(Additional update for "Gervis" brother [5/5])
"Gul'dan and his henchmen are there! Look!"
Ner'zhul, who was riding Dire Wolf, shouted loudly amidst the shattering scene. Everyone followed his instructions and saw an unaffected Ritual Platform in the continuously crumbling ground area.
It was originally a hill, but after the ground rose, it turned into a depression, which was surrounded by underground magma, forming a "safe zone". Many Orc Warlock cast spells in it, and there were also a large number of Orcs barbarians guarding the surroundings with weapons, fighting against those Elemental Spirits who were constantly shaped by the four elements.
The battle is quite fierce!
Obviously, the powers of the four elements feel the suppression and isolation that Shadow Council is suppressing and isolating them. The evil knowledge from the Burning Legion is manipulated by the evil ones headed by Progenitor Warlock Gul'dan to isolate the elemental power from Material World.
It's like a small "Elemental Realm" cage, stripping away their influence on Material World over a long period of time.
In this way, the Elemental Tradition that the Orcss have maintained for countless years will completely decline due to the loss of power. Those spellcasters will have to move closer to the Warlock way in order to protect themselves in the upcoming race war.
At the same time, without the elemental power to purify the world itself, Fel can more easily influence and pollute Material World.
This is an insidious operation to cut off the back road and dig out the roots of civilization. Once it is done by Gul'dan, Orcs civilization will really have no other way to go. It can only go to the dark side under the infusion of Fel.
Ner'zhul, who was watching this scene, was going crazy with anxiety.
He yelled and rushed over to fight Shadow Council. Although he was no longer loved by the elements, after spending most of his life Shaman, he had personally taught so many Shaman to establish communication with the elements. In his heart, the elemental power in this world was like a mentor and an old friend. It was impossible for him to watch the elemental power being expelled and sealed by Gul'dan.
The old Orcs, whose eyes are red, will be held down by Maraad and Yrel on the left and right, preventing him from rushing forward to die.
Regardless of whether the crazy elements are attacking without distinguishing between friend and foe, the number of Shadow Council's henchmen alone far exceeds the force led by Dick.
"The plan is simple!"
Dick shouted to his Warriors in the roar of the elemental storm:
"I will lead you to break through the blockade of Shadow Council, ignore those elements, and try my best to interfere with the casting of Gul'dan and Warlock! Destroy the three Curse Code cores, that thing has not been truly activated!
Those are the shackles used to restrain the elements. As long as they are broken, Shadow Council's dog trick will be defeated!
Ner'zhul!
It's up to you to harmonize the elemental forces!
I don't need them to help us, but those angry Elemental Spirits must at least know the enemy and ourselves, and don't let them interfere with our battle!"
"But the elemental no longer responds to me."
Old Orcs said with difficulty:
"I can't contact them."
"Don't worry, when they feel the danger of destruction, they will turn to your "old friend" for help."
Dick urged Holy Warsteed forward. He pulled out the severely damaged Legacy Battleaxe and said:
"Although it is not a good tradition to judge others at will, I still want to say that your Orcs Shaman's attitude towards the power of elements is a bit too "pampering". Serving does not mean blind obedience, and respect does not mean weakness. Shaman is a user of the power of the elements, not a servant of the elements.
Call them, Ner'zhul.
In this life-or-death moment, even the stubborn elements will know who their true friends are.
Maraad and Yrel, remember your responsibilities!"
"As you command!"
The two recruits responded loudly, and then escorted Ner'zhul to follow Garrison Commander and the rangers led by Dick.
They crossed the cracking earth in the call of Ner'zhul's desolate Orcish. Fortunately, they were riding Talbuk who were well-trained and had extraordinary jumping ability. If a group of heavily-armed Elekk knights were here, it would be all over.
"Don't slow down! Follow me forward!"
Dick acted as the Charge array arrow at the front. He kept accelerating, and the Garrison Commanders behind him followed him to rush forward on the cracking ground. However, there are always unlucky guys who will be unlucky. As in the classic scene, when crossing a spreading rift valley, three Garrison Commanders and Talbuks failed to keep up with the speed, which directly caused them to fall into the rift valley.
But Saint, who has quick eyes and quick hands, is not just a Garrison Commander. Priest's "levitation technique" was applied to the three Garrison Commander and their mounts, and then called Holy Light used "Leap of Faith" to let Holy Light transform into Diakum's hand to pull his Garrison Commanders back from the fall to the edge of the cracked cliff.
In the process of continuous acceleration, Dick let go of the reins and allowed Holy Warsteed to continue moving forward Charge, while he cast spells with one hand.
