The blizzard was harvesting the lives of the orcs, and the shelter was filled with blood. In order to survive, the orcs could only run towards the portal.
There is a portal in every living area. When the orcs ran to the portal, someone actually ran back from inside.
They were orcs who were relatively close to the portal. When the blizzard came, they immediately entered the portal to escape, but then turned back for unknown reasons.
"Don't go there." The orc who ran back shouted: "There are flames over there. Countless green flames surround us. It's too scary."
Veterans who have experienced the war understand that green flames represent the power of evil.
With a blizzard on one side and fel flames on the other, the orcs had no choice at all.
That young orc Thrall, he is a humanoid demon.
Many veterans smiled bitterly and sat on the ground, letting the blizzard hit them, quietly waiting to die under the cruel blizzard.
There are also orcs who are taking chances and rush to cross the portal.
The shelter fell into chaos, with orcs trampling each other and fighting to enter the portal.
At the same time, orcs kept running out of the portal, their bodies covered with green evil flames that could not be extinguished, and they were struggling and wailing in pain.
The blizzard and the fel flames blended together in the shelter and lasted for a quarter of an hour.
After Antonidas and his disciples stopped casting spells, all the portals were closed, and the shelter was covered with a layer of orc corpses.
Blackmoore's eyes were blazing, and he laughed while holding on to the narrow window of the tower.
"I did it, I did it. When Durnholde was founded, there were a total of 38,000 orcs, and now they have multiplied to nearly 45,000. I dare not kill them all, otherwise Medivh will immediately put up a colorful show
Xiangyun came to save the orcs. Thrall, Antonidas, you did a great job and did what I couldn't do."
Blackmoore paced back and forth excitedly: "Forty-five thousand orcs, if they are freed, all humans in Lordaeron will be slaughtered. Now I don't need to worry. King Terenas, I'm sorry, I let you
You are disappointed."
Antonidas roared angrily: "Blackmoore, you have killed so many orcs. History will remember your crime. You are unpardonable and will be nailed to the pillar of shame of history forever. You are human beings."
traitor."
"It seems that it was your blizzard and Thrall's fel flames that killed the orcs."
Blackmoore squinted his eyes slightly and swayed slightly, as if he could finally have a good sleep after not sleeping for a long time.
"Of course, I don't care about reputation. All I want is for the orcs to die. I, Blackmore, will have a clear conscience for the rest of my life."
Thrall snorted coldly: "The life and death of the orcs has nothing to do with me. I only want to take credit for rescuing Durnholde. The orcs in the shelter are all defeated, a group of incompetent wastes, betrayers who have taken refuge in humans. What I need is the real
Elite, if you are disloyal once, you will never be loyal again. I am the real winner."
Antonidas waved his hand and pointed at Blackmoore: "Thall, kill him."
Thrall smiled ferociously, walked towards Blackmoore, who was already elderly and in poor health due to alcoholism, and prepared to eat him.
When Thrall approached, Blackmore's dim eyes suddenly lit up, a cold light flashed on his wrist, he pulled out a dagger and stabbed Thrall's neck at a weird angle.
The sharp dagger shone with green light, obviously having been quenched with poison.
"not good!"
Antonidas was shocked and hurriedly cast phase change magic.
A disciple and Thrall exchanged places instantly. Blackmoore stabbed the disciple. The terrible poison took effect and the disciple turned into a ball of pus and blood.
"Arch Mage Antonidas, you will definitely regret your actions today."
Blackmoore sneered and stabbed his chest with the dagger.
Suddenly, time froze and the world lost its color, leaving only black, white and gray.
Antonidas struggled to move his eyelids. He knew that this was the power of time, and no one else noticed it. Only he could feel the strange changes.
A black and white dragon claw stretched out from behind Blackmore, knocked down the poison-extracting dagger, grabbed Blackmore's body and disappeared into the vortex.
The world was restored again, and no one knew what had happened. They were just surprised that Blackmoore suddenly disappeared.
Antonidas frowned, secretly surprised, who was that dragon just now?
The power of time belongs to the bronze dragons, but their dragon claws are not that color.
No wonder Blackmoore was able to record Thrall's cruel deeds. There is no doubt that the strange dragon was helping behind the scenes.
Thrall yelled angrily: "Blackmoore, why is he missing? Antonidas, you are such an incompetent old loser. Dalaran is a waste."
"This orc is so rude."
Antonidas did not dare to offend him, otherwise all his efforts to please the orcs would be in vain, and he could only keep smiling.
A green portal suddenly appeared, and Varimathras stepped across it, overlooking the asylum from the narrow window.
"Wow, I smell the delicious food of souls. Countless orc souls are wandering in the shelter. They are crying and wailing. This is a feast, delicious ingredients."
The Burning Legion built a soul furnace, and high-level demons feed on souls.
Thrall smiled and said: "It is their honor to be the food of the Burning Legion."
Varimathras nodded with satisfaction and smiled slyly:
"About seven thousand orcs passed through the portal. The fel flames were a test for them. Half of the seven thousand orcs were burned to ashes, and the rest have great potential."
"Take me to see it." Sal said.
Thrall and Varimathras entered the legion portal and left. Antonidas coldly ordered: "Kill everyone in the shelter."
The strange thing is that all the guards in the shelter disappeared, and Antonidas knew that it must be the strange dragon.
Antonidas and his disciples joined forces to cast a spell, summoning a shower of meteors and fire, turning the entire Durnholde into ruins.
The bones of the orcs were turned into ashes in the meteor shower, and the truth of history is forever buried in this rubble.
What happened here, right and wrong, can only be edited at will by Antonidas, Thrall and others.
Varimathras and Thrall stood on a high platform, with a deep pit below and fel flames everywhere.
This is the secret training base of the Burning Legion. Only those who have experienced the test of the fel flames are eligible to join the Legion.
Varimathras touched his chin and said: "I know that the orcs have insufficient potential, so I reduced the power of the evil flames to half. Look at these orcs, they have already begun to merge with the evil energy."
The beast at the bottom of the pit was breathing evil energy from its mouth and nose, and its skin turned terrifyingly green.
Thrall shook his head: "It's still too much. You know what I want is just fame, not useless orcs."
Varimathras said with great interest: "So you have strict requirements for orcs. Well, I will gradually increase the power of the fel flames and select those who are truly qualified."
Sal waved his hands and said: "On the contrary, I need weak people, a group of incompetent wastes who can only grovel and please flattery. They will prove my greatness to the world."
Varimathras showed a strange expression:
"It's interesting, Thrall, you succeeded in attracting me. Well, just as you wanted, it's not easy to select the elite, but I am good at getting the trash."