"Your dragon is dead! You are going to die too!"
On the large grassland of Garden District, Bolvar Fordragon fought fiercely, constantly forcing Fenris Wolfbrother to retreat. He waved his Vengeance Light, letting Gleam's Light Blade on the giant sword push back the surrounding wolves.
Grand Duke shouted with full fighting spirit:
"You can only hide? Cripple!"
"How could my defeated general be so loud?"
Fenris doesn't bother to argue.
He is integrated with his legendary demon wolf, just like a replica of Azora's Form's battle, absorbing the power of Bolvar to strengthen himself through constant battles.
But he had to admit that this human Grand Duke's desperate assassination in a crisis was truly amazing.
This fierce decapitation blow caused him to completely lose command of the Orcs Warrior who were besieging Harbor District outside. Moreover, the loss of his temporary command area in one fell swoop had a shocking impact on battlefield morale.
The human Warrior in front of the city has begun to return support, as well as those outrageous ancient warriors.
This sinister encirclement is beginning to shrink at the point where King Llane launches a fierce counterattack. If there are no more accidents, War Horde's siege against Stormwind has basically failed.
What a pity.
War Horde is only a little bit away from victory.
Even though the annoying "spoiler" Diakum didn't seem to be visible on the surface this time, Fenris Wolfbrother's hunter instinct told him that the dangerous big guy Holy Light must be in the city at this time.
Compared to his rampage in the Draenor period, the big guy seemed to have suddenly regained his dangerous wisdom. In Azeroth, he chose a more subtle but more dangerous way to prevent the guys he disliked from winning.
Ah, is this guy Fated Nemesis from War Horde?
Fenris is thinking in his heart.
The Bolvar in front of him was dangerous, but not so dangerous that a legendary Chieftain had to fight to the death.
As the vanguard commander appointed by Orgrim Doomhammer Great Chieftain, it is his duty to capture Stormwind Kingdom. Although he must retreat now, Fenris's strategic goal is basically All have been achieved. Failure to capture Stormwind is an undeniable failure, but when Blacktooth Grin Clan lands on Westfall, the entire Stormwind Kingdom will fall into his hands!
Let humans preserve this devastated city.
Sitting on the grain-producing land and various resources of the entire kingdom, as long as Orgrim completes trade with Dark Iron Dwarves and equips Horde with sufficiently sophisticated weapons, Fenris will be fully confident that after a short period of army reorganization, it will once again launch a devastating blow to Stormwind.
Although he said that the beast caught in the trap must fight to the death, in fact Fenris did not intend to really die here.
He is waiting!
Ghost Wolf Pack under Black Wolf God can travel through the shadows and take him and his Warlords away, but those wolves have already set off, and humans can't trap him!
"Poof"
Just when Fenris was driving the demon wolf to continuously dodge and attack, intending to delay the attack, a deadly arrow flew from a high place. Fenris dodged it by ducking, but it whizzed into the neck of the demon wolf under his crotch.
An assassination arrow was not enough to kill the legendary demon wolf, but it made Fenris aware of the danger.
Someone saw through his biggest weakness!
"Ha, a lame man uses the four claws of a wolf as his legs? What an idea."
General Lirath, who had climbed to a high place, kicked away the corpse of Sword Saint at her feet. With a trace of blood on her ear, she pulled Sath'dorah War Bow away. The gathered Wind Arrow circled around, indicating that the next blow would definitely crack mountains and crack rocks.
Not only was Fenris's hair standing on end, but the demon wolf under his crotch, who was connected to his mind, also sensed a crisis.
It threw Fenris out with a roar. It was hit by the arrows and rolled out. Then it struggled to get up and withstand the siege of the surrounding royal knights.
But Thunderlord Clan Chieftain is miserable.
His hamstring had been severed by the old hunter Leoroxx in Draenor. Even with the blessing of the wolf god, the injury would be difficult to heal perfectly. His legs could hardly support the legend's strength. When he staggered to his feet, he was slashed by Bolvar Fordragon's sword.
The two swords of the marauder were roaring, causing Fenris to activate Blood Rage and Grand Duke to fight together.
A low howl of wolves was echoing not far away. Ghost Wolf Pack appeared in the shadows and rushed over, knocking back the storm knights. The injured Warlord and the captain rushed over to grab the demon wolf and shuttled them away with the shadows jumping.
This scene made Bolvar Grand Duke narrow his eyes, and he knew what the cunning Orcs Chieftain was planning to do.
"Mages! Stop Green Skins from escaping!"
Grand Duke roared:
"Smash this place with your meteorites! I would rather destroy Mage Quarter than leave this bastard alive!"
"General, do we want it?"
