"Highmaul. The once heart of power in this world is now only an isolated city surrounded by war."
In the central and western part of Nagrand, on the edge of a peninsula away from the edge of Orcs's traditional sphere of influence, in this area called "Land of the Ancestors", Vigilant held a crystal telescope with "Eagle Eye" and looked at the giant city ahead.
Although the name is "Highmaul", it is actually a huge island connected to the mainland by only a few bridges. It is much more powerful than a single castle. Its terrain is in the shape of rising hills. The entire Ogre Empire capital city is built on this island according to functional areas. The tall stone buildings look quite orderly and easy to defend and difficult to attack. However, now, the beacon fire of that city has ignited the night sky.
A huge violet magic barrier envelopes Gorgrond Temple at the highest point of Highmaul, which is the last stronghold of Ogres.
Judging from the energy color of the shield, these Ogre Shamans are using the most orthodox Arcane Magic.
"They won't last long."
Next to Dick, Fireblade Blademasters Lantresor, holding a sheathed sword, said in an indifferent tone:
"Warsong Clan has been attacking for a month, and most of the defenders in Annihilation city have been destroyed. If Grom Hellscream was not suddenly summoned by Great Chieftain Blackhand to leave the battlefield, only those fierce Warsong Clan Wolf Rider is enough to turn this ancient city into ruins. Considering the complicated pasts of the Orcs and Ogres clans, I am personally happy to see it happen.
But you want to save those hopeless slave owners."
"Ogres did not choose to take refuge in the Burning Legion when they were most desperate, but Orcs has already done so."
Dick put down the telescope and handed it to Lelan, he said:
"I don't believe that those Ogre Shaman have no way of contacting the devil, and I don't believe that the devils who have bewitched Orcs haven't tried to "help" Ogres. Regardless of the reason why Wizard Head Mar'gok refused Burning Legion's solicitation, it is worth taking a risk for them.
In addition, Gorian Empire is just declining, and their influence in Draenor is not yet Dispersion.
Shadowmoon Valley, Talador and Nagrand are all Ogres bandits who are plundering and causing chaos under the banner of the Ogre Empire. This means that for Ogres, the name of the empire is still very loud.
This means that as long as Mar'gok is helped and restrained, it is still possible for him to reorganize Gorian Empire and unite the scattered Ogress into a force that cannot be ignored. Even if those big guys are indeed stupid and barbaric, even the most ordinary Ogres barbarians can crush Burning Legion's lower-level demon cannon fodder in terms of strength and endurance.
We need them!
K'ure Alliance needs them, and the world needs them."
"Indeed."
Fireblade Blademasters said with a hint of ridicule and sarcasm:
"It is better to let Ogres die than to let Blue Skins die. Your numbers are too small and every civilian is precious. Great Chieftain Blackhand thinks so too. He has seen through your biggest weakness.
Individual combat capabilities are strong but you cannot fight a tough battle. Counting civilians, there are only 200,000 people. Once you are dragged into tragic attrition, your defeat is only a matter of time."
"We never hide it, Orcs!"
Yrel said angrily from the side:
"But if you think you can bully us with a small number of people, then you might as well give it a try and see how many casualties you have to pay to eat our "merely" 200,000 people."
"War Horde may win as you said."
Lelan also said in an indifferent tone:
"But I guarantee that after this battle, Orcs, who has lost all his elite and is severely injured, only deserves a mutilated and dying world. Of course you can rule it, if what you want is a garbage dump destined for extinction."
"Okay, stay on task!"
Diakum waved his hand to stop the debate in the team. He moved his gaze away from the raging Highmaul and looked towards the due north, where there was a Ogres town with a very similar architectural style to Highmaul, just in front of the bridge post leading to Highmaul.
That was the outer defense station of Ogres's capital, but now the place called "Mok'gol" has been occupied by Orcs, and Son of Gronn, who has been tracked by Fireblade Blademasters, also stays there.
This giant beast is easy to spot!
Even in the dark of night, a behemoth that is more than ten meters tall and weighs dozens or even hundreds of tons can be clearly caught by anyone who is not blind.
This thing is like a walking "meat mountain", with thick arms like a giant ape to support its body. The dark brown skin and muscles all over the body are exaggerated and shaped like rock spikes. The scarlet one-eye and soaring horns on the top of its head and the huge teeth in its mouth represent the cruel habits of this thing.
Its huge recurved hooves create abnormal vibrations when it steps on the ground, indicating that this guy can also control the earth element.
This does not look like a serious life!
