pit with difficulty, and followed Fenris' team.
The orcs launched their final charge towards the Dark Portal, and at that time the battle between the dragon kings and the huge skeletons also entered a fever pitch.
The one who is most angry about this inexplicable skeleton is the Blue Dragon King. The crazy Dragon King is also a Dragon King. Malygos has been caught in his hands like a mouse before. The Blue Dragon King cannot let go of this humiliation.
"Buzz..."
Just under the Blue Dragon King's neck hangs a gorgeous spherical pendant. This spherical pendant is composed of two hemispheres joined together, with mysterious carving patterns on it.
Following Malygos's spell, the carvings on the pendant emitted a dreamy light, and the materialized arcane energy converged on the pendant.
"Malygos! Pay attention to controlling the power of the Focusing Iris! If you blow up the Dark Portal, we won't be able to catch Deathwing!"
This thing is one of the two most powerful artifacts created by the Blue Dragon King: the Focusing Iris. It can concentrate a massive amount of arcane energy at one point and release it. It can even absorb the entire arcane energy of Azeroth and destroy it with one strike.
world!
"boom!!!"
A flood of arcane energy poured towards the huge skeleton, and this blow successfully broke half of the skeleton's arm!
However, the scene that happened next made the Dragon Kings feel chilled. The huge skeleton opened its mouth and roared silently, and then the broken forearm was automatically connected back to the body of the huge skeleton!
Now the Dragon Kings really don't know how to deal with this big guy. If the Focusing Iris activates its maximum power, it will definitely be enough to destroy this guy with one blow, but if that happens, the Dark Portal will disappear without a trace.
trace.
Nozdormu, who had the most mysterious power among the dragon kings, did not dare to act rashly.
Although he still doesn't know the details of this huge skeleton, he has already felt that this big guy was definitely a high-ranking Titan creation during his lifetime! His power, and the Guardian Dragon... and even the Titan Guardians are of the same origin.
!
It was precisely because of this that Nozdormu did not use time magic rashly.
Because he is not sure what kind of changes the time flow will bring to this guy when it is entangled with this skeleton.
…
Ner'zhul, who had already stepped onto the steps of the Dark Temple, sighed silently as he thought about the fierce battle that was probably taking place outside the Dark Gate.
When making a magic puppet out of the huge skeleton on Frostfire Ridge, I actually read a memory from ancient times from the bones that had long since lost their vitality!
Such a huge "Crosso" is actually just the descendant of the life "Grond" created by the Titan!
‘There is such an existence as Titan... Who am I in front of that kind of existence?
Is there a possibility that even Titan is not the end of power...
Where is the end of the universe? What does my existence mean?’
Ner'zhul realized deeply that he could no longer think about these things. If he continued to think about these things, he would become nothing.
'It's a pity that such a powerful power can't really be used by me. I tried my best to suppress its consciousness, and it can only be a puppet guarding the gate...'
…
Fenris's hair and beard were beaten into clumps by blood, and his eyes turned red. At this time, there were only less than 5,000 people left with him.
These five thousand orcs, in the fierce fighting, did not remember what their real purpose was, they only knew that they wanted to break out of the alliance's siege.
In the end, these orcs forgot about Ner'zhul, the tribe, the Dark Portal, and even their own race, leaving only the thought of killing them out.
However, after they actually fought their way out, Fenris and the five thousand orcs were completely stunned by the scene in front of them.
What appeared in front of them was the colorful sky in the distance.
The four dragon kings circled around the dark door and released magic. The mysterious skeleton below rattled all the joints in its body and roared silently towards the dragon kings. Its arms were wrapped with four colors of energy: khaki, light blue, red, and silver gray.
, forming a huge energy storm churning toward the sky.
This is a battle that does not belong to mortals at all. This battle will make the mortal race realize their own insignificance and fall into extreme fear.
Fenris' Adam's apple moved up and down, and his eyes widened. The scene in front of him made his brain think of the purpose of his breakout after a brief shutdown.
'Where did Ner'zhul go... What is this in front of me... He really made this big guy come alive...'
Just when Fenris was confused, Turalyon, Danaus and others led the army to once again surround the last orcs. Turalyon hated Fenris for hurting Alleria during the desperate breakout, and Turalyon hated Fenris for hurting Alleria during the desperate breakout.
On the other hand, he lamented that in such a desperate situation, this guy could still break out.
"Follow me! Destroy them..."
Danas waved his sword and wanted to give the order to attack, but his words were stopped by Li De who was riding Zhaoxia.
"Stop, they have lost, our allies have something to say."
Only then did Danas and the others notice that there were less than five thousand orcs at the end. They looked really miserable. Five thousand orcs couldn't even put together a complete set of clothes!
One-eyed ones, one-eared ones, missing arms, broken legs... there are all such orcs everywhere you look.
Drek'Thar came to the front of the commanders and spoke to them sincerely.
"The main force of the orcs has been completely wiped out, and the Ner'zhul tribe has been effectively defeated.
Please give these last orcs a chance to survive. After all, these orcs are different from Gul'dan's old tribe. They have never left the Swamp of Sorrows. Apart from fighting with the Alliance's army, they have never killed a single civilian in Azeroth.
.
Please give me a chance to persuade them to surrender."
Hearing what Drek'tar said, Turalyon and the others also relaxed a little in their attitudes. When Drek'tar negotiated with Lothar, both sides put forward their own conditions.
What Drektar proposed was to leave the last spark of fire for the orc race. Now that Drektar proposed to persuade Fenris and the orcs to surrender, he first obtained Lothar's approval before passing through the teleportation method.
Men came here and made this request to everyone.
"Chief Drek'Thar Shaman, we can trust you. But we must make it clear that we will only accept the unconditional surrender of Fenris!"
After discussing with Turalyon, Li De finally made such a request.
Drek'Thar agreed with the conditions of unconditional surrender. Although he found it difficult to persuade Fenris in this way, he was willing to give it a try for the sake of the orc race.