Power Word: Fortitude, Psychic Prayer, Inner Fire, etc. Priest magical spells are all cast on one's own Warrior in the form of "group casting" accompanied by Saint's loud chanting. On them, the strengthened Holy Light magic turned into a halo and spread in Gleam, so that when this group of Garrison Commander Charge arrived in the chaotic area where Shadow Council was, everyone was filled with the aura of justice full of momentum.
This is the meaning of Priest.
Treatment is only part of their responsibilities. A Warrior in combat status accompanied by a Priest will definitely enable them to exert 200% of their combat effectiveness.
The Wolf Riders on the other side of Shadow Council also noticed the sudden appearance of Draenei. Without fear, they gathered in formation and charged towards Draenei while grinning fiercely.
"Why are these Orcs green?"
Yrel asked loudly with his eyes widened.
"They drank demon blood! They are already "half-demon", be careful!"
Vigilant answered casually, and then applied the group Power Word: Shield on Warrior at the moment the two sides engaged, absorbing the first wave of damage from Orcs Wolf Rider and Beheading Greatsword for them.
In this collision, seven Orcs were knocked away, and three Draenei flew out.
Obviously, the Orcs who drank the demonic blood were far superior to their compatriots in terms of strength, physique, and ferocity. The filthy and violent blood gave them tough skin like demons and the power of destroyers, making their eyes as red as ferocious ghosts after their racial characteristics were activated.
But the fate of the fallen creature that dares to challenge Vigilant will not be good.
One of the three Orcs Wolf Rider that rushed towards Holy Warsteed was smashed away by Dick with a battle ax made by Light Blade, and one was blown to pieces by Neri who came from the far flank with a precise hand cannon. The last one was about to cut the ferocious broadsword into Saint's body, but suddenly a ferocious Ghost Wolf appeared in front of him and attacked him. When Ghost Wolf Gola landed with a roar, only half of his torn body was left behind.
The ferocious and domineering Ghost Wolf chewed the Orcs corpse in his mouth expressionlessly, but the smell of the demon blood made him feel sick, so he shook his head and threw the broken limbs away, and the next moment he felt his body sinking.
Its useless new owner deftly jumped behind it.
"Come! Gola, I order you."
Neri, who was riding the Ghost Wolf war beast, patted the pet's head and turned on the safety of her large-caliber Demon Hunter Gun. Seeing that the proud Mother of the Wolf Den had no reaction, she could only say helplessly:
"All the soul fragments are yours"
"Ouch?"
"Ten! With the shotgun in my hand, I guarantee that you can eat ten Warlock souls today, at least! The premise is that you are good, so, rush! Just rush towards whoever you like!"
Under Neri's scolding, the ghost Dire Wolf finally moved.
In the exclamation of Neri, this guy jumped with his master and entered the mysterious "Spirit Walk" state. Just like the assassin's shadow Stealth, it disappeared from the battlefield. When it reappeared carrying the archbishop, its sharp claws tore apart the bodies of several guarding barbarians.
Gola disdains these inferior souls.
What it longs to taste is the soul of the high-level female Orc Warlock who is casting a spell in front of her. This desire is sensed by Neri along the soul connection. The next second, the fatal bullet shoots out in the form of Aimed Shot. The female Orc Warlock blocks the shot with her Demon Armor, which she has mastered in cultivation.
She looked greedily at Ghost Wolf under Neri's crotch, and was about to laugh at this Blue Skins woman's overestimation of her own abilities, but before she could speak, there was a loud bang, and the second bullet entered her mouth along her teeth, causing her head to explode on the spot like a watermelon.
Hey, Ranger Skills·Loaded Double-Tap, boy!
"Ouch"
The soul of the female Orc Warlock screamed and ran towards her Soul Stone, but was bitten by Gola in the next second. In the shaking of Ghost Wolf who could see and bite the soul, this tough soul quickly turned into food and integrated into Ghost Wolf's body.
That whimper of satisfaction represented Gola's initial recognition of its new master.
Well, this Draenei archbishop is barely qualified to hunt with him. Under his training, this slender Blue Skins woman will definitely become an excellent shit shovel.
However, when Neri was excitedly driving his war beast to find the next target, she found Gola looking back behind her. She turned around and saw that Dick had just strangled a Orc Warlock to death with one hand. There were several balls of scorching ashes and bones scattered around him.
The killing efficiency of Light Butcher is too terrifying.
By the time the Archbishop killed a high-level Warlock, Dick had already completed five kills.