Diakum doesn't think that ordinary life can grow to such a terrifying and exaggerated figure. Draenei It makes sense for the rangers to classify it as "Legendary Race". The Gronn in front of them looks fierce, but it's a pity that in their racial pedigree, it is just a rookie.
"The Hungry One" Duen is just a loser in the turf competition from Gorron.
It is "The Exiled".
Any one of its six brothers wandering the Gorgrond wilderness could beat it to pieces, let alone its terrifying demigod father, Gronn Lord Gruul.
But even so, this thing can still become the most exaggerated war weapon after it is controlled by Shadow Council's Warlock and Mind Magic.
"Gronn the One's weakness is that their brains are not easy to use. They do not have the wisdom to match the legendary power. As a result, their habits are similar to those of wild beasts. Blackrock Clan Every ten years, the young Gronn wandering in the Gorgrond wilderness will be hunted and killed. The wilderness hunters of the Mok'Nathal Clan will use these giant beasts as a test for themselves."
Lantresor leaned on his Blademaster's Blade and said to others:
"With our numbers and combat power, without Vigilant participating in the war, the Warlock who are going to confront Shadow Council and the Gronn controlled by them have no chance of winning, so we have to adopt some tactics."
"Cut off the Warlocks' ritual to control Gronn!"
Lelan leaned on his crystal staff and said:
"Let them kill each other first! Gronn is too cruel. Once out of control, it will definitely tear apart those idiots who tempted it."
"No, I have a better idea!"
Orc Warlock Yorin Death-Eye touched Gul'dan's Skull in his hand and whispered:
"Shadow Council's manipulation of Gronn has taken shape. If they can use Duun the Hungry as a weapon of war, then why can't we? I'm a Warlock too, and I understand how those rituals work!
In the past, I certainly could not enslave such a wild life alone, but now with this skull, I am confident that I can control the Overmind Orb that is controlling Duen.
I haven't been in Garadar for a long time, but I also heard Matron Geyah say that the hungry one has always been the walking Scourge of Nagrand. I am willing to cut off this evil for Matron and let it become the force to protect Garadar.
Garrosh, Gaiara, are you willing to assist me?"
"Of course."
The two young people Orcs Warlord did not resist the invitation, but Griselda Blackhand shook his head and said:
"Be careful of playing with fire and burning yourself, Warlock."
"Then do this."
Sword Saint stood up and said to the two groups of people:
"Draenei followed me in a frontal attack to disrupt Mogor Town's defense. Orcs took the opportunity to find the magic weapon that controls Gronn. Even from such a distance, I can smell the smell of corrosion coming from this town.
This place is hopeless! We're going to burn it down."
"I went alone to look for Overmind Orb of Garona, and by the way, I wanted to see what kind of cruel work Gul'dan had done for me."
Diakum certainly will not participate in the actions of young people.
He was a very organized commander, and he told the young people to handle Gronn. He would never interfere with their battle until they could do nothing. What's more, he had already taken the initiative to take on the most difficult part of this task.
Master Shadow Council, who holds Overmind Orb, a high-level Warlock Vopil master, and his guard "inciter" Blikart, the combined strength of the two can be considered a legend.
I will go and defeat them!
Well, each of these Shadow Council elite scoundrels has a name. If this was a "hunting" competition with targeted killings, then he would even be willing to pay to kill them.
"That sword of yours."
When the three waves of troops were about to separate, Fireblade Blademasters whispered to Diakum the Saint who was carrying Ashbringer on his back and was about to set off:
"If I read it correctly before, you are constantly tempering it with your own holy fire, right?"
"It's just a semi-finished product, and it hasn't shown any magic yet."
Dick turned around and said:
"I need to use the holy flame to remove the impurities inside it first. Ner'zhul suggested that I use the elemental fire of Havaro to quench it, but I think Holy Light Blade is better to be purer. I plan to use my own holy flame to complete the final quenching.
Is there any problem?"
"No, I just feel that your sword contains something other than power. Every time you swing the sword, you are not swinging a simple weapon, but something heavier. I can block your sword, but I can't block the things hidden on the blade."
Lantresor stared at Ashbringer and said:
"Is that why you're so powerful?"
"It is an oath, a moral principle, and a belief. It is a kind of idealistic power. After all, what I want to fight is fate."
Dick put on his full-face battle helmet, he shook his head and said:
"Don't blindly pursue pure force, Sword Saint. In the endless war we are about to face, strength is the most insignificant thing.
You're stuck!
I noticed it when we fought before. The confusion in your mind made your sword blade weaker.