Aethas Sunreaver Grand Magus and the elves Grand Magus beside him were hesitant, but Lirath was very decisive. She waved her halberd Execute to the approaching shadow werewolf and the dangerous Fireblade Blademasters, waved her hand and ordered:
"Execute the order! Kill these Green Skins commanders as much as possible! Leaving them behind is a disaster."
Soon, meteorites roared down from the sky one after another, hitting those Green Skins who were covered by the wolves.
Aethas Sunreaver This flame Grand Magus personally released Flamestrike, almost completely igniting the battlefield below, thereby driving away the approach of Ghost Wolf Pack, but also trapping the Royal Knights.
"This way! Throw a meteorite my way! Quick!"
Grand Duke is still roaring.
He saw several ghost giant wolves rushing towards Fenris Wolfbrother with General Lirath's sniper arrows. Once they were allowed to join together, Green Skins Chieftain would run away.
Bolvar rushed forward bravely and used his heavy sword to knock the sword out of Fenris's hand. His own arm was also pierced by another knife.
When the heavy sword fell to the ground, human Grand Duke jumped over and threw Fenris to the ground. The two leaders were rolling and fighting in the fire. A meteorite fell on their heads and hit the tower above them.
Amidst the shattering sound, the upper half of Blue Recluse Tower fell down, and the gravel rolled down completely blocking the direction of Ghost Wolf's progress.
Bolvar Fordragon under the boulder coughed and stood up. Gleam was glowing with the light of Divine Shield. He bent down to pick up the predator sword that Fenris had dropped from the ground. He swayed towards the wolf vein Chieftain, who was pressed by the boulder.
The two people's eyes were staring at each other at this moment.
Fenris Wolfbrother's eyes were full of unwillingness, but he knew that his conquest would end here, and Frostfire Ridge the most ferocious demon wolf would fall tonight.
Grand Duke grabbed the sword and stabbed Fenris through the heart.
He stared at this Green Skins, his eyes filled with his helplessness and despair on the night when Tower of Azora fell. Most of the Warriors who followed him in the battle that day died on the battlefield. Only he, Major Martin and a few people survived.
Bolvar was of noble birth, and although he was brave, he did not have much experience on the battlefield before. The tragic defeat that night almost defeated him, which also made him choose the vow of revenge in the embrace of Holy Light.
"Now, between us, who is more lame?"
He responded with the words Fenris had taunted him that night, and the demon wolf grinned with a blood-spouting smile.
Grand Duke lowered his head, and while he pierced Fenris's heart, the other sword in the guy's hand also pierced his armor.
The holy shield created by Holy Light cannot be used twice in a short period of time. Perhaps this will also be the end of Grand Duke's fate.
"The beast caught in the trap will die. Take the hunter away! Bolvar, good hunter, let's go together."
"Poof"
The sword was swung, and in Bolvar's final swing, the bloody head of the Demon Wolf King was chopped off.
When he landed dizzy, with painful breathing, Bolvar Fordragon saw a giant white wolf walking out of the shadow of Mage Tower with elegant steps. It walked to him, lowered its head and licked his fingers.
Maybe it's an illusion.
Before completely falling into a near-death coma, Bolvar thought that he had embraced Holy Light, so how could he see this alien god?
"Ah, my heart hurts so much!"
Under the Echo Mountains adjacent to Stormwind, in the Holy Land Northshire Abbey of the Stormwind Kingdom's faith, the big Warlock Zuluhed, who was directing Orcs and Gnoll to attack the city wall madly, cried out in pain while holding his heart.
"I feel that Lethon is dead. My dragon friend is dead! Woohoo. What a good death. That arrogant fool can no longer control me, hahaha."
The first half was still a scream of pain, but the second half turned into a hoarse laugh, making the big Warlock look like a complete mad dog.
As he stood up straight, he waved the magic sickle in his hand to strengthen Fel, allowing Zuluhed to wave his hand outwards and make a ferocious circle of Fel sickle, cutting down several human Warrior who tried to sneak attack him.
Their bodies fell to the ground, but their souls had been taken away by Warlock.
"Ah, I want to resurrect my dear Lethon into a powerful bone dragon! Yes, although how to steal its bones is a big problem, but I can definitely do it."
Zuluhed let out a gloomy sneer and fed Soul Stone to the greedy magic sickle in his hand.
The latter gave him Warlock reinforcements again as he screamed in satisfaction. With a wave of his hand, the instantaneous group of Liquid Hellfire roared and smashed on the Northshire Abbey city wall. Such a heavy blow instantly destroyed a section of the city wall, burying both the humans and Orcs who were fighting fiercely above.
This crazy guy didn't care about his own people when he attacked.
He led a group of Warlock who were as bad as him, and climbed the city wall under the cover of Two-Headed Wyvern and the only two remaining dragons. Looking at the faith Holy Land built in the valley surrounded on three sides, Zuluhed made a disdainful nasal sound. He raised his fingers that had grown Fel scales, and the summoned terrifying Hellfire moved towards the valley.