"Okay, okay, he can barely be considered the "male master", so what he hunts also belongs to you, okay?"
Neri pulled the corner of his mouth helplessly, and then Gola was satisfied and jumped into Spirit Walk. When he reappeared, he landed behind Dick and swallowed the five screaming souls into his belly. However, as he chewed, the soul beast realized that something was wrong.
Why is this Warlock soul so weak?
My mouth, my stomach and my brain just don't match up!
"Bullshit."
Dick glanced at the hungry soul beast and said:
"The demons I purified cannot return to Twisting Nether to be resurrected. These Warlock drank the demon blood and are half demons, so after being killed by me, they are lucky if half of their souls remain.
Want to eat?
Go hunt it yourself!
Don't you, the majestic soul beast, even have the ability to fight on your own?"
"Ouch"
Gola, who had planned to have a nice "buffet", was very disappointed, and his attitude towards the "host" also became bad.
It secretly planned to take a bite of Dick, but it happened to see Saint in Harbinger of the Sun's glow burst with a cruel Ashen Judgment Purify an unlucky ghost into ashes at the moment of chopping, and then use a Divine Storm to cancel the attack and shake, annihilating the two nearby Elemental Spirits that were driven crazy by Fel.
The scorching ashes swirled around Dick, and the victim's screams still lingered in his ears.
Ghost Wolf suddenly found that what he just thought was a bit "blasphemous". Well, this male master is too powerful and very cautious. He has many means and strength to deal with spiritual bodies. It's better not to mess with him as a "hee-hee dancer".
"Gul'dan!"
Dick grabbed the Light Blade battle ax with one hand and strode towards the casting area ahead amid the tremors of the earth. Every Demon Blood Barbarians who stepped forward to block him would be knocked down by him with a casual axe.
Feeling the sulfur smell of Fel again after 20,000 years made Dick eager to fight. The scorching sun surrounding Sun Herald purified it even more like Lightforging. He wears a Holy Light Crusader cloak, causing scorching Purifying Consecration to explode wherever he goes, and the waterfall halo that spreads in Holy Nova's posture will incinerate all the evil spirits around him.
As he walked along, the sight of desolate ashes and blackened skulls behind him frightened the Orc Warlocks. Even Gul'dan, who was presiding over the Curse Code ceremony, was alarmed.
He turned his head in surprise and saw a big Holy Light guy shouting his name, raising his head and charging towards him like an angry Talbuk beast. That ferocious attitude really startled the lame Warlock.
I think there are still experts in Draenei?
When did this guy come?
But Gul'dan is indeed Gul'dan, and then he sneered.
He noticed that Draenei, who looked like Lightforging, rushed too fast and was out of touch with his Warriors. Okay! Just because you are a legend, you dare to rush into the battle alone, right?
This is a good show for you. Do you really think that we Orcs don't have legends?
"Get away!"
Gul'dan casually gathered a ball of crimson Soul Fire and smashed it out.
This Fel power, which is enough to annihilate any living thing, was quickly "melted" when it hit the aperture around Dick. When it arrived in front of Dick, it was shattered into flying stars by Vigilant's punch. Its effect was nothing more than interrupting Saint Charge's footsteps.
But at the same time, the powerful and heavy hunting stick came down with the same deadly speed as Hydra's Bite.
The first stick hit Dick on the shoulder, then turned around, the second stick hit him on the waist, and the third stick hit the crook of the leg. Kilrogg Deadeye picked the perfect opportunity to appear and ambush. According to the experience of the legendary hunter Kilrogg Deadeye, any creature that eats his three powerful "killing sticks" should kneel down.
Then he takes the last blow and blows the opponent's head off!
The plan was good and the execution was perfect.
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The problem with the One is that when Kilrogg Chieftain hit Dick with the ultimate stick of all his momentum, the hunting stick that could crack mountains and crack rocks was caught by a Gleam's big hand holding Holy Light's head on?
"Pa"
The ground beneath Saint's feet collapsed, which fully demonstrated the brutal power of this stick, which could easily knock Clefthoof to death.
However, in front of him, no matter how Kilrogg Deadeye gritted his teeth and tried to withdraw his hunting stick with a ferocious expression, the stick held in front of him with one hand did not move at all as Dick clasped his five fingers expressionlessly.
The already dilapidated T'hamart's Holy Regalia on his body was completely shattered by the blow of this Orcs legend. The shoulder armor, chest armor and leg armor flew out in a bursting manner, but Dick did not have any wounds on his body.