Your inability to advance to Legend is not because your skills are not skilled enough, nor is your experience rich enough. You lack something that prevents you from walking further on the road of Life Force. Your heart is caught by something, and you have to cut it off, but you cannot use the knife in your hand.
The sword cuts the body, the heart cuts the soul.
So make a vow.
A vow that is enough for you to persist for a lifetime, enough for you to find yourself in confusion, and enough for you not to lose your way in the dark night. You must also learn to wave your faith, which is not difficult for you."
"Ouch!"
The angry roar of Gronn resounded throughout the Mok'gol sentry at midnight. The Orcs barbarians who were sleeping soundly in this town were awakened, and under the command of the Warlocks of Shadow Council, they rushed towards Gronn who was bound outside the city.
Those are the war weapons they prepared for Gorgrond Temple to defeat Highmaul at the request of Gugal-sama. They will be sent to the Highmaul battlefield tomorrow, and there is no room for any mistakes!
Warlock's nervousness is justified.
Although Gul'dan is the undeniable master of Shadow Council the One, but when it comes to who is the most cruel among Shadow Council, it is undoubtedly Twilight's Hammer Cho'gall.
The mysterious Two-headed Ogre had a sinister and violent personality, cruel and indifferent style, and won the love and trust of Gul'dan. He died of Auchindoun Sanctuary in Teron'gor After, Cho'gall has basically become Shadow Council's second-in-command, at least playing a major role in this organization where Warlock gathers.
In fact, many Warlock believed that when Highmaul was about to break the city, Gul'dan used slanderous words to deceive Great Chieftain Blackhand and recall the general Grom Hellscream to Tanaan Jungle, in order to give Twilight's Hammer Clan of Cho'gall an opportunity to "earn merits", and also to let the military forces directly under Shadow Council show their face in front of Great Chieftain.
From this point of view, the leader Gul'dan is actually quite competent.
At least he will give his subordinates the opportunity to make contributions and come to the fore, instead of being like those idiot leaders who want to get their hands on every little advantage. There is really no pattern at all.
"I feel something is wrong, Vopil, I can't stay here any longer! (Take that Overmind Orb quickly and leave!)"
On the stone sentry tower in the center of Mok'gol Town, two deep and ugly voices sounded almost at the same time, splitting a sentence into two and saying it in the same tone.
This unique way of speaking can only be done by Two-headed Ogre in Ogres.
As the name suggests, they have two heads, two brains, two minds but one body. This situation would be a complete deformity in other races, but Ogres has its own wonderful talent here.
Although the two brains occasionally fight, and the fight is fierce, they can cooperate perfectly in critical situations.
Just like now.
The strong Two-headed Ogre Blikart, nicknamed "Instigator", shouted nervously to his companions, then grabbed the heavy spiked war hammer made of fine steel, and used his other hand to apply a flame shield to himself.
It has two heads, so it can naturally complete two operations at the same time.
"You are too cowardly, Ogres."
Being urged, Master Orc Warlock Vopil cursed in a sinister tone. He stood up, picked up the dark Overmind Orb next to him, put it close to his body, and then walked down the sentry post with Ogres leaning on his bone staff.
Being able to get the nickname "Master" in a place like Shadow Council where "all the talented people are here" shows that this guy's study in the way of Warlock is extraordinary. And with how much Gul'dan attaches great importance to Garona, being able to entrust Overmind Orb to his care also proves that this guy is trusted by Gul'dan.
In fact, Master Vopil is indeed the "supervisor" sent by Gul'dan to the Twilight's Hammer Clan.
Although Cho'gall is a good disciple of Gul'dan and is highly regarded, but Warlock is like this, and there must be monitoring methods. Even his own son and wife must be on guard. After all, Warlock are a group of ambitious guys. Who knows what kind of amazing wisdom these bastards have in their minds.
"I'm not timid, Blikart is as courageous as Gruul's testicles! (Yes, yes, we call it cautious!)"
Two-headed Ogre, who was holding a huge warhammer, said nonchalantly:
"If you think about it carefully, what kind of bastard dares to attack Mok'gol? This must be the opponent's elite! (Either they are cannon fodder sent to death, or they are prepared! Our lives are too precious to bet on this kind of thing.)"
His two heads shook and expressed his thoughts. Don't tell me, this Two-headed Ogre is much smarter than one head. The two brains combined are better than one brain.
However, when the two guys walked off the sentry post, what greeted them was not the guard composed of Demon Blood Barbarians.
