Call, I must answer, as always
"Vigilant is grabbing our sun as a "warhammer" to beat up those creatures of the abyss."
On the battlefield of Nagrand, when Lightforging Little Hellscream raised his head and saw the light rolling around in disorder, and the two streams of light tearing apart the cloudy sky, he felt that he must have gone crazy.
This sentence sounds like a dream talk from both a logical and emotional perspective.
But the scary thing is that right now this is just describing a fact.
Little Hellscream doesn't know the specific situation of Vigilant. He just comes from the perspective of Warrior. He simply feels that such a battle is really "cool"!
So, when will I be strong enough to grab the sun and blow Void Lord's head off?
Do you really have any hope of reaching that kind of future in this life?
"Still imagining, take people away quickly! Matron Geyah wants us to take people to join her. She keeps saying that "dark times are coming"."
Little Hellscream's beautiful fantasy was soon interrupted by the shout of Gaiara, which made Mag'har's war head curl his lips and reluctantly glanced at the passionate "Battle in Heaven" in the sky, giving himself another wave of desire to be blessed.
Behind him, Grommashar's fortress had already collapsed under the fire of the demon starship, but the warriors of the Warsong Clan were feasting on the blood of war.
The demons and Void Creature who tried to rush into their homeland were ruthlessly killed by these killing kings. After receiving the blessing of Eredar's weapons, the destructive power of Warsong Orc was raised to a new height.
They feel that they can stay here and fight until the end of time, but that is obviously just an illusion.
Demons and void creatures are constantly rushing into Draenor, and just on Nagrand, there are already films everywhere.
What was originally a war between the Draenor people to resist the demons has now become a battle between the demons and the Void Creature people. The Draenor people have become "roadside monsters" in the eyes of both sides, and they are drawn together.
Of course, such arrogant actions often bring disaster to incompetent attackers.
After all, how many dishes are there to drink like this?
Although our old Draenor Mag'har flag Orcs is not as active as the players Azeroth on the big stage, but we have followed Vigilant Saint in all the battles, and we have never been absent from any big or small battles.
You ordinary demons and Faceless Ones want to destroy us, are you thinking too much?
At least send a few Greater Demon or void monsters over to entertain the brothers.
But having said that, Orcs and others have already understood the principle of "evacuate when necessary" by now. They should leave as soon as the intensity of the battlefield can still allow for a breakout and rendezvous. In a few hours, they might encounter Greater Demon and Qiraji filming on the street just by going out.
Both parties are really crazy!
Each of them has a reason to insist on fighting, so the army dispatched by the small Draenor has already exceeded the number of soldiers needed to conquer this world.
What's even more terrifying is that they are still increasing their troops and must kill the other party.
"Let's go!"
Lightforging Little Hellscream rode on his Lightforged Dire Wolf, took a Mag'har Battle Banner from the adjutant and fixed it behind his back,
Just like a Sword Saint.
In fact, Little Hellscream has already passed the Sword Saint test of the Burning Blade Clan, and he looks cool when holding a battle ax and turning on the windmill.
He rushed out at the lead, followed by Gaiara and Mag'har's War Shaman.
Because this is a critical moment, the four elements of Draenor also donated all their powers to Shaman at this time of life and death. Currently, the elemental power that Shaman can mobilize only depends on Shaman's own abilities.
Gaiara, like Shaman who had seen the world in Azeroth, can summon the four elements of wind, fire, water and earth with a wave of his hand to protect the enemy. This is to avoid wasting time in mid-way encounters.
Little Hellscream was riding a war wolf. As soon as Grommashar rushed out, it encountered a group of Voidwalkers that rushed out of the void rift. Leading them was a powerful negative subspace walker. The thing roared and exerted Curse of Agony on the surrounding life. A single encounter would disperse all the elements rushing in front.
But what greeted it was Gorehowl chopped down.
This thing has been blessed by Flames of Sulfuras, allowing it to break through the upper limit of weapons' damage to energy creatures. Little Hellscream is like bathing in the golden Creation Flame. It kills this arrogant void monster with a headshot. When it lands, it jumps into the Voidwalkers's position, swinging the battle ax and turning it into a giant windmill of flames.
Perfectly clears the path of travel.
But after running forward for a few minutes, another group of Demon Guard blocked the way.
This "density of spawning monsters" makes war madmen like Little Hellscream unable to help but curse loudly. Damn it, is this still our Nagrand?
How did the good Draenor become like this?
But when they rushed out and were about to reach Holy Land at the Burning Blade Clan, Little Hellscream was shocked to see a group of Gorian Ogres wizards continuously casting spells on the mountain walls on both sides of Vahalor to block the demon's attack.
Burning Blade Clan's Chieftain, Sword Saint Samuro are fighting tooth and nail on that mountain road.
He held a sword wrapped in red light in both hands. It was the most standard straight-edged sword of Sword Saint, but there was a wonderful hollow in the sword grid, and a blood-colored crystal was suspended in it, just like the war heart of this "demon sword".