Bullshit belief Holy Land!
The level of human Holy Light is just that, and it is impossible to give birth to a Holy Light Walker as terrifying as Diakum.
Although most of Orcs were mobilized by Fenris Wolfbrother to attack Stormwind, this group of "elite soldiers and strong generals" under his command can still help him win this valley.
Zuluhed At this moment, a dark thought echoed in my heart.
He hoped that Fenris Wolfbrother would encounter a little "accident" when attacking Stormwind, so that no one would compete with him for control of the Horde army that mainly attacked Stormwind Kingdom.
In the past, Fenris was required to command during large-scale attacks. Zuluhed knew his level and he could not command such a huge war. But now that mankind has fallen into such a state that there is only one city and one valley left. As long as Blacktooth Grin Clan logs in to Westfall, he will be able to control the entire Stormwind Kingdom.
Oh, although Orcs doesn't like to enclose territories, but as the noble Dragonmaw Clan Chieftain, what's wrong with ruling a kingdom and territory?
Isn't this how it should be!
When that time comes, even Orgrim Doomhammer can no longer whisper to himself! He will become the most powerful leader in War Horde.
That wonderful future seemed to be just around the corner, which made Zuluhed extremely proud.
Then, he saw a group of big Holy Light guys wielding giant blades, shouting random slogans, and rushed out from Northshire Abbey with a large number of militiamen.
The giant man at the head was holding two Ashbringer style giant blades. He roared and struck Whirlwind forward. The explosive Divine Storm swallowed up a circle of in an instant. Gnoll, and other fierce men are not to be outdone. Under the leadership of Duke Mograine, these Ash Knights from distant Northern Borderlands are everywhere they go.
"There are still experts! When did they come?"
Zuluhed's eyes widened.
This is wrong!
Didn't it mean that humans have withdrawn all their elites into Stormwind for defense? How come there is such a powerful Paladin army here?
Blanch!
Could this be a trap specially designed to kill you?
No!
How can you be so noble as yourself, how can you take risks yourself?
Let the brainless Felblood Orcs go to Charge instead.
So Zuluhed waved the magic sickle in his hand, raining fire and brimstone on the Ash Knights, while he himself protected the Warlocks in front of him as a supporter.
But soon, another light cavalry approached the city wall from the flank. When the opponent climbed onto the city wall, Zuluhed keenly saw that the person leading them was a middle-aged human. He should be Priest holding the holy staff, but he also wore a long sword on his waist, which looked a bit nondescript.
"Chieftain, that's Alonsus Faol!"
A Dragonmaw Clan Warlock excitedly said to his leader:
"Humanity's Archbishop Holy Light is a leader of faith! The prisoners we captured before were all shouting and praying for his rescue. That guy is Priest! He has never been on the battlefield.
This is a good opportunity!
As long as we capture Alonsus Faol here, we will have a complete victory."
"Hmph, a Priest with no combat experience dares to be so arrogant in front of us Warlock? Children, follow me, cut off Fao's dog head and make it into a magic weapon to deter the human resistance."
Big Warlock shouted and led his henchmen forward to fight.
If you ask him to deal with Ash Knight, he will definitely not do it. It is too dangerous. But Priest is just a professional who is famous for only healing. If he dares to go up the city wall, he really doesn't know how to write the word "death".
"Fao! Come on, face me!"
Zuluhed swaggeringly summoned a demon and rushed towards the opposite side. Turalyon, wearing armor, pulled out his long sword and heavy shield and rushed forward to protect the archbishop.
The ascetics of Church of the Holy Light also called Holy Light to attack forward and fought with Warlock, but Zuluhed held a ferocious magic sickle and cut down several Warrior along the way, and rushed towards Fao who was maintaining Circle of Healing.
Although Dragonmaw Clan Chieftain is a Warlock, he lived a hard life in the first half of his life. He led his tribe to Gorgrond and survived under the cracks of the big clan. Those bad times made his body as strong as Warrior.
He didn't believe that Fao, a pampered archbishop, could escape execution from his own magic sickle in close combat?
Although he carries a sword, it is just a decoration.
"Evil one! Holy Light will punish you!"
Archbishop Alonsus Faol saw the corpses littering the city wall, and his anger welled up. When he saw Warlock asking for a fight, he stepped forward without fear, and used his holy staff to block the severed demon sickle. Then, as Zuluhed watched with wide eyes, the old Fao in front of him seemed to have practiced it countless times.
Holding the hilt of the sword with the other hand, with a clatter, the obviously enchanted one-handed sword was unsheathed and struck forward smoothly with a Ashen Judgment.
"Bang" sound.
Zuluhed blocked the sword with his magic sickle while retreating.
The force coming from the sword shocked him.
Not good!
Why is this old Priest so powerful?
And why is his sword-holding posture so standard?