Even though this hunting stick forged from Gronn animal bones is inlaid with a row of Two-Headed Wyvern teeth, it can definitely rival the destructive power of the legendary Gorehowl tomahawk or Flame Blade Zun'Xox in melee combat, but in the face of Dick's "Naaru's Body", such a destructive power is really not enough.
What?
You want to break my defense, right?
But is the broken stick in your hand a legendary weapon? You really think the "legendary sword resistance" of this Grand Lord is just a decoration, right?
"Kilrogg Deadeye."
Dick said the name of the one-eyed old Orcs in front of him.
The place where his five fingers clasped the hunting stick had already seen "liquid" Holy Light seeping into this extremely strong weapon, and light-plastic cracks even extended on the hunting stick. The toxins on the weapon were of no use to this Blue Skins Saint. His own physique blessed by Holy Light was enough to make him extremely resistant to toxins.
These details make Kilrogg's one eye widen.
He suddenly realized that he had made a taboo of being a hunter, so he confidently set a trap, using Gul'dan as bait, ready to assassinate this Draenei legend when he was relaxed and careless. However, before that, he had no way to learn in detail the true details of this strange Blue Skins legend.
All the news I know comes from Gul'dan, but can I believe what comes out of Warlock's dog mouth?
This.
The giant man in front of you can kill with one hand without any damage? Is this the gold content of Draenei and "Saint"?
"You sacrificed your eyes and saw your own death, so you arrogantly believed that you were Invincible before death came, but I don't think you need the remaining eye."
Vigilant joked:
"If you were commanded by a bastard like Gul'dan to be a killer, you would have gone blind a long time ago!"
He let go of the hunting stick during Holy Power Burning's short-term charge, and swung the broken battle ax with a light plastic blade with one hand and struck Kilrogg on the head. The latter had no time to retreat and could only grit his teeth and hold the hunting stick with both hands in an attempt to block the blow.
Blocked, indeed blocked!
Amid Legacy Battleaxe's screams, the moment the two weapons collided, the tomahawk that had been "tortured" by Dick for a long time finally fulfilled its supreme duty as a weapon.
Its solid body was completely melted by the infusion of hot Holy Light, but it persisted until the last moment. Even after the body melted, it still tried its best to restrain the hot Holy Light and transformed into the form of a battle ax to complete this blow.
"Bang"
The hunting sticks Kilrogg made with the remains of his own prey when he was young were scattered and exploded. The constantly broken Light Blade battle ax with Saint's cold killing intent burst out from Kilrogg Deadeye The left shoulder slashed in, and was separated from his right chest by the burst of scorching light. It was like a Light Blade swiftly passing through. The moment the attack was completed, the glorious battle ax in Dick's hand turned into broken feathers of light and dispersed.
All that was left in his hand was a molten iron handle that could not be called a "weapon".
Legacy Battleaxe completed its mission, and its final result was a serious blow to Orcs Legend.
Blood Ring Chieftain almost flew backwards in an "instantaneous" manner, and fell awkwardly on the broken stones. However, not a drop of blood flowed out of the almost completely cut chest. This was all because Light Blade was too fast and the temperature was too high, and the wound was burned and carbonized while cutting.
At this moment, Dead Eye suddenly saw an illusion in his remaining eye.
In that picture, on a desperate battlefield, he was being held up in the air by a hand filled with Holy Light, and scorching light poured into his body, like endless water being stuffed into a balloon.
Explosion and incineration are the final outcome.
That is "death" itself revised.
In that fleeting vision, Kilrogg Deadeye noticed a simple tail ring inlaid with triangular crystals on the little finger of the hand that executed him.
And at the moment when he had the illusion of Dispersion, when Kilrogg Deadeye was lifted up from the ground by Diakum, he, who was seriously injured, saw clearly the hand that lifted him up in front of him.
The tail ring on his left hand was shining brightly in the light.
That's him!
I will die in the hands of this Draenei Saint!
This is how fate has arranged it, but not now!
The moment in the death illusion I saw was not now! I will not die today, I will not die here!
"Ah!"
The outburst in the desperate situation caught Dick off guard.
This Orcs legend clearly had only one breath left, but he was still able to break free from his grasp. Looking at the opponent's staggering back as he turned and rushed into the chaotic area, Dick expressed his admiration for Kilrogg Deadeye's tenacious desire to survive, and then took a throwing posture on the spot.
After accumulating power for one second, he smashed the melted ax handle in his hand with the Hammer of Punishment's remote Execute.
The moment it was released, it turned into a scorching radiant meteor that chased Kilrogg and hit it. When it landed, it involved the latter and all Orcs and Elemental Spirits within twenty yards, like a holy fire falling from the sky.