The destructive power of this thing is amazing!
Regardless of whether it is a low-level demon or a high-level demon, if it is cut down, it will be burned to death in pain. The high-temperature blade has a weapon effect similar to "Ashbringer", leaving Samuro's figure vertically and horizontally, with only the dancing ashes matching his deadly Windwalk.
Little Hellscream knows that this sword is an artifact created by Samuro using Kara Crystal that was a gift from Diakum the Saint.
But it was not made in Draenor. It was a magic weapon made by elves who fought together with Samuro after they went to Azeroth to participate in Battle of Mount Hyjal with Little Hellscream.
If you look carefully, you can even find the personal stamp left by Sun King Kael'thas on the sword of this thing.
Well, Sun King really took great pains to restore his precarious magic Artisan reputation.
With Burning Blade Chieftain's current combat power, if he can hold this weapon and fight a few more star-shaking victories, maybe Burning Blade Clan will have a new inherited artifact.
After all, their previous artifact Flame Blade Zun'xuu has been damaged.
"Why are Ogres here with you?"
Little Hellscream rushed forward with some Wolf Rider to help rescue the siege, and asked Gaiara to take the remaining clan members to Garadar to protect old Matron and Elemental Throne.
He raised his knife and slashed the demon blocking the road to death. He joined Samuro and asked loudly:
"Highmaul fell?"
"Not yet, but I guess it will be soon!"
Samuro and Little Hellscream were back-to-back in the center of the battlefield. He shook off the demon blood on the sharp edge of the bloody sword in his hand, then held the sword upright by his side with both hands, and whispered:
"Three Greater Demon and an equal number of void warriors are fighting each other in the city of Warlord Margok with their own bastards. Ogre Warlord is unwilling to give up his capital, but if the situation continues to deteriorate, it will have no choice but to retreat.
The main thing is that we can't just think about this "doomsday war" in front of us."
Samuro is a wise Orcs samurai.
He raised his head and glanced at the exaggerated and majestic Battle of the Gods in the sky, and whispered:
"Didn't you notice? The sun in Diakum the Saint's hand is extinguishing. It is our sun. Even if Saint wins in the end, Draenor will lose his own sun, and darkness will eventually come.
I guess, Matron Geyah is taking us to Shattrath City.
There is Naaru.
When darkness falls, Naaru can light up the light in the dark night."
"I haven't thought about that."
Little Hellscream suddenly realized it, then gritted his teeth and said:
"It's all damn Void Lord's fault. I really want to rush over and kill one right now."
As soon as he finished speaking, a loud noise exploded from the sky.
Everyone on the battlefield was startled by the thunderous reverberation, and when they raised their heads, they saw the sky "split".
A black giant thing that looked like a rhinoceros but had strange arms and legs and was still being ignited by golden flames crashed down like a meteor in the direction of Nagrand.
Before the thing hit the ground, Orcs covered their heads and screamed.
Even the demons are the same.
This thing from the sky obviously carries some kind of destructive power that can directly destroy the minds of mortals. Even if it has embarked on the road to "death", even the corpses that fall to the earth are still destructive pollution.
Void Lord was hit by the sun and had most of its body torn apart!
Little Hellscream's crow's mouth has come true.
But this was not a disaster for the Orcs Warriors here. Little Hellscream and Samuro could only watch helplessly as the thing smashed into Tiange Lake, causing the lake water to overflow and turn into black blood-contaminated liquid almost instantly.
And in the place where Void Lord was about to die, crack after crack was opened, and more Void Creature were summoned by it and rushed into Material World.
"This one rides on a horse."
Little Hellscream endured the headache, turned around and roared:
"Quick! Go to Garadar and evacuate there before the clansmen are driven crazy by this monster. Let's go to Shattrath City! Let's set off immediately. Samuro, you Holy Land can't survive. If that thing is not solved, the entire Nagrand will be contaminated.
Ah, a grain of ashes from Battle of the Gods is like a huge mountain on the head of a mortal."
"Stop lamenting, you are a Warrior but not a poet!"
Fireblade Blademasters cursed:
"You go first! I have to tidy up here."
"Okay."
Little Hellscream whistled, letting his Lightforging Wolf Warrior roar over, then he turned over and jumped on, taking the highly maneuverable Wolf Rider first.
But to be honest, Garrosh is very pessimistic about the current situation of Garadar.
That place is too close to Tiange Lake!
If a dying Void Lord is smashed down, Garadar will be dragged into the fallen "Divine Might" in an instant. In the worst case scenario, if you rush over, you will most likely only see a group of "white ghosts" who have been driven crazy.
There were not even demons gathering around along the way, only more and more Void Creature rushing out of the cracks, which made his heart sink more and more.
When Garadar arrived, the wails and roars coming from the camp also made Little Hellscream's eyes wide open with anger.
He is a Lightforged, and he has crystal protection like Heart of Fury in his chest, which makes his resistance to the void much stronger than the ordinary Orcs. He holds a Gorehowl called Flames of Sulfuras to join him, and strode into the camp. He saw the frightened little girl Taresa running out holding the crying Go'el.
