Chapter 321 11. The disciple of Gul'dan deserves a Gul'dan-like ending.
Zuluhed's pretentiousness angered Garrosh.
In other words, as the leader of Mag'har Orcs, Garrosh has made "expelling Green Skins and washing away the shame" his life goal. He has enough reasons to do so. Therefore, Garrosh has become one of the most radical leaders in the Draenor camp on the Green Skins Orcs issue.
The moment he rushed into Tower of Azora, Garrosh's "headshot instinct" as a Hellscream family member was already eager to try. Seeing that the dog Warlock was still trying to squawk, the young Young Master Hellscream didn't care about you, so he chopped it down with an axe.
For a righteous crusader, this would be a bit rough.
But for the Warriors who are on the battlefield and just want victory, there is nothing better than the ax of Garrosh as a better "declaration of war".
There is almost no need for any extra critical comments. The spellcasters who were pulled into this nightmare place by Zuluhed immediately transformed into "turret spells" and started bombing wildly.
"We stand up to these nightmare monsters!"
Khadgar threw an astonishingly large Arcane Barrage, and turned around with a violent explosion and shouted:
"You two! If you want Staff of the Guardian, you have to do great things to match it and get his head."
"Humph, it should be so."
The four god-forged runes suspended on Mar'gok's shoulders flashed and were sent to Zuluhed's side. Gorian Holy Sword slashed in his hand, causing a seismic wave and cutting down Demon Lord, who was guarding Zuluhed, to the ground.
Arcane Abomination, who were in danger with the sword in hand, swarmed forward, and a series of explosions blasted these guarding demons into tears.
Kael'thas is no less impressive.
Although this somewhat feminine blond prince seems to be a powerful spell caster, as a descendant of Dath'Remar Sunstrider, Phoenix Swordsmanship not only knows how to cast spells, but is also very proficient in it.
Although he did not bring the family heirloom holy sword with him this time, his magical attainments had reached the level of Kael'thas, and the weapon's power bonus was really useless. He reached out and took the long sword from his brave fiancée Lanathel. The moment he took the sword out of its sheath, hot fire burned on the Kael'thas sword.
The same flashing hand reached Zuluhed. He slashed with his sword and was blocked by the dream shield, but the flames that erupted then converged into the scorching Phoenix as if activated, screaming and constantly hitting the swaying energy like water waves.
While wielding the sword, he also wielded spells with the other hand, and the huge Arcane Energy was gathered and spread out throughout the nightmare realm with Kael'thas as the center.
"The world, turn it upside down."
With his blond hair flying, the perfect prince whispered something like a very fashionable "Swastika Liberation Language".
The effect of this spell is indeed quite fashionable.
The next moment, everyone present immediately felt that the restraint of the earth had completely disappeared, and in this Arcane gravity simulation area, all creatures marked as enemies by Kael'thas would have their senses disrupted, even nightmare creatures were no exception.
Rhonin witnessed a nightmare lizard bite a few inches away from him.
He marveled at Kael'thas's magical attainments, and then mercilessly wielded his Dragon Scale sword to kill the ugly thing Execute.
"What a magic!"
Warlord Margok's eyes glowed with joy.
As a genius in the field of Arcane, it instantly analyzed the operation of the gravitational field of Kael'thas, and with a deliberate attempt, it mobilized four divine runes as energy release points. With the enhanced reverberation and fluctuation of Arcane, the enemies of Execute flying around in the air felt the heavier gravity exerted, causing them to hit the ground one after another.
"Asshole!"
Paladin Finna Goldsword, who almost fell into a disgraceful position and chewed mud, screamed:
"Now is the time for you to try some new magic!"
"That's right, bastard, you two are a bit too arrogant! Is this the time for you to exchange spellcasting experiences?"
Zuluhed was also pissed off by these two bastards.
Damn it.
This is a life-and-death battle. You fat guy still has time to secretly learn the magic of other people's elves? Do you understand? Just learn!
It's really shameful for you!
"Death!"
Zuluhed grabbed Uthalesh, the Deadwind Harvester and slashed it towards Warlord Margok in the gust of evil wind. The super magic skill and strength was immediately released, and the thick Arcane Energy gathered into a thick wall in front of Ogre Warlord.
It thought this was enough to withstand the attack of the big Warlock, but the next second the strong rune was shattered by Zuluhed's Fel sickle.
"Do you really think that I will gain nothing in this world?"
