Saguloth Saurfang, the orc warrior determined to replace his father, finally took action.
He originally called himself the Swift Wind Sword Master and used a sharp two-handed sword.
In order to replace his father, King Saurfang, and act more like him, he had to pick up his father's battle axe.
Because he used an awkward weapon, he had been enduring the desire and restlessness in his heart, and finally seized the best opportunity and succeeded in a sneak attack.
As worthy of the bloodline of King Saurfang, and well versed in his father's proud skills, Cairn Bloodhoof was immediately hit hard.
His left shoulder was slashed diagonally, and the wound went straight to the heart. The sharp battle ax split the heart into two halves. It was still beating tenaciously. In the cracked flesh, countless blood-colored nematodes curled up and squirmed.
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"A dishonorable blow, I'm sorry, War Chief, you are old, go back to your grave."
Sagulos showed the same proud smile as his father and looked at Chief Kane with pity.
Kane stared at the only remaining bull's eye and said nonchalantly:
"You remind me of Dranosh. If he were still alive, how could the tribe be in the situation it is today. My child, you don't need to apologize, because this is exactly what I want you to do. Flesh and blood will make these little guys multiply more."
quick."
Looking at the winding blood-colored nematodes, Sagulos suddenly had a bad premonition. He didn't even care about his battle ax, turned around and ran away without his life.
Wo Jin stood up suddenly, his figure blurred for a while, and then sat down calmly.
Kane quietly looked at the annihilated tauren army, his single eye filled with pride.
The reason why the Minotaur Legion was ordered to charge in a dense formation was to be surrounded by the orcs, so that more flesh and blood could gather together.
Kane took a deep breath and roared loudly:
"Resurrection, my warriors, this is your new life."
A cold wind blew across the battlefield.
Countless corpses and limbs were piled up, and flesh and blood were mixed with mud. In the area where the Minotaur Legion was destroyed, countless nematodes wandered among the flesh and blood. They rapidly divided, multiplied, and absorbed the nutrients from the flesh and blood.
The corpses of the orcs and frost wolves quickly dried up and turned into white bones. The incomplete bodies and missing limbs of the dead tauren were pieced together under the influence of nematodes.
Nematodes threaded needles and threads through the torn bodies, and flesh and blood blended together. Each dead minotaur stood up again. Their bodies became stronger and more crazy, looking for their own armor and weapons, looking at them coldly.
The orc soldiers on the side were already frightened.
Kane's body has been wrapped in countless nematodes, like a huge ball of red thread.
When all those nematodes entered Kane's body, his body changed drastically. His tail became thicker, his back extended backwards, and a row of sharp bone plates grew. His legs and hooves became more powerful, his face was ferocious, and his mouth and nose were
Spewing green flames, two pairs of small fleshy wings protruded from its back.
At this moment, except for the horns on his head, Kane no longer looks like a tauren, but more like an abyss lord.
In the abyss lord state, Kane Bloodhoof looked up to the sky and roared, raising the rune spear in his hand.
"For the sake of Azeroth, kill all these green-skinned beasts."
"They are not tauren, run away."
The unknown orc shouted, and then the entire orc army collapsed instantly.
The once brave orc army was finally frightened out of fear. The soldiers' armors and weapons were thrown all over the floor, and they scrambled to flee in the direction of Orgrimmar, trampling on each other and causing numerous casualties.
Fortunately, this is Durotar, not far from Orgrimmar.
Cairn wielded the rune spear and led the resurrected tauren army towards the center of the orcs, where Warchief Vol'jin was.
The army was defeated like a mountain. Even the most heroic orc guards were helpless in the orc army that was fleeing like a flood. They had no choice but to be wrapped in the army and fled towards Orgrimmar.
The tauren who ran with all their strength were very fast and quickly caught up with the fleeing orcs. Regardless of their cries for mercy, they slaughtered the orcs like melons and vegetables.
The once arrogant orc tribe, Blackhand and Orgrimmar, Thrall and Saurfang, the great reputation established by two generations of orcs, completely disappeared at this moment.
Kane quickly reached Wo'jin's location and grabbed his old friend.
"Wo'jin, you are indeed a cunning fellow."
Kane looked at the trembling troll at his feet and recognized him as an imposter at a glance.
When Wo'jin realized that something was wrong, he immediately exchanged with the substitute he had prepared long ago. The real Wo'jin had already escaped among the rebels.
If he doesn't even have this awareness, how can Vol'jin become the warchief?
A hoof crushed the counterfeiter's head. Kane couldn't bear the anger in his heart. There was only endless killing intent in his heart.
Orgrimmar, the capital of the tribe, is famous for its tall and sturdy walls.
Now this city wall has become a natural chasm. After all, the city gate is relatively narrow. Countless orcs defeated the soldiers and they were crowded and scrambling to escape into the city. Those orcs who couldn't wait could only climb the city wall.
Kane led the tauren army to pursue them all the way. After seeing the tall city wall of Orgrimmar in the distance, Kane's madness was alleviated by the killing. He saw countless orcs killed and injured along the way, and suddenly realized that these orcs would also be killed in the future.
They can become their own subordinates, they are good slaves and military rations.
I believe that after this battle, the orcs must have lost all morale and will surrender in Kaicheng soon.
Kane trusted his own judgment and slowed down his pursuit of the orcs.
Under Kane's deliberate release, less than half of the people escaped back to Orgrimmar.
In the morning, there was still a mighty 200,000-strong army, neatly organized, well-equipped, and menacing.
After the First World War, there were only a hundred thousand remnant soldiers left who had abandoned their armor. Morale was seriously low, and the soldiers' eyes were full of fear and despair.
Vol'jin locked himself in the chief's tent, and at this moment he was almost desperate.
An immortal tauren army is simply invincible in the world. How could there be such a terrifying monster in Azeroth? It is even more terrifying than the Scourge Legion back then. The Alliance will definitely not lend a helping hand after hearing the news.
The 200,000 orc army was defeated. Vol'jin didn't know how to face this corrupt situation, so he could only pray to the Loa god he believed in, but unfortunately there was no response.
The orc army withdrew to Orgrimmar, and Kane was not in a hurry to attack the city.
The Tauren Legion set up camp near Orgrimmar, and then built various siege equipment to show their determination.
Kane tried every means to undermine the morale of the orcs. He first ordered the tauren to turn the corpses of the orcs who had died after being chased and trampled on each other into hard dried meat, and the skeletons were not spared.
The tauren erected countless wooden poles opposite Orgrimmar, neatly hung with orc bones, forming a snow-white forest of bones.
This was a serious blow to the morale of the orcs. As far as the eye could see, countless white skeletons were swaying in the wind. Even the bravest orcs were trembling. Many orcs had already proposed surrender to Vol'jin.
The two young generals, Gardor Nazgrim and Saguroth Saurfang, have been completely defeated by Kane and have become the most determined capitulators.
"Surrender, the orcs have no hope."
Wojin, who locked himself in the chief's tent, could always hear such sounds coming from outside the tent. (To be continued)