The entire town was in chaos due to the attack, but the street in front of him was extremely silent. The dark night path was covered with corpses of Orcs whose necks were broken, and several Ogres barbarians who were hammered to death.
As Master Vopil watched with wide eyes, accompanied by a scream, a Felblood Orcs was smashed out of the window of the nearby house in a "flying" manner.
The guy landed right at the feet of Orc Warlock. He raised his head and raised his hands tremblingly to say something to the leader, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he spat out a mouthful of blood with visceral fragments, and then his head tilted and collapsed.
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"Not good! (Enemy attack!)"
Two-headed Ogre shouted and raised his war hammer high. Master Vopil also waved his hand to summon the powerful Greater Demon he could control. Between the two of them, three heads and four With one hand and five eyes alert, Diakum dragged Twilight's Hammer Ogres, who was only half breathing, out of the house leisurely.
He dragged the guy's legs, leaving a sticky trail of "Road of Blood" behind him.
"Your subordinates are so tough-mouthed."
Saint sighed in confusion and said:
"Under Holy Light's order, I broke seven of its ribs, but this guy didn't say a word. Are Twilight's Hammer Ogres's bones so hard? How did Cho'gall teach you?"
"Uh"
Both heads of Inciter Blackat fell silent, and Master Vopil said quietly:
"The Ogres in your hand is mute! Its tongue was pulled out by the man next to me a few days ago."
"Well, that's a pity. I blamed it wrongly."
Dick was embarrassed, and looked back at the brother Ogres who he had dragged out, leaving behind a miserable blood mark. He drew a triangle on his chest Holy Crest, sighed and said:
"May Holy Light forgive your miserable soul."
"Death! (Death!)"
This delay gave the agitators an opportunity to attack.
Two-headed Ogre roared and raised the huge war hammer and smashed it towards Diakum. Wrath Guard next to Master Vopil also waved two magic steel sabers and rushed forward with a grin. In the next moment, they were enveloped and engulfed by the dazzling Holy Light that exploded like a nuclear bomb.
The light illuminated the entire Mok'gol Town in an instant, shocking Master Vopil who was about to cast the spell. Then he ignored the suffering demon, turned around and ran away.
No matter who comes, with this exaggerated energy reaction, this guy is not someone he can deal with on his own!
The first article of the Warlock manual is to run away when you encounter a strong enemy. If you can't run away, use a strategic strategy.
But they were all targeted by Diakum. If he ran away, wouldn't it look like Vigilant was very incompetent?
So when Master Vopil ran a few steps away, a huge spinning hot blade pierced his eyes with a bang like a guillotine, shattering the ground and causing a flying halo to explode. The hot light slapped Fel's shield, causing him to cover his eyes and take a few steps back.
Can't run anymore!
When Warlock turned around and prepared to fight to the death, an extremely hot beam of light fell from the sky and hit him in the head.
It's not Final Verdict's scorching sky hammer that falls, but the Priest legendary skill that Diakum just mastered - Holy Word: Chastise!
"Poof"
Vopil felt like he was being thrown into the magma, and the pain of his flesh and blood being ignited made him open his mouth and spit out gaseous blood.
But the most terrifying thing is not that the holy fire burns the flesh, but that the holy power "takes root in the flesh" and transforms into forbidden magic power, which instantly seals his spellcasting ability. However, Holy Light did not want to let him go. When he struggled to crawl out and pulled out miserable blood marks on the ground, the spreading golden beams lifted him up like a cage and trapped him in place.
Woohoo, the body and mind are sealed at the same time. There is nowhere to escape now, family bankers.
"Bang"
Something fell like a ball in front of the desperate Master Warlock. He took a closer look, wasn't that the head on the left side of the instigator that always talked a lot?
Was it pulled out of the spine?
But it doesn't matter!
Two-headed Ogre Life Force is so powerful that even if there is only one head left, it can still be done.
"Bang"
The second ferocious head then fell and collided with the first head, making a dull sound like the collision of two not-so-pretty marbles.
Alas, it's really hopeless now.
Master Vopil became more and more desperate. He even heard his demon shouting the strange name "God damn Light Butcher" in horror, and then he felt a pain in his heart.
The backlash of the soul contract made him spit out blood again, and the expression on his face became even more panicked.
His signing demon is dead!
Instead of being exiled back to Twisting Nether after Material World was defeated and waiting to be resurrected through a lottery, he was really dead! It disappeared into thin air. Vopil was Warlock, and he knew best what it meant.