In a low and eerie roar, Shadow Fury, which was over VanCleef, smashed down, knocking everyone on the battlefield into a temporary coma. Dragon Soul then roared, and the dark green "Dragon King Cannon" instantly swallowed up Mar'gok, causing Ogre Warlord to scream in agony.
But it has thick blood and won't die for a while.
Zuluhed turned Dragon Soul over with a grin, and swept the green Dragon King Cannon like a handful of Light Sword. Fortunately, Kael'thas caught his prediction and activated the gravitational field again to send them into the air to avoid this "group-killing technique".
Seeing how troublesome this guy was, the faculty and staff of Highborne Magic Academy looked at each other and realized that they might not be able to keep a low profile any longer.
This big Warlock holds two such powerful artifacts, and the power of Dragon King is completely controlled by him. If it goes wrong, it will really overturn.
"Up!"
A female elite instructor threw away her disguise, held two wands and stepped forward to shoot left and right. It was as if two people were casting spells at the same time, instantly creating fire suppression. Her companion threw a nine-fold nested Arcane rune ritual on the ground with superb techniques, completely blessing the protective magic in the form of group spells.
Another male elf shrugged, opened the book bag behind his back, and let those ancient grimoires fly out like "butterflies", spinning around him.
Turning over a page at random, the huge phantom of Blue Dragon sketched on it was summoned to the battlefield. A shot of Winter's Breath cleared away the mobs. When turning to the second page, another sketch of Blue Moon Dean was activated.
The dean's phantom appeared and pushed up his glasses in a humane manner, then glared at Zuluhed and scolded:
"Bad student! Disrupting the classroom! I'm going to give you double homework!"
"Boom"
Several grimoires exploded at the same time, and the concentrated beams of light continuously collided with Zuluhed's shield under the command of the dean's illusion, instantly piercing three cracks in his dream shield as the big Warlock watched in astonishment.
"What's the origin?!"
Zuluhed was shocked.
How come these guys look ordinary but still have their own unique skills?
Wow, the young man was making a fuss for a long time and knocked down one-third of the shield, but you, the third one, blew up my shield as soon as you took action! You said you were so powerful, so why am I still here to hang on?
"Nar'thalas Academy The third academic affairs team of the ordinary class is here!"
Three Highborne faculty members said in unison:
"We are on a business trip this time. Time is tight and the task is heavy. So this Green Skins Warlock who is wearing Seed of Corruption and will die soon even if we don't kill him, can you get out of his way? Let us go in and find the real "important person"."
"Huh? Are you here for her?"
Big Warlock grinned, looking so scary with his ghost-like face.
He shrugged, waved his magic sickle to cut off the flow of magic around him, creating a temporary ban on magic, and then used Dragon Soul again to target three damn Highborne, and Dragon King Cannon fired again, while quietly repairing his broken shield.
One's own family knows one's own affairs.
Zuluhed knows very well that whether he can save his life depends on whether the shield is strong enough. Neither Dragon Soul nor Uthales the Shadow Scythe are willing to share their power. His own strength is really not enough to face these elite soldiers and generals.
To sum up, if the shield is broken, the people will die.
But outside this nightmare realm that he used Eranikus's purification crystal to prop up, another group of people also broke into Tower of Azora at this time.
The violent Black Dragon Princess smashed the top area of Mage Tower with one claw, tearing a gap, and then transformed into a human form and fell into it. Her armor was shaped from the scales of her own dragon form. The sharp spikes on her body were in tatters, which showed that she had experienced a great battle. The same was true for the other four giant dragons.
It was a bit embarrassing, but they actually won the battle despite a numerical difference of at least three times.
"The power of Star Soul Lord is powerful! It is much more powerful than the stingy Titan."
Chromie wiped the blood on his staff. Bronze Dragons, who usually only dueled with Infinite Dragonflight, vented some pressure today.
She thinks it's great to go out and have group fights. In the future, she will have to organize a group fight when the work pressure is high.
"Why is there no one here?"
Alestrasza in the form of Goblin looked left and right, and said to the others in confusion:
"I can feel them here, though."
"Dreams are layered, and only by mastering their essence can we tear apart deeper areas in the dream at will. In order to gain terrain advantages, Zuluhed pulled the human warriors into deeper dreams.
This crystal is the core!"
Mylune is absolutely expert in understanding dreams. She immediately found the inconspicuous Dream Crystal and recognized it as the "love letter" her mother had given her father.
For ten thousand years, this essence crystal, which is actually not very powerful, has not only been carefully preserved by my father, but he has also used his own power to nourish it to the point where it has become an artifact.
well.
