Black clouds have fallen over the city, and Lamu Kaheng has become a gloomy ghostland. The newly born undead let out harsh roars, and the resentment accumulated during their lifetimes was finally released. The undead were so densely packed that they rushed in from outside the city, as far as the eye could see.
At this moment, there are still tens of thousands of orcs remaining in Lamu Kahen, gathering near the Void Altar. They have not had time to become sacrifices, but they already know their fate. Everyone is frightened and cannot organize to fight.
.
Sal's face was condensed, his eyes rolled around, and he was thinking secretly.
Wojin whispered: "Lord Savior, you must make up your mind before it is too late."
Thrall was a little reluctant, gritted his teeth, and took out a golden scroll from his arms.
Scroll of Valor and Valor, from the Silver Crusade, the work of Tirion Fordring.
Tirion Fordring used the Halo of Courage countless times to feed the Silver Crusade soldiers to the orcs, which made him famous. He was a veritable hero of Azeroth, admired by thousands of people, and his achievements were destined to be passed down through the ages.
Fording drew many scrolls of bravery and fearlessness, but there are only a few excellent ones, and even fewer of the best ones.
Sal's picture is one of the few top quality pictures. I am very reluctant to part with it, but I can't care about anything else at this moment.
A golden light flashed, and a halo of courage covered all the orcs in Ramukahen.
The effect of the ultimate scroll of courage is very good. One moment I was scared and worried about my tragic fate. In the next moment, blood surges into my heart. I feel full of courage and fearless in my heart.
With the help of the Scroll of Courage, Thrall's voice was like a bell:
"Warriors of Azeroth, I am the great savior Thrall, the brave and fearless orcs, the most critical moment has come. Azeroth is facing life and death, and everyone needs to make sacrifices. You are the bravest
Orcs are the heroes of Azeroth. In this era of heroes, I need you to fight for me and fight for Azeroth.
"Warriors, raise your fists. The evil Scourge of the Undead is plotting to destroy Azeroth. They appear to be strong, but in fact they are just a group of fragile skeletons. Let the whole of Azeroth see how brave we orcs are, despite all the difficulties.
Nothing can stop us, fight, heroes, history will remember this glorious moment, and I will be with you."
The loud voice echoed, and with the blessing of the power of the scroll, Thrall's words inspired the hearts of the orcs. Although they had no weapons in their hands as sacrifices and no armor on their bodies, there was clearly a flame burning in their chests.
Tens of thousands of orcs fell into a violent state at the same time, their eyes were blood-red, and they howled and killed the undead that rushed towards them.
The chest of the orc at the front was pierced, and a withered bone crushed his heart. Blood spurted out, but the orcs at the back still pounced fearlessly, using their flesh and blood to create a solid line of defense.
Thrall and Vol'jin carefully retreated back. The brave sacrifice of the orc sacrifices prevented the undead army from encircling them, creating an opportunity for Thrall and Vol'jin to escape. Thrall led thousands of elite orcs and calmly retreated to the desert.
Looking in the direction of Ramukaheng, the fierce shouts of killing were still heard, and Sal showed a strong look of ridicule:
"A group of humble ants, with a little encouragement, don't know how high the sky is. They think they are great, but they are just a group of useless trash. As orcs, you must first position yourself correctly, otherwise you will not regret it. They are really a group of hopeless people.
Big fool."
Wo'jin said from the side: "They must feel very honored to die for the savior."
Thrall grinned: "Let's go, Raiden won't last long. I know the location of King Faoris' retreat. I secretly left a magic mark on him. A king who has been in business for decades must have
A secret hiding place.”
Raiden's heart swayed, and his heart was deeply touched. He suddenly remembered that he was dead, and it was Thrall who killed him.
The Raiden at this moment is indeed not the Raiden of the past. He has forgotten many past events about the Titans and cannot use those powerful Titan skills. Otherwise, how could he not be able to defeat Osrian the Scarless One?
Osrian had C'Thun's help, and Raiden knew he couldn't resist, so he had already begun to think about retreating.
In particular, countless undead creatures poured out from the direction of Lamu Kahen. Raiden, who knew Thrall very well, knew that Thrall would definitely escape, and failure would be a matter of time.
Raiden roared angrily, and endless lightning power surged out of his body, bouncing away Osrian the Scarless and Anubisas who were surrounding him. Taking advantage of this short opportunity, Raiden ran towards the direction without looking back.
Big desert.
Osrian was about to give chase when he suddenly saw Lyden's figure flashing and splitting into three. Three Lydens appeared at the same time, running in three directions. Osrian was confused and didn't know which one to pursue.
one.
This is Raiden's proud escape ability, using the yellow sand to condense two clones.
In Lamu Kahen, although the orcs tried their best to resist and were not afraid of sacrifice, they were only delaying for some time.
At the top of the Void Altar, the eye panicked and cursed:
"Damn Raiden, I just say that this world is extremely backward and they are all a bunch of cowardly trash. How can there be such terrifying undead creatures? Masters of the Wantu, please withdraw quickly."
The void passage opened again, but unexpectedly it was blocked by layers of white bones. More than 20 Wantu masters were anxiously running around. They were not strong enough to destroy the bone prison blockade.
That eye was completely desperate and shouted:
"I understand, this is a conspiracy, Lyden, you deceived me."
Seeing that there was no way to save the day, the eyes closed unwillingly, and the void channel was closed.
Around the altar, corpses piled up like mountains. Tens of thousands of orcs were killed. Countless undead creatures surrounded more than twenty trembling Wantu masters. Suddenly, the ground cracked and a thick tentacle stretched out. Each eye looked carefully.
Looking at Master Wan Tu.
N'Zoth said lightly: "It's interesting. Since C'Thun has also contributed, one-third of the Wantu masters will be given to him. Anyway, these Wantu masters all share knowledge and there is no difference between them."
Robbie nodded in agreement. These Masters of Maps are all the same. As long as they get one, they can dig out the knowledge in their brains.
"Poor Raiden, he has lost his credibility. It is impossible to cooperate with the void again. In fact, I am very interested in him. What caused a Titan Guardian to lose confidence in Azeroth? I think this has nothing to do with
It’s related to the awakening of Lyden’s past life memories.”
It is said that the Titan Guardians were not created out of thin air, but were transformed by the Titans using powerful creatures.
Robbie commanded the undead and handed the seven-headed Void Master to Osrian the Scarless. Then, Robbie dispersed the undead of Lamu Kahen and ordered them to sleep in the yellow sand. Lamu Kahen finally returned.
calm.
Deep in the desert, under a steep cliff.
King Faoris tapped his hoof on the ground and danced gracefully. In front of him, a large cauldron was burning hot.
This is the shelter built secretly by King Faoris, which stores a large amount of fresh water and hard dried meat. He was lucky. A desert expedition team happened to pass by, and among them were several strong tauren, which provided him with fresh water.
of meat.
"Do you like dancing?" A voice sounded in Faoris's ear.