A large-scale explosion of milky white flames means that it is unlikely that anyone there will survive.
In this case, you should rush forward to finish the attack, but the elemental shock coming from behind becomes more and more violent. Gul'dan's Curse Code is about to be completed! Only the last few chants are left. The cunning Warlock ambush the legendary hunter here probably to prevent his spellcasting from being interrupted!
Dick rushed there with bare hands without hesitation.
On top of the continuously collapsing earth rifts and magma, the four Elemental Lords of the Draenor world have appeared.
They have exaggerated and unique appearances that fit their identities, but unfortunately, the elemental power of the small world is not enough to create the demigod-level Elemental Lords. Their strength is just poor legendary creatures.
This kind of power is quite easy to deal with mortals by relying on the direct influence of the power of the elements on Material World. It can even easily defeat the city and tear the earth apart, but it is not enough to face Gul'dan who manipulates Fel.
As the vicious and crazy Gul'dan continued to chant the incantation of Curse Code like a roar, the four Elemental Lord screamed and screamed. Their connection with Material World was being cut off and they became weak.
But the elements were unwilling to admit defeat. They roared and wanted to fuse each other's last powers together to form a destructive force to fight against the restraints of Fel in front of them.
This fusion is irreversible
"Ner'zhul! Make them stop!"
Dick roared:
"Don't let them commit suicide! This can't stop Gul'dan, it can only plunge the Draenor world into a doomsday disaster caused by elemental depletion, and let the weak elements continue to persevere! Holy Light will save them today!
I'll take care of Curse Code and Warlock!"
Dick strides forward.
He no longer had weapons. Although he could use Light Unsheathed to Forge Light into a Sword, it was only an emergency measure. While he was constantly smashing and strangling Warlock and Orcs who tried to resist, he grabbed the upper half of his long-broken Kazzak's Grudge staff from Augure's Chest.
At this time, Gul'dan's whole body was wrapped and wrapped by thick Fel barriers, as if it was sealed in a dark green glass ball. Ordinary weapons could not interfere with him. Under the protection of Fel, Gul'dan was almost Invincible's.
The increasingly weak punches of the four Elemental Lord were unable to shake him, which made Gul'dan laugh wildly like a power owner.
But Dick doesn't believe there is any real Invincible power in this world!
Even Divine Shield given by Holy Light will be broken by the power. If even Paladin, who is as powerful as Old Buddha, will die due to the broken holy shield, then no matter how much Holy Light loves him, he must be in awe of other powers and always avoid the same situation happening to himself.
The Green Skins Orc Warlock in front of me, who has no respect for power, should also learn this!
Gul'dan is obviously too young, and he obviously doesn't understand this principle yet, but it doesn't matter, Saint will teach him right away.
He accumulated strength on the spot, igniting his huge holy power at this moment, and with the help of the legendary talent "Forge Sword into Light", he continued to pour the scorching heat White Holy Flame into Kazzak's Grudge while Brilliant Star was beating wildly in his chest.
When this broken weapon let out an unbearable scream, and when the soul fragments of Kazzak sealed in it began to scream, Dick took two steps and came out with "Execution Throw".
The broken staff turned into a white light the moment it was released, almost hitting Gul'dan's "Invincible shield" in a straight line.
A muffled "click" sound frightened Gul'dan who was enjoying the "power" half to death. He had just seen Dick kill Kilrogg with his own eyes in one move. Kilrogg knew that this Saint was difficult to deal with, but fortunately the gift given by Fel was powerful enough.
The guy only penetrated his own shield but failed to hurt himself.
Ha.
The advantage is mine! The destiny is mine!
Gul'dan, who escaped the fatal blow, used obscene words to taunt Dick that he was blind. He actually missed it at such a fatal moment. However, when he turned back, he couldn't help but wipe his eyes.
Huh?
Why is there only one of the three curse runes left in front of me?
What about the remaining two?
Damn it, who stole the cursed rune that I worked so hard for several years to transform?
The moment this funny thought arose, Gul'dan felt that the power of the elements that had been suppressed to the point where they needed to be fused to resist had slowed down and suddenly surged again.
He raised his head belatedly and saw that the "missed" broken spear was inserted into the stone wall of the opposite rift valley a hundred meters away. In the center of the sunken "Lightforged Pit", the two Curse Cipher Fragment he had cast with his own hands were breaking and melting.
Blanch!
Diakum did not miss, that blow was not aimed at himself!
It is indeed Holy Gun.
The aim was really accurate and one shot hit the target.