Therefore, the scorching light beam behind him converged. When Vigilant approached briskly because he had executed the demon, he did not need to ask anything. Master Vopil, who had already broken through his defenses, actively explained:
"Garona's Overmind Orb is in the bag on my left!"
"Very good! It seems that witnessing Holy Light's punishment with your own eyes has really taught you, Warlock, to be honest."
Dick was very satisfied and reached out and found Overmind Orb in Vopil's luggage. He took it out and put it in front of his eyes. He looked at the extremely dark crystal ball, reached out and knocked on it and asked:
"Don't you have anything else to say to me?"
"Uh"
The desperate high-level Warlock hesitated for a moment, and then glanced at the miserable corpse of Ogres behind him that was burning like a torch, and the White Holy Flame that was lit on his own corpse of a demon with no bones left.
Seeing that he was still hesitating, Diakum stretched out his hand and put it on Vopil's shoulder. Draenei Saint asked in a gentle tone:
"Think before you speak, Gul'dan or me. Who is closer to you now? Who should you be more afraid of?"
Although the tone is gentle, it is definitely threatening, right?
Holy Light taught you this?
Bah!
This Holy Light is really blind!
Master Vopil was complaining crazily in his heart, but feeling the temperature on his shoulders rising, he still whispered in a sincere voice:
"After Gul'dan knew that Garona was caught, he tampered with the Overmind Orb. It is said that he connected another force to the orb. Once anyone tries to break it, they will be immediately pulled into a terrifying nightmare."
"Well, this nightmare land full of weird darkness and twisted evil things turned out to be Annihilator's "invitation". No wonder Gul'dan is so confident."
Dick nodded.
He looked at the Overmind Orb in his hand and glanced at the Warlock beside him, and suddenly asked:
"Your Soul Stone is hidden somewhere else, right?"
"Huh?"
Master Vopil looked at Diakum in confusion.
He originally thought that Draenei Saint would retreat after learning about Gul'dan's trap, but the next second, as Saint showed a subtle smile under the full-covering mask, Warlock heard the sound of broken glass.
As Orc Warlock watched in horror, a cloud of black substance smoke erupted from the cracked crystal orb, swallowing Draenei Saint and bringing him, the "innocent" in with it.
Damn it!
Are you Draenei Saint sick? Can you stay away from me when you play with dangerous things? Kids all know not to be in a crowd when setting off cannons!
Wait!
Why did he ask me about Soul Stone just now?
Hiss.
After all, Draenei is walking the way of Holy Light, so his thoughts shouldn't be so vicious, right?
"Buzz"
Before Master Vopil's mind was over, his consciousness appeared in a spiritual realm surrounded by black mist. As he looked around in horror, he heard Draenei beside him say to him:
"Be determined! If you are defeated by fear in the nightmare realm, you will become an eternal prisoner of this dreamland."
"Ah, look who is here, the glorious Vigilant has condescended to come to this dark nightmare place! Should I, the heinous Orc Warlock, put down my arms and pray for your mercy and forgiveness from Holy Light?"
Gul'dan's sneer sounded in the black mist ahead, but he was nowhere to be seen. He really learned a lesson, even if he had set a trap, he was not willing to risk anything.
As the low footsteps sounded, the huge beast hidden in the black mist quietly appeared. It was Annihilator Lycantos who had fought with Diakum once before. Compared with the last appearance of Material World, it was now in the realm of nightmares. This Black Wolf was as terrifying and majestic as swallowing the world.
It stood condescendingly, staring at Dick with its bloody eyes, just like staring at the prey that came to the door.
"Suffer death, Diakum!"
Gul'dan roared:
"This is the nightmare cage Annihilator specially prepared for you! This dream world is made of shadows and is not the domain of Holy Light. Your light cannot reach here!
Kneel down and fall asleep.
When you wake up again, your compatriots will see with their own eyes the fallen Saint and become the pioneer of the Burning Legion!"
"You guys have been doing the same thing over and over again. There is nothing new at all. I remember that there was also a Progenitor Warlock who tried to shape me into a pioneer of Fel."
Dick stretched out his hand and gently picked up a handful in the black mist beside him.
He watched the dark breath flow like liquid water on his fingertips.
Like a touch of shadow.
After a moment of silence, he whispered:
"So, there are only shadows here and nothing else, right?"
"Yes, if you feel fear creeping in, don't be nervous, that's what you should do?! What are you doing! Why do you want to actively accommodate the shadow into your body? Are you crazy in despair?"
"How do you activate "Shadowform" without absorbing shadows? What? You've never seen a shadow priest before? Well, you're in luck today, remember to keep your eyes open for a while."