The Tol'vir are famous for their Titan creations, but they have never developed skills such as the art of war. War depends entirely on courage. The dark elder Takaheng has a loud voice, and his voice can be heard far away:
"Humble Ramukahen, your emperor is just Thrall's mount, your status is so low, like the tauren and pandaren, you have become the food of the orcs, what qualifications do you have to call yourself a To'vir clan."
"shut up?"
King Faoris retorted loudly: "Thall is the savior of Azeroth."
The dark elder Takaheng asked: "Lamukaheng, are you willing to be eaten by orcs?"
"Being eaten by orcs is the honor of the Ramukahen clan." A voice shouted, coming from the Neferset camp.
Takahen echoed: "Yes, the lowly Ramukahen is just food for the orcs."
The sound spread far away, and Ramukaheng's morale was low, and he looked at King Faoris with an unfriendly look.
Thrall was very unhappy and hit King Faoris on the head with the war hammer of destruction: "What are you waiting for? Destroy these Nefersets."
King Faoris was hit hard on the head, buzzed, and hurriedly shouted: "For Azeroth."
Ramukahen took the lead in charging, but Takahen just smiled and directed the Neferset people to form a formation to resist.
In the center of the Neferset battle formation, the gorgeously dressed ritual priests began to cast spells, channeling the power of the sun obelisk.
The three Tol'vir tribes all have an obelisk. Ramukaheng is the obelisk of the stars, and the Osis people are the obelisk of the moon. They can only function at night. Only Neferset's sun obelisk can be used at night. Use during the day.
The three Tol'vir clans have been fighting for a long time and are very familiar with each other. King Faoris knew that he could not let the ritual priest complete the spell casting, so he prepared to lead the elite team to charge into the battle in person, interrupting the ritual priest's spell casting. Unexpectedly, he felt a pain in the back of his head, and was struck by Thrall again. Knocked hard.
"Idiot, do you want to take me to die? I am the great savior Thrall. You have seen that savior personally go into battle to kill the enemy."
King Faoris was in pain and almost forgot that Thrall was on his back.
Since ancient times, all great figures have cherished their lives and tried to avoid going to battle in person.
Of course, in the history books, you can describe yourself as extremely brave, taking the lead in the charge in every battle, taking the initiative to avoid arrows and thunder stones when you are destined to do so.
King Faoris could only retreat to the back.
There was no king to lead the charge, and Ramukahen was already low in morale. He charged several times in a row, but still failed to break through Neferset's defense.
The Ritual Priest completed the spellcasting, and the power of the Sun Obelisk crossed half of Uldum, covering Neferset with a layer of golden light.
"The time has come to fight back and destroy this group of humble Ramukahen."
The dark elder Takahen took the lead in charging, with golden light flowing, covering Neferset with a layer of golden armor. The weapon in his hand was radiant, with powerful burning damage.
Ramukahen's battle formation was instantly overwhelmed. King Faoris knew that the situation was over and hurriedly commanded the team to intercept and lead the team to retreat. Seeing this, Thrall was not interested in fighting and cursed King Faoris as a waste.
The Nefersets were killing them all the way, and Dark Elder Takaheng felt a palpitation in his heart, as something in his blood was calling him.
The clear sky suddenly became covered with clouds, endless thunder and lightning gathered, and a dark portal appeared towering over the sky.
A tall figure stepped through the portal, looking at the chaotic battlefield with lightning-like eyes, his old face calm and intimidating.
"Guardian Leiden." Dark Elder Takaheng was stunned.
"Great Guardian Leiden, save me." King Faoris begged, with a look of surprise on his face.
After endless years, Raiden finally left Pandaria and entered Uldum in his true form.
"A bunch of trash." Raiden yelled, and then showed a shy expression: "Dear savior Thrall, I'm late."
Thrall snorted from his nostrils, pointed at Neferset and said: "These filthy bastards dare to be enemies of the great savior. They conspired to destroy Azeroth. Raiden, as the guardian of the ancient Titans,
, are you just going to sit back and do nothing?"
Raiden smiled ferociously and said: "Anyone who is an enemy of Thrall is my enemy, Raiden."
The sky was covered with clouds, and the power of thunder and void condensed into a huge hand, pressing down on the Neferset people.
Bang!
The yellow sand condensed into a huge fist and shattered Leiden's palm.
The strong wind roared, rolling up endless yellow sand and condensing it into a tall figure.
"Haha, Raiden, just as I expected, as long as I kill the Ossis tribe, you will not be able to help but show up."
Leiden breathed lightning from his mouth and nose: "Al'Akir, the Wind Rider, was defeated by a mere hand."
Al'Akir the Windrider looks down upon Ryden:
"If the Titans hadn't been staring at me back then, how could you, Thorim, and Hodir be my opponents? After I escaped from the elemental plane, I became even stronger, and you were just a Titan with no one to repair it.
Creation still has some power in its heyday.”
"It's enough to beat you."
Raiden took a deep breath, and three huge energy body clones appeared in the dark clouds, surrounding Al'Akir's sand incarnation.
At the same time, Raiden opened his arms, grabbing Ramukahen with one hand and Neferset with the other. He grabbed hundreds of soldiers in each palm, and his body turned into a black sphere, flying towards the Hall of Origin like a meteor.
Al'Akir shattered Raiden's three energy body clones, and looked down at the stunned King Faoris from the air:
"Look, your guardian is not here for you, his goal is the Origin Forge."
King Faoris put down his weapons, crawled on the ground, and surrendered to Al'Akir. Only then did he realize that Thrall and Vol'jin were missing.
Raiden landed smoothly at the door of the Hall of Origin, surrounded by three dark void balls. Thrall and Vol'jin landed firmly on the ground. Raiden said respectfully:
"The great savior Thrall, as long as we get the Forge of Origin, Al'Akir will definitely die."
Thrall asked unhappily: "Since you have this method, why didn't you use it earlier? Do you want to destroy Azeroth?"
Leiden looked innocent:
"Lord Savior, listen to my explanation. After the Forge of Origin killed Thor, the accumulated energy was exhausted. I have been waiting for the Forge of Origin to re-gather energy. Al'Akir is an elemental lord and cannot be completely eliminated, but I can guarantee that he will be destroyed for a thousand years.
Unable to appear."
Thrall thought about it and said coldly: "Although Al'Akir is strong, I won't let you wait for so long. You must have other plans."
Leiden hesitated for a long time and replied:
"Actually, my goal is the Titan's shield. I only need to wait a few thousand years for the energy of the Forge of Origin to blast a hole in the Titan's shield, and I can leave Azeroth. Unfortunately, I was killed by the Wind Rider.
Al'Akir saw through it."
Leiden pointed to a void ball in front of him and said: "There are more than 500 Ossis people here, which is the last bloodline of the Osisi people. Opening the origin furnace requires the blood of three races. I can't wait any longer and can only take the risk."
."
If a race cannot reach a certain number, it will soon die out or mix with other races and disappear.
Thrall smiled slightly and said: "What will happen if you succeed? Uldum disappears?"
Raiden replied seriously: "Although it is not as good as the explosion of the Well of Eternity, at least half of Kalimdor's life was wiped out."
Thrall nodded: "Very good, help me destroy Orgrimmar."