Chapter 1788: Battle of the Dark Temple III Thank you for your monthly pass
High-ranking warlord Naintus, with a strange body composed of naga and conch, is the commander of the first line of defense of the Dark Temple.
Naintus himself is not very strong, but his strength lies in commanding the Naga troops. The conch on his right arm can boost the morale of the Nagas.
The Nagas that Vashchi cultivated using the eggs of the hydra in the Coilfang Reservoir had low intelligence, but were superior in numbers. They were originally used as cannon fodder.
Who would have thought that the number of cannon fodder is far less than that of the opponent.
The orcs who were in a state of rage had their eyes red, howling, pushing each other, and swarmed into the sewers of the Dark Temple.
The Black Temple was formerly known as the Temple of Karabor, the holy land of the Draenei.
The sewer is definitely a conscientious project, allowing multiple adult Gronns to pass through unimpeded side by side.
In the empty sewer, the loud sound of conch came.
Countless Nagas woke up from the deep caves of Panya Reservoir, stepped through the portal, and appeared next to Naintus.
Naintus didn't have too many words to encourage him. When he blew the conch, it was the beginning of the charge.
The tidal wave of Naga troops collided directly with the endless orcs.
Compared to the bare-handed orcs, Naga has a very obvious advantage.
Naga has strong scales, which are natural armor.
Nagas with four arms either hold multiple javelins or various scimitars, as well as a small number of Naga mages holding staffs.
But the orcs are better in numbers.
After cutting down dozens of orcs, Naga will become exhausted, their weapons will curl up, and their javelins will be exhausted. The orcs will be the next to win.
The morale of both sides was equally high. They didn't know what death was. The companion in front fell, and those behind immediately replaced him.
The corpses were piled up layer upon layer. The soldiers behind them stepped on the corpses of their fallen comrades and rushed forward bravely. They soon turned into corpses.
Naintus had experienced too many battles in his long life, but he had never seen such a tragic scene.
The soldiers on both sides were furious, and the corpses were mixed together, trampled by the soldiers, and turned into mud.
Soldiers had to fight to the death in blood enough to drown a person.
The conscience sewers of the Draenei people could not withstand this test and became clogged.
The battle lasted for three days and three nights. The orc soldiers behind found that they could no longer enter the sewer.
It was filled with corpses.
At the Altar of Sha'tar, Velen looked very unhappy when he saw that the orcs had stopped attacking:
"The corpses blocked the sewers. How could this happen? The sewers built by us Draenei are very reassuring."
"Master Prophet, millions of orcs have filled the sewers." The orc messenger said with a proud face: "Only the great orcs can be so brave."
Viren touched his nose, not knowing what to do.
Rakish on the side was not used to this, he laughed and said:
"I have seen this situation many times. During the Burning Legion's expedition, the enemy never lacked bravery, but what's the use? Bravery is not enough to make up for stupidity and lack of intelligence."
Beside him, several legionnaires moved out a large green barrel as tall as a person.
Lakish said with a ferocious face: "The blood-transforming potion will melt when it encounters blood. Even bones will turn into blood. For a mountain-high pile of corpses, only one bucket is enough. The corpses should not be used to prevent the orcs from advancing."
Obstacles, go ahead, the orcs must get into battle as soon as possible."
After the blood-dissolving agent was thrown into the sewer, the cannon fodder troops from both sides started a fierce battle again.
Shadowmoon Village? Thrall has never been so happy and joyful? Faced with so many sacrifices, he sighed to the people around him:
"I have read poetry and books in Karazhan since I was a child. The ancient classics introduce it like this: War is the greatest tragedy in the world. The death of soldiers on both sides is the unfortunate condensation of blood, tears and resentment. But we orcs have completely subverted the ancient views. See
Look at our soldiers, all smiling in the face of death. They died happily and generously, scrambling to give their lives. It was I, the great savior Thrall, who created the opportunity for them to obtain this glory. They are very necessary
Thank me."
"Thank you, the great savior Thrall." Eitrigg took the lead in shouting.
"Thank you to the great savior Thrall." All the orcs in Shadowmoon Village shouted together.
The praise spread quickly like the plague, and soon, the orcs all over Shadowmoon Valley were shouting together:
"Thank you to the great savior Thrall."
The roar of praise for Thrall reached the Dark Temple, and Illidan and his generals looked very unhappy.
Duchess Marande came to Illidan with a sad face:
"Sir, the Naga troops have been exhausted, Naintus has successfully retreated from the prepared portal, and the orcs are attacking the main palace square."
Illidan opened his eyes and said tiredly: "Naintus has completed his mission very well. I hope Supremus can delay it for us for a while."
After a pause, Illidan warned seriously:
"Although Supremus was created by Magtheridon, I was the one who awakened him, so he is my child. He can fall, but the core of Hellfire cannot be left to the orcs."
Duchess Malander said seriously: "Yes, Lord Illidan, I will arrange everything."
Supremus is ten times the size of ordinary hellfire.
When the orcs poured out of the sewers and arrived at the main square of the Dark Temple, they were already surrounded by raging fire.
Orgrimmar, the luxurious mansion of King Saurfang.
The doors and windows were closed, and King Saurfang paced back and forth anxiously.
Outside the door, soldiers sent by Sal kept urging loudly:
"King Saurfang, you are our respected idol and the symbol of the tribe's glory. Here is the order from Chief Thrall, ordering you to lead troops to attack the Dark Temple and cut off Illidan's head. You will be the first to do so. If this is the case,
If you disobey military orders, your head will be cut off and hung at the gate of Orgrimmar. You will be infamy for thousands of years and will be regarded as a coward by future generations of orcs."
For several days during the Battle of the Black Temple, Thrall issued twelve chieftain orders in succession.
"This is asking me to die!" Saurfang said with pain on his face. He knew Thrall's conspiracy, and there was no return to the Dark Temple.
The soldier shouted with a high voice:
"Tens of millions of orcs have died bravely in the Black Temple, sacrificing their precious lives for the great savior. Their sacrifices have inspired the orcs to move forward. King Saurfang, I really don't understand why you would refuse this offer.
Great glory, we very much look forward to your glorious death in the Black Temple, which is the true destination of a veteran."
"Damn it, don't you need to cover up anymore?"
Saurfang was furious. Although he was old, he still had a lot of time to enjoy.
Countless darling wives and concubines, mountains of delicious food and wine, everything that the senses can enjoy is endless.
How can King Saurfang give up willingly? He is not a stupid cannon fodder.
Dranosh Saurfang walked in from the back door. Before he could take off his disguise, he half-knelt in front of his father:
"Father, I have fulfilled my mission. I met Lord Mannoroth."
King Saurfang hurriedly asked: "What did Lord Mannoroth say?"
Dranosh whispered: "Lord Mannoroth accepted your gift and promised to provide us with shelter, but there is one condition."
King Saurfang took a deep breath: "As long as I don't go to the Dark Temple to die, I am willing to agree to any conditions."