Green Dragon Princess felt sad, she stroked the crystal and whispered:
"Mother and father are true love, but it's a pity that fate plays tricks on us."
"Stop sighing at this time and release them quickly!"
Onyxia was obviously not happy yet, she was gearing up and said:
"Dragon Soul is useless to us. Now I want to beat up Zuluhed. Although I don't aspire to be some stupid Guardians of Tirisfal, if I have such an artifact in my dragon treasure, it will definitely add a lot of glory."
"I advise you to calm down!"
Tarecgosa looked left and right, and she said suspiciously:
"After entering this dreamland, I have always felt that something is not right. I always feel that we seem to have missed something. Wait, have you heard the roar of other dragons at the other end of this dreamland valley."
"Look! It's a black dragon!"
Chromie, who rushed to the window, jumped on the table, opened the window and glanced outside, then immediately turned back and shouted to the others:
"Onyxia is your relative, the black dragon with black roots! They are besieging Kalecgos and Korialstrasz. That idiot Little Star is also involved. Why is she so unlucky?"
"They are here to confirm that Dragon Soul has been destroyed. With this thing here, Red Dragonflight and Blue Dragonflight dare not go out on a large scale. To them, whether humans can win today is not important. The destruction of the evil artifact is the most important.
As for the black dragon"
Onyxia squinted his eyes, glanced at the window, and said with a sneer:
"Heleram, Nalis, those are my brother's adjutants, and Firemaw, Ebonroc, Flamegor, these three powerful young dragons, are the offspring hatched by my brother's mistresses.
Ha, my gloomy and evil brother must be hiding here, and his target is also Dragon Soul.
It seems that everything that is happening at the Stormwind Kingdom cannot be hidden from my father.
Let me think"
Black Dragon Princess turned around and said to Mylune:
"Let them out later, directly control Dream Crystal to tear this place apart, get in touch with the outside world, and let Vigilant be our helper. You three go and help, temporarily entangle the black dragons but don't kill them.
I am here to ambush my brother."
"What on earth are you going to do?"
Alestrasza was a little uneasy, she whispered:
"Do you want to eat it?"
"I only eat indiscriminately when I fall into uncontrollable madness! Damn it, I'm not pica, and I don't have the habit of devouring the same kind."
Onyxia moved his fingers, narrowed his eyes, and said:
"I'm different from you. I don't serve Star Soul Lord but I am the "behemoth lord" of Light Weaver Warband. I must find a way to create an army for me. My current state is the path of salvation that Vigilant is looking for for the black dragon.
I can't just let my black dragon accept Lightforging's "cure".
Huh, my father always says that my brother is ten times more talented than me. I want him to see who is the better one among his children!
I want to capture Nefarian alive, and if I can, I'd be happy to get my hands on Lightforging!"
The other four big female dragons looked at each other, Chromie shrugged and said:
"Just do as she says, otherwise she will have to fight with us first.
Alas, after this battle, Rhea and I have to find Vigilant for a "plastic surgery". Dragon Aspects looks good, but he suffers too much in hand-to-hand combat. This is the shaping of Titan's power, and it is not suitable to take over World Power."
"I've already chosen the template."
Goblin red dragon grinned, then jumped out of the window and flew high to the end of the valley. Chromie followed closely behind, and Tarecgosa rushed into the sky above the dreamland and began to emit cold air control fields.
Mylune faced the Fel filth that was constantly spreading in Dream Crystal, silently reciting the power of Star Soul Lord in his heart, and then violently tore the gap between this dream and reality from the inside.
When the dreamland around Tower of Azora began to sway, Diakum on the external battlefield immediately felt the shaking of the dream and the breath of the black dragon coming from it.
"Where did the black dragon come from? Is this the artifact that Deathwing wants to get back? It doesn't look beautiful, but it thinks it is beautiful!"
Vigilant immediately realized the purpose of the black dragons coming here, and in the form of Crystal Naaru, he issued an order to Tower of Azora who was returning to Material World.
"I command Holy Light Judgment the evil spirit in this place!"
Light Oath Lord's War Authority was released, and the entire area was immediately enveloped in a scorching beam of light. Then the first radiant strike turned into a scorching sun and fell, instantly pulling the undead souls in the land of dreams into the scorching light, turning them into powder.
"No! No!"
Zuluhed also felt the reconnection between the dreamland and Material World, and Warlock instantly realized that a disaster was coming.
He exploded the mighty power of Dragon Soul and forced back the people who kept attacking him. When he realized that Vigilant's divine power was coming down, Zuluhed was heartbroken and mobilized the power of Dragon King to shatter the nightmare land in front of him and throw everyone in it into the nightmare that they were inspired to create.