This Priest stopped chanting sutras and actually practiced sword practice instead?
Blasphemy!
"Holy Light! This evil is worth fighting!"
The old Fao roared and kept swinging his sword forward Slashed Strike, while the extremely brave Zuluhed kept retreating.
Warlock couldn't stand it anymore, so he threw out Shadow Fury with a roar and forced Fao back. He waved the magic sickle to behead this crooked archbishop, but saw old Fao raise the holy staff and hit Holy Fire with a bright light. The gathered halo impacted outwards and spread like the coming of light.
Big Warlock's eyes were almost dazzled by this "Light Technique", causing the execution blow to miss. Then he saw Gleam beating Ashen Holy Runes on the blade of old Fao.
Not good!
Zuluhed was startled, and was about to retreat, but in the next second, amidst the roar of old Fao holding a staff in one hand and a sword in the other, the most standard Divine Storm rolled towards him, and the sharp and hot Holy Light storm-hot Zuluhed howled wildly.
He has realized that Fao, the legendary Priest, is more difficult than he thought.
This guy doesn't know where he learned the Garrison Commander swordsmanship of Vigilant. He himself is a high-level Priest who has practiced for many years. His holy power is definitely enough, and its danger level has exceeded those of Ash Knight. But if he has to fight, Zuluhed who has two divine weapons will definitely be able to fight, but he will definitely be injured.
It's not worth it, it's really not worth it.
The big Warlock sacrificed the demon and put on a shield for himself to escape from the Holy Light storm. He took his Warlocks with them and howled in the wind, leaving only a group of red-eyed Orcs infantry still fighting against Ash Knight.
But they lost their commander and were no longer a threat. Northshire Abbey's crisis had passed the most difficult moment. However, when old Fao led the Paladins to retake the city wall, he received the worst news.
"Sorry, Archbishop, the king's tomb in the monastery has been stolen and dug up."
A disgraced Priest Apprentice ran over and reported:
"Green Skins hired local Kobold, and sent Kobold and Gnoll to dig through the monastery's tomb while we were resisting them! The remains of King Baratheon and more than a dozen previous Champion of the Kingdom were stolen by Green Skins!
The artifact enshrined in the monastery, Holy Book given to us by Holy Light, was also taken away."
"What?"
This news made Fao's eyes darken.
But the archbishop knew the priorities, and he asked:
"Medivh's tomb. Is it okay? If they stole Ashes Urn from Astral Mage, I can't even imagine what a terrible Lich they would create."
"Oh, it's fine there, and there is a Seraphim guarding the remains of Astral Mage. Green Skins and Gnoll who dared to get close there were burned to ashes."
"Ah?"
Zuluhed, who withdrew from the valley, soon saw Warlock and Gnoll, whom he had sent out to dig graves, returning with full loads. Those powerful remains made Warlock smile with joy.
With these materials, he can quickly form a brave Death Knight battle group. The most important thing is that King Baratheon was a famous warrior when he was young. He can definitely serve as the sword holder of "Demon Sword Apocalypse".
Gnoll also had an unexpected gain. The seized "Holy Book" made Zuluhed very satisfied. Once such a sacred object was desecrated, the dark power generated would be enough to strengthen Death Knights to gain more powerful power.
But after Zuluhed inspected the harvest, he was very dissatisfied and said:
"Where are Medivh's ashes? That's the top priority! I worked so hard to give you the opportunity, but you didn't get it?"
"Haha, sir, why do you think we are in such a mess? Why did more than thirty people go and only less than a dozen came back?"
It's that damn Ashes Urn!"
A Orc Warlock with half his face burned cursed:
"As soon as our brothers opened the coffin board of Medivh, guess what? Seraphim of Diakum jumped out from inside! All the brothers who were left there were burned to ashes!
Damn it!
This must be a trap."
"Damn it! Why is this Diakum so bad? He dug holes for us everywhere and tried to bury us. What a hatred!"
Zuluhed was also shocked.
The further he walked in the darkness, the more afraid he became of the shining Vigilant.
Then I heard that Diakum sent his own Seraphim to guard the tomb of Medivh. He had done many bad things, so everything looked like "the unruly people were trying to harm me." The big Warlock was suspicious and thought that it must be a trap specially set for him.
Fortunately, he has always cherished his life.
"Forget it, forget it, if you don't get it, you don't get it."
Zuluhed quickly completed his self-persuasion. He waved his hand and said:
"Let's go back Tower of Azora! Go back to our "Shadow Tower" and complete the formation of the Death Knight battle group there. Our Lich companion should be waking up soon. Haha, Baratheon personally led Death Knight to attack his good son's kingdom.
Tsk, King Llane is lucky now.
Of course, the premise is that he can avoid the assassination of Kargath·Shattered Hand.
I think he's not that lucky, what do you think?"