Fording once turned into an undead creature, and in the Moonlight Grove, he turned back into a living person with the help of the power of the moon god.
With a status like Saurfang, he has long known this huge secret.
If Dranosh could be resurrected...
Such a picture appeared in King Saurfang's mind.
Orcs have no concept of good and evil, only the worship of the strong. With the support of the Scourge, Dranosh returns to Orgrimmar with endless glory and will definitely be warmly welcomed by his tribe.
The Saurfang family has since gained the strength to compete with Thrall.
Although the Scourge has been weakened and there are various unfavorable rumors, King Saurfang believes that the Scourge is still a force that cannot be underestimated in Azeroth.
With the Scourge as his backer, the blind orc who dares to disobey will be in a much better situation than the current situation.
Thinking of this, Saurfang's heart moved and he lowered his voice and said:
"Dranosh, I am very sad about your death. After all, you and I are father and son. If there is anything we cannot talk about, maybe we can communicate in private."
Dranosh saw through King Saurfang's thoughts at a glance, grinned and sneered: "Stupid old orc, the Scourge will not accept you. Your hands are stained with the blood of innocent people, and only death is yours." The true destination, I hope your soul will never rest in peace."
King Saurfang's thoughts were exposed in public, and he suddenly became angry from shame:
"Dranosh, don't blame me for ignoring the relationship between father and son. You are dead today. Brave orcs, attack and clear the door for the Saurfang family."
King Saurfang led his own soldiers and launched a fierce battle with Dranosh's undead orcs. The king's target was Dranosh. The two orcs entered a violent state at the same time, and the two battle axes chopped together.
After all, Dranosh was taught by King Saurfang, and their moves are exactly the same.
It's just that Dranosh is younger and more powerful. He is an outstanding one among the many heirs of King Saurfang, and he beat King Saurfang back again and again.
King Saurfang was unable to resist, but he was not afraid at all and said coldly:
"I'm sorry, my son, there are some moves I didn't teach you."
A sharp battle ax lit up behind Dranosh. It was another King Saurfang. The two wore exactly the same armor.
Unexpectedly, Delanoche was already prepared. He saw the shadow behind him from the bright mirror-like ax blade, and immediately turned around to parry the battle axe.
"Saurfang, King of Sneak Attacks, I know your tricks very well, it means nothing to me." Dranosh said proudly, showing no clue when facing the attacks of the two Saurfang kings.
"Do you think this is the end?" King Saurfang sneered sinisterly.
Behind Dranosh, another sharp battle ax lit up, and the third King Saurfang came out of the shadows and slashed at Dranosh's back.
Dranosh finally couldn't resist, and the sharp battle ax struck his back.
The battle ax cut into Dranosh's body, but was quickly blocked, and was firmly sucked in, unable to be pulled out. Dranosh said coldly:
"Father, have you forgotten that I am an undead creature? The Scourge gave me a steel-like skeleton. Your battle ax is meaningless. Let you see my true power."
Five bright red blood beasts appeared at Dranosh's feet and fiercely pounced on the three Saurfang kings.
These blood beasts are like red ooze monsters, with countless terrifying tentacles and spikes, wrapping King Saurfang's legs. The three King Saurfang wielded their battle axes to chop these blood beasts, but the blood
The beast is like a ball of liquid that cannot be chopped into pieces.
The tentacles of the blood beast seeped into the gaps in the armor, spraying out streams of venom, which contained terrifying corrosive power and toxicity.
Not long after, the three Saurfang kings could no longer stand up. Their legs were completely corroded, toxins invaded their bodies, and their skin turned an unknown black color.
Dranosh stepped forward and opened the helmet of the first King Saurfang. What he saw was a young face that looked exactly like King Saurfang.
Dranosh frowned and opened the other two helmets. There was no real King Saurfang.
Real heroes rarely come to battle in person. They always like to strategize and win from thousands of miles away.
King Saurfang is so cunning, and he doesn't know where he is hiding. Dranosh knows that these are just three of the hundreds of illegitimate children of King Saurfang, and they are Dranosh's brothers.
Dranosh snorted coldly, chopped off the head of one of the Saurfang kings, and shouted loudly: "The head of the Saurfang king is here, why don't you surrender quickly?"
King Saurfang's subordinates were all elite, and they originally had the absolute upper hand.
Helplessly, when the news of King Saurfang's death came, morale was suddenly low, and the battle line collapsed instantly. Many veterans lost their courage and took the initiative to lay down their weapons and surrender.
Although Dranosh lost more than half of his undead orcs, he was the ultimate victor, capturing more orcs than the surviving undead orcs.
Dranosh looked at the pale Jaina not far away and said with a smile:
"Beautiful Ms. Gianna, I once pursued you, but you were unfaithful to me. This is my gift to you. I hope you can accept it."
Dranosh grabbed the fake Overlord Saurfang's head and threw it at Jaina's feet.
Jaina is very smart and knows well not to launch an attack on the Scourge without Thrall's order, even if the opponent has just experienced a fierce battle.
What's more, deep down in her heart, she was always afraid of the Lich King Arthas.
Carrying the false head of King Saurfang, Jaina commanded the coalition forces to retreat slowly.
Jaina didn't want to take a look at the disgusting orc head, but one of her subordinates noticed something unusual and found a magic gem wrapped in parchment in the gap between the head and the armor.
This is a precious communication gem with dozens of runes engraved on it, which can only be opened according to a specific magic code.
There was a line of words written on the parchment wrapping the gem, ordering Jaina to give the gem to the former guardian Aegwynn.
It came from within the Scourge Legion and could command Jaina. The smart Jaina quickly understood that it could only be the captured original divine envoy.
"Has Dranosh already made contact with the original divine envoy?"
Jaina analyzed this possibility. She could not decipher the runes on the communication gem. After hesitating for a long time, she decided to send the gem to Aegwynn.
In Theramore's mage tower, Aegwynn slowly drank tea, carefully looked at the communication gem, and said with a smile:
"The Scourge captured the original god, but unexpectedly they laid the foundation for disaster. The origin of the original god is mysterious. It is older than Azeroth itself. It is proficient in all kinds of strange magic. How can young Arthas be able to
Comparable."
Jaina's doubts flashed across her face, but she didn't dare to raise an opinion when facing Guardian Aegwynn.
Aegwynn noticed something unusual about Jaina and said with a smile:
"Are you worried that this is a trick of the Scourge? Don't worry, look at the runes on this gem. These are runes passed down by the moon god Elune. They are used to connect the angels with us. Even if Arthas tortures
The runes are created, but there is no special technique and it is absolutely impossible to imitate."
Aegwynn has lived for too long, and her judgments on certain things have become deeply ingrained in her mind.