This is the advanced technique of dream power taught to him by Polluter!
He's going to run away.
"Eska! Are you ready?"
Big Warlock shouted to his trusted apprentice, but of course there was no response.
Eska's silence made Zuluhed's heart sink into the valley. What's worse is that the continuous blows to Holy Light have made this hiding place crumbling.
War Authority of Light Oath Lord is directly connected to Holy Light Force. After Diakum issued the Judgment command, one after another light rain as hot as the sun fell and in a short time, Tower of Azora was torn apart.
Zuluhed feels like he has fallen into the end of the world Light Burial.
All he could see was hot streams of light hitting the ground, like a war scene involving thousands of cannons. Negative energy creatures such as demons, Undead and nightmares would be incinerated if they came into contact with "Solar Bombardment". Fortunately, he still had a dream shield to hold on.
But just when Zuluhed was about to forcefully tear open a portal for Twisting Nether to escape, a familiar war cry came from behind again.
Hellscream's idiot!
Zuluhed turned around and watched Garrosh fall from the light, holding a battle ax and slashing at his dream shield.
He mocked:
"You cut me down once before you stepped on the horse! I was unscathed. You are just like your stupid useless good-for-nothing father, you have no brain at all!"
Garrosh did not respond to the dirty words, but just pressed his arm downwards.
Only then did Zuluhed realize that the Warsong Clan boy was holding a handful. Solar-Powered Battleaxe?!
"I will guide Solar Bombardment! Embrace the glory of battle!!!"
The roar of Garrosh resounded throughout the Holy Light bombing place, and the humanoid Naaru, Diakum, also felt at this moment that Solar-Powered Battleaxe had opened a precise "bombing coordinate" for himself.
Vigilant waved his hand in the air without using a weapon, and Forge Light into a Sword waved it downward slightly.
Lightbreaker, break out.
Therefore, Zuluhed, whose mind was blank, could only watch helplessly as the crystal blade of Solar-Powered Battleaxe that cut into the shield gathered light in front of his eyes. The light made him extremely familiar, and the power made him tremble endlessly.
It wasn't until Lightbreaker's sword easily defeated the dream shield with its devastating force, and then Burning Light hit him and casually tore apart most of the dream, that Zuluhed realized what happened in that moment.
He melted into the light.
Even if Alexstrasza and Life Fire are locked, none of this will matter when the body is burned to ashes.
The golden Dragon Soul was lifted up with difficulty and wanted to pull Garrosh to die together, but the next second he was chopped down by Young Master Hellscream with an axe, and the artifact flew out with its burning arm.
When the thing landed, it was caught in the hand of a man in black who suddenly appeared, and then turned around and ran away without hesitation.
Zuluhed The light in front of his eyes went out.
Only half of his body was left, and he was coughing.
Death finally came, so far away yet so close. He was too exhausted. He looked at Solar Bombardment and endured it once, but he held on to Garrosh who was unwilling to fall.
He stumbled and said:
"Stupid! You can't survive even if I die. You are worthy of Grom."
Yorin Death-Eye crawled out of his own nightmare with difficulty at this time. No one knew what happened to him inside, but young Mag'har Warlock lost a leg.
The place where he climbed out happened to be near the remains of Zuluhed, so Jorin grabbed Youth Version Skull of Gul'dan from his waist and drank the magic energy in it, then reached out and clasped it on Zuluhed's hideous, ghost-like head.
"You are the disciple of Gul'dan."
Jorin said dumbly:
"You deserve to die the same way as that bastard! You like Fel? OK! I'll give you Fel!"
A steady stream of Fel was poured into Zuluhed's head by Mag'har Warlock, making this dog Warlock screamed in pain, and every crack under his carbonized skin reflected the magma-like Fel fire, until at the last moment he was incinerated into ashes by Fel as his flesh and blood burst apart.
After seeing this scene, Garrosh finally felt relieved. His whole body was wrapped in high temperature and almost cooked. He gave Jorin a trembling thumbs up, and then hit the ground with a bang.
The young "fish brother" picked up a pretty good "head" in a very dishonorable manner, but what should I say?
"Hmph, I didn't embarrass Mag'har, you two."
A moment later, a messy Griselda dragged Dark Hand out of her nightmare, and looked at the collapsed Green Skinss around her. She let out a hoarse laugh, sat down next to Jorin and Garrosh, and fell asleep.
They won.
Mag'har used both hands to win back a bit of dignity for Orcs.