Novos didn't pay attention to Wojin who was talking nonsense in front of him. He looked around cautiously, looking for another figure.
The tall and mighty elderly human, the prestigious artifact Ashbringer, did not appear in the fortress. Novos breathed a sigh of relief and showed a meaningful smile:
"What a pity, poor Vol'jin, Tirion Fordring did not come with you."
Hearing this, Wo Jin's heart trembled violently.
For a lich, possessing the terrifying power of the Holy Light and accompanied by an artifact like the Ashbringer, Fordring, who was said to have defeated the Lich King Arthas, is undoubtedly the greatest threat.
Vol'jin recalled that Fording once said that there were two undead in Darklon Fortress.
One was very powerful, and the other was weaker. At that time, Vol'jin had no concept of the "powerful" Fording described.
Behind Novos, only the skeleton of the prophet Salonya revealed his huge figure.
Wojin woke up with a start, countless information flashed through his mind, and he quickly came to a conclusion.
There is danger, life is in danger, Darklon Fortress is a trap.
Wo'jin crushed the teleportation runestone as quickly as possible.
Almost at the same time, Novos's spellcasting was completed, and a black shadow secretly enveloped Woking, and the black aura like a poisonous snake corroded Woking's clothes.
It's a pity that it's just a little bit different.
The rune stone was activated, and Wo'jin's figure disappeared from the spot and appeared in the military camp outside the fortress.
Novos secretly cried out that it was a pity. He had to admit that Vol'jin was a great wise man. He could judge the situation at hand just from "Tirion Fordring did not come with you" and had terrible decisiveness.
, chose to escape without hesitation.
The orc soldiers at the scene were still in a state of ignorance, waiting for Vol'jin's order to chop the lich in front of them into pieces.
After Vol'jin disappeared, the orc soldiers had no idea what had happened.
Novos raised the staff in his hand, looked at the disgusted tribesmen around him, looked at the dark orc army in the distance, and shouted loudly:
"The living people of Darklon Fortress, welcome to the world of the dead. Your lives, your bodies, and your souls will all be dedicated to me. Doom has come."
Green mist enveloped the lair of Prophet Salonya, and the undead Salonya flew into the air and activated the blood siphon.
Countless red lines were scattered in all directions, drawing the blood of all living things nearby. The terrifying dragon-blooded orcs, the brave orc soldiers, the remaining daklon trolls and priests could not escape this tragic fate.
Novos muttered words, and with his feet as the center, the corrosive land formed by the power of the plague expanded rapidly. The corrosive power invaded the corpses. All the dead in the fortress stood up, and countless undead creatures emitted
There was a roar.
Inheriting the power of the Loa from Prophet Salonya, Novos is already considered a god-level creature. The dark sky shrouds the Darklon Fortress, and it has become a paradise for the dead.
The coverage of blood siphon is limited, and the orc soldiers who have not suffered from blood siphon are immediately submerged in the sea of undead army, and even those dragon-blooded orcs are quickly chopped to the ground.
In the orc camp in the distance, Vol'jin looked at the dark clouds shrouding the Darklon Fortress and the gloomy wind. He listened to the roars and desperate screams and closed his eyes in pain.
The failure made him miserable. He thought he had everything under control, but unfortunately he suffered a more tragic loss than Garrosh.
"Undead, so many undead, densely packed undead creatures." Tirion Fordring screamed in horror, as if he was going crazy, covering his head in pain with both hands.
Eitrigg glared at him fiercely and kicked him hard. Fording didn't dare to say anything, but he couldn't help but tremble all over.
"Oh my god, what happened? Could it be that the Lich King Arthas has arrived in person?"
Eitrigg looked at Dark Fortress in horror and asked uneasily.
Vol'jin's mind changed rapidly. Although he didn't know the specific process, it was obvious that Novos had obtained the power of the prophet Salonya and transformed himself into a Loa-level lich.
Vol'jin provided Norvos with the essence of the blood trolls. If the responsibility was questioned in the future, Vol'jin would not be able to defend himself, and he would have to bear the blame.
So he decided to lie, and everyone who witnessed the truth would be dead anyway.
Wo'jin made up his mind, and suddenly gritted his teeth, with a ferocious and ferocious look on his face. He kicked Fording over, grabbed Fording's throat, pressed him to the ground, and punched Fording hard one after another.
Ding's face was beaten until he was almost alive.
"Fordin deceived us. I suspect he is colluding with the Lich King Arthas."
Vol'jin flushed with anger and explained to Eitrigg:
"There is a large group of Scourge Legion ambushing in the Darklon Fortress. Arthas personally led the team. Just waiting for our soldiers to attack, the Scourge Legion immediately closed the fortress. I severely injured Arthas with one punch. I fought hard against the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, but unfortunately I was outnumbered.
, we can only retreat helplessly."
Eitrigg had no idea whether Vol'jin could defeat Arthas, although he did not believe it in his heart. For the sake of mutual harmony, he could not express his doubts.
Eitrigg jumped up and just vented his anger on Fording. He grabbed the dying Fording and beat him violently. His bones were broken and his tendons were broken. He was covered in blood and he couldn't even look human anymore.
Eitrigg shouted as he struck:
"I had long expected that Fording was sinister and treacherous, harboring evil intentions. He would never be able to escape his involvement in this matter, which caused us heavy losses. I immediately reported it to the savior Thrall, and tore Fording into pieces and hung his head on Orgrimmar.
The city gate comforts the warriors who died in battle."
Wojin secretly thought that Fording could not die, otherwise without the Silver Northern Expeditionary Army to provide military supplies, his life would not be easy, so he waved his hand and said tactfully:
"Leave him alive. Maybe Fording was also deceived. He is a waste. The ability of the Paladin is very unreliable. He might be used by Arthas."
Eitrigg heard the implication and nodded pretending to be profound:
"Our legion has suffered heavy losses. Although the responsibility lies with Fording, if we retreat like this, I'm afraid it won't be easy to explain when the savior Thrall asks. Woking, you still have to think of some ways."
Vol'jin couldn't help sighing and followed him into Northrend's army. Almost all the ordinary orc soldiers were sacrificed. Only the dragon-blooded orcs survived. Counting the previous losses in the blue dragon territory, the number of dragon-blooded orcs was less than one.
thousand.
In addition, there is the Silver Northern Expeditionary Army, which serves as a military food reserve. They are mainly Alliance adventurers from all over the country who came to Fordring. They lack training and equipment, and are really embarrassed to take on the task.
After pondering for a long time, Vol'jin said helplessly: "Etrigg, we need you to coordinate and transfer some soldiers from Kerena's Orgrimmar Front to supplement our combat strength."
Eitrigg looked embarrassed: "Without Thrall's order, it is impossible for Kerena to transfer too many troops to us, but even if Kerena is willing to join forces with us, if she cannot capture the Darklon Fortress and destroy Zul'Drak
The empire will not be able to answer to Thrall, the savior, in the future."
Vol'jin chuckled and said: "It doesn't matter, we can completely bypass the Daklon Fortress and directly attack the mainland of the Zul'Drak Empire."