"Yes, we must fight!" the Orcs officer roared excitedly, then lowered his head and asked:
Who is the enemy?
The Mag'har Orcs came to defeat the Arakkoa, therefore the raven god Anzu is their enemy.
But Naaru A'dal summoned two Burning Legion generals, who are known to be allied with Illidan.
The Mag'har Orcs annihilated countless Burning Legion at the Black Temple; their corpses were enough to fill the entire Nagrand.
Gorkan Bloodfist narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Take down Anzu first."
The phantom behind Anzu grew increasingly solid, its black wings obscuring the sky.
In contrast, the Wind Serpent God, Sethe, had extensive damage to his body, and his blood stained the earth, indicating that he was in a very abnormal state.
Rukhmar was fighting alone against two Legion commanders, with A'dal watching him intently from the side. Anzu was anxious and eager to eliminate the flying serpent god Sethe.
At this critical moment, 30,000 Mag'har Orcs surrounded them from all directions.
Anzu didn't take it to heart at all.
Mag'har Orcs do not wear armor; most are bare-chested and use wooden clubs as weapons.
Anzu's feathers, like countless Sharp Swords, pierced through the Mag'har Orcs's body as easily as cutting tofu, without even diminishing their power.
The Wind Serpent god Sethe was overjoyed upon seeing this.
Although these Orcs are negligible in combat, they are a great supplement to Sethe.
Sethe led the Ooze to crash into the Mag'har Orcs' ranks.
The Ooze exploded in the crowd, each explosion taking the lives of dozens of Mag'har Orcs.
Having absorbed the essence of the Mag'har Orcs' flesh and blood, Sethe's injuries were relieved. He knew that as long as he could hold off Anzu, victory would surely be his.
Enraged by this, Anzu unleashed his black wings and, together with Sethe, fought to destroy the Mag'har Orcs.
Caught between two attacks, Mag'har Orcs fell in droves.
An officer, his face covered in blood, ran towards Gorkan Bloodfist, who was watching from a distance, and asked anxiously:
"Sir, Sethe and Anzu have attacked us. What should we do?"
Gorkan Bloodfist's eyes widened, and he asked fiercely, "Are you afraid of dying?"
"The Mag'har Orcs are not afraid of death," the officer assured him, patting his chest.
"Then go and fight bravely. No need to ask any more questions, I have my own plans." Gorkan Bloodfist nodded.
The officer, with an expression of resignation, accepted the order and left. Gerkan chuckled softly.
"What an idiot! Mag'har Orcs are fools."
Anzu grew increasingly anxious. Although the Mag'har Orcs had suffered heavy casualties, they were not afraid of death at all.
With a large number of Mag'har Orcs dying, Sethe maintained the stalemate, while the situation in Rukhmar, not far away, was very bad.
Legion Lord Kazzak has lived for countless years and possesses an immense wealth of combat experience.
Although the Fel Reaver Doomwalker was only recently assembled, its program has been infused with a massive amount of combat techniques.
Both of them knew very well that as long as the battle was dragged out, Rukhmar would inevitably be defeated.
If a powerful Old Gods like Rukhmar were to go berserk without restraint, both Kazzak and Doomwalker could be injured.
Therefore, the two did not launch a fierce attack, but instead slowly wore down Rukhmar's stamina.
Flames soared into the sky as Rukhmar's Glory Flame struck Kazzak, but Doomwalker seized the opportunity to attack, injuring Rukhmar's wings and causing him to let out a mournful cry.
Anzu cried out in panic, Sethe held him tightly, preventing him from moving.
A'dal did not join the battle, after all, it was only a temporary cooperation with the Burning Legion, and the two sides did not trust each other.
When fighting a common enemy, one must be extremely cautious and wary of each other.
Terokk lowered his head, a wave of sorrow washing over him.
Who could have predicted that Narue A'dal was secretly colluding with the Burning Legion?
"Poor Terokk, the creator of the Arakkoa is about to die. You must be in despair, right?" A'dal's voice remained gentle, but he made no attempt to hide his smugness.
Is tonight the end of the gods of the Spires of Arak?
At the summit of a nearby mountain, a Portal quietly opened.
Krasus and Robbie, in their human forms, stepped out of the Portal.
Krasus's dragon eyes gleamed, allowing him to see as clearly as in the daytime and in the night.
"Rukhmar, the god of firebirds; Anzu, the god of ravens; Sethe, the god of Wind Serpents reborn from death; Kazzak; Doomwalker, oh, oh, this is quite a lively place. I don't think this is a place for us. After all, I am just a small Red Dragon, while you are good for nothing but Wealth."
"You lack confidence in your abilities," Robbie commented calmly.
"That's called having self-awareness." Krasus shrank back and said, "If my queen were here, she might be of some use, but my strength is far inferior."
"It's alright, we have a helper," Robbie said calmly.
"A helper?" Krasus asked suspiciously.
"I think he's been waiting for this opportunity for a long time."
Right behind Robbie, a Void quietly opened, and a deep shadow slowly floated out, stealthily approaching A'dal.
A'dal shone brighter than before, indicating that he was in a very good mood.
Suddenly, a warning flashed in his mind, and he felt a sudden, inexplicable sense of dread. He hurriedly erected a Holy Light Shield.
This is the Naaru's prophetic ability—the ability to foresee impending dangers.
A dark shadow appeared behind A'dal, shooting out a beam of negative energy that shattered A'dal's shield, causing cracks to appear at the edges of his body.
Who is it?
A'dal cried out in alarm; the light was no longer stable and flickered incessantly.
"How are you feeling, A'dal? It's me." A familiar voice came from behind.
"M'uru?"
A dense darkness appeared behind A'dal, and no matter how much A'dal increased the light, he could not dispel the terrible shadow.
M'uru, once the most brilliant genius of the Army of the Light, has transformed into a dark Entropius, a shadow creature opposed to the Holy Light.
"The elders' prophecy was not wrong at all, M'uru. You have indeed fallen. Look at yourself now, you are a disgrace to the Holy Light," A'dal said with a faint sneer.
"I'm in very good shape."
M'uru's voice was icy cold:
"Back in the Sunwell Plateau, I faced two choices: heal with the energy of the Sunwell, but I would have to endure a century-long period of weakness, and might not be able to recover my previous strength; or completely open my heart and accept the Shadow Energy. Our predecessors taught us that once we fall, we will lose our minds and become mad Entropius. Unfortunately, I had no other choice but to gamble everything."
"Look at that golden rule, those dogmas were nothing but hypocritical lies. After becoming the Entropius, I didn't go mad; instead, I became even wiser. I hate myself for suffering so much humiliation at your hands. Why didn't I accept the Shadow sooner? A'dal, you were never as good as me before, and you're no match for me now."
The shadow that enveloped M'uru expanded rapidly, forming a dark domain that swallowed A'dal's light.
A'dal cried out in horror, "You've gone mad! You've fallen completely into the Abyss of madness! You are an enemy of the Holy Light!"
"Bang"
A dark wave struck A'dal's body, causing large cracks to appear.
A'dal burned part of his body, transforming into a streak of light as he charged into the Mag'har Orcs' battle formation.
The Mag'har Orcs were littered with dead and wounded, were suddenly attacked by A'dal, and the remaining 10,000 men were instantly reduced to ashes.
A'dal absorbed a large number of souls, slowing the spread of his injuries, while simultaneously burning a significant amount of souls, allowing him to escape back to Shattrath City like a shooting star.
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