There was some kind of blessing on these two little ones. A layer of golden light like Divine Shield enveloped them, preventing them from being harmed in this place where the concentration of void was overwhelming.
A Faceless Ones is chasing two little guys, but Little Hellscream is already Lightforged. How can I still tolerate your bad habits?
That Faceless Ones was still accumulating power with his tendrils of flesh and blood, preparing to kill the two little ones with one blow, but in the next second, Gorehowl was hit in the head by the flying one, and the filthy flesh and blood burned.
Garrosh cursed and stepped forward, grabbed Gorehowl, then looked back at Taresa who was following him and Go'el in her arms. He bared his teeth and said:
"Where is Matron Geyah? Why are you allowed to run around here alone?"
"Old Matron is taking Shaman by the lake. She said she wants to seal the terrifying thing that fell from the sky. Others are following Gaiara to fight on the other side. Faceless Ones and K'xir are everywhere.
And those soft Voidwalkers."
Taresa said with a horrified look:
"That Mountain Guardian asked me to run away with Go'el. He asked me to take Go'el to the Light Weavers. He said that Go'el will support the future of Orcs in the next era."
"Bah, I'm not dead yet, it's not this little guy's turn."
Little Hellscream scolded.
He couldn't let Taresa run out alone like this. Nagrand outside would already be in the intensity of a "bloody battle in hell".
But he can't give up on the Orcss among Garadars.
Matron Geyah is really dizzy. That is Void Lord that fell down. Where is there anything that Shaman, a legend, can touch?
Garrosh, who had been raised by old Matron since he was a child, could not just watch the tragedy happen. He left his Dire Wolf to protect Taresa and Go'el. He rushed in with his tomahawk and without blinking while holding the knife all the way. He quickly killed through the village and arrived at the Swan Lake.
But unexpectedly, the Orcss didn't try to seal the monster again.
Four Elemental Lord appeared, enduring the void corrosion and the rolling mud storm, trying to press the entire Tiange Lake into the ground to form a seal.
Old Matron and the one-armed Mountain Guardian were leading the Shamans to perform some strange rituals beside Tiange Lake. There were constant low howls of wolves echoing around the arrival of "The Darkest Night".
Little Hellscream has seen the world.
When he heard the familiar howl of a wolf, his expression changed, and he immediately rushed forward and grabbed Mountain Guardian"Garrosh"'s empty sleeves, and said loudly:
"What are you summoning? Those guys are not allowed to set foot on the land of Draenor!"
"What time has it been!"
Mountain Guardian turned around and roared:
"If Draenor can talk like Azeroth, how do you think the world will answer you now? They are sinners, they should atone for their sins, and let them go after the war! But between "All Things Must Die" and "accept help", you choose one!"
Little Hellscream was silent.
He also felt that it was already at this point, and there was no need to insist on these minutiae anymore, so he took a few steps back in silence, witnessing the old Matron calling for the arrival of the wolves in a desolate voice. Amidst the white smoke reverberating like the Trollss' Loa invitation ceremony, the gates to the starry sky quietly opened one after another.
Then, accompanied by the low howl of wolves, tens of thousands of Black Wolf transformed into different hunting groups and rushed out of the torn Star Sea Gate.
They come from different worlds, the world where Black Wolf God's Hunting Pack is nomadic in the sea of stars.
In every world, there is a Green Skins clan that walks like wolves. Those guys seem to be no different from before, but they hold up different Battle Standards, wear messy armors, carry weapons and drive Black Wolfs back to their hometown from all over the star sea.
When Draenor needed help the most, the exiled sinners came back.
The most exaggerated thing is the Starry Sky Gate hanging high in the dark sky. It is like a mirror, reflecting the unique sea of stars on the other side.
That's obviously somewhere in the astral realm.
A burning planet is slowly moving forward under the push of Demon Engine, and under the largest rift in the center of the planet, in the ferocious Felsteel City, the supreme Chieftain Kargath Bladefist is wearing the black and red cloak of the Gladiator King.
He was sitting on a war throne made of dead evil Demon Skull bones. On his left lay a five- to six-meter-tall black armored Dire Wolf, and on his right stood a human female assassin standing with her hands tied.
In the battle square below Kargath, hundreds of thousands of demon slayers raised their weapons and roared fanatically.
The madmen in Shattered Hand Abyss don't care where the Supreme Chieftain will take them. As long as there are demon cubs in that place, as long as that place allows them to spread their blood of resistance and slaughter, they are willing to follow him until they enter hell.
"Hey, it was a mistake to leave Draenor to you weaklings! What? The Hellscream brat can't defeat the devil, so he is just staring at me, intending to kill me with his eyes? See what you can do!
Why don't you go fuck the devil if you are so fierce?
Hey, even if there is Heart of Fury after Lightforging, he will still be a loser! You are far worse than Grom, a waste!"
Kargath cursed:
"Now, get out of here! Don't get in the way of our fun."